Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

After a long silence, the wick suddenly made a crisp sound.

Zhang Julu glanced at the flickering lights and said softly: "You are indeed the most like me.

It's a pity that you are my son, Zhang Julu.

It's me... I'm sorry for you. "

Zhang Bianguan had no strength to even stand at this time, and slumped down on the chair, looking at Zhang Julu with eyes full of anger.

One leaf knows autumn.

At this moment, Zhang Bianguan finally understood why his father did not choose to marry those wealthy families and only allowed his brothers to marry women from small families.

In the final analysis, it was just so that the emperor could act without any scruples and be able to behead the Zhang family with confidence and boldness!

"I'm sorry?" Zhang Bianguan said in a trembling voice: "Three words you said so lightly can cause dozens of heads to fall to the ground!

Dad, why? "

Hearing this title that he had not heard for a long time, Zhang Julu's eyes flashed with an inexplicable look.

He exhaled softly, and then said slowly: "There are many reasons.

But the most important thing is to lay a foundation for future generations for thousands of years.

I want to put a yoke on the officials of the world.

Whether you are a nobleman from a poor family or a wealthy nobleman, you should take a good look at it.

As long as you dare to act recklessly, compete with the people for profit, take bribes and bend the law.

Even if you are as powerful as me, Zhang Julu, you still have to die. "

Zhang Bianguan's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and after a long time he said softly: "So...are you going to use dozens of lives of the Zhang family as stepping stones for that thousand-year foundation?"

Zhang Julu looked calm and neither admitted nor denied.

But it was this ambiguous attitude that made Zhang Bianguan completely give up.

His face turned pale, and his body swayed slightly as if he had lost his soul. He became unsteady and sat heavily on the ground.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed wildly, pointed at Zhang Julu and said: "What a person who has risked his life to get involved.

What a role model for all time!

If future generations don’t write a book or biography for you, I will be the first one not to agree! "

As Zhang Bianguan spoke, he pressed the table fiercely, stood up with difficulty, stared at Zhang Julu with red eyes, pointed at his head and said word by word: "Father and son, the ruler and his minister, follow the ethics of the rule of law.

If you want your son's life, your son must give it to you.

I have only one request.

Don't bring the autumn frost.

As long as you agree, my son will offer this head with both hands to be your teacher forever! "

Zhang Julu didn't speak, he just looked at Zhang Bianguan's eyes that were exactly the same as his own, and his eyes were in a trance again.

Before I knew it, my son had grown so big.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open.

Qiu Shuang walked in carefully with her head covered with snow, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's snowing outside again, and many shops have closed early.

I bought some random things without knowing..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

The tense posture of the two made Qiu Shuang freeze in place, not daring to move.

Seeing Qiu Shuang's return, the father and son stopped their quarrel with a tacit understanding. Zhang Bianguan sat back on his seat and wiped his face, pretending to be calm and said: "Why are you standing there? Why have you been there for so long? I'm already hungry."

Qiu Shuang said softly and hurriedly walked into the kitchen. After a while, she walked out with plates of dishes, and soon the small table was filled.

As soon as the food was served, Zhang Bianguan started gobbling it up like no one else was watching, as if he wanted to eat all the meals for the rest of his life at once. His mouth was stuffed to the brim, but he still kept picking up the food.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Qiu Shuang said worriedly: "Zhang Shou... Dad is still here, so don't just eat too much."

Zhang Bianguan turned a deaf ear, rolled his eyes and scratched his neck, swallowed the dish with difficulty, let out a long belch, and then stretched out his hand to Qiu Shuang.

"liquor."

Qiu Shuang was stunned and quickly handed over the bamboo tube containing the wine.

Zhang Bianguan wiped his mouth carelessly, took off the lid, raised his head and drank.

In the blink of an eye, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt.

Seeing this, Zhang Julu also asked Qiu Shuang for a bottle of wine. He didn't even look at Zhang Bianguan, who kept coughing, and poured himself a glass slowly.

The father and son were drinking heavily, while the other was drinking slowly. In a moment, the bamboo tube in Zhang Bianguan's hand had reached the bottom. He glanced at Zhang Julu, who had just half of the wine in his glass, and said drunkenly.

"You've never been a drinker, you don't have to be.

I’m not sending you this farewell drink either.

Go home quickly, there is no place for you to live. "

Zhang Julu remained silent, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp under Qiu Shuang's embarrassed eyes, and then said softly: "I can't help you."

"You have already said this today, there is no need to repeat it again." Zhang Bianguan picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, saying vaguely: "At this point, it is meaningless to say this.

Your goal has been achieved, your son just obeys.

It's cold and the roads are slippery. You'd better go home early. "

"I met a person today." Zhang Julu looked at Zhang Bianguan and changed the topic: "He said that I can be a saint, but don't force others to be saints."

Zhang Bianguan laughed when he heard this, shook his head and said: "Who is so short-sighted and dares to reason in front of Zhang Shouxu?

What he said is suitable for those who like to point fingers, but not for you.

It is written in the book that those who discuss matters should be aware of the interests and interests while staying away from the matter.

You know better than anyone else which one is more important.

Compared to the rest of the world, we... are indeed light.

You won't change your mind just because of the other person's words, right?

How come I didn't know your ears were so soft? "

Zhang Julu ignored Zhang Bianguan's joke and continued: "Before he said this, I saw someone else?"

"Who?" Zhang Bian asked without raising his head.

"Zhao Kai."

The pork head on the chopsticks trembled slightly, but it still fell steadily into Zhang Bianguan's mouth.

He chewed for a long time and then said vaguely: "That poor guy.

Is he not dead yet? "

"Looking at it now, I can't die."

"Then his luck is really good, he is better than me." Zhang Bianguan laughed at himself, and glanced at Qiu Shuang, whose face was pale, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Zhang Julu looked at his son who had lost all energy, suddenly reached out his hand, and patted Zhang Bianguan's shoulder lightly in an extremely unskilled manner.

Under Zhang Bianguan's surprised gaze, Zhang Julu smiled and said, "Zhao Kai can survive, why can't you Zhang Bianguan survive?"

"father?!"

Zhang Julu's abnormal movements completely confused Zhang Bianguan.

"I have been trying to be like a saint all my life." Zhang Julu retracted his hand and his voice became gentler, "Cultivation of one's character, order of family, governance of the country, and peace of the world.

I consider myself to have achieved the ultimate in three of them.

Only for the aspect of "harmonizing the family", I haven't even touched the threshold.

When you were young, I was always very strict with you. If you don’t talk about your popularity, at least you can’t become a playboy who relies on power to do evil..."

"You did it." Zhang Bianguan said with complicated eyes: "We are all very honest now."

Zhang Julu was silent for a moment, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and then he said those words for the third time.

"I can't help you."