man sanctified in death row vest

That night.

The oval moon looks like a middle-aged woman with a big belly, lying lazily in the sky, reluctantly exuding a cold color.

The feathery snow is like an unchanging scene in the wilderness, like a painter who does not know how to be elegant, who tirelessly adds strokes of silvery desolation to the world until the mess in the world is wiped out. Yu Mang sighed.

In the distance, everything is silent, the black sky, the white snow, and the silver moon are clearly distinct.

In front of the canyon, Lieutenant General Lao Li arranged for manpower to loiter at the entrance of the canyon from time to time, listening to Manzi's movements.At the same time, he obeyed Zheng Haoran's order and let the brothers have a full meal to welcome tomorrow's tough battle.

In the temporary military camp, a pot was set up, the snow water was boiled, the frozen meat was cooked, sprinkled with pepper and star anise, added some longan and jujube foam, two fragrant leaves floated, the fragrance of the meat was overflowing, and the barracks was full of enthusiasm. scene.

In the barracks where Zheng Haoran was, General Zheng's hearty laughter came out unscrupulously, which attracted the attention of the soldiers who were feasting. A little more confidence in tomorrow - these are all brought about by Zheng Haoran's dominance, they have blind worship for Zheng Haoran, as long as Zheng Haoran is in this team, they will not lose.

General Zheng said that he would lead the whole army, return to his homeland, and return in triumph.

Lao Li passed by General Zheng's military tent several times.

Sneaking in to hear something.

But I can't hear you.

Lao Li only knows one thing.

General Zheng hasn't smiled so heartily and carefreely for a long time.

"That kid is indeed a relative of General Zheng!"

Old Li muttered in his heart.

How can people look so similar.

Old Li understood.

Every family has its cupboard.

General Zheng's father must have been suave and suave back then, leaving behind all sorts of evil debts.

No, come to General Zheng to repay the debt and admit his relatives.

Old Li made up all the soul-stirring stories in Zheng's house by himself, shook his head and walked away.

After a long time, there was only a long sigh: "It's a crime."

……

"What the hell? You bastard went into business? You bastard! What? Are you the richest man? The richest one? How rich?"

"Hmph! So what about the richest man! With no power or power, meeting someone who really wants to touch you, a piece of official paper is enough to make everything worthless for you! Huh? Are you a prince?"

"What prince?"

"A prince with a different surname?"

"I go!"

"The only king with a different surname in Dagan after 20 years?"

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"

"As expected of my son!"

"Okay! Okay! I really want to see the expressions of civil and military officials when they face you!"

"Son of my Zheng family, under one person, above ten thousand!"

The Zheng family has been in the army for generations and has a fine tradition.At first Zheng Haoran heard that Zheng Xiu was not going to be a well-behaved general, but went into business, he was a little disdainful, and wanted to beat Zheng Xiu, an unfilial son.

But when Zheng Xiu narrated, telling the story of his self-made fortune, and ascending to the position of Red King step by step.

Zheng Haoran was relieved, let go of his clenched fists, and couldn't help but let out bursts of applause.

It's really delicious.

Make a big filial piety.

When Feng Bei and the monk who called their father told Zheng Xiu's story, they sat silently and sat upright, not daring to speak or move indiscriminately.But they cast worried glances at Zheng Xiu from time to time. The three of them wandered into ghosts by mistake and acted cautiously all the way. Now that Zheng Xiu boldly told Zheng Haoran of the "future event", could it be that they are not afraid of some unforeseen changes.

Under the long sleeves, Feng Bei and the monk sweated from the tightly clenched palms, fearing that history and the future would be erased at the moment when they intersect.

But when Fengbei saw Zheng Xiu's pure and innocent smile like a child on Zheng Xiu's face, and the reddened excitement in his ears, Fengbei understood Zheng Xiu's thoughts in an instant.

The Red King, who is under one person and above tens of thousands of people, is not as admired and respected by the whole world as a word of praise from his own father.

Zheng Xiu just wanted to tell Zheng Haoran personally that 20 years later, he would be alive and well.

Zheng Haoran laughed heartily.

Smiling, Zheng Haoran stood up, standing in front of Zheng Xiu with a burly figure like a giant tower.

He touched Zheng Xiu's head and said with relief, "It turns out that I'm dead."

In Zheng Haoran's words, there is no regret, or the fear and anxiety of facing death.His taken-for-granted tone seemed to be calmly speaking of an ordinary fact, not his "death".

What Zheng Xiu wanted to say, Zheng Haoran waved his hand: "I promised my brothers, I will take them back alive. But I will never live, and my brothers can't abandon me... We must die here, the whole army Annihilation. Hehe, in the end, I still failed to let them return to their hometowns."

Zheng Haoran accepted his "death" so freely, he raised his fist towards Zheng Xiu.

"These years, I have suffered for you."

A simple sentence instantly made Zheng Xiu's nose sore, he raised his head and punched Zheng Haoran.

That feeling was like he had waited for many years, looked back a hundred times, and paid homage to Zheng Haoran's tombstone a thousand times, just for this day, standing in front of Zheng Haoran, holding his head high and proudly saying that he worked hard The achievement, waiting for the father to say this sentence.

Not praise, not praise, not praise, not flattery.He has heard too much of this.

It's a sentence of "I'm sorry for you".

Others will only see Zheng Xiu's current scenery, see Zheng Xiu's brilliance, see Zheng Xiu's detached status now, and see Zheng Xiu's unparalleled thaumaturgy.Only a father can understand the pain in his son's proud bragging.

boom.

The punch was light and light to the touch, seemingly weightless.But in this punch, it was an orphan whose parents died since childhood. He went back to 20 years ago and acted like a baby to his father, expressing all the bitterness of these years and the vague longings of the past 20 years.

"No!"

What followed was Zheng Xiu's real intention.

"Father, you are wrong!"

Zheng Xiu rubbed the corners of his eyes, calmed himself down, and said in a deep voice, "The reason why I told you this is that we 'returned' here after 20 years to complete one thing!"

"In order to make your 'fake death' 20 years later a real 'fact'!"

"After more than 20 years, the whole world thought you were dead, but no one thought that you had been living incognito. I didn't understand everything until you appeared in front of me!"

"Coincidentally travel through time and space, and come back here just to let you...'fake death'!"

"You don't think we came back purely to visit relatives?"

"Of course it's also for you to meet my wife."

"But the real purpose of our coming back is to complete this matter."

"If we don't come back, your 'fake death' cannot be realized, and you will not appear in front of me after more than 20 years."

Feng Bei and the monk immediately lowered their heads when they heard the words.

Silent.

The moment Zheng Xiu spoke, they understood Zheng Xiu's plan with a tacit understanding.

No wonder Zheng Xiu boldly told Zheng Haoran about the future.

It turned out to be foreshadowing for this matter.

Thinking about it carefully, the whole world did think that Zheng Haoran was dead.

Even his own son thinks so.

If what they did today can indeed affect the reality in the future, then if Zheng Xiu wants to save Zheng Haoran, the most important thing is to make Zheng Haoran "dead" but still "alive".

This is a paradox.

But Zheng Xiu's purpose is to make this paradox come true.

Zheng Xiu thought about it carefully, to complete this matter itself, it is absolutely impossible to bypass Zheng Haoran.Now that Zheng Haoran found out that he was his son, he pushed his hands along the way, continued the showdown while being shown off, and told everything "truthfully".

As long as Zheng Haoran actively cooperates, Zheng Xiu is [-]% sure that "Zheng Haoran's fake death" will be successful!
Really travel back in time, who wouldn't want to save their own father.

He's still just a child.

He not only wanted to facilitate the fact that "Zheng Haoran died", but also concealed the fact that Zheng Haoran survived secretly.

This will neither affect the history he knows, but also allow Zheng Haoran to appear at the predetermined time point after returning to reality, "rebirth from suspended animation".

The plan is fine.

Theory is fine too.

Zheng Xiu has experienced and has experience.

It depends on how to create opportunities.

"Father, you have to listen to me about this matter. I can't tell you too many details about this matter. I'm afraid it will change. But when it comes to the critical moment, you have to listen to me."

Zheng Xiu hugged Zheng Haoran's shoulders and hid in the corner muttering.

Seen from the back, it doesn't look like a father and son, clearly like a pair of brothers who are plotting a big event.

Seeing this, Feng Bei couldn't laugh or cry.

"Can it really be done?"

Zheng Haoran narrowed his eyes, showing doubts on his face.

"Your son is the prince! How can the methods of the prince be beyond your imagination?"

Zheng Xiu said firmly.

"Good."

Zheng Haoran nodded, touched his chin and agreed.

"father,"

"Ok?"

"You don't want to either. In the future, your grandchildren will call you grandpa to a cold grave, right?"

"Get out! Nie Zi! Speak wild words!"

Zheng Haoran laughed and cursed and slapped Zheng Xiu away.

Before parting.

Zheng Xiuxiu was about to leave the army tent when he suddenly remembered something.

Now that we have finished talking, let's inquire about some information that Zheng Xiu will not be able to find after 20 years.

"Father, do you know Wang Cangyun?"

"The commander of the imperial guards with swords, Wang Cangyun? Do you know him?"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Haoran really knew each other.

After a simple question, Zheng Xiu learned what kind of position is the commander of the guards with swords in front of the imperial court.The emperor was suspicious, and those who followed the emperor had to remove their weapons and armor before they could face the saint.What about the safety of the emperor at this time?Only then did the post of "guard with a sword in front of the imperial court" come into being. The guards with a sword in front of the imperial court are all the cronies of the emperor. Their family background, birth, character, three generations, nine clans, and martial arts have undergone strict screening.

When it came to the end, Zheng Haoran gave a serious evaluation: "The sword technique is perfect, I am not as good as him."

hiss!He didn't expect Zheng Haoran to give Wang Cangyun such an evaluation, no wonder Wang Cangyun took Wei Chen to escape from the imperial city back then, it was really capable.It can be said that with a mortal body, it is comparable to a stranger.

When Zheng Haoran learned that Zheng Xiu learned his famous stunt "Panlong Eighteen Cuts" from Wang Cangyun by chance, he became addicted and insisted on practicing with Zheng Xiu.

The father and son walked to the open space, each holding a long knife.Soon attracted soldiers to watch.

This is not a life-and-death fight, the father and son practiced their hands purely, Zheng Xiu didn't use any innate alien skills, and simply swung the knife, which seemed to be asking for advice, from the first move to the No.18 move.

"Exquisite!"

Zheng Haoran's eyes were shining brightly. He is not good at long swords, but as the saying goes, everything is always the same. In addition, Zheng Xiu deliberately slowed down the speed and method, and he used the sword in an orderly manner. As soon as the knife technique is turned, the knife light is divided into two, and the upper and lower parts are separated.

Zheng Xiu froze for a moment, and frantically blocked it. This was actually "two dragons fetching water".

"Come again!"

Zheng Haoran's saber technique was a bit jerky at first, but then it became faster and smoother.In the blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran used Panlong Eighteen Cuts consecutively in one breath.

"it is good!"

"General Zheng is mighty!"

"it is good!"

Those who understood were shocked and thoughtful, while those who did not understand cheered and applauded enthusiastically.

"Outrageous!"

Zheng Xiu's heart is outrageous, he was in Baili Village back then, but how many times did he die before he secretly learned [Panlong Eighteen Cuts], it was still the first stage.But Zheng Haoran only watched it once, and he played it in a decent way, faintly reaching the level of "entering the room".

As expected of my father, Zheng Xiu sighed in his heart and shouted: "Be careful! Next is my deduction of the No.19 knife!"

After all, Zheng Xiu, who was still a little bit playful in front of him, suddenly had a serious face, his hair was broken, and his long hair fluttered.

"spread!"

Zheng Haoran gave an order, and the soldiers who watched the excitement retreated one after another, leaving a large open space.

"Sacrifice the dragon!"

Zheng Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, his anger was like a diamond.This is still the No. 19 knife he cut out under normal conditions, without any [projection] bonus.Hidden in the brilliant light of the knife was the sharpest knife, slashing towards Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran raised his saber to block it, swung it, swung it, and with a bang, the long saber shattered in response. He dodged the other sabers sideways, and a gust of wind blew past. Zheng Haoran turned his head and saw that a trail was left on the mountain wall beside the canyon. Bottomless sharp cracks.

The blade shattered into many slivers, but Zheng Haoran laughed loudly, and stepped forward to bump fists with Zheng Xiu: "Not bad! As expected... cough cough, the best recruit this year!"

He originally wanted to boast that he was my son, but Zheng Haoran immediately changed his words in full view.

This time, Zheng Haoran finally had a good time and completed the daily task of exercising.He waved his hand to disperse the crowd watching the excitement. When he picked up the broken handle of the blade, his movements froze. The alien force of "Yu" was taken into the hands.

Zheng Xiu finally realized that under the [General] approach, the influence of "ruling" is not only on people, but also on weapons and mounts. They can all be "ruled and commanded" by Zheng Haoran to a certain extent. General.

"Father, what are you thinking about?"

Zheng Xiu saw that Zheng Haoran's expression was wrong, and asked in a low voice.

"I always feel...with Wang Cangyun's straight-forward temperament, it's a bit weird to create such a flashy saber technique."

Zheng Haoran closed his eyes, waved the saber casually, and muttered to himself, "I've seen that man before, if he is, the saber technique he pursues should be more concise."

"Your No.19 sword is very good. It has integrated eighteen strokes and turned it into one sword."

"But it's not enough, Panlong, Panlong..."

"The Coiling Dragon Skill..."

"If it weren't for being superb, how would you dare to rise up like a dragon?"

hiss!Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, held his breath, and was shocked to see Zheng Haoran who was in a state of trance, motionless.

With this gesture, Dad is going to hang up?

Wait a while.

Zheng Haoran threw the knife under his feet, touched his head, his face was embarrassed: "Ahem, I don't want to understand."

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu, who had been waiting for a long time, staggered and almost fell.

That night, Zheng Haoran asked Zheng Xiu to sleep with him.

The father and son are back to back.

Zheng Haoran's snoring was like thunder, loudly.

Zheng Xiu covered his ears, wondering how his mother could bear it, it was outrageous.

There was no talking all night, only snoring.

The barbarians did not attack at night.

early morning.

A raven flew over, and there was an urgent secret order.

"Wolf King is going to retreat?"

The secret decree said that the wolf king's [-]-strong army had another change, and it was mobilizing troops to condemn the generals, and it had the momentum to rush to the rest of the battlefield to support.

Zheng Haoran was in high spirits, and with his son beside him, he was even more majestic on a horse.Shredding the secret letter casually, Zheng Haoran pointed his spear at the canyon.

Behind him, the Zheng family's army put on their armor and went into battle in a neat formation.

"Then let him, he can't go!"

"kill--"