Saint of the Confucian way

The coachman coughed and said, "Lord, do you want to go in?"

Fang Yun nodded and said, "leave the carriage as a substitute for me. Go back and recover your life."

"Promise!" the coachman promised, saluted, turned and left, walked a few steps, looked back at the carriage, looked at the broken Zhang house, and left quickly.

Fang Yun stepped forward and touched the stone lion with only half a head. It seemed that he was missing something.

On the street, pedestrians walked far around, whispering and pointing.

"I'm Zhang Longxiang, back!" Fang Yun said, pushing the door and announcing his return home.

Bang

The gate collapsed and dust flew.

The dust was pressed down by invisible force an inch away from Fangyun and fell to the ground, revealing clear traces.

Flapping edges

The sparrow started, circled in the sky and chirped.

Fang Yun moved his mouth and walked forward without expression.

"Which bastard dares to make trouble in Zhang's house! Aren't you afraid that I'll pull your eggs and feed them to the dog? Is it a waste of Gou's family?" a young but arrogant voice came from the depths of the courtyard.

Fang Yun could hear that there was not only anger but also a trembling panic in the voice.

Fang Yun didn't answer either. He walked along the gravel road full of small grass. On both sides of the road were rockery flower beds, but they were all deserted. There were miscellaneous trees and weeds everywhere. He heard the cry of the grass faintly.

At the end of the road is the gate leading to the inner courtyard. The plaque of the gate is obliquely hung on the door, and there is a swallow's nest on the plaque.

Through the gate, we can see that there is a fairly tidy yard inside. An 11-year-old child is standing in front of the door, holding a kitchen knife in his left and right hands.

The children wore expensive dark red thick robes, but the thick robes were worn and patched with different patches for some years.

Fang Yun looked carefully.

It was a little boy with messy hair, clean face, bright eyes, and dark eyes like black gemstones.

But there was an inch long scar on his forehead.

The little boy raised his chin proudly, his face seemed to be full of stubbornness, and did not hide his vigilance and anger in his eyes.

Look at each other big and small.

The little boy stared at "Zhang Longxiang" for a while and muttered, "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Fang Yun looked at the little boy with very complicated eyes. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Jing'an, it's me."

The little boy raised his eyebrows and said carelessly, "it seems that you know my name. Looking at your Hanlin robe, you must not bully me. Sir, what are you doing here?"

"It's me!" Fang Yun emphasized again in a low voice.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned. His eyes flashed doubt. He looked at Fang Yun carefully. The more he looked, the more dignified he looked.

"You should have seen my portrait." Fang Yun continued to hint.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in Zhang Jing'an's eyes, which suddenly became extremely bright. He opened his eyes, loosened his hand, and two kitchen knives fell to the ground. He was so frightened that he hurried back half a step.

"You can't be the brother of Zhang Longxiang, the old man? I heard grandpa Hua say that uncle Hua and third uncle died in the war, and Aunt Zhang and second aunt have long been married to other countries." Zhang Jing'an moved his eyes up and down and kept looking at Fang Yun.

"Presumptuous!" Fang Yun shouted angrily, containing the power of talent, which made Zhang Jing'an's small body tremble.

Zhang Jing'an turned his eyes, showed an unbelievable look and said, "you... You can't be Zhang Longxiang?"

"If you dare to call your father's name again next time, don't blame it for practicing family law for your father!" Fang Yun stared, full of talent, light clothes and robes, exuding strong dignity.

Zhang Jing'an's eyes flashed an excited color. His left foot took a step forward, but he retreated like lightning. His face suddenly became cold and white.

"You've come to the wrong place. I don't have a father. Zhang Longxiang has long died! My mother and grandpa Hua depend on each other. I haven't had a father since I was born. Don't put on airs in front of me. This is my old house. Please leave immediately. If you dare to mess around, I'll shout immediately! Pretend to be an inverse Hanlin. I'm tired of your life!" Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun contemptuously.

"Hum!" Fang Yun snorted coldly, went on, entered the inner courtyard and looked around the environment.

"Where is uncle Hua? You little bunny don't know me. He won't not recognize me." Fang Yun said as he walked.

Zhang Jing'an's eyes flashed a sad color. He clearly wanted to continue scolding, but he slowly said: "Grandpa Hua was hurt by Gou's family in order to protect me. He died two months ago."

"Gou Bao, the old dog is still alive?" Fang Yun asked sternly.

Zhang Jing'an's eyes flashed the color of hatred and said, "of course the old dog is alive! And he is living well. Even the dog named Gou Zhi is about to be promoted to a bachelor."

"Qishan army is far away from Jingzhou City. Gou Bao should be in the army. Who is in charge of Jingzhou Gou family?" Fang Yun asked.

Jingzhou is the capital of Chu.

"It's the dog named Gou Zhi!" Zhang Jing'an said gnashing his teeth.

"Take out the flag of the Pearl River Army and I will go to gou's house!" Fang Yun ordered.

Zhang Jing'an's eyes were red, he clenched his teeth and said with a slight cry: "he has been robbed by the Gou family and has become the collection of Gou Zhi. Every time the Gou family holds a literature meeting, he will show off!"

Fang Yun was furious and said, "where are the generals of the Pearl River Army!"

Zhang Jing'an straightened his neck, stared at Fang Yun with black eyes, and said stubbornly, "where is Zhang Longxiang!"

Fang Yun was stunned and silent.

Zhang Wankong and Zhang Longxiang disappeared one by one and were arrested the other. Both of them were suspected of going against the trend. The generals of the Pearl River Army had no choice but to hide their capabilities and bide their time and be patient. Otherwise, they would take the initiative to hand the knife to the king of Chu.

"Well, go to gou's house with me and carry the flag of the Pearl River army back!" Fang Yun turned and walked out.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun's back and tears swirled in his eyes, but the child clenched his teeth to prevent tears from flowing out.

"Why should I listen to you!" Zhang Jing'an roared.

Fang Yun's shoulder shook gently and moved forward silently. The roar was full of ten years of expectation, disappointment and suffering.

"If you want to recapture the flag of the Pearl River Army, just follow me!" Fang Yuntou did not turn back and continued to move forward. He was about to walk out of the door.

"I'll see what you can do now!" Zhang Jing'an took a few steps forward, suddenly returned, reached out to pick up two kitchen knives, strode with Fang Yun, and his little face flushed with excitement.

Fang Yun went out of Zhang's house and stepped on the carriage.

"You drive." then he entered the carriage.

"You..." Zhang Jing'an stared angrily at the carriage and found that he couldn't see the people inside. He hesitated for a few seconds, snorted coldly, threw the kitchen knife on the carriage, jumped into the carriage, grabbed the whip and gently pulled it in the air.

Pa

"Drive!"

Zhang Jing'an drove the car in a manner, but his two small eyebrows were screwed together.

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