One bow!”

"Two bows!"

"Bow three times!"

"A filial son's gift!"

Sun Sier, who was exhausted, inserted the fragrance in his hand into the incense burner in front of the spiritual seat, and the two Liu brothers wearing mourning clothes on the right side of the mourning hall kowtowed and returned the greeting.

"Master Chu!"

Sun Sier helped up the two young men, bowed to Zhang Chu behind the Liu brothers, and whispered awkwardly: "Brother Zheng has something important to do, so he can't come to mourn the fifth master in person. I'll give him two.

The little one brought twenty dragon and tiger pills to comfort the fifth master in heaven!”

Since Li Zhengcheng appeared in Xiliangzhou, this guy has abandoned the position of the head of Xiliang Hall of the Beiping League and went to Li Zheng with great pleasure.

This guy knelt outside the Heavenly Demon Palace for three days and three nights before Li Zheng took him into the entrance wall.

Now he serves as the chief supervisor of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and his status in the Xiliang Wusheng Palace is somewhat similar to the complex of Liu and Hongyun.

He usually wears a black iron ghost mask to show people. Except for a few people such as Zhang Chu and Mule, no one knows that the powerful "ghost" in the Xiliang River and Lake is Sun Jian, the former leader of the Xiliang Hall of the Peking League.

Zhang Chu stroked the armrest of the seat and said softly: "There's nothing embarrassing. Although Li Zheng and I have separated, we are still a family. There is no difference between you and me and him."

He didn't blame Sun Sier.

He was a poor man in the Wutong tree back then. He had no meals after eating, and he couldn't hear the sound of copper coins in the whole year.

It was Li Zheng who gave him a bite of food, and it was Li Zheng who taught him how to grab the knife and how to cut people.

Without Li Zheng, there would be no Sun Jian today.

It is a good thing to be a person who drinks water and remembers the source of his or her source of kindness.

After hearing Zhang Chu say this, Liu, who was standing behind him, took out a black veil and handed it to Sun Sier.

Sun Sier took the black veil as if he had been pardoned, tied it to his right arm, and bowed to his body and walked into the crowd behind Zhang Chu.

Among the crowd, Mule, Zhang Meng, Niu Shisan and others were all listed.

These are all old brothers who worked under Zhang Chu when he was the leader of the Heihu Hall.

There are not many, less than thirty years old.

“A guest is here!”

The clerk outside the door sang loudly.

When Zhang Chu raised his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man with a sleeveless right arm, gray hair and a vicissitudes of face, and an old farmer, holding a pottery jar and leading two heroes into the door.

Before Zhang Chu could speak, Liu and Mule had already met him together: "Second brother."

The person who came was not Yu Er who sold mixed soup, so who was it?

When Yu Er saw Mule and Da Liu, he turned his head again and swept over everyone behind Zhang Chu. A wide smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life: "Everyone is here!"

He is not as old as Liu Wu.

But when laughing, there is already a kindness that only older people have.

"Second brother, thank you for your hard work."

Da Liu reached out to pick up the pottery jar from Yu Er's arms.

Yu Er gave him the pottery jar, shook his head with a smile, "What's the hard work of the carriage... put it in the birthday coffin of Lord Liu."

Liu responded and didn't ask.

Yu Er led his two sons to the front of the spirit and took the incense from the mule.

He stood, his two sons kneeled.

"A bow."

"Two bows."

"Three bows."

"Family Reply."

Yu Er walked up to Zhang Chu and bowed and said, "Master Chu."

Zhang Chu looked at him up and down, and said expressionlessly: "Are you willing to come back?"

Yu Er smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The funeral of Lord Liu, you have to come no matter how you want."

Zhang Chu hummed softly and asked again: "What is the jar filled?"

Yu Er: "Tu, soil dug from the former site of Heihu Hall."

Zhang Chu: "You are intent. Next time I lie in the coffin, you can dig a jar of soil for me."

Yu Er responded with a smile: "You want to live a hundred years old. This soil can only be dug for Xiao Taiping."

Zhang Chu snorted again and said, "I'll come back if I don't come back. I'll stay for a while before leaving!"

Yu Er shook his head again: "Master Chu... My wife is still pointing at me to go back to manage my life earlier!"

When Zhang Chu heard this, he snorted hard, turning his face to stop looking at him.

There are one counts one among the other in the Peking League.

This guy dares to ignore his words.

He really has no choice but to deal with this guy.

This guy is also considered an alternative, desireless person.

At the right time, Liu came over with a black veil to rescue Yu Er. Zhang Meng, Sun Sier and others in the back also called out: "Second brother, stand here."

...

At the banquet that night.

Other visitors were arranged to be in major restaurants.

Only Zhang Chu and more than 20 old brothers from Heihu Hall were left sitting in the yard of the Liu family.

These people have been with Zhang Chu for so many years, and no matter how good his martial arts are, the most important thing is the incense master who is in charge of a county branch.

It is scattered in every corner of northwest Yan on weekdays, and it is rare to gather so together.

They are all old people who have followed Zhang Chu for so many years, and they are all familiar with his temperament.

As soon as they arrived at the table, none of them were polite to him and lined up to find him to drink.

Zhang Chu naturally refused everyone, and he would dry the bowl and blow the altar.

I don’t know whether these iron-headed kids want to get Zhang Chu drunk or themselves.

After three rounds of wine, Zhang Chu raised a jar of wine and stood up, and said loudly with a blurred look on his face: "Brothers, listen to me!"

When the brothers heard this, they put down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, quietly looking at Zhang Chu and their elder brother.

Zhang Chu held the jar of wine and his eyes slowly swept across the audience.

He can name everyone.

Remember when they followed themselves and what they did.

It's a pity.

There are many people he remembers, but they are no longer there.

Less than each year...

This is the so-called change of things and people.

Zhang Chu sighed lightly and said, "It's all old brothers. I won't say anything polite."

"In the past, I taught everyone that the brave ones will win when they meet on a narrow road."

"I have taught everyone that advances but not retreats, and that I am invincible."

"By this bloody nature..."

"We beat Wutong, overthrow the Xuanbei River and Lake, and fight Yanxi North..."

"From dozens of brothers, they beat hundreds, thousands!"

"From several streets, we will reach a city, a county, and a state!"

"Now, we have territories of 14 counties and more than 100 counties!"

"Nearly fifty thousand brothers!"

"Now we stomp our feet, and the whole Xuanbeizhou will have to shake three times!"

"No one dares to underestimate us men!"

"Today, I want to teach you another reason."

"This truth is that the son of a thousand gold is not in the hall!"
To be continued...