C100 Nan Ke asked the world with a dream

There were people everywhere, even in the army, which was brimming with youth and straightforwardness.

Chen Qingzhi spat out a lot of bitter water for me. I said why don't you just go to your old man's troop and train? He said it was too depressing. Every day, the old man would keep a straight face in front of him and would often teach him a lesson.

"You don't know when you're lucky!" After I scolded him, he forced a smile and said, "I've never thought that it was luck. You should know that the last time I was called back home, I almost broke his leg. You said that I was his own son, right?"

Puff! I spat out the beer that I just poured into my mouth and scolded with a smile, "How can you speak like that? If you aren't his son, then who is your father? This is called having a son become a dragon."

"Even if I'm overjoyed, I'm still just a bug." Chen Qingzhi rolled his eyes, and I shook my head. If he was a bug, then who knows how many people would have to crawl through the cracks in the ground. A twenty-eight-year-old Major Battalion Commander, and also a guard battalion of an elite unit. How could the value of this be compared to that of an ordinary combat unit's commander?

"You don't know, the moment I got home, the old man pointed at my nose and told me, look at that XXX's son XX. Look at that XXX's son XXX, look at that XXX's son XXX. Sigh! "His suffering is unspeakable. His life is as lonely as the snow!"

"Enough, stop acting good after getting lucky." Many people will never be able to reach your position in their entire lives with regrets when they go to see Buddha. If some passing brat were to overhear such words, he might even get involved with you. "

"Who's playing dumb with you? Do I look like one of those people?" Chen Qingzhi put down his glass and asked me very seriously.

I imitated him by rolling my eyes and said, "Boss Chen, do you still remember what everyone shouted at you at that time?"

"What are you shouting for?" It was as if he had forgotten about the endless radiance of that dog-blooded day.

"Chen..." Lowly … "Slut …" Shut up! Fourth Bro you bastard, shut up! " As soon as I said the first word, Chen Qingzhi suddenly reacted. When I finished shouting, he stared at me with a murderous look in his eyes.

"These eyes, it's as if I wronged you. Boss, you still remember that time …"

"Don't, fourth bro, let's drink and eat. The food's getting cold from just looking at it." He pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "If you really want to compare my points with a worm or a dragon, then I'm not bad. But Third Bro is really overbearing!"

"Ol 'Three?" I haven't heard from him in a long time, so I can't get in touch at all. How has he been these past two years? " I looked at Chen Qingzhi in surprise. At that time, the four bros in the dorm had a deep affection for each other. Drinking wine was always boring. However, Ol 'Three was sullen, even more depressed than Fan Cunlong, and had the attributes of a bookworm.

"Everyone, let's each go our separate ways and break off the connection. I met Ol 'Three last time when I was in Beijing. Do you know that I scored a perfect score in the National Examination last year?"

"How could I not know? It was the first time since the founding of the country that a rumor had spread like wildfire. F * ck! It can't be that guy Ol 'Three, right? " I asked in disbelief.

Chen Qingzhi nodded and said, "That's him. He's the confidential secretary in the small orchard now. I heard he's very well-liked by an oligarch. That kid's future is limitless."

The small orchard was known by the public as the small State Council. As for those confidential secretaries, they were equivalent to a giant think tank.

"Brothers, all of you are useless. I'm the only one who can dig in the corner and eat." I pretended to sigh. Chen Qingzhi glared at me and scolded me, "F * ck off!"

"Kid, you're a rich man, how can a place like the Violet Tree Courtyard be used by ordinary people? You're really disgusted by me."

"What about number two? Do you have any news about him?"

"I'm not sure. I only know that the second brother went to the south to roam, and then there was no news of him."

When I found out that my brothers were doing well, my mood improved a lot. When it was even later, I said to Chen Qingzhi, "Boss, I need your help this time."

"Speak, what is it?"

I told Chen about the news of Nankou's dream and asked him if he could be of some help in terms of safety. After hearing that, he stared, first saying that he had to go to my place to rob some treasures to honor the old man, then saying to me, "My combat unit is too sensitive, and there are countless eyes watching them from up to down, unable to give you a person. How about this, I'll give you a defensive master, prepare the equipment, and let him go over to set up the scene for you."

Just as I thought, we agreed on a time, Chen Qingzhi stared at the iron rod in front of Fan Cunlong in disbelief, he said: "Little brother Fan has a good appetite!"

I said, "A martial arts practitioner's appetite must be good. Cun Long is a great expert who conceals his secrets."

Maybe it's because I'm a bit drunk, in addition to the competitive habits of a soldier, after Chen Qingzhi heard about it, he insisted on looking for a place to exchange a few moves with Fan Cunlong. In the end, I had no choice but to find the owner of this store and borrow his backyard.

"Zheng, this …" Fan Cunlong looked at me with a troubled expression. He didn't know how to attack Chen Qingzhi. I rolled my eyes. "We'll do whatever we have to do. Boss Chen isn't someone who can't afford to lose."

When we were in university, Chen Qingzhi was the president of the National Arts Club. He was well-known for his martial arts skills in the neighboring schools, but when he was around, the National Arts Club, which had always been weak, became exceptionally powerful. The judo club and the Taekwondo club, which used to think of the National Arts Club as a soft persimmon, avoided the National Arts Club at that time. What's more, he had received a lot of training in the army these few years.

"Brat, come! If you call me over, I don't believe that I won't be able to take care of you! " Chen Qingzhi patted his chest in fear, and assumed a defensive position. He said to Fan Cunlong: "Come, let you attack first."

Fan Cunlong was also a little embarrassed as he said: "Brother Chen, you go first, I don't like to attack." This fellow must have been led astray by Zhao QIjiu, to actually learn to speak lies with the back of his eyes.

Chen Qingzhi laughed nonchalantly, "You are quite arrogant. Then, your brother Chen, you are welcome."

When they were just three meters away from each other, he started to jump, and then used his leg to whip Fan Cunlong's head, but I could see that Chen Qingzhi was not using his full strength, and had held back to prevent him from truly injuring Fan Cunlong.

Facing this whip kick, not only did Fan Cunlong not retreat, he did not crouch down, nor did he dodge, he actually charged forward to receive it.

The timing was perfect, the moment Chen Qingzhi's leg was about to make contact with Fan Cunlong, Fan Cunlong's two hands had already grabbed onto Chen Qingzhi's ankles, then walked counterclockwise a step to reduce the force of the attack. He then turned his body beautifully against the leg he was grabbing, and with a gentle lean, Chen Qingzhi fell out like a kite with its string cut.

"Boss, are you alright?" Looking at Chen Qingzhi being thrown onto the ground, I thought to myself, this guy is so honest. If I tell you to do something, you do something with him. Having seen Fan Cunlong's strength, I know exactly how powerful he is.

"It's nothing, it's nothing! I just fell down a little! " Pulling me up, Chen Qingzhi gave Fan Cunlong a big thumbs up, and said: "Brother Fan, expert! As expected, he was not simple! That was the Eighteen Falling Fists and the Eight Extreme Fist, right!? "

Seeing that Chen Qingzhi was alright, I heaved a sigh of relief, Fan Cunlong did not try to do his best.

"It's Baji Punch, but it's not the Eighteen Falling Strikes. However, if Brother Chen goes all out with that leg of yours, I might not be able to withstand it. "

"Come on, I can't feel it myself. Don't put on a tall hat for me, I won't eat this."

Chen Qingzhi did not care that he had lost to Fan Cunlong in terms of martial arts. Not only that, he looked at Fan Cunlong with a smile and said: "Cun Long, I will also call you that following Fourth Bro. "I feel that your skills aren't right. It's such a pity not to report your actions to the country …"

Fan Cunlong said. "The village chief wants me to follow Zheng, as long as Zheng agrees, I have no objections."

"Well, pretend I didn't ask. With your understanding of the Zheng, forget it. "

It took more than three hours to finish.

Returning to the streets was still bustling with people even though it was late at night. There was the sound of clinking cups and mixed conversations everywhere. It was very gritty.

Chen Qingzhi drove me back to the Violet Tree Courtyard. He left me his number three, then changed into his military tag and drove back.

He had managed in the Chang'an City for so many years, that all aspects of the relationship between the two parties had been perfectly sorted out. The next morning, in the morning paper on my desk, the biggest red headline was: Mystery of a National Treasure.

At the bottom of this piece of news was a long article written by the editor, explaining to those who did not know what it meant to see a space in a hallucination, and the meaning that a space in a hallucination represented. It was as famous as Tang Sanhua, but it was extremely rare. Even the Palace Museum didn't have a complete collection. "Please do not doubt the authenticity of this news, it is as real as the money you have in your hands."

He then followed up with a long introduction, including the interview with Wu Huai. In the article, Wu Huai mentioned three words: Zheng's Ancient Street.

"What?" Don't you know what the Zheng Family's Ancient Passage is? "Then you'll know it now, and more people will know about it soon. Actually, it also has another nickname, Ancient Emerald Shop."

In the space of a single day, a number of influential newspapers came rushing to report that there were supporters, skeptics, and neutrals.

"This is simply a huge lie, the ignorant are fearless, the last complete illusion in this world is already gone! "This Zheng family's ancient practices are extremely repulsive. We have already formed a team of experts. When the time comes, we will appraise the items and tear off their ugly faces." This was a stern criticism from a team of experts in the evening newspaper of Yang Cheng.

"Who knows? We are all looking forward to it. From China's perspective, we obviously hope that it's true, and of course, what we care more about is if it's true, then where should this national treasure go? " Some people are even more intoxicated than others.