Above the official road, there is a simple teahouse.

Not far away, a white-haired old man in rich clothes strode over.

The night was vast, but the man was like half a bloody sunset, with a red glow emanating from his whole body.

As soon as he got closer, the domineering momentum was like a stream of flames, suddenly scattering the merchants and passers-by who were resting and chatting.

Crack! Crack!

A dozen figures sitting in a group, including people and tables and chairs, fell to the ground and dispersed in an instant.

The majesty of a master is like a ferocious beast in the mountains or a dragon in the lake or sea.

How can ordinary people resist!

Furthermore, Yang Hong had no intention of restraining himself.

The glare in his eyes was like lightning rolling.

Everyone was so shocked that their legs became weak and they ran away in a hurry.

After a while, only the owner who boiled water was left in the teahouse.

He was holding an iron kettle in his hand, his body was shaking like chaff, and he almost fainted.

"Tea."

Yang Hong sat down with his horse and golden sword, his voice was as dull as thunder.

"Okay, okay! Dad, please wait a moment!"

The elderly boss was holding a kettle to heat up, and his hands and feet were trembling as if they were shaking.

After a long time, a large bowl of strong tea was poured and served, mixed with a few taels of broken tea leaves.

"This is rough tea...it tastes bitter, but it can quench your thirst...Please use it slowly, husband!"

Yang Hong sat still, seemingly in a daze.

Father-in-law?

His eyes narrowed.

Look at the bowl of slightly turbid tea with floating foam.

His hair is as white as frost and snow, and his wrinkles are like hills and valleys.

A lamp is as bright as a bean, reflecting the face in it.

Even though he is energetic and energetic.

The body is like jade, extremely delicate, locking in Qi and blood.

But time never spares anyone, eighty years of wind and frost sword.

On this body, there were deep marks like a chisel.

"In the blink of an eye, decades have passed."

Yang Hong's eyes dimmed for a moment and he coughed twice.

It seems to be affecting the internal organs of the lungs, and the face is beating constantly.

Unknowingly, he has become so old?

You can’t see the majesty of the past when he was wearing armor and galloping on the battlefield!

Now I no longer lead troops and fight no more wars.

Is it possible that the high-spirited young man who made great achievements and made great achievements in his career is about to die of old age?

Tread! Tread! Tread!

While Yang Hong was thinking, the official roads were filled with dust and angry horses were like dragons.

An armored black cavalry galloped over, kicking up billows of smoke and dust.

Followed by fifty retinues, each with a long aura.

Carrying a long knife and wearing powerful clothing, they are all capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards.

His muscles have been trained to be full and strong, and his speed can keep up with the violent dragon horse that travels thousands of miles a day.

"The child meets his adoptive father!"

The leader got off his horse, took off his phoenix-winged helmet, and knelt down on one knee.

"Are you the only one here?"

Yang Hong took a sip of bitter tea, and the strong astringency made him frown.

Before he joined the army, he liked to drink strong liquor, but after joining the army, he started drinking strong tea.

But such extremely poor and bitter tea was only tasted during the battle in the vast sea.

After I went to court and returned home, I had nothing but dragon well, bird's tongue, bergamot and other top-quality goods.

"Replying to my adoptive father! My second brother Jingsi is in Juelong Ridge and won't be able to come back for a while!

The third brother, Li Xiao, heard that his adoptive father had come out of the mountain. He galloped through the starry night and just entered the territory of Daming Mansion!

The fourth and fifth brothers are vying for the position of commander-in-chief of the Guards, but they are unable to do so, so let me plead guilty on your behalf!

Sixth brother Daoyuan learned that your birthday was coming, so he went to Yunmengze alone to kill a giant dragon for you and take the inner elixir as a birthday gift..."

The man's voice was rapid and his words were clear, as if metal and stone were clashing, giving people a powerful feeling.

"Good children are all good children. Daoyuan has a filial heart, Jingsi has a public heart, Li Xiao has a benevolent heart... Although the fourth and fifth children are somewhat selfish, they are also sensible."

Yang Hong's voice was calm and he put down his tea bowl.

"As for Huang Xu'er, I have only been out of Jingzhou for a day. You are far away in Xingyang Mansion, but you are the first to come to see me. Thank you for your hard work."

The man lowered his head and said seriously:

"My foster father treated me with as much kindness as a mountain, and it was like being reborn.

Wu Lie is so grateful in his heart that he dare not forget it!"

As we all know, Duke Liang collected thirteen names in total.

Because they were young and talented, highly skilled in martial arts, and extremely famous, they were also called the Thirteen Taibao.

The leader is Zhao Wulie, the commander-in-chief of Yingyang Wei, a master of the four realms, and a famous military strategist on the Qintian Supervisor list.

Yang Hong didn't care at all, raised his hand and said:

"Get up. You are now the commander-in-chief of the Yingyang Guard. You hold a third-grade official position. If you kneel down to a prince who has resigned from power, you will lose face if word spreads."

Zhao Wulie lowered his head lower. He was wearing a long-sleeved brocade robe and a full set of body armor.

He bent over so hard that his armor almost made a rattling sound, as if it was about to burst.

"My foster father's prestige is high, his eagles are flying, he is mighty, and his three armies are leopards and Taoists. Who can dissatisfy him?"

Don't say that Wulie has become a third-rank official. I kneel to you!

Even if you are awarded the title of Duke, you should still lead the horse for your adoptive father, put the saddle on the saddle, and ride behind the saddle!

This is only natural!"

Yang Hong's face moved slightly, the green and black evil spirit between his eyebrows dissipated a little, and he said calmly:

"In that case, I asked you to get up, why don't you obey?"

Zhao Wulie's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he stood upright like a spring.

He looks a bit strange, with a pair of blue eyes, yellow eyebrows and beard.

In addition, he is tall and has a bee-like waist and ape-like arms, which makes him look majestic and extraordinary.

Therefore, he got the nickname "Huang Xuer".

It's just that in the whole world, except for Liang Guogong, few people dare to call him face to face.

"It's a pity that your trip was in vain, I was going to Beijing.

One is to kill that Liaodong mud-legged man to avenge Yang Xiu and let him rest in peace.

The second is to seek the merits of a general for you.

Before I ask for retirement, I will hand over the Yingyang Guard to you, the Mighty Guard to Jingsi, and the Baotao Guard to the fourth and fifth sons.

You opened up the sea of ​​​​qi early and trained my Six Yang True Power to the eighth level, and you are not far from being a master.

In addition, over the years, I have guarded Difei Mountain in Xingyang Prefecture, and I have worked hard without any merit, so I deserve the reward of a general."

Zhao Wulie's breath was slightly rough, his mind couldn't help but be agitated, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Did my adoptive father encounter an assassination on his way? When I came, I saw flesh and blood turned into mud, broken limbs, armored stomachs, and uniforms. They were private soldiers in the adoptive father's house!"

For military strategists and martial arts cultivators, their lifelong dream is to be granted the title of lord and general.

This will not only shine the lintel, but also help to achieve realm breakthroughs.
To be continued...