Zhang Mansion, ancestral hall.

Amid the faint smoke, Zhang Chu stood in front of the altar table with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the three rows of memorial tablets on the altar table.

The ones at the top are those of his mother, Zhang, and his father, Zhang Ruming, whom he had only seen in Zhang Chu's memory.

Next, there are the spiritual tablets of his brother Zhang Jun, who he has only seen in Zhang Chu's memory, Wu Qianyuan's spiritual tablet, Da Xiong's spiritual tablet, Dazhu'er's spiritual tablet, and his brother who has never been able to see this colorful world.

children...

Once upon a time, Li Zheng's spiritual tablet was also placed here.

It wasn't until Li Youniang learned that Li Zheng was still alive that his tomb was removed from here.

In the past, he would come here every now and then to offer them a stick of incense.

When he was in a bad mood, or when he encountered something difficult to make, he would come here and talk to them.

But as he stood here today, he couldn't remember the last time he came here.

He didn't know it was because he was too busy.

Or subconsciously, I don’t want to see these spiritual figures that would touch the scene and hurt my feelings.

Or maybe, these people have been gone for a long time, and some things have faded?

In short, he just couldn't remember why he hadn't come here to spend time with these people.

This ancestral hall has always not allowed the servants of the government to enter.

He used to come occasionally to clean.

If he doesn't come, Zhiqiu will come.

If autumn doesn't come, Li Youniang will come too.

Recently, he hasn't come.

Zhiqiu might have been caught up in Xiao Taiping and forgot to come.

Li Zheng's spiritual throne was removed from here, and Li Youniang was naturally not as concerned as before.

It's all covered in dust...

No matter how deep the friendship is, it cannot compete with time?

Mule walked into the ancestral hall quietly, glanced at Zhang Chu's back embedded in the statues of the deceased, felt inexplicably sad, and hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Master Chu, the complaints of those people have been sorted out."

Zhang Chu didn't ask questions. He spoke softly, but his voice was a little hoarse: "How many people did Li Zheng kill?"

The mule replied somewhat heavily: "Six hundred and eighty-nine!"

Zhang Chu was silent for a moment and asked, "Are the Yanbei Nangong family members here?"

Mule thought back for a moment inexplicably and replied: "Never..."

Zhang Chu was speechless for a long time.

He didn't speak.

A mule can only be beaten like this.

After a while, Mule finally heard his elder brother say: "Mule? Can you teach me how to do it well?"

Brother's voice sounds so tired.

Back then, the elder brother who defended the city of Jintian Mansion fought fiercely on the city wall for three days and three nights, but he was never so tired.

The mule sighed, and his voice could not help but deepen: "How am I qualified to teach you what to do..."

There was another moment of silence.

After a long time, Zhang Chucai spoke again: "Send someone to ask Li Zheng to come see me!"

When Mule heard this, his heart suddenly felt relaxed. Under the relaxation, it became heavier and heavier.

It's easy, it's easy. Brother Zheng still has some room for him after all.

As long as Brother Zheng receives the letter, even if he doesn't come to see him, as long as he stops his hand, there will be room for maneuver to reduce the big deal to a trivial matter.

Heavy? But it was Li Zheng's reaction that was heavy.

This Li Zheng now feels strange to him too. He is not sure what Li Zheng's reaction will be when he receives the letter from his eldest brother.

If Li Zheng doesn't give up after receiving the letter from his elder brother...this matter will really be impossible to deal with!

Brother treated that guy with utmost kindness...

"I'll do it right away!"

The mule bowed his head and said in a deep voice.

"Mule."

Zhang Chu stopped the mule.

The mule clasped his hands and said, "Do you have any other instructions?"

Zhang Chu still didn't look back, but said in a low voice: "Don't go this time. Li Zheng is no longer our brother..."

When the mule heard this, he couldn't help but glance at his back.

He only replied "yes".

But as smart as he is, he already knows the seriousness of the matter from Zhang Chu's words.

I also know how Zhang Chu views Li Zheng today.

The mule clasped his hands and left, but then heard his elder brother say: "They are all here, let's put some incense sticks on them before we leave..."

Mule was stunned for a moment, and his eyes finally fell on those spiritual tablets.

A strong feeling of guilt came over me.

How long has it been since you came to offer incense to the old lady and Brother Bear?

Half a year?

One year?

Two years?

It's a waste of time that they took such good care of themselves...

He lowered his head, silently stepped forward and took out three sticks of incense from the altar, lit them, bowed solemnly three times, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Then he resigned again.

This time, the eldest brother didn't stop him again.

After he exited the ancestral hall, he turned back.

I saw the eldest brother standing in a faint smoke, his back as thick as night...

…

Five days later, Xiliang Prefecture.

A ray of black light passed through the green mountain forest and swept into the deep cave like lightning.

Sun Jian, who had been waiting for a long time under a dead leaf outside the cave, saw the cat. After waiting patiently for half an hour, he carefully climbed out of the dead leaf. He deliberately increased his pace and walked step by step to the front of the cave.

Stepping forward, he bowed and said: "To the Demon Lord, my subordinate 'Ghost' needs to see you for something!"

After a long time, a hoarse voice came from the cave: "What's the matter?"

As the saying goes, the cunning rabbit has three holes.

After the defeat in Wuqu County, Li Zheng could not return to Tianmo Palace.

This secret cave was a stronghold he had prepared in advance.

Only Sun Jian, who personally handled this matter, knew.

Sun Jian kept clasping his hands and whispered: "There is news from home... Master, please go back."

There was silence in the cave.

After a moment, Li Zheng's pale face slowly emerged from the darkness.

From a distance of three feet, Sun Jian could smell the overwhelming smell of blood on his body.

Someone else's.

He also has his own.

A bone-deep arc-shaped gap stretched from his left shoulder blade to the bottom of his right chest, almost splitting his chest open. It is still like a baby's mouth, with blood trickling out.

Sun Jian only took one look and recognized that these were wounds caused by a scimitar, and he was suddenly shocked.

He knew that with his elder brother's strength, scars could easily scab over with just a snap of his fingers.

This gap is still oozing blood, which shows the strength of the person who left this wound!

In the three northern states of Yan, the only one who wields a scimitar is the leader of the alliance.
To be continued...