There were two people sitting at the top of the room. One of them was the Emperor of the Tiangong Empire, Di Feng Ling. On the other side sat a strong man who looked like an iron tower. He looked to be in his fifties, with a faint trace of blood under his bronze skin.
The halo is flowing, he has a face with a Chinese character, a pair of tiger eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. Even though he is sitting, you can still see the size of his body. His rock-hard muscles fully support his outfit, and his eyes are bright.
God, with a pair of black eyes exuding a deep luster. This man is the pillar of the Tiangong Empire, Generalissimo Zhou Shuiniu. He is also Zhou Weiqing's father.
Marshal Zhou, like Shangguan Bing'er, was born in a civilian family. He made a living by herding cattle when he was a child, which is how he got his name. No one dared to make fun of his name, because everyone who had done so was already dead.
"Your Majesty, look at this. Someone sent it this morning. It's that little brat's handwriting." Zhou Shuiniu handed a letter to Di Fengling.
"Brother Zhou, didn't you do this just to comfort me? I have made up my mind. If something happens to Wei Qing, this girl Difuya will be buried with him." Di Fengling said firmly. Yesterday
He personally took Difuya to the door to apologize, but when he learned that Zhou Weiqing had not returned, he immediately sent a large number of people to search outside the city, but found nothing.
Zhou Shuiniu said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, how dare I deceive you? Don't be deceived by this little brat's honest appearance. In fact, he is more cunning than anyone else. Even I have been deceived by him many times. This time
He probably knew he was in trouble and was afraid that I would beat him up so he didn't dare to come back. To put it nicely, why go out and have a rough time? That's bullshit. I think he doesn't dare to come back, so don't pay attention to him."
Di Fengling smiled bitterly and said: "If Weiqing doesn't come back for a day, I won't be able to rest at ease for a day! This matter is all Di Fuya's fault. Brother, if Weiqing comes back, you can't hit him. Speaking of which,
This child is very pitiful. He was born with venous occlusion as he expected, so don’t make things too difficult for him."
Zhou Shuiniu snorted, "Tiger father and dog son. However, this boy is somewhat self-aware. He is right. How can he be worthy of Her Highness the Princess? I think, according to what he said, the marriage should be cancelled."
Di Fengling's expression suddenly changed, "How can that be done? Difu Yasheng is a member of your Zhou family, and his death is a ghost of your Zhou family. Big brother, Jun Wuxi, you don't need to talk about this matter anymore. If it's because Wei Qing is not the emperor,
Master Zhu regrets the marriage, so am I still worthy of being your brother?"
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When Zhou Weiqing woke up from coma, he found that he was already in a tent. When he woke up, he suddenly felt pain everywhere in his body, and his body was even more uncomfortable with sweat. Especially his legs, as if
It was like it was filled with lead. The slightest movement caused pain like being pricked by thousands of steel needles, making him groan.
"Shangguan Bing'er, you little bitch, just wait, sooner or later I will pin you down and ravage you."
After calming down for a while, Zhou Weiqing reluctantly got up from the bunk. As soon as he sat up, he saw two large bowls and a note next to the bunk.
One of the two large bowls contained three large steamed buns, and the other bowl contained two vegetables. One was fried vegetables, and the other was stewed meat. Zhou Weiqing, who had been tired for an afternoon, was already hungry, and immediately
He grabbed the steamed buns and ate them unceremoniously, thinking to himself: Guan Bing'er, this little girl, still has some conscience. The steamed buns and vegetables were still warm, and the taste was quite good. It was obviously not the big pot rice from the ordinary soldier canteen. While eating,
Then Zhou Weiqing looked at the note. The content left on the note was very simple, with only four words: Continue tomorrow.
"Damn, it's not over yet! Didn't I just touch you?" Zhou Weiqing snorted angrily, and squeezed the steamed bun in his hand very obscenely to feel it.
Three times five times two times, after dinner, Zhou Weiqing walked out of the tent without stopping. He endured the pain in his body and went to wash his body. Although this guy was wretched and afraid of death, he had one good thing, he still loved to be clean.
He also washed his clothes. Don't think that he who was born in a noble family will do housework. On the contrary, he can do all housework and cooking. Wasn't this forced by the stern old man in the family, Marshal Buffalo?
In the Marshal's Mansion, Zhou Weiqing lived alone in a small courtyard. After the age of six, he was self-reliant and everything he needed was provided, but there was no one to wait on him. Over this matter, Marshal Zhou and his wife fought countless times.
, Unfortunately, Marshal Zhou's strength was irresistible, and in the end the Marshal's wife only managed to gain the power to teach Zhou Weiqing to do this.
After cleaning his body, changing into another military uniform, and washing away the dirt, Zhou Weiqing returned to his tent. At this time, the entire military camp had become quiet.
After Zhou Weiqing returned to the tent, he opened the cloth bag he brought with him. Inside were some essential items he purchased after coming out of the blacksmith shop yesterday, such as some simple powdered seasonings, a bottle of lamp oil, etc., all of which were trivial.
But it was a necessity of life. What he feared most was not having enough to eat after serving as a soldier. Buying some seasonings would make it easier to eat secretly in the future. As for the lamp oil, it came in handy immediately.
Zhou Weiqing took out the rice bowl that he had cleaned before, poured some lamp oil into it, then took out some thin threads and twisted them together and soaked them in the lamp oil for a while to reveal a thread end. Then he lit it with a flint and it was immediately removed.
A small makeshift oil lamp suddenly lit up the small tent.
After doing this, he quietly lifted up the tent curtain and stuck his head out to take a look. After confirming that no one was outside, he retracted his head. Carefully, he reached into his arms and took out an oilcloth from his body.
Bag.
"Fortunately, it was wrapped with an oilcloth bag, otherwise I would have been in trouble if it got soaked because I sweated so much today."
He carefully opened the oilcloth bag, revealing an ancient book inside. This can indeed be called an ancient book, because it is not made of paper at all, but sewn with good sheepskin, and is two inches long.
It is thick, with dozens of pages, in a simple style, and has some damage at the edges. There are four big characters written on the cover: Immortal Art.
This is the treasure Zhou Weiqing went to the Star Forest to pick up yesterday. This thing was picked up next to a skeleton when he was thrown into a deep mountain forest by Marshal Zhou when he was ten years old to train his survival ability. Even Marshal Zhou didn't know about it.
.He has been hiding it in a tree hole in the Star Forest.
Open the cover and reveal the first page, with a line of small words at the top: General Outline of the Immortal God Kung Fu.
Those without great perseverance should not practice it, and those without the determination to die should not practice it. The Immortality Technique is actually the Death Technique, which makes the impossible possible. It takes the thirty-six major death points of the celestial body as the training object, and seeks to survive in death. If you are not careful,
There is no doubt that you will die, so be careful, be careful. Only those who can break through the thirty-six major death points can truly harness the power of heaven and earth, live as long as heaven and earth, and be immortal like the sun and moon.
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Long live the brothers and sisters of the Tang Sect, I strongly request book friends to collect, recommend and support. According to the news that Xiaosan received yesterday, this book should be on the shelves on the 1st of next month, not the 10th as originally planned by Xiaosan. See
