Chapter 1597

Yang Jiang stood beside Zhang Nan, always paying attention to his behavior. Seeing that he was staring at his master's hand, he quietly poked Zhang Nan with his elbow.

The old man sitting on the chair had a flat face, black face and white beard. He was a little thin, but his back was straight. Just sitting there, he had a strong upper momentum.

"I'm Zhang Nan, a native of Xuanshan town in Northwest China. I've heard a lot about the senior citizen." Zhang Nan decisively knelt down on one knee and respectfully saluted the old man.

Yang Jiang, who was standing on one side, was also surprised. He usually saw that the master was just doing the disciple's Jishou ceremony. Elder brother Zhang Nan's kneeling ceremony was the humble etiquette that the slave would only do when he asked his master for his peace.

The serious old man sitting on the chair, looking at Zhang Nan's action, frowned, a black face like a door god.

He snorted discontentedly, patted the armrest of the chair with his palm, and said with disappointment:

"I've just heard Jiang Er say these days that he recognized a big brother and said what a hero he was. Today, I'm just a coward."

With such sarcastic words, kneeling on the ground, Zhang Nan still didn't get up. With a respectful tone and a trace of inferiority, he said: "what the elder said is that Zhang Nan is just a bereaved dog chased by the government, and a hero can't be called a hero."

"But when Zhang Nan knelt down today, he just asked for the elder's permission. Yang Jiang is my brother, and he is also your disciple. Recognize me as a ridiculous elder brother, please don't punish me.

Second, thank you for your reception. I know that my identity has caused you a lot of trouble, but you still want to give me your opinion. Zhang Nan has nothing to do but kneel down on his knees and kowtow respectfully to you. "

With that, Zhang Nan's forehead hit the ground with a dull bang.

It's a very respectful ceremony. It's not easy for a murderous and courageous man to kneel here and kowtow respectfully. It's not easy for the rough people in the world to kill or humiliate a person, and not many of them can give up their backbone.

Zeng LAN sitting on the chair with a pair of tight frowns slightly eased, and the corners of his mouth slightly rose a little.

He stroked the white beard of his jaw with his hand, and his face was still serious: "get up, you are a strong and honest boy. I didn't expect that you are also a glib person."

"Brother Zhang Nan, get up quickly." Yang Jiang's eyes were red. After listening to Zhang Nan's words, he was really moved.

No one in the world knows that elder brother Zhang Nan is a good man with lofty spirit and all kinds of backbone. Today, for the sake of his brother, he is willing to kneel down. What's wrong with his death?

Zeng Lan's sharp, Eagle like eyes are very bright. He has lived for decades, and naturally he is very accurate at seeing people. Zhang Nan's idea of making obeisance to his apprentice is not so simple. Even when he kneels down, he is making a gesture to himself.

But what's wrong with that? As long as a knife is sharp enough, it doesn't matter where it comes from?

Especially now that the grand plan is about to start, Penglai's ancestors will go through the customs in one year. They are just wanted by the government. With this layer of restraint, this knife is also a good one.