Lu Hanqiang looked at Wang Qi, got off the little red horse sadly, pulled him up, and then hugged him tightly: "I will remember my brother, but we are even more men, and the promise must be fulfilled, now, Nanheng Mountain is in front of you, Qi Fei is not far away, you choose, whether to stay and follow me, or go back and continue to follow your old master."
When he said this, Lu Hanqiang's eyes were full of anticipation.
He hoped that the brother would choose to stay.
This is indeed a difficult choice, in Wang Qi's experience, and Lu Hanqiang's group of flesh-and-blood brothers fighting side by side, he has long forgotten his original task, has long forgotten his original origin, he has been enjoying the warmth of the brothers blocking the enemy's sword for each other, enjoying the heroism of blocking the sword for his brother, in fact, the southern and northern wars, in the water and fire, he has long integrated himself into this collective team, in fact, he has long regarded himself as a member of this group of brothers, at this time, Memories are the most painful thing for him.
After a long time, Wang Qi broke free from Lu Hanqiang's embrace, took a step back, and said with a firm expression: "Dongjia, my lord, you are a good official, you can follow you in this life to fight for the honor and disgrace of the people in this world, the seventh is really enough, I want to leave you and return to the side of the big boss Qi Fei, because I swore in front of the second master Guan that I will never abandon the big boss, you and the big boss Qi Fei are people I admire in this world."
Then he shook his head painfully: "Heavenly injustice, which could have been used as a brother who supported each other, has become the enemy of the times, and Heavenly is unfair." ” Lu Hanqiang was disappointed to see him shouting and crying, his disappointment was not Wang Qi's people, but his disappointment in his choice.
Lu Hanqiang knew what kind of person Wang Qi was, so he said in a deep voice: "Brother, I will keep your thousand households for you, and I will keep them for you forever." ” Wang Qi arched his hand at Lu Hanqiang: "No need, as long as Qi Fei's big boss doesn't accept Zhao'an for a day, I will be a thief for a day."
Then he flew on his horse, and went away, but as he rushed out, there was a hoarse and desolate cry in the mountains.
"The mountains are high, the mountains are deep, it is difficult for our poor people to turn over, I hate this God, I am blind, why is it so oppressive to our miserable people, the mountains are high, the mountains are deep, how can we poor people be difficult to turn over, if I have the power to break the sky, I will turn this day over."
Looking at Sensen Nanheng Mountain, listening to the desolate Xintianyou, Lu Hanqiang's heart is sad, sad for a world that can make Xiucai rebel, sad for a brother's parting, and although he has changed a little, but the achievements are so minimal, thinking about the experience before and after, a feeling of powerlessness permeates his heart.
Turning around, looking at the dull and painful appearance of a group of brothers shouting and killing behind him, he reluctantly climbed onto the little red horse and continued to slowly go south, no matter what, the road still has to go, and it must go.
The drought still continues, the road is still withering, it's May, there is no sign of cultivation on the roadside land, a is still inevitable, what Lu Hanqiang did in other places, nothing appears, but as soon as he stepped into the original Pinglu County, as soon as he stepped into the current Pinglu Prefecture, it seemed that everything had changed.
The houses have become neat, the roads have become smooth, and it is difficult for the displaced people to see, although the same drought, but along the land along the river there are already hundreds of people sweating like rain to carry water to fight the drought, sowing seeds, and the faces of the people are ruddy, and the spirit is very vigorous, and at night, you can see the villages, or neat, or tattered roofs, all have cooking smoke rising.
In this era, under the devastation of the drought for three consecutive years, there are very few villages and towns that can raise cooking smoke, and even fewer villages and towns can raise such dense cooking smoke, but in Pinglu, it is very normal, although the people's pot is still less rice and more wild vegetables, but after all, there can still be a mouthful of half-hungry and half-full food, so that the people are content, this is our Han people, the most tenacious and the easiest to satisfy.
Entered the pass of Zhongtiao Mountain, on the site of the original small oblique pass, greeted Lu Hanqiang is a strict fortress, the fortress is a big flag with a hula is flying in the wind, bright as blood under the Western Ocean, the gate of the fortress is closed, the fortress is familiar with the red tassels of the spear flying, their own people and horses have just arrived at the place of two arrows of the fortress, a huge arrow flies, is tied in front of Lu Hanqiang's horse, the little red horse stumbling and almost kneeling on the ground.
Lu Hanqiang laughed, pushed away a group of brothers who laughed and scolded loudly at the city, and shouted at the city: "Which brother is the city, I, Pinglu people, Lu Hanqiang is home, please switch and let go." ” As soon as he heard that it was Lu Hanqiang's men and horses, there was silence on the head of the city, and then there was an earth-shattering cheer, all the flags began to shake, all the swords and guns began to wave, the city gate suddenly opened, and a group of people ran like that, cheering and rushing out.
Lu Hanqiang hurriedly dismounted and ran towards the opposite side, only to see that the one who was running in front was the seventy-year-old old Zhenfu, who ran a few steps, grabbed the old man who was panting and bellows, stroked his back, and let him pant hard, looking at the Pinglu brothers who were around him holding knives and guns and cheering, the corners of Lu Hanqiang's eyes were always moist.
Lao Zhen straightened his waist, grabbed Lu Hanqiang's hand, his lips trembled, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he knew how to say a word: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."
And then he kept looking around.
Lu Hanqiang knew who he was looking at, so he smiled and said: "Zihan is now in my hometown in Linfen, and it seems that he is a little unwell, so he didn't let him come, hehe, hehe." ” The old town was even more pleased, and then continued to look around.
"The little fat man and Ruyun are tired of being together now, the little fat man has become a Sven person, Ruyun has become a lady for everyone, and the lady can't be a lady anymore."
So I remembered that the little fat man was screaming every day by a lady who couldn't be a lady anymore, and he would be screaming with his ears twisted for a while, and he would be in a terrible situation with the sword on his neck, and he laughed very happily.
It seems that the old townsman is also happy to imagine the appearance of the two little ones, and laughs happily.
"Master Overseer, please come inside and talk."
Lao Zhen took Lu Hanqiang's hand and dragged it into the small slanted pass.
Lu Hanqiang shook his head as he walked: "Don't mention the word supervisor in the future, just call me a kid, now I am an unofficial and a light body, just a cloth dress."
Regarding Lu Hanqiang's correction, the old town government was noncommittal, and the brothers in the small slash around him were still grinning and shouting when they were talking to Lu Hanqiang. t1706231537: