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the outside of the temple, Cao Xiangfei made a gesture, the whistle on the wall sounded, and the crossbowmen were also withdrawn, he turned his face sideways and smiled at Qin Juexiang: "Congratulations, congratulations, in the future, Xiao Qin Ye will do things in Nanzhen Fusi, we will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 more," Qin Juexiang said with a smile: "Brother is in Jingdong Xinhui next Yunhua Building [Xianmo: Useful intentions, this is a quotation, and the text will be approved later], just set up a banquet to celebrate, yes, don't go anywhere today, come and give the little brother a show, 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 recognize him as the predecessor of the Diancang faction, surnamed Xia, named Zenghui, known as "Eight Pincers [Xianmo: Crab Sheng Two Pincers, Rampant and domineering, what kind of Eight Pincers are going to be horizontal,]", the palm kung fu is very good [Xianmo: You can know that you are good at poking (backbone) patting (small characters),], there is also some prestige in the rivers and lakes, so they stretched out their arms and said in a whisper: "Be quiet, listen to the old Xia chivalrous guest,"

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, friends on the rivers and lakes mentioned it, all admire his old man's iron heart, arrogant bones, his people and their deeds, can be called martial arts Zongfan, you say, yes and no, [Xianmo: old rivers and lakes, black people will be the first,]"

"Not bad," "Exactly,"

Xia Zenghui shook his head: "Alas, the sky is not blessed, the hero falls to the ground, the heroic man dies, and the blood stains Datong [Xianmo: The tone of the old-fashioned people, the speech is catchy], the huge Qin family, only children, grandchildren, women and children, how to support, every time the old man talks about this matter with someone, 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 handed down by the old generation, there has never been anyone who does not abide by them, the old man thinks that Qin Shaozhu 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 about it, [Xianmo: Be measured, and speak thoroughly, this is the ability,]"

After hearing this, the group of heroes nodded one after another: "What Xia Lao said is very true, the holy decree cannot be resisted, and then resign after receiving the knight and hang the seal, isn't it okay, [Xianmo: This kind of thing is very different]" "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 fold 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, relying on weaving formulas and teaching flowers to spend time [Xianmo: Knowing that the other party has no ability, he dares to spit, otherwise why don't he smack Qin Juexiang,], and he is also worthy of calling himself a martial arts person," "Exactly, if you don't sell your fists when you die, if you don't sell your art when you starve to death, do you still have face," [Xianmo: You can know that martial arts and rivers and lakes are two different things, "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes", but there may not be martial arts,]

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 of the green forest road, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, a pair of sticks in his hand hit all over the world, the creation of Taizu long fist has been passed down to this day, and it has become a martial arts talk, but since the death of the Yuan Dynasty, foreign rulers, Han people have been bullied, and the benevolent chivalrous people around the country have secretly formed societies to contact each other in order to make great things, so the rule that martial arts people cannot be officials is 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. Xian Mo: Historical Facts]"

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 dark [Xianmo: Take five cents well, drought and flood to ensure harvest], 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 grievances, when Cao Dazhang was there just now, why don't you stop and shout grievances [Xianmo: Wonderful],"

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 old man of the Kunlun faction, 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 of the family, he specially asked for an errand to stay in Beijing to retire, and now although he is nearly eighty years old [Xian Mo: Therefore, the word "耋" was used before, because the author thought that the word "old enough", his temper was still very violent, especially when he saw the young man arrogant, with his identity and prestige, if he opened his mouth to speak for the Cang faction at this moment, then the form would be very unfavorable to his own party,

Thinking of this, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Old Xia Xia's words can be said deeply, I think that the Shimen chief has no other meaning, just talking about things, maybe the tone is a little impulsive, the world is indeed as the predecessors said, there are always unsatisfactory places, 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 are light-hearted, and they don't have the right to speak, but our Jingshi Hundred Swords League [Xianmo: Miaozai, worthy of being the head of ghost gossip, turn harmoniously and naturally] , under the leadership of Zheng Meng, he lived in harmony with the government, helped each other and did many things that were beneficial to the people's livelihood, and the younger generation thought that it was a good attempt to say,"

The Hundred Swords League sits in the capital division, there are many powerful people, and the name is right, and now that the master of the Zheng League is present again, who can not get along with it face to face, and the original support for Xia Zenghui among the heroes is also silent, [Xianmo: The Hundred Swords League does not fall, it is a big foundation and strong strength, how can there be no complaints in the martial arts, Huo Qiuhai's words are the right introduction, and the rest of the people are attacking the absolute sound, it is a side attack,]

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, [Xianmo: Life is full of such situations]

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 divide so clearly, in my surname Chang looks the same, when our grandfather was chopping 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 the 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 listen to what he says, don't blame you," [ Xian Mo: Black Silk Lova is mighty, not scolding, but a thousand times more ruthless than scolding, it's really black out of her brain,]

Jianghu people have always been righteous and righteous, heroic self-promise [Xian Mo: The magic is in the word self-promise, pushing, holding, and lifting are nothing, self-being a hero is the most ridiculous, black ruthless, black well,], the affairs of the family and the country are more often hung 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,