Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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Although it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, Zhan Zhao was still sweating a lot, and things went so smoothly that Zhan Zhao almost thought he was dreaming.Pang Yuanying's actions were unexpectedly swift, without any reason or explanation. Within an hour, all the personnel of the Pang Mansion withdrew from Xishan to vacate the monk's house, and even the abbot, who was ill, showed up to invite "Master Zhan's Back Hall" Wait".

After drinking a cup of slightly astringent bitter tea with the host, Zhan Zhao did not make things difficult for the host.Originally a monk, how did he get involved in the government? It is already very embarrassing for the host to evade, so how can Zhan Zhao make it even more difficult for him?

Xiaoyu followed Zhan Zhao with a smile all the time, and after Zhan Zhao had had tea, he heard the little novice come to report that Zhang Long and Zhao Hu from the Kaifeng Mansion had led a large number of victims.

Zhan Zhao immediately left this awkward place and devoted himself to the resettlement of the victims.

There were so many people and so many things to do, it was really a hectic process, and it was already past noon when the arrangement was almost complete, watching the monks in the temple bring the big pot of boiling hot rice porridge, Zhan Zhao realized that he was a little hungry.

The victims lined up in a long line to get food. Hearing that Mrs. Pang specially donated the porridge and rice, Zhan Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Chen Xiang and Xiaoyu followed to help, because Zhang Long said that the big households in the city had donated a lot of clothes and quilts and couldn't pull them over, so Xiaoyu asked him to take the car away. Can't these disaster victims stay covered with quilts when the night gets colder?" Zhan Zhao said, unable to refuse.

Now that everything has been settled, Zhan Zhao pulled out and told Chen Xiang Xiaoyu to go home early.

Although I knew from Yang Jian's words that the two of them were already engaged, it seemed that they were also two teenagers who had been busy with him in this icy and snowy field for a long time without even drinking their saliva.He said: "It's been a long time since you guys came out. Second brother should have thanked Zhan Zhao face to face for helping Zhan Zhao this time, but right now there is still a need for manpower restraint here, so I won't go back with you for now. I'll go back another day."

Xiaoyu said: "It doesn't matter. Uncle knows that Uncle Zhan will be busy for a while, so there is no need for you to thank him. This is because the Buddha blesses these homeless people."

Zhan Zhao didn't say anything more, he patted Chen Xiang's shoulder and said, "It's already noon, let's go back."

Chen Xiang looked at Xiaoyu, scratched his head and said, "I'll listen to her."

Zhan Zhao looked at Xiaoyu with a smile, Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue playfully, and said, "Okay, okay, let's go back, it's so late and I don't know if uncle has eaten yet—oh, uncle wants to eat sweet and sour fish , I actually forgot to buy it! Uncle Zhan is busy first, and we will play with Uncle Zhan after you are done."

As he spoke, he pulled Chen Xiang over and drove away at a gallop.

Watching Xiaoyu's carriage disappear from sight, Zhan Zhao frowned and looked at the crack on the ground that was split by lightning, somewhat frightened, wondering what the thunderbolt from the blue sky had to do with Yang Jian?

Yang Jian stroked the edge of the sword lightly. The ancient sword was extremely sharp. The blade was slightly wider and the blade was extremely thin. It really broke the hair.

Yang Jian couldn't help showing a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said casually, "What's the name of this sword?"

Dong Dijun sat cross-legged on the hot kang, drinking the tea made by Yang Jian himself, feeling comfortable, when he heard Yang Jian's question, he didn't answer but asked instead: "Why do you have to have a name?"

Yang Jian slowly put the sword back into its sheath, took a small sip from the teacup, and said with a light smile, "Where can a famous ancient sword be an unknown person?"

Dongdijun laughed dryly and said: "Zhenjun really has eyes, but the name is not quite right, this sword is extremely sharp and hard, but it has an extremely soft name called 'Chi', no I know whether the people who forged the sword were crazy about swords or the people who held swords were crazy about people."

Yang Jian paused slightly, and seemed to think of something in his expression, but suddenly scattered like fireworks, but there was a faint trace of melancholy in his eyes, and sighed: "This name is not good, how about changing it?"

The Eastern Emperor said: "Once the sword is in the hands of the True Monarch, it will naturally be the True Monarch's property. Of course, the True Monarch has the final say on what to call it."

Yang Jian smiled and was speechless.

Dong Dijun was silent for a moment, and asked, "What name does Zhenjun want to change this sword to?"

Yang Jian slightly raised his eyes and said, "...I didn't think about it."

Dong Dijun curled his lips secretly, thinking about something, and not wanting to tell the old man is the truth.But he didn't dare to bring out the slander in his stomach and face, so he just smiled and lowered his head to drink tea.

Yang Jian casually put the ancient sword by his side, squinted at Dong Dijun and said, "Aren't you willing to go back after the emperor's work is done?"

Dong Dijun shouted: "The real king is too unkind. The old Taoist came all the way to deliver the sword to the real king. The real king is so unwelcoming. How can the old Taoist say that there is no credit but hard work? Besides, the real king is here today. This situation is caused by the old man meddling in his own business and asking you to send that Zhan Zhao off, the old man..."

Yang Jian raised his hand to stop Dong Dijun from continuing, but he said calmly without changing his face: "You are not in charge of fate, this is Yang Jian's fate, you are at most contributing to the flames, this matter is not your head go up."

Dong Dijun swallowed dryly, and said: "You also know that it is a robbery, and you still have to..."

Yang Jian said disdainfully: "I just want to see how this catastrophe makes things difficult for me. Besides, it's not the first time I've done something against the sky... You don't have to leave if you don't want to. Chen Xiang Xiaoyu will come back later, they are more capable than me now , I can't control what I will do..."

Dong Dijun felt his scalp numb for no reason, and always felt that there was some unknown danger hidden in Yang Jian's seemingly kind smile, so he had no choice but to say bitterly: "It's okay, I can't afford to mess with it, so I can only hide." , since Zhenjun knows everything, then the old Taoist will not offend you by talking too much if it is unnecessary."

Yang Jian served tea to see off the guests, Dong Dijun muttered "It's a big show" and then made a magic formula to leave. Before he was about to leave, Dong Dijun solemnly cupped his hands to Yang Jian and said, "Take care, Zhenjun!"

From the sound of "Take care", Yang Jian heard Dong Dijun's rare concern, and immediately nodded silently with a smile on his head.

The faint mist dissipated, and Dong Dijun disappeared without a trace.

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