Chapter 8: Poetry and Distance

When Zhang Muye came to the living room, Zhang Dali and other advanced cadres who had participated in the first National People's Congress had already arrived. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Greeting their attention, Zhang Muye wondered in his heart, isn't this just to drink a sea bass soup, as if he wants to solve the contradictions among the people.

Zhang Muye didn't care about them, he took a bowl and put a few spoonfuls of soup and sat down and drank it. Xiaolian and Xiaofang drooled while watching from the side, but the others didn't drink it, so he could only look at the fish soup pitifully, and then look at the other people's faces, not knowing what was going to happen.

Zhang Dali and Zhang Dapeng, you look at me, I'll look at you, and in the end, Zhang Dali spoke first: "Young master, I discussed something with Dapeng and wanted to talk to you." ā€

Zhang Muye put down the bowl and said with a smile: "The third uncle has something to say, why bother, if I call you the third uncle, I will not regard myself as the master, nor will I treat you as a person." Pursing the soup on his lips, he continued: "Including Dali Xiaofang, a few of you here, I treat you as family." Discuss it with your own family, don't be so serious. ā€

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the room finally relaxed a little, and I didn't want to be so nervous just now. Xiaolian Xiaofang was moved by Zhang Muye's words, and even Zhang Dali and Zhang Dapeng's eyes were a little red. They have never heard such words, not that Zhang Muye and his father Zhang Tianbai treated them badly in the past, their father and son are already very good, so good that sometimes they will forget the identity of their subordinates.

However, even if the old man is kind, he is still the master, the master, and he will not be like a family member. Only Zhang Muye, who has crossed over from the 21st century, does not have this concept of high and low in his heart at all. This was a collision of two ideologies and concepts, a confrontation between feudalism and socialism, and from the point of view of the effect, socialism partially won.

He said so and did so, these days, Xiao Fang Xiaolian and they can feel his peace and kindness, they have befriended him like friends, and they are arguing like family.

At this moment, Zhang Dali and the others even thought in their hearts: It seems to be a good thing if the young master loses his memory forever, at least he will never be as cold as before.

Zhang Dali sniffed, calmed down and said, "I discussed with Dapeng and decided to take back all the forces, and then let him stay in the alliance lord's mansion, and I will take you to seek medical treatment, young master." ā€

Zhang Muye was a little puzzled: "Looking for a doctor, what doctor can solve my dantian problem?"

"If you want to cure the young master's illness, ordinary doctors will definitely not be able to do it, only when you go to a martial arts holy place like the Forgotten Palace, can there be a glimmer of hope. Dr. Wang's helplessness before also made Zhang Dali understand that Zhang Muye's illness is no longer curable.

Zhang Muye asked: "I know what this Forgotten Palace is, but in such a high-ranking martial arts holy land, why should people take action to treat me? ā€

Although Zhang Muye's words were dejected, Zhang Dali was powerless to refute it, he knew better than anyone what the leader of the martial arts alliance was, maybe he could still dominate in Jiangyin, but on the rivers and lakes, not to mention a holy place like the Forgotten Palace, the five major sects also disdained it.

"Young master, you don't know, although the Forgotten Palace is a martial arts holy land, it seems to be high above and far away in the sky, but young master, you still have a relationship with the Forgotten Palace. As if recalling the past, Zhang Dali's eyes were empty, "Ten years ago, the old man was only thirty years old, and he had just stepped into the realm of refining gods in the inner family, and it was the time to be in high spirits. During that period of time, the old man somehow learned that there were demon beasts in the western border towns, and some villages suffered heavy casualties. ā€

"At that time, the major sects didn't care about the lives of the people at all, the officers and soldiers of the court were corrupt and incompetent, and the court had no control over the western border, so at that time, the lord would rush from Jiangyin to Xijing to get rid of the demon. ā€

"At that time, the young master, you were only seven years old, but you had already used your strength freely, and when you learned that the master wanted to get rid of the demon, you were determined to follow. The old man thought to himself, take you there, only let you watch from a distance, and there will be no big problems in the future, plus the wife has passed away at that time, and he is afraid that you will be lonely at home, so he took you who were only seven years old with him at that time. ā€

Speaking of this, Zhang Dali paused for a moment, and Zhang Muye asked, "But something went wrong at that time?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Dali continued: "No, the demon eradication went smoothly at that time, and there was no problem. It's just that when the demon was eliminated, the demon beast was killing an ordinary family, and the family was full of seven, and we only had time to save a little girl when we arrived. ā€

"I still remember that the girl's eyes were gone, like a puppet, and she hadn't spoken since she was rescued. Later, when the old man sent the child to the Forgotten Palace, the girl said a word to the young master. ā€

Speaking of this, Zhang Dali seemed a little embarrassed, Zhang Muye was a little curious, and vaguely guessed, this is too similar to the bloody plot in the TV in his previous life. Seeing that Zhang Dali was a little speechless, Zhang Muye could also understand, he said: "Did the girl say that she wanted to marry me when she grew up?"

Zhang Dali had an unbelievable expression on his face, Zhang Muye smiled slightly, he must have said correctly, but he heard Zhang Dali say: "What she said at the time was 'Zhang Muye, when I grow up, I will definitely protect you', and she didn't say that she wanted to marry the young master." ā€

This time it was Zhang Muye's turn to be embarrassed, even if he was old-skinned, he was still red, and said: "Just kidding, third uncle, you are still serious." What happened to that girl, who is still in the Forgotten Palace?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Dali couldn't help but straighten up, and said: "This girl is the current palace master of the Forgotten Palace." ā€

Nima, palace master? Could it be that she has an innate and agile realm, doesn't it mean that the Forgotten Palace is a martial arts holy land, and each generation of palace masters is infinitely close to or even rumored to have broken through to the realm of returning to the void?

Perhaps Zhang Dali saw Zhang Muye's doubts and said: "The fifth house master is double ten, but he has already entered the realm of refining gods in the inner family, and he has stepped into the innate in half a step. When the old palace master died last year, he personally passed on the throne to her. Presumably, it will not be ten years, and the youngest innate master in the martial arts will appear. ā€

It's okay, it's okay, it's not congenital, it's not too scary, it's acceptable. But if you are half-step innate, isn't it about to approach your own dead cheap old man, I have heard Zhang Dali say more than once that he is a martial arts wizard, and he will enter the innate at the age of forty, how awesome. Well, now compared to this one, it's completely weak.

sighed, and dared to laugh at himself for being cheap and weak, and now he is a mutated version of Cheng Biting Gold. In fact, he is not as good as Cheng Biting Jin, he still has at least three axes, and when he releases his middle finger, he can only stand and wait for someone to cut it.

"Then now Third Uncle, what do you mean, let's go to the Forgotten Palace to play the emotional card, or do you expect others to remember the casual words at that time to protect me?" Zhang Muye is not too optimistic about this trip, saying that it is a life-saving grace, but in fact, it is only a one-sided relationship, you can't expect everyone to repay the favor, maybe people have long forgotten. As for what to say to protect himself, it is even more nonsense, he said casually that day, and I didn't expect Zhang Dali to remember it.

Zhang Dali could only say: "Whether it can be done or not, I want to take the young master to try it, there is always some hope." ā€

Zhang Muye tilted his head and thought about it, and thought in his heart, it's okay, taking this opportunity to go all the way to the west, it should also be a tour. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys are ready to prepare, we will leave tomorrow, everyone will go together, go early and return early." ā€

"Yo, finally go out and play. The two little ones jumped up happily, only Xiaolan still looked faint and kept smiling.

Zhang Muye looked at the family members, sighed white, and smiled, life, not only the reluctance in front of him, but also poetry and distance.