C58

Fuzhou City, Fujian. An old family member rushed into the courtyard. The middle-aged man was drinking tea at a small table in the bamboo forest when he heard someone rushing over: "There is good news so soon." He thought to himself, "The strength of this Zheng family is a threat to the imperial court and the seaside. I was only advocating for their recruitment so that I could remove the thorn in the surface of the sea from this card."

The butler dressed like a gentleman and said, "Master, something bad has happened. "He's back."

The middle-aged man took a sip of his tea and said, "Didn't you say that you need to change your mind in the palace? "What's wrong?"

The butler said, "Sir, Xia Zhilan has returned, and he's also …"

The middle-aged man, Xiong Wencai, felt that the butler's expression wasn't good and glared at him, saying, "Speak."

The housekeeper said, "Sir, General Xia Can has brought the handicapped soldiers back. They are currently outside the hall."

Xiong Wencai's teacup slipped and fell onto the concrete floor (you didn't see wrong, it was even sold by Wen Shousi, only not for military use, but to be used as a fake mountain courtyard). It was actually made of glass, and he angrily said, "What? He still dares to come back? Against an incomplete Quanzhou Gang, he still lost, does he still have the face to come back?"

The housekeeper said in a soft voice, "Xia Zhiben said that he was ambushed and had dumplings made for him. He also said that the brothers below had lost too much and needed to be paid for it."

Xiong Wencai was angered to the extreme. His official boots continued to trample on the broken pieces of glass on the ground. One of them was not good, "Aiyo!"

The butler rushed forward to support the one-legged Xiong Wenhua.

Some were angry, some were resentful — Liu Zhiqiang was displeased by the scene of Zheng Zilong's family reunion. He knocked on the table and said, "Lord Zheng."

Zheng Zilong quickly separated from his wife and children. Liu Zhiqiang looked at the crying child — Zheng successfully, now called Zheng Fusong. He was about the same age as him, holding a knife and looking at the steel mouth, it was still not a fake.

Liu Zhiqiang suddenly said to Zheng Song, "Little friend, how old are you? Are you still going to stay in your mother's arms and drink milk?!"

Zheng Fusong pushed himself off Tian Chuan's arms (Tian Chuan didn't stop him because he also felt that the child was very cute. The word "cute" hadn't come out yet and was referred to as "feeling" here). His knees lightly landed on the ground and Liu Zhiqiang laughed, "I can't tell, your teeth haven't even grown, but you've also learned a little cat martial arts. Your martial arts are from someone else!" The conversation between the two five-year-olds was supposed to be easy, but aside from Tian Chuan, everyone else was feeling nervous. Zheng Fang was afraid that Liu Zhiqiang would hurt Zheng Song, and Liu Zhiqiang was afraid that the leader would kill him because the kid was cute.

Zheng Fu Song wiped the corner of his eyes and said in a childish voice, "You only learned the kung fu skills of a three-legged cat? "You haven't even grown any hair (with some pirates), but you learn to talk like an adult and talk like I am.

Liu Zhiqiang used his hand to stop Zheng Zilong, who was about to shout to stop his son. He put down his small hand and said, "Un! I will teach you a few moves and also take you in as a lackey. In the future, I will command your father's men. How about it? " As he said the last few words, he looked at Zheng Chilong and his brother.

Until now, Tian Chuan somewhat understood that the people around them were clearly in a strong position, and they weren't here to save their family. The husband was very afraid of this boy, who sounded like he wanted to carry his son back, but he gave his husband a look to stop him. He couldn't help but rub the hem of his Han suit (he had changed it since coming to the Jin Men).

Liu Zhiqiang took the knife from the list on the side and said to Zheng Fusong, "Come! "Little friend, let's compare our moves."

Zheng Fusong turned around to look at his parents and second uncle. Seeing him act this way, Liu Zhiqiang mocked him, "What, do you want your mother's milk?"

Zheng Fusong turned around, his small, immature face revealed a heroic expression as he muttered, "If you want to court death, I'll grant your wish." With both hands holding the saber, Liu Zhiqiang hacked towards Liu Zhiqiang. Liu Zhiqiang used one hand to make a knife and gently pushed Liu Zhiqiang to the side. He then kicked Fu Song, who had overexerted himself, to the side.

Zheng Fusong was born into a Japanese family, and at the age of three, he was taught how to operate acupuncture points by the Zheng brothers. Although he was a beginner of the orthodox profound arts, but even so, he was still able to stand out among the children. His blade strike just now, according to common sense, would scare most children, and his mother would not allow him to play with other children while he was not practicing his sabresmanship.

Liu Zhiqiang smiled and said, "Little friend, why?! You still haven't stopped drinking milk!"

Zheng Fusong gritted his teeth as he heard the sarcasm in his childish voice and started chopping with his saber. Some of them had Chinese and Japanese sabresmanship while others were random chops.

Liu Zhiqiang leisurely used one hand to block the blade while looking at the future hero of a baby doll. Just the fact that he was able to chop people with a knife when he was young was indeed extraordinary (Zheng Fusong was extraordinary in front of him, but Liu Zhiqiang was a monster).

Liu Zhiqiang saw that the little kid didn't have any moves left, so he took Zheng Fusong's knife from him. He lifted it with one hand and handed the two blades to the back of his other hand.

Zheng Chi-Long said, "High Priestess, my son has offended many people. Please show mercy."

Liu Zhiqiang gently put down Zheng Fusong. Zheng Fusong rubbed his throat in pain. Liu Zhiqiang said to him, "How about it? Are you convinced? Do you want to be my follower? I'll teach you some skills."

Although Zheng Fusong didn't know what he meant by calling himself 'I'm here,' he still knew the gist of it. This was quite an amazing thing among children. He said, "What's there to be proud of? I have my father and uncle teaching me. Their martial arts are much better than yours."

As Liu Zhiqiang listened to the innocent child's voice, he thought to himself, "That's exactly what I was waiting for." "Is that so?" If my skills surpass your father's and uncle's, would you be willing to be my follower? "

Zheng Fu Song rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "He and I are both children, how can we win against adults? Moreover, mother always said that father is the most dangerous hero." If you defeat my father and uncle, I will definitely learn kung fu from you. "

Liu Zhiqiang smiled and said to the Zheng brothers, "Zheng, come on! Come down and play a few moves. You two brothers can go up together! " After saying that, he signaled the two soldiers in bright military uniforms.

Liu Zhiqiang thought that these soldiers were part of the Heavenly Valve Army, one of them reported by Liu Zhiqiang that his martial arts skills were extremely high, and he and Xia Yuanyi confirmed that he was one of the three prodigies back then, but why did he hide his identity from the Fujian Ming army, Xia Yuanyi did not know.

Zheng Zilong took a long sword from the hands of these people with a helpless look on his face, Zheng Zhihu was very angry, he took the long sword and shouted to Liu Zhiqiang, "Last time we fought, but they were not at the pinnacle. Now we are here to fight, if I don't win, my brother will fight with you." He thought to himself: This person's kung fu is strange and unheard-of, but if Big Bro sees the situation clearly, he will definitely be able to control the bandit leader by seven inches and force him to return to the high ranking officials.