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Longtu's eyes widened, and he clapped his big fan-like hand, knocking Mosang to the ground, shattering the blue bricks.

"Don't hit, don't hit..." Mo Sang repeatedly begged for mercy, aggrieved:

"Father, I am now a member of the imperial army, so many subordinates are watching, please save me some face."

"What face are you saving!" Long Tu stared, and said in a low voice:

"I beat you in front of your people, what's the problem?"

"No problem, no problem..." Mo Sang was kind and thoughtful, muttering in his heart: Dad, you are a rough guy.

Long Tu glanced at the guards who were closely watching the movement in the distance, smiled and pointed at the guards, his expression softened slightly, and said:

"How big is Baihu?"

Mo Sang came to the spirit all of a sudden, showing off:

"Hundred households are the sixth rank, with 120 troops in command. It is hereditary. Dad, do you know what is hereditary? You can inherit it even if I die... Ah no, no, it's me who died, I Sons can inherit.

"I'm going out now, and ordinary people will have to call me a military master or an adult when they see me.

"The high officials in the imperial court have to respect me when they see me. I am a person who has shed blood for Dafeng, and I am a direct line of His Majesty. No one dares to offend me."

He held his head up, his face full of pride.

That expression and posture, like a promising son showing off to his father, expecting to be praised.

But Longtu just snorted:

"One day I can't get along anymore, remember to come back to farm and hunt."

After speaking, he turned and left with his precious daughter Lina.

Mo Sang pouted, turned around and shouted at the guards:

"What are you looking at, a bunch of bastards."

After walking for a certain distance, Longtu stopped, looked back at the vaguely outlined south gate, and remained silent.

Lina glanced at her father carefully, and saw rare tenderness and relief in the eyes of this rough and reckless man.

..........

In the sunny afternoon, autumn is dry.

In a certain Goulan in the inner city, Song Tingfeng, who was wearing a silver gong uniform, held a jug in his hand and slapped the railing with the other hand, echoing the music from the stage on the first floor.

Zhu Guangxiao was as dull as ever, drinking and eating on his own, occasionally groping around the beauties who served him.

On the opposite side of him was Xu Yuanhuai with the same stern expression, like a block of ice. Perhaps the guest's demeanor was too indifferent, and the woman serving him was a bit reserved.

"Beauty, don't be so restrained!" Song Tingfeng came back to his senses, put his arms around his "waiter", and said with a smile:

"After entering the room and going to bed, you will know how crazy he is."

Xu Yuanhuai had long been used to Song Tingfeng's temper, and continued to drink without expression.

Song Tingfeng shook his head and sighed:

"No fun!

"Two stuffy jars! It's better when Ning Yan is around. I haven't learned marksmanship with him for a long time. Yuan Huai, you don't look like him at all."

Xu Yuanhuai still ignored him.

Song Tingfeng said again:

"You are also at the age to marry a wife. Has your family found a matchmaker for you?"

Xu Yuanhuai shook his head:

"The house is messy enough. My mother is worried that the sisters-in-law will fight every day. I don't want to marry another wife to cause trouble for her. Let's talk about it in a few years."

And it's fine now.

Xu Yuanhuai put down his wine glass, picked up the woman beside him, and went into the back room.

Song Tingfeng squinted his eyes, slightly drunk, and continued listening to the song.

Peace and prosperity, very good.

...........

"Huaiqing year, the third day of September, frost dew.

I can't help but want to write a diary again. For me, my friends, and the people of the Central Plains, this is probably the last calm before the storm.

When the catastrophe comes, all the living beings in Kyushu will be sacrificed and become super sacrifices to replace the way of heaven.

But before that, I can use my hand pen to record bits and pieces about them.Well, I made myself a charcoal pencil to improve my writing speed, unfortunately, even with the charcoal pencil, my handwriting is still ugly.

The migration of the Gu tribe has been completed. They temporarily live in the market town of Guanshi. They have food and supplies provided by the imperial court, including food and lodging.

Well, during this visit to the Gu Clan, I had several in-depth exchanges with Luan Yu by the way.She proposed to be my concubine and followed me back to the capital.

What a stupid woman, wouldn't it be nice to be the boss of the Love Gu Department? There are fox spirits, Luo Yuheng, empresses, and flying swallows in the capital. The water is too deep for her to grasp.

She just needs to hold onto the future. "

"Huaiqing year, the fifth day of September.

The luck of the northern border was plundered by the witches and gods, and the monsters and barbarians were wiped out, and the remnants entered Chuzhou and became part of Dafeng.

The Nine-Tailed Fox should have already sailed with the descendants of the gods and demons, and all affairs have been dealt with, only waiting for the catastrophe to come.

Lingyin has been promoted to the seventh rank, and Longtu entrusted me to take her to the southern border to absorb the energy and blood of the Gu God. This talent is too scary. Give her another ten years, and there will be no such thing as me, a half-step Martial God.

Apart from me, the most talented person in the Xu family is Lingyin, followed by Lingyue.

A few days ago, Lingyue officially became a monk, worshiped in Lingbao Temple, and became the direct disciple of Zhenren Banyue.Lingyue has a very high talent for cultivating Taoism, and it is a good choice to worship Lingbao Temple, it is better than marrying and having children, and being a little young woman in a deep boudoir.

Because of this incident, my aunt almost threw herself into a well to coerce Lingyue to change her mind, but it didn't work.

It's understandable that the aunt's mentality is bursting, because Erlang and Wang Simu's marriage has been postponed. In Erlang's words, how can a super-quality immortal get married!

The catastrophe was approaching, and he had no intention of getting married. After all, if the catastrophe could not be overcome by the catastrophe, everyone would die, and getting married would be meaningless.

But my aunt still thought that Erlang would get married early, so that she could repay her grandchildren. After all, the eldest daughter became a nun and became a female crown.