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Chapter 94 Zheng's Loyal Soul is Unforgettable, Zheng Shan and Feng Bei Reunite!
Respect for 32 years.

December 25.

The lazy sunlight is hard to drive away the cold, and the winter is cold.

To celebrate the New Year, lanterns are hung in front of every house.

There are ignorant children wearing new clothes, running happily in the alleys and streets.

Recently, many people have noticed that the atmosphere in the city is weird.

First, in the Yage Teahouse, the storytellers who used to talk about swords and swords on the rivers and lakes gradually talked about the stories of General Zheng Haoran—"Three thousand soldiers beat the barbarians", "General Zheng bravely rescued the emperor and crossed the Fenjian River bravely" , "General Zheng fought fiercely against the barbarians", "He sang with great righteousness and smashed the barbarians for thousands of miles", the tea guests applauded one after another, as if they saw the loyal and heroic souls of the past in the storyteller's story.

Heaven and Earth reopened.

Usually at night, prostitutes come here in high spirits, with other plans.

But when they stepped inside, what floated inside was no longer imaginative ribbon-colored shoes, but red-dyed battle flags with the word "Zheng" written on them.

The decoration in the store has also become a pair of dilapidated battle armor.

"Wolf smoke rises from the mountains and rivers and looks north,"

"Dragon Banner Rolling Horse Long Neighing Sword Qi Like Frost,"

"My heart is like the boundless water of the Yellow River,"

"Who can fight against each other in 20 years?"

"Hate the direction of the long sword,"

"How many loyal brothers and sisters buried their bones in other places..."

The impassioned flute and playing, combined with Lily's captivating singing voice, make all whores who step into the heaven and earth seem to have gone to the wrong place.In a blink of an eye, they seemed to be on the battlefield thousands of miles away, feeling General Zheng who was buried in a foreign land 20 years ago, and the horns of the Northern Shenwu Army echoed on the beam.

A song "Zheng Zhong Pao Guo", when a generation of singer Lili and others sang to "When the horseshoe goes south and the people look north", a group of literati and poets shed tears, crying bitterly, both guilty and passionate.

For a while, no one in the imperial city went whoring anymore, and they flocked into the heaven and earth, not for anything else, just to listen to a passionate song "Zheng Zhong Pao Guo".

On the street, actors are using vivid operas to play the scene of General Zheng tearing away from the imperial city, raising his gun and marching northward, bravely breaking the barbarian army.

One after another allusions gradually forgotten by the world, one after another heroic elegy that was forgotten in the peaceful era, are remembered and remembered again.

Unknowingly, in just a few days, the whole city was once again praising Zheng Haoran's tragedy, and singing about the deep love between Zheng Haoran and the emperor's monarchs.

A storyteller cried and sang: "General Zheng, General Zheng, you were born in Daqian, it is because of God's blessing!"

As if overnight, Zheng Haoran, who had passed away for 20 years, was reborn in the mouths of the people, and went to the north to fight for the second time!

When talking about Zheng Haoran, one cannot do without Zheng Haoran's only son, Zheng Xiu.

There is a kind of speech that quietly breeds among the people.

How many roads has Zheng Xiu built in these years?

How much money was donated.

How many disaster victims have been relieved.

How many people have been comforted.

Let how many people settle down here.

How many families that were once poor are now full of children and grandchildren.

In the era of peace, the soul of Zheng's army was gone, and Zheng Xiu did not join the army or become an official in the court, but they discovered that the influence of the Zheng family on the people and Zheng Haoran's arrogance have not disappeared because of this!
"Then Mr. Zheng has a good heart. My old guy hurt his hand in the blacksmith. The master didn't say anything else, and he carried a box of silver to let the old guy have a good rest."

"Princess Yurun? Hey! I just don't believe that the master will kill people! Old Zheng's family has been loyal to Dagan for generations, and Lao Zheng's family has never had a villain!"

"Don't tell me, Mr. Zheng, he looks like General Zheng. He has the bones of Mr. Zheng and the blood of Mr. Zheng's family. I grew up watching Mr. Zheng, so my heart is good. .”

Chef Xiangmanlou He brandished a new knife, and sneered at the others: "Master Zheng killed people? I am so ridiculous. Last year, the chickens and ducks of Mr. Zheng's house were killed by myself, Lao He. He said he didn't like to see blood. Mr. Zheng still felt sorry for me, and he rewarded me with 100 taels of silver! Who dares to say that Mr. Zheng is not a good person, I, Mr. He, chopped him to death!"

December 29.

The sunset slanted to the west, reflecting the sky red, as if stained with a layer of blood.

Thick clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, pressing towards the imperial city, and heavy snow fell, covering it for a long time.

"No matter in which era, public opinion is a terrible force, because it represents 'public opinion'! I, Zheng, just lit a few sparks, and in a blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran's name, like a prairie fire, wiped out the fear Dong Lixue!"

Zheng Xiushen was in Wangtian Prison, even if he didn't enter the common people, he could feel that the atmosphere of the whole city was changing silently under the influence of his Zheng family.

"Dad, dad, I really have to obey you now, even if you die, you can protect my Zheng family in the dark." Zheng Xiu murmured to the dead dad, whether it was emotion or envy. : "You let me, how can I be willing to abandon this ancestral golden signboard, how can I be willing to shame your loyal soul?"

"An unfilial son can't bring you back to life, but at least, in this day and age, your name can be remembered by the people again!"

"Let them remember that today's peaceful and prosperous world is due to your contribution!"

"If you don't be arrogant for a while, you may forget that I, Zheng Xiu, have the proud blood of the Zheng family in my body?"

Close your eyes and enter the prison.

Zheng Xiu was sitting on the bone chair and on the table, with three small avatars with their eyes closed.

The child's brows are pregnant with lotuses, and the brows are innocent, hiding evil spirits.

The macho is tall, strong and mighty, with the illusion of green mountains and green waters hidden behind him, a bit smart and handsome in his might.

The third incarnation is an old man with snow-white hair and beard, dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back, like a feather fairy outside the world, mysterious and unpredictable.

Zheng Xiu first moved his finger to the old man, but hesitated at the last moment.

Maybe it's not the time to use Wang Zang yet.

the end.

The macho painter opened his eyes, a vortex formed in the depths of the inn [Fengbei's Home], the black door opened and closed, and Zheng Shan stepped into it.

Lonely peaks and cliffs, bare mountain tops.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the top of the mountain is like a layer of white mat.

In the middle of the "mat", Feng Bei continued to add firewood to the bonfire as before, waiting quietly.

It was snowing heavily tonight, and Xiaofeng was too weak to bear it, so she curled up in a temporary cat bed early to keep warm.

The water vapor in the wooden barrel inside the house is thin, and the stove inside the house is burning fiercely, leaving a three-point warming place for cats.

A shrill bird song broke the silence, Feng Bei stood up, ready to welcome the boy.

The ink-colored wings flowed like knives, tearing apart the snow curtain, and the mighty tall man slowly landed on the roof.

Feng Bei was stunned, and was frozen in place like a sculpture.

Zheng Xiu used the incarnation of "Zheng Shan" this time.

For Fengbei, Zheng Shan is already a person who lived 20 years ago.

But for Zheng Xiu, it was only a month since Zheng Shan and Feng Bei said goodbye last time.

Who can explain the magic of traveling through time and space and the mysteries of ghosts and monsters?

Zheng Xiu saw Fengbei's reaction, and as expected, Zheng Xiu folded his wings, stretched out his fangs a little, and said with a smile, "Where's my son?"

Fengbei stood there dumbfounded as if his soul had been taken away.

It wasn't until Zheng Xiu asked the second time that she shook her head slowly.

"My son said that if you come here, you can find him, that brat!" Zheng Xiu scolded himself in the tone of an old father, while explaining: "I never expected that when my son was born, he would meet the old man from 20 years ago. "

Feng Bei still looked at Zheng Shan standing on the roof in a foolish way, without saying a word, with his mouth slightly open, letting the wind blow wildly.

Why is Feng Bei's reaction a bit strange?
Zheng Xiu originally thought that Feng Bei would be moved to tears, asking why his benefactor stayed in youth, where he went all these years, and so on.

He also specially prepared a speech to explain why his appearance has not changed in the past 20 years.

At present... it seems that it is not available?
"Ahem, since that brat hasn't come yet, I'm here on purpose as an old man to see you."

Zheng Xiu coughed twice, looked at the foolish Feng Bei, and said the theme of the night: "20 years ago, the old man rescued you from that dangerous situation. Please go for the old man, my stupid son is not sensible, if this matter is entrusted to him, I am afraid it will ruin the good thing."

With the same expression, Fengbei nodded blankly.

"Do you know Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the imperial city?"

Fengbei's eyes never left "Zheng Shan" for a moment, and he still nodded.

Zheng Xiu laughed loudly: "Then it will be easy! I ask you to escort my pao brother's orphan all the way tomorrow morning! You only need to escort him from Wangtian Prison to Zheng's house! Would you like it?"

Feng Bei lowered his head, not knowing what to think, and then whispered: "Feng Bei is willing."

"Then, thank you very much! From now on, you and the old man will not owe each other!"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Xiu hurriedly jumped down the mountain, ready to escape.

"Senior stay!"

In an instant, the horrific wind pressure suddenly blew the falling snow back into the sky, and Fengbei's right hand was clasped, the lines of his right eye spread all over his body, and the shadow behind him was like a towering mountain.

"Senior, stay behind! Senior, stay behind!"

Feng Bei clenched the long phantom saber tightly, and just swung it halfway, when he froze.

I'm stupid, feeling the terrible pressure behind him, the thick ghost is like the essence, Zheng Xiu was so frightened that he hurriedly canceled the [Misty Journey], and disappeared in front of Fengbei in the form of green smoke.

Only then did he discover one thing, it turned out that Fengbei didn't use big moves when he was angry, but he couldn't help using big moves when he was emotional!
The way "Zheng Shan" disappeared is exactly the same as 20 years ago, the only difference is that today's Zheng Shan is well dressed.

Seeing Zheng Shan disappear in mid-air, the wind and snow that was blown up into the sky fell again, and everything returned to calm.

Feng Bei stood there blankly.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy scratched his head and flew up to the top of the mountain from below.

"Uh... my father left?"

Hearing the sound, Feng Bei turned his head suddenly, and looked at the innocent boy with his left eye indifferently.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Gudong.

Fengbei's eyes are strange.

Shouldn't it be discovered?
Feng Bei is not someone who likes to think about problems.

Sure enough, Fengbei breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that Senior Zheng Shan is still alive."

"Of course, if my father is alive or not, how can I lie to you?"

"Then let's begin."

Feng Bei smiled, clenched his fists, and walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step.

Fengbei seems to be very happy today.

She was extraordinarily energetic from the start.

Zheng Xiu's experience in various skills increased as soon as he worked hard.

Crash.

The bonfire extinguished without wind, leaving only sporadic flames.

The idea is good.

But Zheng Xiu somehow felt a chill in his back.

He had a premonition, Fengbei tonight.

It will be a little fierce.

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