In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"Some things are loud, but it's just annoying." Xiang Liang looked at the two brothers and said seriously, "You can show off, but you can't be arrogant; you can be confident, but you can't be arrogant!"

"On the battlefield, you can roar loudly, but when you return to life, you must know how to be calm and silent. It is often a person's best weapon." Xiang Liang opened his hand, and the fly's body fell on the ground, with two wings on it. But it was already picked by him, and the flies had to crawl on the ground, "Just use your language when you need it."

Snapped.

Xiang Liang stepped on the fly, crushed it, and threw away the fly's wings.

"If you don't have the ability, you still scream, and as a result, you will naturally die."

"But in terms of my hope, even if you have the ability, I hope you can exercise restraint in your life." He turned his hands behind his back, "Our Xiang family has been a general in Chu for generations, and we are well acquainted with this. In a sense, speech is more wounding and killing than weapons, so you must not talk too much, talk too much, you will lose, let alone be proud, and arrogance will set yourself on fire."

"Yu has been taught."

"Ann has been taught."

The brothers bowed to Xiang Liang.

"You are my nephews, and now they are equivalent to my own sons. I don't know how my eldest brother took you to live outside the customs, but if I want to be responsible to you, I must ensure that your virtues are not lost."

"Doing martial arts is more important, and those who are virtuous will not be fearful or mighty." Xiang Liang patted the brothers on the shoulders and said earnestly, "You guys, do you understand?"

More than ten miles west of Pei, there is a mountain called Pang Mountain.

Pang Mountain is not high, only 400 meters high, but it is considered a rare mountain on this alluvial plain.

There is a village under Pang Mountain, named Zijia Village, which is the boundary of Sishui.

This village lives and works in peace and contentment all year round here, and it can be regarded as a paradise.

This village is rarely affected by war, and in the final analysis it is because the village has the custom of worshiping mountain gods.

Every June, you only need to kill pigs and cook sheep and put them in the Shanjun Temple on the top of the mountain, and the Shanjun in the mountain will shelter the village. In Zijia Village, it is already common sense.

It's just that something seems to have changed in this forest.

A cloud of black air just floated on the top of the mountain.

The mountains and forests have aura, and the aura nourishes the spirits.

The black air rose from the Zi family's ancestral grave and floated along the way, as if looking for something.

But it couldn't find it hard, and it seemed to be afraid.

Roar------! ! !

A roar that shocked the heavens and the earth came from the cave on the top of the mountain, and it seemed to be powerful, almost dispelling the black air.

The black qi was even more frightened, like a candle in the wind, floating dangerously, and was motionless because of fear.

"What kind of ghost is making trouble here!?"

With anger, the voice rushed out of the cave and stood on the ground, glaring at the black air.

It was a middle-aged man wearing black cloth shoes and wrapped in an orange-yellow black-patterned robe.

There is a temple not far from the middle-aged and the black gas.

A pair of characters are inscribed on both sides of the temple.

"Don't eat blood, eat good Shanjun."

"The most upright and true fairy."

"What do I say, it turned out to be just a little ghost born from spiritual energy and resentment." The middle-aged man was naturally the Shanjun who lived in the mountains, and years of cultivation had made him take a human form.

He patted away the monstrous black aura, Shan Jun turned his head and walked towards his cave, no longer paying attention.

It's just that he didn't even notice that there was an inconspicuous black aura wrapped around his cuff.

===Chapter 790 Chapter Two, Ahuashu===

"Ahem, that, two young masters, first of all, let me teach you to write your own names." Wu Ju sat on the top of the two with a serious expression.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An nodded together: "Mr. Lao is here."

Inside the house, Wu Ju had already started his own teaching. Outside the house, Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo stood outside the door listening to the brothers being taught, and nodded secretly.

"Second brother, you really care." Xiang Bo hugged his chest and sighed.

"This is my eldest brother's child after all, how can I not care?" Xiang Liang shook his head and walked towards his room, "Where's Liu Jinan?"

"He's waiting for you in the living room."

"...Let's meet." Xiang Liang nodded.

Liu Jinan is a wealthy businessman, and he can be regarded as the richest one in these eight townships except Xiang Liang. He is a good speculator.

Xiang Liang walked into the front hall and saw a rich man sitting on a chair.

The wealthy man was Liu Jinan. After seeing Xiang Liang, he quickly got up and said, "Long time no see, Mr. Xiang, long time no see."

"Long time no see, old Liu, this winter is not bad?" Although Liu Jinan likes to speculate, he is really good in communication, always pleasing to people. Xiang Liang still likes this chubby wealthy businessman.

"Damn, can this country be built without making money?" Liu Jinan smiled, "In order to let the people get through this second winter, the governors who just took office are all rushing to buy food, and I can earn this ticket. Quite a lot!"

His smile was a bit treacherous, causing Xiang Liang to frown involuntarily.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about your Chen Zhi rotten millet. I'm looking for you this time, because I want to ask you for something." Xiang Liang walked past Liu Jinan, sat on a chair, and looked up at him.

"Sir, you said, as long as it's your business, I, Lao Liu, will definitely do it for you!" Liu Jinan was quite clever, and didn't mention the matter of reselling grain to make a lot of money.

"Let Zishu come back. Isn't he a Confucian scholar? I have two nephews who need to learn some knowledge. He is the most learned among my disciples. I haven't come back after going out for more than half a year. It's time to come back and play a role. That's it." Xiang Liang said, holding the corner of the table.

"Is Zishu... OK, I probably know where he is. I'll help you with a message when I come back." Liu Jinan nodded like a dustpan, "Is there anything else?"

"No, you can rest assured about my affairs. I'll tell the county governor later that I won't hold you back." Xiang Liang nodded and waved his hand to signal Liu Jinan to go out quickly.

"Oh, okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Xiang! Then I'll retire, Old Liu!" Liu Jinan smiled and wanted to quit.

"Wait." Xiang Liang interrupted Liu Jinan's movements again.

"Hey? Master Xiang, do you have anything else to do? As long as you tell Lao Liu, I will definitely do it." Liu Jinan turned around again and patted his chest.

"I don't have anything else to say. I also know that you have a sense of proportion, that is..." Xiang Liang stood up, and his tall body made him look down on Liu Jinan.

He stretched out a finger and tapped Liu Jinan's chest: "Shangshang, you have to carry a steel scale in your heart. Don't lose your conscience. On that day, I can't protect you."

Liu Jinan couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and quickly nodded: "Well, that's necessary, my lord, I, Liu Jinan, have never done any business with a conscience. You don't know my old Liu..."

"Okay, it's better to ask yourself if you've done it before instead of giving me a guarantee here." Xiang Liang waved his hand, "Do what you need to do, just remember what I said."

"Oh, alright, alright..."

Liu Jinan exited Xiang's house and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

He has been in business for many years, and Qin Liqian has already started doing business. To survive in the cracks, he should have been fearless long ago.

But the pressure Xiang Liang put on him is really not that big.

It was the first time that he had dealt with such a person from a military commander background, and the sense of oppression was completely different from that of other people. However, Liu Jinan still wanted to continue doing business in Wuzhong, so he had no choice but to come and visit Wuzhong, who was in charge. things people.

Turning to look at the plaque of Xiang Zhai, Liu Jinan sighed and walked down the street.

Just a little... lower your food prices.

......

"Ashu, Ashu—"

Beside the small river outside Zijia Village, a little girl ran and shouted.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, she was very cute, and there was a trace of anxiety on her face.

"Sister Ah Hua, I'm here!"

Downstream of the river, a little boy stood up and waved to the little girl.

The little boy looked [-]% like the little girl and looked at the little girl suspiciously.

"Ashu! Why did you come here, grandpa is looking for you!" The little girl named Ahua looked at Ashu angrily.

"Ah? What is Grandpa looking for me for?" Ashu shuddered and shrank his neck. Could it be that he found out that I licked a mouthful of lard.

"I don't know, but it seems that Daddy came back from corvée!" Ah Hua smiled beautifully, "Let's go back quickly!"

"Hey? Dad is coming back!" Ah Shu's eyes lit up, "Dad has been out for a year now! He will definitely bring us something delicious when he comes back!"

"Definitely! Let's go back!"

The siblings trotted from the river, towards the village.

The sister and brother are twins, the elder sister is named Zijuan, the nickname is Ahua, the younger brother is called Zihuai, and the nickname is Ashu. They are children born and raised in this village.

Just as the two children walked on the front feet, someone came to the river on the back feet.

Dressed as a Confucian scholar, he leaned down, dipped a little of the river water with his fingers, and put it under his nose.

Flicking his sleeves, he frowned and looked at Pangshan.

"...Shanjun drinks water, but..."

"Um......"

He narrowed his eyes.

"It's weird."

Snapped!

He clapped his hands violently, his eyes glowed blue, and he let out a turbid breath.

"Let me make a divination and see the good fortune."

After fiddling for a long time, the scholar frowned and slapped his mouth.

"The weirdness in this..."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to get out in a short time, but..."

"Tsk, it's all my fault that I didn't study hard at the time, so I couldn't see anything clearly."

He stamped his feet.

"All in all, first find a way to tell Sir Xiang about the matter here. He has also dealt with this kind of thing."