A group of officials from the East Factory bowed their heads and said, "Listen to the orders of the Master."

Cao Xiangfei waved his hand and said, "Notify the second teams outside, the fourth teams. Let's take them all." The two officers responded and ran outside the temple. Cao Xiangfei made a gesture. The whistle sounded on the wall and the crossbowmen also took them down. He turned his face and smiled at Qin Juexiang: "Congratulations. In the future, Mr. Qin will work in the Nanzhen Fushi. We will be a family."

"Look at what you said. It turns out that it's nothing." Qin Juexiang smiled and said, "Brothers exchanged the next Yunhua Building on Jingdong. It's just a banquet to celebrate. You should stop going anywhere today. Come and support me. The brothers who are here today have one. They bring all the expenses. I'll cover it."

Cao Xiangfei raised his finger and smiled, "It's like doing big things. Unfortunately, Lao Cao still has official duties today. I can't spend more time with you. The future is long and I will benefit you from it in the future." As he said, he bowed to Chang Sihao. He frowned at Zheng, Xiaoshan, Xiaochi, etc. and waved his hand and said, "Get off." Liu Jinwu immediately said, "Thousand years old, the servants must return to the palace to submit the imperial edict. Forgive the crime. Take one step first." His eyes swept the etiquette with all their etiquette. Follow Cao Xiangfei. The officials from the East Factory on the two wings in the middle changed into front teams. The cloaks were flying, and their steps were neat and uniform. They walked away quietly like clouds and geese. They retreated in an instant.

The heroes in the courtyard woke up from a nightmare and felt relieved. A team flashed out of the side of the hall. The two leaders were Ma Mingshao and Chen Shengyi. Behind were several followers of the Hundred Swords Alliance.

Ma Mingshao came close to receive the imperial edict handed over by Qin Juexiang. He looked at each other and smiled a little on his face. Chen Sheng stood beside him without a distance. Chang Sihao looked at it and was puzzled in his eyes.

Suddenly someone in the courtyard shouted loudly: "Since there is an official family in the temple, I can't help but disturb me. Come and visit my master again next day." When this man spoke, hesitated and looked forward. Although he was about to leave, his body was still motionless. Many people among the heroes heard it. They looked hesitant and looked forward.

Xiaoshan and Xiaochi glanced at each other, folded their hands together, lowered their bald heads, and the heroes who were waiting and watching started to shout. They were obviously very dissatisfied with the attitudes of the two.

At this time someone said, "Everyone, I have a word. Please give me a look."

Chang Sihao was a little familiar with the sound when he heard it. He looked around. An old man with white beard flashed out of his body in the crowd, smiling and signaling to the heroes. This man was dressed in a straight and elegant manner, clean and elegant manner, his hair was combed properly and was not messy at all. He had never seen his face before.

Some people recognized him as a senior of the Diancang Sect. His surname was Xia, his name was Zenghui, and he was known as "Ba Zhengjie". His finger-hand skills were extremely good. He also had some reputation in the world. He stretched out his arms and said, "Just be quiet. Listen to the old hero Xia."

When the voices calmed down, Xia Zenghui looked around for a while and smiled and thanked him. He said, "Everyone, I think Mr. Qin is in the sun, traverses the mountains and Shaanxi, and walks alone. When friends in the world mention it, they all admire him for his loyalty, strong and proud, and his actions can be called the Wulin Sect. You said, yes, not right."

"Not bad." "That's right."

Xia Zenghui shook his head: "Oh, I'm sorry for the heavens and the fortunes are not blessed. The heroes fell to the ground. The life of the heroes fell. Blood stained Datong. The huge Qin family has only children, grandchildren, women and children. How to support it. I always talk about this with people. I sighed and shed tears."

The heroes were speechless. Several people sighed. A sigh sounded.

"I heard recently that the young master of the Qin family recruited chivalrous people and gathered talents in Jinzhong. He was very arrogant and excited to revive the Qin family. At such a young age, he had such courage. It makes people sigh that the younger generation is terrifying." Having said this, Xia Zenghui narrowed his eyes: "However, the martial arts world and the government work their own ways. The Jinghe River is not violated. The rules passed down by the older generation have never been followed. I have never been abide by them. I think that the young master of Qin has been at Nai Gong's knees for a long time. He will listen deeply. How can he not know what to do? I believe he has also made a decision. Why bother to worry about it?"

After hearing this, the heroes nodded: "What Mr. Xia said is very good. The imperial edict cannot be resisted. If you accept the title and then resign and hold the seal, it will be fine." "Yes, right, go through the motions. So that each other has face." "No, isn't it? The Qin family is also a big banner in the martial arts world. You can't just fold the pole if you change your hand."

Everyone discussed it hotly. The eyes gathered again. However, Qin Juexiang smiled with his hands behind his back. He had no intention of expressing his opinion to his fellow martial arts masters.

The head of the Tai Chi Sect "takes the boat with the flow" Shi Shunfu walked out of the crowd and shouted: "Everyone, since ancient times, has learned civil and martial arts, and sells goods to the imperial family. Our martial arts people have learned a lot of true skills for dozens of cold and heat. They can never bury gold in loess and throw them into the market to sell their skills. Young Master Qin contributed to the country and was rewarded for his merits. What's wrong with that?"

"Bah." Someone in the west of the courtyard spat and cursed: "You Tai Chi Sect is trying to curry favor with the great officials and nobles on weekdays. By making moves, you can teach your time to be active and time-honored. You are also worthy of calling yourself a martial artsman." "That's right. You don't sell boxing when you are beaten to death. You guys still have shame."

Shi Bianxiu's face turned cold. Hulala's steps sounded. Dozens of disciples flashed out of the crowd. He surrounded him and looked around. But the swearer was trapped in the crowd. It was difficult to find out for a while.

But the heroes were stunned. Unexpectedly, he brought so many people.

"Everyone is calm. Can you please say a few fair words?"

With the clear voice, Huo Qiuhai, the head of the Bagua Sect, stood up. This man was in his forties, with a steady manner and a majestic appearance. Everyone's eyes gathered on his face. He was immediately intimidated by his expression. All of them calmed down.

Huo Qiuhai said proudly: "Since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the four princes summoned thousands of guests. Among them, there are assassins and warriors. They can all be called the predecessors of the martial arts predecessors. Qin Shubao, Cheng Zhijie, and others, founded by the founding heroes of Wagang Village and a hero in the Green Forest Road. Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, a pair of sticks in his hand, beat the world all over the world. The founding of Taizu Changquan has been passed down to this day. It has become a beautiful story in the martial arts world. However, since the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, foreign tribes are in charge of the government. The Han people have been bullied. Benevolent and heroic from all over the country secretly formed associations and contacted each other to seek major events. Therefore, the rule that martial arts people cannot be officials was passed down. It is because the official was an official of the Tartars and not an official of the Han people. Now the dynasty has changed for many years. My Ming Dynasty was in charge of the Han people. The martial arts still acted according to the old rules. It is a bit unfaithful."

Many people heard this and thought it was reasonable. Xia Zenghui twisted his beard with his fingers slightly and smiled faintly: "Zheng Huomen, I don't dare to agree with your words. Martial artifacts are the artifacts of our ancestors. They were passed down to deal with foreign aggression, treacherous ministers and rebellious sons. Now the officialdom is dark, dirty officials are rampant, and those who have become officials have different positions when speaking and doing things. Even if you hold a knife in your hand, can you still cut your elbow? Rules are rules. You can be passed down in the martial arts world to this day. There is a reason for it. If this is to hold the inseparable and conscience, then I and the thousands of disciples of the Diancang Sect must be kept to the end."

Shi Bianxiu laughed: "Old Xia, Isn't Shi, I laughed at you? Last year's calendar. How can I see this year? Since the fall of the Yan Party, the new emperor succeeded to the throne. The four major cabinet masters presided over the cabinet. The government affairs have long been cleared. How can you say so darkly? From royal relatives to peddlers and barracks. As long as you do evil, there is no one in the East Factory who dares not investigate. If the old man really knows that there are no evil officials and there is no injustice. When Master Cao was there just now, why don't you stop calling for justice?"

A few disciples of Diancang were angry when they heard this. They pressed the hilt of the sword and tried to move forward. They were stopped by Xia Zenghui. He laughed: "Zhao Shi's words, Duke Guo is Lord Bao, the Northern Emperor Renzong, and the East Factory is the current Kaifeng Mansion." As he said that, he looked at the old man half-cam beside him and said: "Brother Bulu. It seems that our generation is indeed old. He hasn't come out for a long time to walk around. He doesn't even know such new things. Old bones speak a little inappropriately, and make it laugh at the young people."

Huo Qiuhai recognized that the old man beside him was Diessu of the Kunlun School. His surname was Yu, his name was Dengke, and his courtesy name was Bulu. He was a pair of black bone whips in his hand forty years ago and had no rivals in the world. He just asked for an errand to stay in Beijing for retirement because he was not in harmony with the head's junior. Now, although he is nearly 80 years old, his temper is still very fierce. He is especially arrogant when he is arrogant. With his identity and prestige, if he opens his mouth to speak for the Cang School at this moment, then the form will be very unfavorable to his side.

He thought of this and hurriedly accompanied him with a smile and said, "Old Xia Xia said this deeply. I think that the Shimen Master has no other meaning. He just talks about the matter. Maybe his tone is a little bit striking. Things in the world are indeed as the predecessors said. There are always unsatisfactory things. However, relatively speaking, under the rule of several cabinet masters, the world is always better than before. Should the martial arts people be officials? Maybe the younger generations are slight and do not have the power to speak. But our Hundred Swords Alliance in the Capital, under the leadership of the Zheng League, live in harmony with the government, help each other and do many things that are beneficial to the people's livelihood. The younger generation thinks that we must say it. This is a good attempt."

The Hundred Swords Alliance is in charge of the capital. There are many powerful people and the reputation is good. Now the leader of the Alliance Zheng is here again. Who can't stand it in person? Among the heroes, those who support Xia Zenghui are also silent.

At this time, Yu Bulu lifted up his wrinkled eyelids and smiled and said hoarsely: "Well, when people are old, they may not be right. When the rules are old, they may not always be obeyed. It's just a state. It does not necessarily represent the truth."

Huo Qiuhai bowed and said, "Senior philosophy is open-minded."

"I dare not take it." Yu Bulu shrugged his back, his eyes narrowed into slits and looked at it slanted: "Just heard from the imperial edict that the young master Qin was appointed as an official. It was recommended by Chang Shaojian. Shaojian was originally the boss of the Qin family and also a person in the martial arts world. Now he is extremely proud of his merits and is among the kings and princes. He can still help the old master and not forget his old grace. It is really rare."

Chang Sihao heard his voice hoarsely. He seemed to have been having many years of asthma. He spoke slowly. As if he was a little faster, his breath would be interrupted. It made people feel a sense of turmoil in his heart. And the words seemed to be praising, but he also had hooks and hints. He pointed at it, like a trap that was thrown over. The Qin family was not considered his own master. However, entanglement here would inevitably lead to ungrateful judgments. If he answered at this time, he would confirm the content of the imperial edict. But if he defended the title of the emperor, it would inevitably cause more controversy and confusion.

As he hesitated, his eyes suddenly became certain. He thought that he was getting worse and worse. He was looking back and forth when things happened. He was not as good as Cao Xiangfei, who was dog-headed and bird-eyed, and laughed to the sky: "Hahaha. Senior, I am very rough. I can't figure out what officialdom, martial arts world, I know how to make friends, support my brothers, swing my swords and hand. Juexiang had already made great efforts when he was guarding the city. If he hadn't been to the enemy camp at night to explore military affairs, the battle would not have been so exciting. This reward was worthy of him. To be honest, it was worth it.

In the officialdom and martial arts world, you can tell you how clearly the division is. In my opinion, Chang's surname is the same. When we men cut down the Tartars on the city, we were only brothers from the Qin family and guards from Datong. I have seen women who hold their hair and carry stones to the city. I have also seen children with their waists and slingshots on their waists. But I have never seen any soldiers rescue them. I have never seen any martial arts people present to help. The old man Chang Sihao is a fool. He may not be able to speak well. Don't blame me."
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