Ming dynasty grand dude

Fuxi, branch of Bailian.

A more hidden one, but also the biggest one.

Compared with Li Fuda's northern rebel family, the Fuxi clan gave up their dream of fighting for the world very early on.

After they were initially dispersed, they took on different names and were active in the Jiangnan area.

Constantly testing Daming's bottom line, while developing his own followers.

Although many branches were wiped out, others survived.

In the end, Fuxi managed to hide his name and became the largest branch of Jiangnan white lotus.

This way of branching out requires great ability and perseverance, and this "Fuxi" lost two legs in the process.

"Old Ancestor, you are also my predecessor, Bailian."

Li Fuda lowered his head slightly, he didn't dare to be big or move his mind in front of this ancestor.

It's very simple, he is very aware of these old things who can survive being chased and killed from the rivers and lakes to the temple...

How terrible it is!

"You said, if the current trend..."

Li Fuda paused, then slowly raised his head and said softly, "Can my Bailian survive?!"

The old monk Fuxi's face remained unchanged, and he still had that warm smile.

"So, the poor monk is no longer Bailian. After the poor monk, Fuxi has nothing to do with Bailian."

As soon as Fuxi said this, Li Fuda's face changed slightly.

He never expected that this old monk Fuxi would be so decisive!

Apparently, he had already made preparations to erase the names of himself and Fuxi's lineage Bailian.

Only Fuxi is left, and there is no Bailian Fuxi.

"Are you really a factory guard for a living?!"

Li Fuda looked at the old monk Fuxi with a wry smile and said, "They will let Fuxi's lineage go so easily?!"

"Of course the poor monk doesn't think so, so didn't I see you?!"

When the old monk Fuxi said this, he paused slightly and said softly, "Mr. Regret Chi."

With this sentence "Mr. Regret", Fuxi very straightforwardly explained one thing that he has already found out Li Fuda's background!

Few people knew Li Fuda's handwriting, and there were only a few people when Wang Zhi gave it to him.

The few who can know Li Fuda's name are also high-level officials in the factory guard.

But now, the old monk Fuxi said it very straightforwardly!

"I'm ashamed, I regret it too late, but I hope it's not too late."

Li Fuda is also a person who has fought in life and death, and he is not so easy to cheat.

If someone else was not sure, they would have to reveal their secrets, but Li Fuda still had a calm expression on his face.

With a slight smile, he bowed and said, "It's a great honor for Li to be in the ears of the ancestor!"

The answer to this sentence was watertight, neither saying it was true nor false, neither admitting nor denying it.

Just say you know, Li is very honored.

It was also with this sentence that the old monk Fuxi's cloudy eyes flashed a gleam of light.

Smiling but not half-slow, "It's worthy of raising troops many times, but never falling into it! Mr. Regret Chi is a good trick!"

"You can lead the south of the Yangtze River and extend Fuxi's lineage to the present... It is also a good way!"

The old monk Fuxi smiled, but didn't speak.

He just pointed at the novice next to him and said softly.

"Mingyu will do whatever you want, anything."

Li Fuda bowed slightly to pretend to be listening, he didn't think it was unconditional.

Sure enough, the Fuxi old monk immediately put forward his own conditions, "Poor monk, I want to see that Jade Chihu!"

Li Fuda smiled wryly, this old thing is really... amazing!

I can see the key point at a glance, and I realized the truth when I was still deeply involved in the capital.

However, this Fuxi patriarch had never seen a Jade Chihu in the Jiangnan area.

I have already figured out the doorway, this old fox...

"Jade Chihu is not in the south of the Yangtze River now. When we meet...you may have to enter the capital."

This is the truth, it is true that the young man did not come to Jiangnan.

The old monk Fuxi smiled slightly and said, "He will come."

"Now Mingyu can do things with you. The poor monk only asks that when the jade chi tiger comes... just allow the poor monk to visit."

Li Fuda cupped his hands, then slowly got up and said, "If so, Li can bring it."

"You also know that Li can't be the master of the young master."

The old monk Fuxi smiled slightly, opened his folded sleeves and took out a piece of white paper with a seal on it.

The writing on it was so weird that Li Fuda couldn't recognize it.

However, he subconsciously guessed that this thing is extremely weird!

It is very likely that the Jade Chihu will come to the south of the Yangtze River because of this, and really meet this old monk Fuxi.

If there is a knowledgeable person here, they will definitely kneel down on the spot when they see the insect and fish seal on it!

The above eight characters are "Ordered by the sky, life will last forever"!

That is to say, this old monk is actually holding the legendary Jade Seal of Chuanguo that was lost!

Even though Li Fuda didn't know what it meant, he still treasured this piece of paper and put it away...

"Father! Don't hesitate anymore! Whether my Zhou family can get back together depends on this time!"

Zhou Zijiang walked around in front of his father extremely anxiously, seeing his father's hesitant face almost kneel down.

It's no wonder his father hesitated, even though the Zhou family had the skills.

But in the final analysis, it was just his own son who was a martial arts scholar.

A fifth-rank civil servant could point at a third-rank military officer and scold him, but if he did what his son said...

Completely offend all the scholars, is that still a good thing? !

Lao Zhou thought more, especially when Zhou's family was in great trouble.

Don't look at taking advantage this time, when the time comes, the literati will form a group to fight back.

Where did his Zhou family hide? !

Once the emperor and the courtiers, his Zhou family is not a military duke like the British Duke.

"Son! I won't help you unless you are a father, but this week the whole line of the Zhou family has been a father for a year..."

Seeing his son jumping up and down, Lao Zhou was also very helpless.

"And those families are easy to get along with?! As a father, I know that there are many good hands hidden in many families!"

This is true, although those candidates are not good at themselves.

Those who may be admitted to Juren will naturally not have a bad brain.

After looking for those well-established Jiangyang thieves to support them, it became inevitable to help them kill someone occasionally.

This is also a deterrent to the Zhou family, to achieve a balance.

Don't do too much with each other, otherwise we will die together.

"Father! My son will certainly not push my Zhou family into a pit of fire, but there are some things my son has to say."

Zhou Zijiang was very helpless. What does it mean that the military asked them to lecture? !

It means that everyone from His Majesty to the National Defense Forces must do something!

It's just that they all have meritorious service in the army, so give them a chance.

If not, look at those wealthy families who are not in the Wehrmacht.

For example, the Lu family also has a family of martial arts.

However, after a few candidates were selected in the family examination, they were complacent and no longer considered the post of Wu Xun.

Now...their Lu family has become the first to be cleaned up, and the Zhou family is going to be the Lu family.

"Son, I can only tell you that this...is God's will!"

Zhou Zijiang gritted his teeth, and decided to say something after talking for a long time.

Who is Lao Zhou? !Able to run a large family and raise his son to be an old man who is quite a person in southern Henan and northern Hebei...

Is it easy to get along with each other? !

"You mean..."

Zhou Zijiang's expression changed, and he quickly said in a low voice, "My son didn't say anything!"

Hearing this, Lao Zhou quickly kept quiet and looked around.

He waved his hand to let his son come over, and said in a low voice after his son got close.

"What's the attitude of Young Master Zhang?! This is what a father needs to know!"

Zhou Zijiang was very puzzled, why did his father ask Zhang Xiaogong's attitude? !

Unless the young master is summoned, he will never go to the military headquarters.

As the chief instructor, he occasionally came to the military academy.

Most of the time he is in his Taolin thatched cottage, and he can be seen whenever he goes to see him.

"The old man and his son have met."

Seeing his father's solemn expression, Zhou Zijiang hesitated for a moment before speaking out.

These words really changed Lao Zhou's face, but he slowly leaned back on the chair.

After being silent for a while, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go to Liujiazhuang and call your fourth uncle and the others!"

"Fourth Uncle?! Fourth Uncle, aren't they..."

The fourth uncle was married, and the family almost had a quarrel over this matter.

In the end, he was removed from the genealogy, and he could not enter the ancestral grave after death.

At this time, almost all the disciples of the Zhou family took it as a warning, and it was proposed as a negative teaching material.

"That was arranged for Father."

But Lao Zhou let out a breath slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Tell you fourth uncle, just say I said it!"

"Whatever you want, he will cooperate with you!"

With that said, Lao Zhou turned around and walked to the tablet in the hall.

Shouted to Zhou Zijiang in a low voice, "Come here! Kowtow!"

Zhou Zijiang didn't dare to be negligent, he hurried forward and kowtowed several times with "Bang Bang Bang~".

Only then did Lao Zhou hold up the tablet with both hands, searched for it on the base, and opened it with a "click~".

Seeing that Lao Zhou took out a gun head, he pressed the base back and put it back on the tablet respectfully.

Dali bowed to the memorial tablet, "Bless the ancestors! The unworthy descendants are now using the guns of the ancestors!!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and handed the gun head to Zhou Zijiang.

Zhou Zijiang looked at the gun head curiously, and his father's words rang in his ears.

"This gun head is a token! Go!"

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