The two old men in front of the city gate looked like they were in the dust, as if they had just rushed from outside the city.
But if these two old men could still ride around on horseback, Wu Zheng would really convince them.
"Where are you going, boy?"
Looking at the little master in front of me, I thought about the scene of filial piety with his teacher, and it suddenly seemed like a lifetime.
Why did the two masters and apprentices become divided all at once
Ugh! It's really hard to help people drifting in the arena!
"Little Master, Master, you are all here! Is this here to see off the disciple? This... This disciple is really flattered!"
"Stop talking about those useless, I ask you, where do you plan to go, kid?" Xia Yun asked.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "This disciple is going to go out for a walk!"
"Slipping? Is it necessary for your kid to take thousands of people to slip?"
"Thousands of people? Little Master, you are always drunk, right! Take a good look at the disciples and you only brought a few family members. There are still thousands of people as scary as you always say, dozens of them are not there.
"Stop talking nonsense, the number of refugees you have adopted over the past few years at Luokungzhai is not ten thousand or eight thousand. Would you dare to tell the old man that you don't have a few thousand?"
"Those are all refugees! Disciple, isn't this also trying to reduce a few hungry fuss for our Great Zhou? You are always worried."
Before Xia Yun rushed to speak again, Wu Zheng said to Huang Xing, "Master, father, are you also here to send the disciples out of the city?"
Huang Xing stroked his beard and sighed: "You kid telling your teacher would you do anything to be sorry for Da Zhou?"
"Of course not. We were born in Da Zhou, and death is Da Zhou's ghost. My family members are all in Da Zhou. How could my disciples do things that are sorry Da Zhou?"
Huang Xing nodded and said: "That's good, go what you want! I wish you a good journey as a teacher."
Look, this is what a master should say! In the end, it’s the master and father who hurts himself. When I think about Wu Zheng, I feel a little sorry for him, because the old man is almost a hundred years old, and he who is a disciple always tricks him into doing this for himself. , A disciple like myself is really unfilial!
"Huang Xing, do you know what you are talking about?" Xia Yun looked at Huang Xing and said.
Huang Xing smiled: "The old man naturally knows what he is doing? Unlike some people who can't even believe their apprentices, they grabbed the old man and slipped out early in the morning."
After speaking, Huang Xing flicked his sleeves and left, looking like he was domineering.
Wu Zheng's eyes became straight. Why didn't he realize that his master was so handsome before
"That little master, it's getting late, the disciple is leaving."
"The Luokung Village..."
"Don't worry, it's just some refugees. What do you take them to do?"
After saying this, Wu Zheng passed by Xia Yun, as for the soldiers at the gate of the city.
The shadow of the famous tree, with Wu Zheng's current prestige, who would dare to stand in his way in a small Yuzhou city
Even if I said goodbye to the two masters just now, it was just that one master was happy, and the other master seemed to have lost something very important suddenly.
What is it? Probably an old disciple!
Out of the city, Wu Zheng went straight to Tuyuhun without stopping.
Chengdu has already replied, and Qin Xiang is worthy of being his good brother. He actually used his life as a guarantee to persuade his father Qin Lei, and let himself go to Tuyuhun and let him stand on the head of the city and watched him go to Tuyuhun.
On the top of the city, Qin Xiang looked envious, and the two did not speak, because he was so afraid that I would abduct his son.
But a look between the brothers is enough, where is nonsense.
Qin Xiang's kid is envious of Lao Tzu now! Forget it, this battle will not be finished. After Lao Tzu can take care of Jiang Junsheng and Linghu Deshuo, and then take care of the little emperor, they will be able to fight wherever they want.
The fast horse galloped across the Chengdu Plain, and the opposite was Tuyuhun's 80,000 army, but it was not his own 80,000 army.
An empire united by tribes, it is impossible to expect its citizens to have any concept of the country. They only have their heads in their hearts, only recognize the heads, and themselves are their heads.
It is a leader who can bring them a wealthy life, will not let their wives and children starve to death and can wear clothes. In their hearts, such a leader can't be found with a lantern. Betrayal? That's what fools do.
Wu Zheng came to Tuyuhun with ambitions, and as a result... (End of this chapter)