Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: Gun Nine

Ji Qianzheng was still powerless to deal with the eldest son.

Jimo was severely beaten by the family law bamboo whip, and it took half a month for the bruises on his body to disappear. But the figure of that girl still appears next to the Ji family's mansion every three days. Every time there is a bamboo whistle or the sound of calling outside the wall, no matter what Ji Ye is doing, he will jump up and flip out from the back wall. Even if Ji Qian was chasing, he couldn't catch up.

At first, he thought about using a bamboo whip to intimidate his son, but every time he raised the bamboo whip, Ji Ye would take a step back, hold his breath, and fill his muscles with force, ready to take his father's whip . Then the father and son held up the bamboo whip, and the other was about to be beaten. Such situations always end with Ji Qianzheng slamming the door with a long sigh and leaving.

Ji Qianzheng quietly followed him twice, and then he felt relieved. Yu Ran and Ji Ye were just playing, stealing fruits, catching dragonflies, watching fireworks, fighting crickets, or just walking up and down the wall in boredom. Occasionally, Yuran would teach Himeno how to read, and this was the quietest time for Himeno. Ji Qianzheng didn't even dare to think that the eldest son could sit peacefully for several hours and listen to so many words from others.

However, as long as Ji Ye doesn't have contact with that mysterious old man, what Ji Qian is worried about will not happen. Although he is not a member of them, Ji Qian is deeply aware of the strength and iron-like rules of this organization.

Besides, he has other things that he can't be distracted from.

Outside Nanhuai City, Yangquan Wine Shop.

Yangquan is located in the west of Nanhuai River. It is a rural town. There is not a big restaurant with this name. It is outside a birch forest on the outskirts of the city. It is always empty until sunset, and often there is no one there.

Adorned in a long black coat and a white belt, the only guest sat in the best position facing the sun and drank wine, with a plate of marinated dried beans and a plate of salted peanuts.

The shopkeeper brought a plate of pickled vegetables with coarse salt, and smiled a little: "Sit down again, the pickled vegetables handed down in the family are the best with wine, and there is no charge."

The guest in black took a look: "They are all big salt particles, could they be salted to death?"

The shopkeeper smiled: "There is still water for the dishes, wash it with white water and eat it, it's not salty."

He turned around and backed away. The guest picked up a pickle curiously in the soft afternoon sun, rinsed it in the water dish, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily. . He raised his hand: "Have another bottle of icy gourd wine and this delicious pickle."

The shopkeeper smiled even more happily, and brought up a white porcelain bottle, allowing the guests to drink by themselves. When he retreated, he saw the curtains being raised, and the servant rushed in hastily.

"Did I teach you to be careful when doing things, and rush to the burial?" The shopkeeper glared sharply.

"Big customer, but you are a wealthy person," the clerk raised the bamboo curtain on the window, "but he didn't come in, so he asked me to present this name badge. How can we accept other people's name badges in our small shop?" Huh?"

There is only a simple country loess road outside the wine shop, but at this time there is an exquisite bamboo chariot parked on the road, a Confucian scholar in blue Chinese clothes and four house slaves, bowing motionless, not knowing How long have you been standing. The exquisite box in the hands of the house slave seems to be a gift, with patterns of real gold hot on it.

"Let's go," the shopkeeper gave the waiter a push, "Is this a famous badge for us? Bai Chang is so big, but he doesn't know how to have eyes."

He put the name badge on a wooden tray, held it to the table of the guest in black, and carefully offered it with his head down. The guest chewed a piece of pickled vegetables for a long time, sighed in a low voice, took the name thorn and opened it, and read out in a low voice: "The son of Ji Lan, the former imperial capital Dahongluqing, and the former deputy envoy of the imperial capital, Ji Qianzheng, sincerely I salute Mr. Yu Dianyu, General Yu, for your well-being..."

He shook his head and lifted the bamboo curtain of the window next to him: "Mr. Ji? Please come in and talk."

Ji Qian was walking briskly, standing by the guest's table, arranging his sleeves respectfully, and was about to pay a visit. But the guest passed a bench: "Mr. Ji, there is no need to be too polite. There are no good tables and chairs in rural shops. The hospitality is not thoughtful, and the etiquette is also avoided. If you don't think the wild wine is too cheap, just drink it." One cup, the pickled vegetables here are really unique."

Ji Qianzheng didn't dare to be negligent, sat down sideways, cleared his throat: "Ji Qianzheng, a later student, has heard of General Xi's reputation for a long time, but it is a pity that he did not have the chance to meet him. I am very happy to meet General Xi here today."

The guest known as the general waved his hand casually: "Mr. Ji's age and qualifications are far superior to mine. General Yu Dianyu is just a false title. Since Mr. Ji and I met in a wild shop, there is no need to be formal." If you have anything to do, please tell Mr. Ji directly, the Ji family has been a pillar of dynasties, and I have the ability to do so, so I will not shirk."

Ji Qianzheng was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. Before he came, he never thought that this distinguished person could be so talkative.

"I heard that the king is going to select young generals..."

General Xi poured himself a drink: "Yes. This time, it is for the prince of Qingyang, an ally of the barbarians, to visit. In order to promote my national prestige in the Tang Dynasty, the lord is going to compete with the entourage of seven young warriors and the prince of the barbarians. As a As a reward, the lottery is a golden chrysanthemum used in the palace, and the final winner will also be awarded the title of lieutenant general."

"I don't know if there are any candidates for the seven young warriors?"

"The lord himself sent me a letter of recommendation, recommending a child named Youshi, named Youyin. There were also several teenagers in the Prince's East Palace who sent letters of recommendation. Chengcai's nephew, Xiyuan, has learned some swordsmanship and military science, so he recommends himself."

"I beg you for this matter," Ji Qianzheng stood up suddenly, and bowed respectfully, "My family of the Ji family has been overthrown in troubled times, and only Ji Qianzheng's line remains. The heart of fighting for the country has never been forgotten for a moment. Ji Qianzheng has a son, Ji Changye, who is ineffective. He is a master of swordsmanship, and he is also proficient in arts and sciences. /

General Xi nodded: "Ji's phoenix material is in Nanhuai City, and I have heard that there are indeed two warriors missing this time. I have received many invitations these days, and most of them are because of this matter." Mr. Ji must have great expectations when he came to this humble shop to find me. Then I can write this letter of recommendation myself. Children, you can't ignore it. It's hard to predict any injuries in the martial arts competition. Isn't the phoenix talent of the Ji family afraid of getting hurt?"

"In order to serve the country, even if you die, you will not retreat, let alone get injured?"

"Very well," General Xi nodded, "Then I will write this letter of recommendation for Mr. Ji."

Ji Qian was stunned, and wanted to bow down again, but was held up by General Xi.

"No need, Mr. Ji is too polite," he shook his head slightly, "Does Mr. Ji like to drink?"

Ji Qianzheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "When my father was alive, he always advised me to drink less alcohol and read more books. Since Qianzheng became an adult, he stopped drinking alcohol."

General Xi smiled: "Then I have to forget it. Originally, I wanted to invite Mr. Ji to sit down and have a glass of rough wine here, but Mr. Ji doesn't drink alcohol, so I have to regret it."

Ji Qian was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of the other party's tactful dismissal, and hurriedly waved behind him. The servant of the Ji family came up holding the box with his head bowed. Ji Qianzheng pressed the lock with his hand, and pressed his hand with the other hand. General Xi smiled slightly and squinted at Ji Qianzheng for a while.

"There's no need to open this one," he shook his head, "I respect the prestige of the ancestors of the Ji family. Even if this place is full of boxes, I can't buy this respect."

Ji Qianzheng did not dare to make mistakes, and took back the box.

"Then I won't send it off," General Xi sat back on the chair safely.

Ji Qianzheng's face was slightly red. From his aristocratic family, he had been a nobleman in the imperial capital until he was thirty, and he had never had any experience of flattering others with gifts. Although he is down and out now, when General Xi refused the gift, the indifference in his words still made him feel sad. He didn't dare to say anything more, and took a small step back after Chang Yi.

Turning around, he opened the curtain at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Mr. Ji," General Xi's voice suddenly came from behind, "There is something I don't quite understand."

Ji Qian turned around in a hurry: "Excuse me, General."

"Mr. Ji's name badge states that he is the son of Ji Lan, the emperor's capital Dahonglu Qing, but the highest official position among Ji's ancestors is not the father, but the ancestor Ji Yang. The real Marquis Marquis Chun is the commander of the three armies. During the Northern Expedition of the Fengyan Iron Brigade, they led 3,000 infantry deep into Beilu. Under the pursuit of the 50,000 troops of the Golden Tentacle, they fought all the way to Tongyun Mountain, the holy place of the barbarians. Both Li Lingxin and Li Lingxin have never penetrated so far into Beilu, so why is his name not written?"

Ji Qianzheng hesitated for a moment: "Because... because..."

"Is it because he was dragged to death in Bizhi City in the name of a rebellious party?"

"Yes. In fact, grandfather did not betray the emperor, but..."

"Tianqi, Ling Zu is a warrior of Tianqi."

"Yes."

General Xi sighed lowly, lowered his head and took out a small leather pouch from his waist, took out some shredded tobacco from it, and stuffed it with a slender ebony tobacco rod. He lit the lamp on the side, took a deep breath, and then smiled: "It seems that people can't make mistakes in their lives. If you make a mistake once, even future generations will be ashamed. But... Zuji Yang His weapon, the Tiger Tooth Spear, is known as the No. 1 spear in the Eastern Continent. He once performed martial arts in the imperial capital Taiqing His Excellency, and broke forty-five long knives. I wonder if he will be lucky enough to see it in the competition?"

Ji Qianzheng hesitated for a moment: "General, Changye uses the sword as a weapon. If it is about the tiger-tooth spear, it is in the hands of my eldest son, Ji Ye. It is a pity that although he has strong spear skills, he has a stubborn personality, so I dare not act rashly." ..."

"Although the spear skill is strong?" General Xi thought about it for a while, "Then I will also write a letter of recommendation for Young Master Ji Ye to make up for the seven places."

"General..."

"The legendary gun that once killed a dragon with one shot," General Xi said lightly, "I want to take a look."

Ji Qianzheng and his party traveled far away, and the sky gradually became cloudy. The shopkeeper of the restaurant cautiously went up to take a look. The black-clothed guests were sitting there quietly drinking, the red light on the cigarette rod between their fingers flickered on and off. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, always feeling that although this old customer was still drinking, something was different.

The guest got up suddenly and threw a few gold bahts on the table. When he passed by the shopkeeper, he patted the back of his shoulder: "From now on, I won't come, this month's drinking account should be paid off once."

Guest..." The shopkeeper stammered, "Is the wine bad? There are... and..."

"Forget it," the guest shook his head, "Your wine has never been good, just the pickles, which still have a little taste...you betrayed me. Otherwise, how would ordinary people know that I drink a little here every afternoon Wine?"

The shopkeeper stood there blankly, not daring to say anything. He lowered his head and glanced at the slender and dignified ancient sword on the guest's waist sword, which was dark and without decoration. It was from this sword that he guessed the identity of the guest, and sold the news for ten gold baht to the middle-aged scribe who had just arrived.

The guest walked to the door and stretched out his hand to check outside: "It's raining..."

The man went up with an umbrella, and he rewarded him with a penny, and opened the umbrella.

"Although this world is big, how many places are left for people like us?" Before leaving the door, the shopkeeper heard a low sigh.

He remembered that when he chased to the door, the figure of the guest in black was already far away at the end of the path leading to Nanhuai City. He was a little remorseful, knowing that he might never see this guest again in his life.