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4849--Andrew Under Li Jing's temple, the drum of Shenyashe

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

    Zhang Feng cleaned up the surrounding sundries, and restored them to the original decorations according to the memory in his mind.

    This is the main hall of the Cao family. He has peeped out of the window countless times, and he has memorized it by heart.

    After being busy for half an hour, Zhang Feng packed up all the sundries and arranged dozens of seats.

    The one next to the door is the elder of the outer house.

    In the middle is the housewife.

    In the middle is the old matriarch of the Cao family, next to him are the head of the Cao family, elders, and his young master Cao Bao.

    Below the last letter, there is 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.

    Regardless of men and women, regardless of age, all loyal and loyal, all died on the battlefield.

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

    He has a focused demeanor and cannot tolerate a little sloppy.

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

    The young boy when he went out is now a middle-aged man, with 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 violently to the ground.

    The blood flowed down his forehead and onto the ground, but Zhang Feng didn't feel any pain at all.

    Then Zhang Feng wiped the blood on his forehead, turned around and left from the gate of Cao's house.

    He is here, leaving the best childhood memory.

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

    Zhang Feng looked even older, and his spirit seemed to have been emptied.

    The sleeve that had lost his left hand was empty and was still bleeding, but Zhang Feng ignored it and walked forward blankly.  This time Zhang Si

    He still remembered the task that Lu Yu gave him.

    Mobilize soldiers from all walks of life to fight against the Tang army!

    This is Zhang Feng's mission. He strengthened his energy and galloped 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, with lights and festoons everywhere, and it was very lively.

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

    The veteran walked into the noisy crowd blankly, he always felt that he was a bit out of place.

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

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

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

    "You don't have fucking eyes!"

    "Smelly soldier, get out of here!"

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

    A vacuum area formed around Zhang Feng, and no one wanted to approach him.

    Zhang Feng suddenly noticed that those passers-by were dressed luxuriously and in gorgeous Tang suits, laughing and walking together.  &#24378&#29306&#32&#32&#35835&#29306

    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 God of War to help me succeed in cultivation!"

    "I beg God of War to grant me great supernatural powers!"

    Everyone lowered their heads and walked towards a statue of a god in the distance.

    There are more and more crowds, and the statues in the distance are already full of incense and shining brightly.  make big make owl

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

    He recognized the idol.

    Countless Tang Jun, when they charge, the blessing of this statue will appear behind them.

    What these people worship is actually the God of War in the Tang Dynasty, Li Jing!

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