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Chapter 273 The White Robe Army Can Set the Country!

Chapter 291 The White Robe Army Can Set the Country!
"There are so many peppers, why are you not afraid of being too hot?" Xia Shiqing said with a tingling scalp.

Looking at the layer of pepper in Su Pingan's bowl, Xia Shiqing could feel the smell of pepper in the air now.

"I like spicy food very much. Without chili, I always feel that something is missing when I eat." Su Ping'an said.

"When I was at home, I didn't see that you could eat spicy food so well." Xia Shi said calmly.

At home, because she can't eat spicy food, Li Ma basically doesn't put chili.

Su Ping'an ate the same food as they did, Xia Shiqing also saw Su Ping'an eating with relish.

Su Pingan smiled and said, "Honey, it's because you don't like spicy food, so I ate it according to your taste."

Su Pingan likes spicy food very much. No matter how good Li Ma's cooking skills are, but without chili, Su Pingan still feels that something is missing when eating, but because Xia Shiqing doesn't like spicy food, so he suits her taste , have been eating until now.

If you like someone, you can change your preferences for her.

Su Ping'an likes her, so he can change everything for her.

It's just that Su Ping'an was making these changes silently, and didn't let Xia Shiqing know on purpose.

He likes her and he changes for her. This is what should be done and taken for granted, so Su Ping'an feels that there is no need to deliberately let Xia Shiqing know.

As long as the time is long enough and persists long enough, one day, she will see and know.

Similarly, there may be a slight touch of emotion.

Xia Shiqing let out a soft oh, but didn't speak.

She took her box of Mala Tang and ate it slowly, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the afternoon, Su Pingan held an umbrella and left Yaxuan International.

Passing through a dense forest alley, Su Ping'an leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and then held an umbrella to smoke.

He narrowed his eyes and exhaled a smoke ring.

At this time, a person walked to Su Ping'an's side.

"Son!"

The man bent down, ninety degrees, and bent to the end, a very standard set of etiquette.

This is a slave ritual, which has been eliminated in China for nearly a hundred years.

This kind of etiquette can only be seen in the strict Manchu Qing period a hundred years ago.

Generally, this kind of salute is only performed when saluting to officials above the third rank.

This kind of ceremony is only done to the most honorable people.

The person who saluted was none other than Su Xi.

Su Pingan nodded lightly.

Su Huan got up and stood beside Su Ping'an.

He stood very straight, and the rain pouring down from the sky did not bend his spine at all.

Su Pingan threw away the cigarette butt after smoking.

He got up and walked towards the alley ahead.

Su Xun leaned forward and followed closely behind him.

Not far or near, exactly three feet three.

The gift of the master and servant is three feet three, and I am willing to drink two, two, three of sake!
The romantic son was once a young man, how many times he died before the rivers and lakes

In this life, Su Xi only drew his sword for one person, and conquered the world for one person!

After walking through a Pingshi Lane, we came to Wusheng Street.

Su Pingan held an umbrella and came to the statue of Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng is Guan Yu.

Legend has it that Guan Yu once helped the people expel bandits here, so after Guan Yu left, the people in this street changed this street into Guan Yu Street in gratitude for Guan Yu's life-saving grace. It was changed to Wusheng Street.

There are two sages of civil and military in China, Confucius the sage of literature and Guan Yu the sage of martial arts.

Scholars worship Confucius, and Jianghu people worship Guan Yu.

Holding an umbrella, Su Pingan stood in front of the statue of Wu Sheng, looking at the imposing second master Guan who was holding the Qinglong Yanyue Saber.

He smiled slightly and said, "A literati should be given the posthumous posthumous posthumous name Wenzheng, so what about a martial artist? During your lifetime, Second Lord Guan was so powerful that you shocked the world and frightened the heroes. After your death, didn't you get a bad posthumous posthumous title from the emperor?"

After Guan Yu's death, he was given the posthumous title of Zhuang Miaohou by Liu Chan, the empress of Shu.

According to the posthumous posthumous law at that time, Wu Busui was called Zhuang, and Bude Zhiyi was called Mu.The so-called martial arts without success means that there are martial arts but no merits, and there is no ability to do anything; the name and the reality are good, but it is hard to live up to the reputation.

This is a veritable posthumous posthumous title.

In ancient times, the posthumous posthumous posthumous title of a court official when he died often represented the achievements of this person in life, good or bad.

Posthumous titles can be divided into good and bad, as well as high and low.

Literati are the highest in writing.

As a civil servant, he is all proud of posthumous title Wenzheng after death.

However, Wenzheng, how could he be so good at posthumous posthumous titles.

If an official of the literati cannot be the chief assistant of the dynasty, or the prime minister of the dynasty, then there is no Wenzheng to speak of.

And even if one gets the position of being under one person and above ten thousand people, whether one can be posthumously depends on one's merit.

In the history of China, there are only a few people with the posthumous title of Wenzheng.

The literati are proud of the posthumous title Wenzheng, and the warriors are proud of the posthumous posthumous title of Wuzhong.

But these two, China's 2000-year history, how many people have received such beautiful posthumous titles.

Su Pingan stood with an umbrella and looked at the statue of Wu Sheng for a long time.

After an hour, footsteps sounded on the street.

At this moment, dozens of young people in white clothes walked up to Su Ping'an.

They looked at Su Ping'an standing in front of the statue of the Martial Saint, and there was unconcealable excitement in their eyes.

The man standing in front of them is their god, their faith.

Su Huan raised her head and walked to Su Ping'an's side.

He bent down and said in a low voice, "My lord, here we come!"

Su Pingan nodded, then turned around.

He looked at the dozens of white clothes on Wusheng Street, but did not speak.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky is solemn and the rain is heavy.

"Where are the eight hundred white robes now?"

The corner of his mouth showed a wild and cold arc.

He lowered his head and asked.

"Eight hundred white robes are still here today!"

boom!boom!boom!
The 36 white-clothed youths standing in front of him all replied after hearing Su Ping'an's words.

After answering, the 36 people did not hesitate at all, and all knelt down in unison.

"White-robed army, I have met the young commander!"

"White-robed army, I have met the young commander!"

"White-robed army, I have met the young commander!"

"The dark front and cold light are still there today, and thousands of troops and horses avoid white robes!"

"Where is the dark front?" Su Ping'an asked coldly.

"Dark Front is here, here, here, here!"

The cold light rises, and the dark front rises.

36 The swords of the dark front that shone coldly were raised from their hands.

"Excuse me, can 36 dark fronts and 36 white robes be able to stabilize the country?" Su Pingan asked coldly.

"Back to the young marshal, 36 white robes, you can set the world!"

"The white robe is here, and the country is here!"

Su Pingan smiled evilly when he heard the words.

There was an aura of arrogance emerging from him.

At this time, Su Ping'an became evil and awe-inspiring.

He is like a monarch, like an emperor.

He put away the umbrella and let the rain pour down.

He said with arrogance that looked down on the world: "White Robe Army, follow me to make another return to Jiangshan!"

……

　The plot is getting better and better, and it is beginning to turn to a climax.

　　Su Ping'an's power began to show up little by little.

　　The shadow and cold light are still there today, thousands of troops avoid white robes!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)