Xiaojiu shook his head and said softly: "Sir, don't comfort me. I know that at least you and Dongling still have a false peace on the surface. The King of Dongling dares not break it because he is afraid that Mr. He will not be happy. But if Mr. He asks them, then Mr. He will be authorized by others and put the people into a denomination. The nature of the whole thing will be different."

Mr. Yang Gong smiled slightly and sarcastically said, "I am afraid of people who have a strong population? Even if I eat and drink and use his, what will happen if I don't help him with things? With the words "Mr. Yang Gong", I can't cure a little Dongling King?"

Xiaojiu sighed lightly, lowered her head and said silently.

Mr. Yang Gong lamented as if he accepted his fate: "Why did I accept you, a disciple who is incompetent and stupid? Okay, okay, I will send them the copy of the "Sutra" to them. They have been thinking about this thing. With this thing, they understand my meaning, but when you go out in the future, don't say that you learned the art from me. I can't afford to lose this person!"

Even though Xiaojiu was happy, she still muttered softly: "If you don't say what's wrong with your disciple, I have followed seven masters in the past ten years to learn skills, and you are still missing?"

Mr. Yang Gong slammed the table and glared: "What? You really have a hard wing, right? Just those seven things are nothing compared to me! Some are not even speaking smoothly, some are invisible, and there are even those who can't even walk on the road. What do you compare them with me?"

Xiaojiu lowered his head and said softly: "At least, Master Longxi will pick out seventeen of your "Sutras" and it is inappropriate to do so."

Mr. Yang Gong snorted coldly, stretched out his greasy right hand and pulled out a ragged book from the pile of books beside him and put it on the table, saying disdain: "The Book of Words is nothing. It was written by me twenty years ago. People are sought after by the world because ordinary people have no knowledge. I never think that "The Book of Words" is a precious thing. Look at this book of "Soul Learning", this is the proud work that I have worked hard for the rest of my life. When I first wrote it, there were 35,821 words. In the past ten years, there were still 1,327 words left. Every word seems to be bloody, and ten years of hard work is unusual. This sentence was written for me! I originally wanted to wait for you and the crown to give it to you. Since you kid said that now, get out now."

Xiao Jiu Dale snatched "Xinxue" and hugged it in his arms without caring about the oil stains on it. He said happily: "You can come, don't worry, I will keep this book for you. I promise to read it word by word after taking it back."

Mr. Yang Gong snorted coldly: "You kid can take this book, but I have a requirement. Within three years, you have to delete it to 800 words, within six years, to 500 words, and within twenty years, to 300 words. If you can't do it, I won't use the soles of your shoes to beat you."

Xiaojiu carefully put away the "Soul Learning" and said with a smile: "Get it, you are the old man now, and you will say whatever you say, but I have another thing to ask you. Sanniang's food house has been open for some time, and it is not a big deal to have no plaque. Please do me."

Mr. Yang Gong sneered: "Do you know what price my word is in the world? I don't even have three thousand taels of silver..."

Xiaojiu said, "Sanniang said that she has a pot of fifteen-year-old spring peach wine."

Mr. Yang Gong sat upright: "Did she say what kind of calligraphy she likes? The store name is not careless, what about the name? Is it good to have a name?"

Xiaojiu stood up and lifted the food box, walked out and smiled and said, "What kind of calligraphy is good at, and what kind of calligraphy is naturally depends on the teacher's mood. The name cannot be too big, and the restaurant cannot be held up, so he called Sanniang's food house."

Mr. Yang Gong nodded, picked up the wine pot and took a big sip. When he put it down, he suddenly spoke: "Gu Changfeng."

The young man, who had one foot crossed the threshold, suddenly stiffened and stood there, without looking back, without speaking, and without any movement.

Mr. Yang Gong's expression became solemn and his voice was low: "Xiao Jiu and Xiao Jiu have called him too much, don't forget your real name."

The boy's body was stiff for a long time and finally spoke slowly: "Sir... what is the point of mentioning this?"

Mr. Yang Gong looked up and looked straight at the young man's slender back with sharp eyes: "Seventeen years ago, General Gu led the Xiliang army to raid thousands of miles to relieve the siege of Dongling. At the critical moment, the 50,000 reinforcements that Dongling had originally agreed to hold their troops on the spot, and he watched General Gu die in battle..."

The boy suddenly burst out: "Stop talking!"

Mr. Yang Gong was unmoved at all and continued to tell the story: "Not to mention that Shang Zhuang and General Gu were the eight-day friends of the eight-day weddings that were made of soil and incense, just say that Dongling saw that the Xiliang army died in battle, what are the benefits for Dongling? You might have thought that Dongling had fallen to Chang'an before, but you should see what Shang Zhuang did in the past 17 years. Where did he and Chang'an look like a family?"

The boy seemed to have been drained from his whole body. He could only stretch out his right hand to grab the door frame so that he would not fall down. After closing his eyes to ease for a long time, he slowly said softly: "Sir, if he had known Changfeng... If he had known Changfeng's identity, Changfeng would know his heart. What is the purpose of Mr. today saying so much?"

Mr. Yang Gong calmed down and said slowly: "I said so much, but I just want to tell you two points. First, I have no malice to you. It is not necessary to contact him at the right time. Second, before Guan, it is not wrong to establish you with a nickname, but next year you will be able to win Guan. Even if you cannot restore Gu Changfeng's identity, you must take your own surname back so that you will not bury General Gu Xianfo's reputation in this life."

The former Xiaojiu, and now Gu Changfeng took a deep breath, put down the food box, turned around, and bowed to the ground.

Mr. Yanggong did not dodge or avoid, and sat upright and received this bow.

Gu Changfeng got up, tidyed up her clothes and picked up her food box, turned around and walked out of the door, slowly heading towards the backyard, without saying a word throughout the process.

But Mr. Yang Gong nodded with satisfaction. He knew that from then on, the Gu family's peerless magic weapon that had been hidden in 17 years was finally about to be sheathed and killed.

Gu Jiu was already dying in the room, and Gu Changfeng was reborn on his corpse.

The backyard is much larger than the previous one, with only one blue brick and black tiled house with two inlets and two out, but it does not appear empty at all.

In the middle of the backyard, there is a huge stable. Although the facilities inside are worn out, they are cleaned very clean and tidy. There is a tall horse in the middle of the stable, with black hair smooth and smooth, and her body is slender. After seeing Gu Changfeng come in, she ran out of the stable with excitement, stretched out her head and rubbed her affectionately into Gu Changfeng's arms.

No matter from any angle, this tall horse is a top-notch person. It is a strange thing that it is actually kept in a backyard with such a simple environment.

Gu Changfeng freed up a hand to pat the horse's forehead, slightly opened the wooden box beside, took out two carrots and stuffed them into its huge horse's mouth, then got rid of its entanglement and walked into the room.

This blue brick and black tiled house is no different from the front yard. It is also extremely simple decoration. There is nothing else in the room except for the necessary tables, chairs and benches. The only difference is that there are no classics and books in this room. There is only a large bow hanging on the wall and a standard Dongling knife. There is also a simple leather armor on the wooden frame behind the door. Next to the leather armor is a thick rusty spear.

A candle was lit on the square table in the middle of the room, and there was only this light in the whole room. Next to the square table, a burly man sat upright.

This man was tall and tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He just sat upright here silently, and a majestic aura like a towering mountain hit him. Although he was sitting, his upper body was still as tall as a javelin.

If it weren't for his face full of old scars at this time, then he would have been the most standard military model.

This person doesn't know how long he has been sitting here, but what can be confirmed is that no matter how long he has sat, his mountain-like posture has been preserved.

Now almost no one in Zhanying City doesn't know this person, not because of his high status, but because the characteristics on his face are so memorable that he is also the guard of the city gate, which is well known to everyone.

Ye Lin, the deputy captain of the west gate of Zhanying City, has a very bad temper and has a very poor popularity. This is also the reason why he has not been promoted for eight years as the deputy captain.

After seeing Gu Changfeng pushing the door in, Ye Lin stood up suddenly from the seat. Although he was happy, his scarred face showed no happy expression at all.

Gu Changfeng gently closed the door, turned away the huge horse's head, then placed the food box on the table, took out the second layer of sea fish and two large bowls of rice.

Gently handed the chopsticks to Ye Lin's hand, Gu Changfeng smiled and said, "I made an extra portion of the sea fish in the food chamber today, so I'll take it back. Uncle Ye, try it and see how it tastes."

Ye Lin nodded heavily, picked up the rice, took a chopstick of fried fish and sliced ​​it into his mouth with the rice. Even when he was eating, his attitude was still meticulous.

Gu Changfeng sat opposite Ye Lin. Although the two were speechless, no matter when and where, Gu Changfeng would always calm down whenever and when he faced Uncle Ye who raised him with one hand.

Even though Ye Lin was taciturn and cherished, Gu Changfeng was still willing to sit opposite Ye Lin and enjoy the tranquility quietly.

Suddenly, Ye Lin suddenly looked up and said in a deep voice: "You are injured."

Gu Changfeng knew that he could not hide it from Ye Lin, so he didn't want to hide it. After hearing Ye Lin's inquiry, he smiled and said, "It's okay, I have been weak since I was a child, and today I am also an emergency."

Ye Lin nodded and continued to ask: "Who is it?"

Gu Changfeng said softly: "Xu Tong in Dongling, but he spared my life, but I actually made a profit."

Ye Lin nodded, lowered his head and continued to start stewing rice.

This has been the case since childhood. The two of them have always had very little words. Even if it is a big deal, just a few words can be made clear.

After eliminating the two bowls of rice, Ye Lin wiped his mouth, put down his bowl, looked at Gu Changfeng and said seriously: "Xiaofeng, if this happens in the future, remember to ask someone to notify me. This matter will pass, and you must be careful in the future."

Gu Changfeng nodded and responded with a smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Ye, I know in my heart. Aren't you going to the city gate tonight? It's too late now. Let's go quickly and stop giving excuses to those surnamed Luo to cause trouble."

Ye Lin stood up and walked towards the leather armor on the wooden frame. After putting on the leather armor, putting the Dongling knife around his waist and picking up the spear, Ye Lin said casually, "I paid a salary yesterday and bought you two kilograms of Wulang cakes and placed them on the head of your bed. You have time to eat it."

After hesitating for a little, Ye Lin still raised his head and said, "When he came back, that boy Tuoba Dongsou pestered me for a long time, but I still didn't give it to him."
Chapter completed!