As soon as Zhang Hong finished speaking, several steps passed by him.

When Zhang Hong was not around, they were like chickens defeated in a fight. But when Zhang Hong came and took the clan law as his order, they became like wolves and tigers.

Not afraid of Ji Sun's angry glare, these people just crossed Zhang Heizi's arms from left to right, somersaulted a few steps, and then reached Zhang Hong in front of him.

Zhang Heizi allowed them to cross paths without resisting.

Just because for those of them who have been born in the clan since childhood, the laws of this clan are stricter than the laws of the country.

At this moment, another man next to him handed over a stick and a rope.

The man holding Zhang Heizi was not polite. He put his hands around Heizi's waist and lifted up, spreading Heizi's arms.

Among the people on both sides, one held the whistle stick, and others went to tie the rope. After a while, Zhang Heizi's arms were firmly tied to the whistle stick.

It wasn't over yet, the man who held up Heizi's arms pushed Zhang Heizi skillfully.

I saw Zhang Heizi pushing the golden mountain, kneeling on the ground with the jade pillar upside down, and his whole face buried in the yellow mud.

Seeing Zhang Heizi in such embarrassment, everyone on the court laughed wildly.

These laughters were even louder compared to the silence of the households there.

Zhang Hong liked this kind of fear. He pressed his hand to signal silence.

Then, he turned around, faced the residents, and said loudly:

"Tribesmen, let me tell you a story today. The story happened in Qiancheng County, not far from our Licheng City.

There is a man named Dong Yong in this place.

What about him? He and his father worked hard in the fields since he was a child. But good things happen to people, and his father was not so lucky and died.

This Dong Yong was a filial son. In order to bury his father, he sold himself to a wealthy family.

This rich man was a good man, so he didn't ask for Dong Yong, but gave him ten thousand yuan.

You don't know how much this ten thousand dollars is.

I just use things to price, this ten thousand yuan! I can buy 50 acres of land, a house, and two cows. This is the foundation of a family.

This wealthy family was just given to Dong Yong.

Later, Dong Yong served his father as a mourner for three years. Once that was over, he had to go to that person's home and sell himself to repay his kindness. But on the way, Dong Yong met a woman who insisted on marrying Dong Yong.

You see, Dong Yong ran into all this good deed.

This Dong Yong married a woman, but he did not forget to repay his kindness.

But the rich man didn't care at all, and later he asked Dong Yong: "Ms. Xie, can you weave? If you can, just weave a few pieces of cloth, and that's the price."

Then Dong Yong went back and asked the woman to weave cloth.

Once this cloth is woven, it is amazing and will shine.

It turned out that this woman was the Weaver Girl in heaven, who made clothes for the Emperor of Heaven, and later she secretly came down to earth herself.

Now weaving is known to humans and heaven. Therefore, the Weaver Girl has no choice but to go to heaven.

I like this story. Why?

I saw filial piety and righteousness from Dong Yong, and I even saw benevolence from that wealthy family, a kind of benevolence that no amount of money could buy.

Without his selflessness, how could Dong Yong's filial piety be fulfilled?

Therefore, when I talk about Dong Yong's filial piety, I also talk about the wealthy family's Daren.

As for the rich family member Daren, I am not proud of myself. I also have a small benevolence for all my clan members.

To envoy Zhang Hong, there are few of you who can protect you from the wind and rain, and provide you with food, and you will be completely brown!

They have been hungry and cold for a long time, and they have to die in the ravines! There are also orphans, poor people, old and young in the clan, who have no support.

Take the owl beast Zhang Heizi who is kneeling here. If his father leaves, he will be buried with the money I gave him."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Hong pointed at Liu Gong behind him and continued:

"Mr. Liu, I know that he is a pure official and a good person.

But just outside our ancestral hall, I was helping my clan with something, and I was beaten by this beast who had become a thief. I was really cruel.

I know, I know that in our hearts we want to say: 'He is doing it for his brother.'

However, let me tell you what Wen Zou Zou Di said: "Even if you are a brother of Quan Kun, you can't lose your innocence."

Today, Zhang Heizi is guilty of being a thief and a thief. He is punished for the two crimes above. He must first be punished with a stick within the clan, and then be imprisoned and sent to the pavilion.

Come, please show me your strength."

After a few words, Zhang Hong couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.

He boasted and flattered Wu Jinlangtong, who had been wandering around, and said:

"The nature of the stick pattern is applied from time to time. If it is done rightly, it is called breaking, and if it is not done rightly, it is called chaos.

Now I can tell right from wrong."

Langtong, who was wearing a wide robe and a high crown, put his palms together and bowed, and said with a smile:

"Believers, it's a good trick. It's a good trick to 'point east and hit the west'. But believers, don't be too happy too early. I think the witch will not give up when he sacrifices his grandson."

After saying that, he moved his mouth in the direction of sacrificing his grandson.

Yes, we are not willing to give up on offering sacrifices to our grandchildren.

He came here originally because the residents of Dasangli asked Zhang Hong to repay their rent.

Because of this, the local people were powerful and set up their own sacrificial altars, which eroded the authority of Taiping Dao in the local area.

Therefore, he originally wanted to come here to kill Zhang Hong directly for the sake of morality. This would let these powerful men know who owns the world in Qingzhou.

I originally thought that Zhang Hong was just a country rich man who could do whatever he wanted, but unexpectedly he turned out to be elegant and elegant, like a doctor.

Several times, he was caught off guard when the attack came down.

Now, he has been held there.

If Zhang Hong were to deal with Zhang Heizi like this, the prestige of Taiping Dao would be destroyed in his own hands.

This is absolutely impossible.

So when he saw Zhang Heizi was about to be beaten, he immediately jumped out.

"A gambling fight! Zhang Xinshi, if there is something wrong with you, I want something, so why not have a gambling fight? The winner takes everything."

Zhang Hong thought for a while, and it hit!

In fact, he didn't want to go against Taiping Dao. He knew how powerful they were in Qingzhou. He even heard that some members of the Prohibition Party had connections with Taiping Dao.

But if his grandson was making a big fuss in the ancestral hall, he wouldn't be able to gain any favor in Dashang if he directly manipulated him.

Therefore, he had an idea and punished Zhang Heizi according to the family law, using advancement as a retreat.

Sure enough, now he is invincible.

What's wrong with gambling and fighting? He doesn't care about Zhang Heizi's life at all.

Okay, let's have a bet and let him see our strength. Don't always underestimate us.

Wanting to understand the key points, Zhang Hong stretched his eyebrows again and tapped his dove stick:

"Okay, let's follow the Taoist envoy's wishes. Let's compete in three rounds.

According to the rules, in the first round we compete in pot throwing, in the second round we compete in step shooting, and in the third round we compete in swordsmanship."

This old man became a living spirit and buried himself in the hole casually.

They have a large number of people here, and they are all warriors who have honed their martial arts.

Not to mention courage, but his skills are much better than those of the opposite Guizhou people who are stuck in the mud.

After three games, the opponent couldn't even get close to anyone.

It is also difficult to sacrifice the grandson, but he was the one who initiated the bet, so it would be ugly to back out now.

"Okay, just three games. But I think Zhang Xinshi has to end in this first game."

Since there's no way to escape, let's just let Zhang Hong go. He's old and frail, and he's good enough to last one round. Then I can win another round, isn't that okay?

Originally, Zhang Chong had been watching the whole show. But when he heard this, he felt bad. The bearded man looked down on old man Zhang.

Not wanting to offend others, he tugged on his beard and whispered to him:

"Brother, don't underestimate Zhang Tiehu across the street. His son is also said to be proficient in swordsmanship. You need to take good care of him.

Also learn from Sun Bin and arrange your troops in formation."

It’s a wonder that this kid even understands Sun Bin when he is offering sacrifices to the bearded man? Is there such a great gathering of people and culture in Dasangli?

However, he didn't take this kid's words seriously.

His eyes were contemptuous and he grinned:

"These local tyrants and soldiers are fighting bravely in the countryside, and they think that the heroes in the world are nothing more than this.
To be continued...