A group of East Factory officials bowed their heads and bowed: "Listen to the master's orders,"

Cao Xiangfei waved his hand and said: "Notify the second and fourth teams on the periphery, all of them will be accepted," the two officers responded and ran to the outside of the temple, Cao Xiangfei made a gesture, the whistle on the wall sounded, and the crossbowmen were also withdrawn, he turned his face sideways and smiled at Qin Juexiang: "Congratulations, congratulations, in the future, Xiao Qin Ye will do things in Nanzhen Fusi, we will be a family,"

"Look at what you said, it turned out to be nothing else," Qin Juexiang said with a smile: "Brother is in Jingdong Xinhui next Yunhua Building, just set up a banquet to celebrate, yes, don't go anywhere today, come and cheer for the younger brother, the brothers who are here today, one is counted as one, bring them all, all the expenses, I will cover it,"

Cao Xiangfei raised his big finger and smiled: "Yes, it's a big thing, it's a pity that Lao Cao still has official business today, and he can't accompany him more, the coming day will be long, and you will be indispensable in the future," he saluted Chang Sihao as he spoke, and hugged Zheng Mengzhu, Xiaoshan, Xiaochi, etc., waved his hand and said: "Collect the team," Liu Jinwu then said: "Chitose, the slave also has to return to the palace to hand over the decree, forgive a sin, and take the first step," The eyeball ring swept the number of courtesies, followed behind Cao Xiangfei, the rear team of the East Factory officers on the two wings in the middle changed to the front team, the cloak swept away, the footsteps were uniform, and they quietly retreated like a goose, and withdrew cleanly in an instant.

The heroes in the courtyard all woke up from a nightmare, breathed a sigh of relief, and a team flashed out from the side of the hall, led by Ma Mingshao and Chen Shengyi, followed by several followers of the Hundred Swords Alliance,

Ma Mingshao came close to receive the holy decree handed by Qin Juexiang, and looked at each other, each other had a slight smile on their faces, Chen Sheng was expressionless, standing next to him not far away, Chang Sihao looked at it and secretly wondered in his eyes,

Someone in the courtyard suddenly said loudly: "Since there are officials and family members in the temple, I can't wait to disturb them, so let's come and visit the Venerable Master another day," this person deliberately accentuated the sound of the word "official" when he spoke, and although he was leaving, his body was motionless, and many of the heroes heard it, their eyes hesitated, and they looked forward one after another.

Xiaoshan and Xiaochi glanced at each other, their hands folded, their bald heads lowered, and the group of watchers shouted, obviously dissatisfied with the attitude of the two.

At this time, someone said: "Everyone, the old man has a word, please appreciate your face,"

Chang Sihao listened to the voice a little familiar, looked sideways, a white-bearded old man in the crowd flashed figure, smiled around, and was signaling to the group of heroes, this person is dressed very well, clean and elegant, sideburns are properly combed, not messy, look at the face has never seen it,

Some people recognized him as the predecessor of the Diancang faction, surnamed Xia, named Zenghui, known as the "Eight Pincers", and his kung fu was very good, and he also had some prestige in the rivers and lakes, so they stretched out their arms and said in a suppressed voice: "Be quiet, listen to what the old Xia chivalrous man said,"

When the voices subsided, Xia Zenghui looked around, thanked him with a smile, and said: "Everyone, I want the old man Qin to be in Japan, crisscrossing the mountains and Shaanxi, walking alone, and my friends on the rivers and lakes mention it, and they all admire his old man's iron heart and arrogance, and his people and deeds can be called martial arts Zongfan, you say, yes and no,"

"Not bad," "Exactly,"

Xia Zenghui shook his head: "Alas, the sky is not blessed, the heroes fall to the ground, the heroic heroes are killed, the blood stains Datong, the huge Qin family, only the children, grandchildren, women and children, how to support, every time the old man talks about this matter with others, he does not cry with emotion,"

The heroes were speechless, several people sighed, and a sigh sounded,

"Recently, I heard that the young master of the Qin family recruited chivalry in Jinzhong, gathered talents, and had the potential to invigorate the Qin family. However, the martial arts and the government go their own way, Jinghe does not commit, Jing Wei is clear, the rules passed down by the old generation, there has never been a person who does not abide by them, the old man thinks that the young master of Qin has been under the knee of Naigong for a long time, and he must listen to it deeply, how can he not know these rules, where to go, presumably he also has a decision, why should you and I be worried,"

After hearing this, the group of heroes nodded one after another: "What Xia Lao said is very true, the holy decree can't be resisted, and then resign and hang the seal after receiving the knighthood, isn't it okay," "Yes, yes, yes, go through the motions, so that each other has face," "Isn't it, the Qin family is also a big banner in the martial arts, and it is impossible to break the pole without changing hands,"

Everyone was hotly discussed, and their eyes gathered again, but they saw Qin Juexiang smiling with his hands behind his back, and he didn't mean to express his attitude to his fellow martial artists.

Taiji Gate Chief "Push the Boat Along the River" Shi Benxiu walked out of the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, since ancient times, learn literature and martial arts, sell goods to the emperor's family, our martial arts people have dozens of cold and summer, and have learned a real skill, but it is not a loess to bury gold, throw it into the market to sell art, Qin Shaozhu contributed to the country, and was rewarded for his merits, so what's wrong,"

"Phew," someone in the west of the courtyard took a sip and scolded: "You Taijimen usually focus on the high-ranking officials and dignitaries, rely on weaving formulas, teaching flowers to live and spend time, and you are also worthy of calling yourself a martial arts person," "Exactly, if you don't sell your fists if you die, and if you starve to death, don't you still have face?"

Shi Benxiu's face turned cold, the sound of Hulala's footsteps sounded, and dozens of disciples flashed out of the crowd, gathered behind him and opened the frame to look, but the scolder was trapped in the crowd, and it was difficult to find it for a while.

But the heroes were stunned, but they didn't expect him to bring so many people,

"Everyone, don't be impatient, can you say a few fair words below?"

With the clear voice, Huo Qiuhai, the head of the gossip gate, stood up, this person was in his forties, his demeanor was calm, his physical appearance was majestic, everyone's eyes gathered on his face, and he was immediately frightened by his expression, and they all quieted down.

Huo Qiuhai said proudly: "Since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Four Princes have summoned thousands of guests, including assassins and martial artists, all of whom can be called the predecessors of the martial arts predecessors. The hero in the green forest road, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, a pair of sticks in his hand hit the world, the creation of Taizu long fist has been passed down to this day, and it has become a martial arts beauty, but since the death of the Yuan Dynasty, foreign people, Han people have been bullied, and the people of all over the country have secretly formed societies and contacted each other in order to make great things, so the rule that martial arts people cannot be officials has been passed down, all because the official is the official of the Tartars, not the official of my Han people, and now it has already changed the dynasty for many years, I am the Han people, but the martial arts are still in accordance with the old rules, and it is inevitable that some people are inadequate,"

Many people listened to it and felt that this was reasonable, Xia Zenghui slightly twisted his beard with his two fingers, and smiled faintly: "Huo Menchang, what you say, the old man doesn't dare to agree, martial arts is an ancestral artifact, and it was passed down in order to deal with foreign insults from thieves. Traitorous ministers and rebels, now the officialdom is dark, filthy officials are rampant, people who are officials, they have a different position in talking and doing things, even if they have a knife in their hands, can they still cut off their elbows, rules are rules, they can be passed on in the martial arts so far, and they have their own reasons.

Shi Benxiu laughed: "Old Xia chivalrous, it's not Shi who laughs at you, last year's yellow calendar, can you see it this year, since the fall of the Yan Party, the new emperor succeeded to the unification, the four major cabinet elders presided over the cabinet, and the government affairs have long been clear, how can you say so darkly, up to the emperor's relatives and relatives, down to the peddlers and pawns, as long as they violate the law and do evil, there is no one in Dongchang who does not dare to ask, if the old man really knows where there are evil officials and where there are grievances, when the master of Cao Dazhang was there just now, why don't you stop and shout injustice,"

A few Diancang disciples were furious when they heard this, and they pressed the hilt of the sword to step forward, but they were stopped by Xia Zenghui's horizontal arm, and he laughed: "According to the words of the head of the stone, Guo Dugong is the master of the Northern Emperor Renzong, and Dongchang is today's Kaifeng Mansion," said the old man who looked at the half-camel beside him and said: "Brother Bulu, it seems that our generation is indeed old, and he has not been able to walk around for a long time, and he doesn't even know such new things.

Huo Qiuhai recognized that the old man beside him was the Kunlun faction's old man, surnamed Yu, named Dengke, the word is not Lu, a pair of black bone whips in his hand forty years ago, there is no opponent in the rivers and lakes, just because he is not on good terms with the master and nephew of the head, he specially asked for an errand to stay in Beijing to retire, now although he is nearly eighty years old, his temper is still very hot, especially not to see the young man arrogant, with his identity and prestige, if he opens his mouth to speak for the Cang faction at this moment, then the form is very unfavorable to his own party,

Thinking of this, he hurriedly smiled and said: " Xia Laoxia's words can be said deeply, in the next thought, Shimen Chang has no other meaning, just on the matter, may be a little impulsive, the world is indeed as the predecessors said, there are always unsatisfactory, but relatively speaking, now under the rule of several elders, the world is always better than before, whether the martial arts people should be officials, maybe the younger generations speak lightly, and do not have the right to speak, but our Jingshi Hundred Swords League, under the leadership of the Zheng League, live in harmony with the government, mutual benefit and mutual benefit, and do a lot of things that are beneficial to the people's livelihood, the younger generations think, can not help but say, this is a good attempt, ”

The Hundred Swords League is sitting in the capital division, there are many powerful people, and the name is right, and now that the leader of the Zheng League is present again, who can not get along with him face to face, and the original support for Xia Zenghui among the heroes is also silent.

At this time, Yu Bulu lifted his eyelids full of wrinkles, smiled, and said in a dumb voice: "Well said, people are old, in fact, they are not necessarily right, the rules are old, and they may not always have to be followed, old, it is just a state, and it does not necessarily represent the truth,"

Huo Qiuhai arched his hand and said: "The philosophical thinking of the predecessors is open-minded,"

"Don't dare to be," Yu Bulu shrugged his half-hunched back, and squinted his eyes into a slit and slanted at it: "I just heard from the holy decree that the young master of Qin was appointed as an official, and it was the recommendation of this Chang Shaojian, Shaojian was originally the Qin family's humerus, and he was also a person in the martial arts, and now he is a prince, and he can help the old master, and he will not forget the old kindness, which is really rare,"

Chang Sihao listened to his hoarse voice, as if he had been suffering from asthma for many years, and spoke slowly and logically, as if he was one minute faster, and his breath was about to be interrupted, which made people feel a kind of dryness in his heart, and the words seemed to be praise, but there were vague hooks and hints, and the words were pointed to the west, like a trap thrown over, the Qin family was not his own old master, but entangled here will inevitably lead to ungrateful judgments, if you answer at this time that it is right to do all this, it will confirm the content of the holy decree, but if you justify that the absolute sound is not out of your own recommendation, it will inevitably cause more controversy and confusion,

He hesitated and his eyes suddenly certain, thinking that he was really living more and more dead, looking forward and backward in case of trouble, Cao Xiangfei, who was not as good as the dog-headed bird-eyed, looked up to the sky and laughed at the moment: "Hahaha, the seniors are lifted, in this brain is very rough, I can't figure out what officialdom, rivers and lakes, martial arts, I know how to make friends, quite brothers, knives and knives, and I have made a lot of efforts when defending the city, if he didn't sneak into the enemy camp at night to explore the military situation, the battle would not be so happy, this reward is what he deserves, to be honest, what officialdom, Wulin, teach you to distinguish so clearly, in my surname Chang looks the same, when our grandfather was cutting tartars in the city, there were only the brothers of the Qin family and the guards of Datong around him, I have seen women who carry stones with their hair in their mouths and stones, and I have also seen children with slingshots on their waists, but I didn't see which leader came to rescue, let alone which martial arts people present helped in the past, old man, Chang Sihao is a muddy person, he may not like to hear what he says, don't blame you,"

Jianghu people have always been righteous and righteous, heroic self-promise, family and country affairs are more often in the arms, Chang Sihao's words are not intense, the heroes heard it, but it was like a sword inserted into the heart, and the face changed color.