"Twenty-three-year-old doctor, this is really not simple!" Tang Xuhong heard that Zhang Weidong was already a doctor, and finally said with some emotion. was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "The young man is not lazy, he is bold!"

As he spoke, Tang Xingqiang stretched out his thick palm and tightly held Zhang Weidong's slender and white hand that seemed to have a fight with a woman.

Duan Wei saw that Tang Xingqiang exaggerated Wei Dong's boldness, and couldn't help but cry and laugh secretly, taking the initiative to shake hands with one of your generals is considered to be bold? People are not only martial arts masters who can leap over the river, but also men who dare to break into the Somali pirates' den alone!

As soon as Tang Xingqiang held his hand, Zhang Weidong felt his palm tighten suddenly, giving people a very powerful feeling. If you change to a scholar who is really powerless. I'm afraid it's going to be a bit overwhelming.

However, compared to Zhang Weidong, this power is nothing at all.

Tang Xingqiang is a soldier, and he has a strong military atmosphere. I've always been used to shaking hands with people. When he realized that it was the little white-faced secretary of his old comrade-in-arms Duan Wei who was shaking hands with him now, and when he just wanted to stop it, he found that the little young man in front of him with fine skin and tender flesh still had a faint smile on his face. I couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Suddenly, I changed my mind and put a little more effort into it.

But Zhang Weidong still had a faint smile on his face.

Of course, Tang Xingqiang does not believe in evil, although he is now the commander of the group army and is a little old, he used to be a fighting champion in the army, and his foundation is still there, and it is not a problem to knock over a few soldiers casually.

Little guy, is it really scary for me to be a military commander when the tiger is not powerful?

However, it is good that Tang Xingqiang does not continue to increase his efforts, this increase in strength. On the contrary, he felt a little unable to get off the stage, because the green tendons on his arms were all protruding, but the little white face with fine skin and tender flesh on the opposite side still looked breezy and bleak.

Duan Wei saw that Tang Xingqiang was actually competing with Zhang Weidong, and when he saw his blushing face, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Competing with Zhang Weidong, isn't this making yourself uncomfortable? Fortunately, Zhang Weidong doesn't have the same knowledge as you, otherwise your Elder Tang Jun would have to lie on the ground a long time ago.

Tang Xuhong and Tang Xingqiang are brother and sister. Of course, I know her fourth brother's temperament, seeing that he blushed and held Zhang Weidong's hand for a long time and didn't let go, I didn't know that he was singing that play, and she almost had her jaw drop on the ground.

The twenty-three-year-old doctor was enough to surprise her, but she didn't expect that Zhang Weidong, who seemed to be powerless, was still very powerful. Even her powerful fourth brother can't do anything about him.

However, Tang Xuhong soon realized that he couldn't let his fourth brother continue to be strong. Otherwise, not only the fourth brother would lose face, but the Tang family would also lose face.

"Fourth brother, didn't you rush back this time to report something to your father?" Tang Xuhong said.

"Ah, don't you say that I almost forgot, the old man also said that an old friend came to visit and let me meet him. Old comrades-in-arms, and, cough cough, Zhang Weidong is, you sit here for a while, and I will be with you for a while. Tang Xingqiang hurriedly let go of his hand when he heard this, and then left the living room as if he was running away.

Duan Wei looked at Tang Xingqiang's back as he left in a hurry, and couldn't help but secretly shake his head and laugh, this guy still has such a good face!

Then Duan Wei thought of Tang Xingqiang's old friend in Tang Xingqiang's mouth, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart, could it be that there was any big movement on it?

In Duan Wei's view, Donald's old friends are naturally those of the older generation of revolutionaries who still have great influence on domestic politics. It was precisely because of this conjecture that Duan Wei did not dare to ask rashly.

At that level, Duan Wei's current position was still not qualified to interfere.

Soon after Tang Xingqiang left, Tang Xingzhong, the third son of Tang Lao, who was the deputy minister of the Propaganda Department, also hurried over, saw that Duan Wei was also at Tang's house, and said a few polite words to him, and then left the wing room and rushed to the main room. As for Zhang Weidong, he didn't even say hello.

Seeing that the three sons and one daughter of the Tang family, except for Tang Xingbang, the eldest in Lingnan Province, who had not rushed back, the rest of the three children had already rushed back, Duan Wei's heart couldn't help but become more and more surprised and uneasy, and even his scalp was already a little numb.

The Tang family is not an ordinary family, except for major matters to discuss or festivals, important people of the Tang family rarely get together. And he came to see Donald at this time, and he deliberately waited in the living room of the wing room, if he wasn't afraid that Zhang Weidong would really go to the Somali pirate den alone, Duan Wei really wanted to get up and say goodbye now.

Of course, Zhang Weidong didn't think as much as Duan Wei, but he was slightly impatient, although Lu Yafen's father should not be in any danger to his life for the time being, but after all, he was still in the hands of pirates.

In the living room of the main house, an old Taoist priest was sitting on a mahogany chair.

This old Taoist priest is already a monk in the foundation building period, his skin is ruddy and shiny, his eyes are bright, and the occasional flash of light is like a meteor crossing the night sky, and it looks like he is just a rare year.

The old Taoist priest held the dust whisk, his white beard fluttered, and he exuded the detached atmosphere of Taoism, and he looked like an old fairy with fairy wind and bones.

Sitting side by side with the old Taoist priest was an old man who was already very old and had a very hunched back, but there was a faint aura of slaughter on his body.

If Wei was present at this time, he would definitely be taken aback, because the old man was none other than his old chief, Donald. And if Zhang Weidong released his divine thoughts to explore a little, he would definitely cry and laugh, because Tang Lao's old friend was not someone else, but the old Taoist priest of the Qingcheng faction.

"Xingzhong, you're here, come and see the old fairy. When Tang Xingzhong, the third son of Donald, walked into the living room, Donald's cloudy old eyes lit up slightly, and he beckoned to him with a smile.

Tang Xingzhong's expression changed slightly when he heard this, he received from the chief of the guard that the old man had an old friend to visit, and asked him to go home to meet him, and he thought it was an old friend, but he didn't expect it to be a Taoist priest, and he looked younger than the old man.

Didn't my father always oppose feudal superstition? When did he make friends with such an outsider? Could it be that when he got older, he also began to believe in these things?

However, although he was surprised in his heart and disagreed with this old immortal, Tang Xingzhong didn't dare to go against the old man, and hugged his fists at Dongyun and said, "Hello old man." ”

Dong Ming didn't get up, but just nodded at Tang Xingzhong, and then looked at Tang Lao.

"This is my third son, Tang Xingzhong, who was born after liberation and now works in the propaganda department. Donald saw that he looked at him and introduced with a smile.

"It turned out to be the third son, who looks very much like his mother. "Insight said.

"Yes, it's a pity that she left a few years ago, otherwise the old fairy would still be able to meet her. Donald sighed, a hint of sentimentality in his eyes.

"I also had some opportunities a few days ago, thinking that I hadn't come down the mountain for decades, so I moved the idea of going down the mountain to see the old people, but I didn't expect that Fang Ping's girl was no longer there. Insight couldn't help but feel a little sentimental when he heard this.

"The old man is expensive this year, how can he not go down the mountain for decades?" Tang Xingqiang has the most straightforward personality, not as deep as Tang Xingzhong, and his expression was a little unhappy when he heard this.

Originally, Tang Xingqiang wanted to directly ask the old Taoist priest how old he was this year, and he actually called his mother, but in the end, because of his father's majesty, he changed his words.

"Poor Dao is one hundred and eighteen years old this year. Dong Ming stroked Bai Xu and said.

"One hundred and eighteen years old, how is it possible?" Rao is Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingzhong are both characters who have experienced strong winds and waves, and they couldn't help but exclaim when they heard the words, their eyes almost straightened.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Tang Lao just saw Tang Xingqiang asking and knew that he was not convinced that Dong Ming actually called his mother a girl, and now he saw that the two brothers were so surprised that they looked like they had seen a ghost, and his face couldn't help but sink slightly: "What is impossible? The old immortal is a real master of Qingcheng Mountain, your father and I were saved by the old immortal back then, and I have learned a few martial arts from him." ”

When the two brothers Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingzhong heard this, they believed that Dong Ming, a Taoist priest who looked like he was only in his prime, was really one hundred and eighteen years old. But after believing it, my heart was even more shocked.

One hundred and eighteen years old still looks so young and so energetic, what is it if he is not an old immortal? Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?