Peerless Daoist

The coffin is parked in the center of the main hall.

Zhang Feng cleaned up the surrounding debris, and restored it to the former decoration according to the memory in his mind.

This is the Zhengtang of the Cao family. He has spied out the window many times, and he has memorized it by heart.

After being busy for half an hour, Zhang Fengcai packed up all the sundries and put dozens of seats in place.

The one by the door is the elder of the outer room.

In the middle is the housewife.

In the middle is the old lady of the Cao family, next to this are the head of the Cao family, the elders, and the young master Cao Bao.

Below the letter, there are a series of bloody handprints.

This is a death letter.

The entire Cao family does not seek to live, but to be loyal to the country.

Men and women, young and old, all loyal and fierce, all died on the battlefield.

Zhang Feng lit a candle in front of each seat according to the memory in his mind.

His demeanor was focused, and there was no room for sloppiness.

The dim candle burned, and the faint flame reflected on Zhang Feng's face.

The young man who went out is now a middle-aged person, and there are also a few strands of white hair in his beard and hair.

"Young, young master, you, you, you stay at home, I, I, I will avenge you!" Zhang Feng faced the coffin and kowtowed to the ground.

The blood flowed down his forehead to the ground, but Zhang Feng felt no pain at all.

Then Zhang Feng wiped the blood on his forehead and turned to leave from the gate of Cao's house.

Here he left the best childhood memories.

Now that Zhang Feng has left, he has completely sealed this memory and walked out. There is only one more frustrated veteran in this world.

Zhang Feng appears to be more aged, and his spirit seems to have been emptied.

The sleeves that had lost his left hand were empty, and the blood was still dripping, but Zhang Feng ignored it and walked forward blankly.

He still remembered the task that Lu Yu gave him.

To mobilize the soldiers of various Xingfu, to discuss the Tang army!

This is Zhang Feng's mission. He fights hard and gallops all the way towards the Star Lord's Mansion.

Fancheng is only two hundred miles away from the Star Lord's Mansion.

As soon as Zhang Feng stepped into this area, he heard the sound of gongs and drums. Countless people walked happily on the street, lanterns everywhere, and it was very lively.

Fancheng is like a ghost realm, but here is heaven.

The old soldier walked blankly into the noisy crowd, and he always felt that he was a little out of place.

The last moment, he was still on the battlefield, fighting with Tang Jun.

The next moment, he returned to the familiar town and felt the taste of the world again.

Zhang Feng was already exhausted, and he accidentally bumped into a person.

"You don't have fucking eyes!"

"Stinky soldier, go away!"

Someone frowned, and when they saw Zhang Feng's body was covered in blood, they couldn't help frowning, and began to curse.

A vacuum is formed around Zhang Feng, and no one wants to approach him.

Zhang Feng suddenly noticed that those pedestrians, dressed in luxurious clothes and in gorgeous Tang suits, walked together laughing.

A group of people appeared on the street, holding bright lights and looking like devout believers, walking towards the end of the street.

"I beg the God of War, help me to cultivate successfully!"

"I beg the God of War, give me great magical powers!"

Everyone bowed their heads and walked towards a statue in the distance.

The crowd grew more and more, and the statues of gods in the distance were already full of incense and radiance.

Zhang Feng rubbed his eyes, a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

The statue, he recognized.

Countless Tang Jun, when launching a charge, will be blessed by this statue behind them.

What these people worshipped was actually the Great Tang God of War, Li Jing!