Tianyuan Divine Art

Back in the courtyard, Ye Lingtian lit a cigarette, looked at Zhang Hong and said after deliberation: "I have already promised the old chief to join the training of Tianyuanzong after grandpa and the others come out of the space.

Not only the old chiefs, but all the deputy leaders above the national level who have made great contributions to the country and the people during their tenure, and have not committed any violations of laws and disciplines themselves and their relatives, and have not used their power for self-interest. After coming down, you can join Tianyuanzong.

On this point, you can discuss it with Lian Zhennan and come up with a reasonable plan. You can't make up for it. The rules must be fixed, and everyone can't be allowed in. "

"Is...the number of people too many?"

Zhang Hong was slightly taken aback, and said: "There are not a few people at the deputy state level. In addition to members of the Political Bureau, there are also State Councilors, Military Commission members, Vice Chairman of the National People's Congress, and Vice Chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. As well as the chief executives of Hong Kong, Macau, and Dongying Special Administrative Regions, etc., there are no less than 70 people in each term, and this will last for a long time, and within a few years, Tianyuanzong will be full of these retired senior officials."

"Well... let's say, members of the Political Bureau, State Council and Military Commission."

Hearing Zhang Hong's words, Ye Lingtian also realized that the vice-chairmen and vice-chairmen of the National People's Congress and the CPPCC are also treated at the deputy state level, and the vice-chairmen and vice-chairmen of each session are no less than 30 There are indeed too many people. After thinking about it, I had to raise the standard.

Otherwise, as Zhang Hong said, Tian Yuanzong would be all retired high-ranking officials for a few decades at most.

Yongning, Hexi, where a certain group army is stationed.

Lu Jiajia walked out of the barracks in a cool dress, and walked along the path to a beautiful hillside opposite.

As a reporter from the August [-]st Daily, Lu Jiajia came to this group army to collect news this time. It has been almost a week since she came to the barracks, and she has never been out for a walk. It is rare that the weather is good today, so Lu Jiajia wanted to go to the market town only two miles away from the barracks. go shopping.

The market town is called Xinlong Town.It is a small place about the size of a palm, with about a hundred households, and a three to four-meter-wide bluestone step road runs from east to west.

Although the place is small, it is in a central location.So it was quite lively.

Otherwise, this group army would not be stationed in this small place.

Tomb-sweeping Day is originally a season of warm spring and blooming flowers, but because of the famous saying "It rains heavily during the Ching-ming Festival, pedestrians on the road want to break the hunk", giving people the impression that there is always a kind of disturbing drizzle, soaked in the yin of spring Feelings of cold and loneliness.

Maybe it's because of the leap month this year, this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is extraordinarily bright and warm.There is no cloud in the blue sky, and the sun in the morning makes people warm, and there is no such dull and depressing feeling at all.

Rapeseed flowers have turned the fields into a golden color, and the rhododendron flowers all over the mountains have dressed up the hillside like a sea of ​​red. The grass on the side of the road is lush and green, and the trees are covered with a layer of fresh green. Yingsongyan dances everywhere. , giving a thriving atmosphere.

Lu Jiajia happily wandered around the town.Walking on the bluestone slab, the first feeling is like coming to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with quaint folk customs.The buildings of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the smoky smoke, and the unique fresh air in the mountains, everything made Lu Jiajia temporarily forget the melancholy in her heart.

Although the town is small, it is very prosperous, and there are even a few antique shops. It is said that there are outstanding people here, and it used to be the first choice for the tombs of ancient royal palace nobles, so there are often some cultural relics dealers. Mr. Yin Yang haunts.

Lu Jiajia was not interested in all kinds of cultural relics that were difficult to distinguish between true and false. She just wanted to feel the atmosphere here, so as to forget the person in her heart that could never be forgotten.

The streets of the small town are not long, and it has almost come to an end in a short time.Just when Lu Jiajia was about to return, she saw a strong middle-aged man with scars all over his body and blood on his face running anxiously towards a compound at the end of the street.

"Zhang Gui, you bastard, return my sister to me, and kill me if you have the ability, otherwise I will never end with you!"

The middle-aged man rushed to the gate of the yard again and again, yelling loudly.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, Lu Jiajia frowned slightly, and instinctively told her that there must be a story in it. Thinking of this, she subconsciously followed.

Hearing the roar of the middle-aged man, two people rushed out of the compound quickly, as if they wanted to catch the middle-aged man, but they were obviously not the middle-aged man's opponent, and they were thrown to the ground in a blink of an eye.

When Lu Jiajia followed, the middle-aged man had already rushed into the compound. Lu Jiajia followed and took a look. There were dozens of tables in the huge courtyard inside, and a big "囍" was pasted on the door lintel. Obviously, this was a wedding reception.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had already been pinned to the ground by five or six young men. A short, fat man in his 40s with a shrunken face looked at the middle-aged man who was pinned to the ground and said, "You bastard!" Crazy, dare to come here to make trouble, don't even look at what day it is today, I'll make a fool of your mother, throw him out for me."

The middle-aged man known as Niu Crazy looked at the short and fat man with anger on his face, and shouted loudly: "He Qiang, you must die, give me back my sister!"

"Your sister died a few years ago. If you want to find him, go to the Palace of the King of Hell. Why are you shouting and making trouble here?"

After the short and fat man named He Qiang finished speaking, he said to several young people: "Hurry up and throw him out, don't ruin the big thing, otherwise you don't want to do it!"

Several youths dragged the lunatic Niu up and was about to drag him out. At this moment, Lu Jiajia, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute, what's going on?"

"who are you?"

Seeing the elegant and fairy-like Lu Jiajia who appeared suddenly, the short and fat man was stunned for a moment, and asked after a while.

Although he was amazed by Lu Jiajia's beauty, he didn't know where she came from. Even though He Qiang had already started to lust in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface.

"I'm a reporter. I came to the Army Group for an interview. What's going on here?"

Lu Jiajia felt more and more that something was wrong, and although He Qiang looked at her secretly, he couldn't hide the sinister look, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable, so she immediately showed her press card and asked.

He Qiang was startled, his brain suddenly woke up, and secretly thought, this beautiful woman is actually a reporter!

You have to fool this woman away quickly, or if she finds out, then everyone will be screwed!

Although this beautiful woman didn't say where she was from the reporter, just her elegant demeanor, she went to interview the group army, which was enough to show that she was definitely not an ordinary reporter.

Thinking of this, He Qiang rolled his eyes and said with a flattering smile: "Comrade reporter, I'm really sorry to let you see a joke. This lunatic's sister took a tractor to the county a few years ago, but the tractor turned down the mountain. After going, I couldn’t bear the blow for a while, and became delirious.”

Lu Jiajia nodded, then walked towards Madman Niu and asked, "What's your sister's name?"

Crazy Niu gave He Qiang a vicious look, then looked at Lu Jiajia, and said, "I'm not a lunatic. I'm Niu Jingguang, brother of the bride Niu Xiaorong. The Zhang family arrested my sister and forced her to marry his son Zhang Gui."

Lu Jiajia heard the words, looked at He Qiang, and asked with a serious face: "Comrade He, this?"

He Qiang's face darkened, and he said, "Comrade reporter, don't listen to his nonsense. His sister died a few years ago, so how could she be the bride? If you don't believe me, you can ask the big guy."

At this time, those young people nodded one after another, saying that this man is a lunatic, and his sister died a few years ago.

"He Qiang, let your mother's shit go, your sister died, and your whole family died. If you have the ability, call the bride out."

Niu Jingguang cursed loudly.

Lu Jiajia nodded and said, "Comrade He, I think what he said makes sense. If it wasn't for his sister, he would have given up."

He Qiang hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, and said, "Since you said so, I won't say anything more."

After finishing speaking, looking at the subdued Niu Jingguang, he shouted: "Niu Jingguang, since the reporter comrades have said so, I will let you die. If the bride is not your sister, don't blame me if you dare to mess around again. You are welcome."

After He Qiang finished speaking, a young man beside him walked into the new house to call the bride out.

After a while, the groom and the bride came out. When Niu Jingguang saw the bride in the red wedding dress, his complexion changed drastically and his mood became very agitated. He struggled desperately to rush to the groom Zhang Gui, mouth He kept yelling: "Zhang Gui, you bastard, tell me, what did you do to my sister?"

The groom, who was called Zhang Gui, looked at Niu Jingguang with an ugly face, and cursed: "Crazy Niu, don't spout blood. Your sister died a few years ago, so what does it have to do with me?"

"Comrade reporter, you have also seen that this is exactly what this lunatic is messing around with."

After He Qiang finished speaking to Lu Jiajia, he looked at the young men, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Throw him out for me."

Lu Jiajia couldn't help feeling a little suspicious. Niu Jingguang didn't look like a lunatic, which could be seen from his eyes, so how could he say that the Zhang family robbed his sister, but now the bride is not his sister?

Seeing Niu Jingguang being dragged outside by the five or six youths, Lu Jiajia subconsciously chased after him and shouted, "Wait a minute."

At this time, He Qiang's expression changed. Could it be that this young and beautiful reporter saw something, and quickly stopped and asked, "Comrade reporter, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

He Qiang called Jiang Ye to stop, and several young people pulled Niu Jingguang, who was struggling desperately, with more force. Lu Jiajia frowned and looked at He Qiang, and said, "Comrade He, I just want to say, just drive them away. Don't hurt him, poor thing."

He Qiang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Comrade reporter, don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Lu Jiajia nodded.

At this moment, there was a "bang!", and suddenly there was a sound, like the sound of shattering glass. Lu Jiajia was stunned for a moment, and then there was another "bang", Lu Jiajia turned around. stunned. ! .