"I was not in good health. I got sick last month and couldn't even get out of bed. Manager Ran asked people everywhere and invited famous doctors from Gongzhou Prefecture to come for treatment. It only took two days to improve." Gouzi looked at Changsun Hong's face and whispered: "The Master is old and his age is over. I guess... it's probably the past two months."

He did not explain what was going to happen in the past two months, but Changsun Hong understood that he was talking about Master Zhou's death.

I felt heavy. Although I had known that there would be such a day, when this day really came, I would feel a lot of reluctance.

The mist blurred his vision, Changsun Hong turned around and prevented others from seeing his weak side.

In Shimenfan, no matter how hard or tired he was, he was chased by barbarians several times when he first came here, hiding from places to places, without food or water to drink, and he did not shed a single tear.

He has maintained a strong man's image for many years.

But Master Zhou was always the softest piece of flesh in his heart.

The white-bearded pedan, impulsive and hot-hearted when he was young, was still persistent and stubborn when he was old. He was passionate about the Song Dynasty and was unswerving to death. He also helped Changsun Hong, the younger generation, and even asked for Wei Leweng's recommendation letter with a thick face. This alone is the great kindness that many scholars dream of but cannot get.

So for Changsun Hong, Master Zhou Lang is not only a teacher who preaches and learns knowledge and answers doubts, but also like an old friend, a senior, and a guide who is pleased to watch the younger generation grow up.

"In the years when Master was in Shimenfan, he suffered a lot with us. The mountains were damp and poor in conditions. He was old and he was old. This disease was mostly caused by it at that time." Changsun Hong whispered guiltily, with a full face of blame: "It's all my fault. I should stop him and prevent him from coming."

"Erlang, you can't blame you." Dogzi comforted him: "I know you are in a wild place, Master is worried and insisted on coming over to see. His temperament is not something you can stop."

Changsun Hong shook his head: "It's my fault. If he just comes over and leaves, he will definitely not get sick. It is me who said he wants to open a college here. If he lacks a teacher and professor, he will stay in the hospital. In any case, I am sorry to him."

"I don't think it is necessary. Erlang, the Master often mentioned this time. The time he taught the barbarian in Shimenfan was a very meaningful few years in his life. He said that spreading knowledge, teaching the Tao and solving doubts is the duty of a scholar. Being able to save a barbarian who disrespected the kingly way is a fortune and has immeasurable merits." said Gouzi.

Changsun Hong stood up and sighed: "There are many literati and fewer pretentious drinkers. The Master's feelings are as noble as famous mountains and rivers, and I can't wait!"

He walked a few steps and said, "When things get out of here for a few days, I have to go back and see. The Master treats me well. No matter what, I will meet him for the last time."

The dog looked at him and nodded, "I'll arrange it. After so long, your appearance has changed. People in the yamen may not recognize you when they are face to face."

"There is a mess outside, and the shadows caused by the Mongolians are much greater than those of me, the wanted criminal who makes a big fuss in Gongzhou prison." Changsun Hong smiled and held the dog's shoulder intimately: "The officials in the yamen have also changed a few rounds, and it should be less risky to go back. I want to go to the school ground to practice my skills. Will you go?"

"Go! Of course you have to go!" Gouzi's eyes lit up and he kept nodding: "I said, Erlang, I have been a shopkeeper in Ruifuxiang for ten years. Should I change it... Alas, hey, don't go so fast, wait for me!"

Changsun Hong put his hands down from the dog's shoulders, and the wind blew under his feet, and he walked quickly. The dog was angrily chasing behind him.

The so-called schoolyard is actually an open space in the mountains.

The barbarians waved their long swords and sharp axes and chopped a piece of land in the densely-wooded Huiwu County valley. The trees cut down were not wasted, and countless sheds were built around the open space, covered with banana leaves, so that they could shelter from wind and rain.

Around the valley, there were wooden enemy towers standing up, and leather-armored barbarians guarded and patrolled, looking at each other very seriously.

If you look carefully, you will find that whether the building of houses or the erecting of Muzhai is in particular, there are old rows of houses along the edge of the valley. There are trenches on the outside, and sharp branches in the trenches are inserted all over the ground. People fall into it basically dies. The enemy building is erected on a high place, standing on top and watching, with almost no dead corners, and the entrances and exits of the valley are all in the field of view. The sheds and houses built are concentrated in a corner of the valley, and they are backed by the mountains. When the enemy attacks, they can fight back to the mountains. They can't resist. If they climb over the mountains, they are rainforests, and they hide in them, and even tens of thousands of gods cannot find them.

The planning is very detailed and perfect.

In the open space, teams of leather-armored barbarians were practicing. The officers wearing helmets shouted commands while practicing with the soldiers.

The shouts were shaking the sky, and the swords and guns were dazzling.

Being in it, a surging passion of a man bleeding and sweating can infect the most dullest people.

The dog was ignited instantly, and he became excited and danced.

"Erlang, I can't stand it anymore. I won't go back anymore. I want to stay!" He shouted almost out of control, staring at the barbarians' trained queue, and kept shouting: "I'm not a businessman anymore, I want to join the army!"

"Oh? Join the army?" Changsun Hong glanced at him squintedly, disagreed: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, it depends on whether you are qualified."

"No problem, how do you want to take the test for me?" Gouzi was overjoyed, and Changsun Hong let go. This was the first time he had begged him countless times, so he rolled up his sleeves and was eager to try.

Changsun Hong looked around and pointed in one direction: "First, let's have the most basic introductory competition in Shimenfan-------Try your strength. There are stone locks over there, one for one hundred kilograms, you can hold one for one with one hand and lift it ten times, and you can't pause in the middle."

The dog's expression changed slightly, but he did not admit defeat. He walked over and spitted in the palm of his hands, calmed down, shouted loudly, grabbed a stone lock with one hand, and raised it up.

Jiulong Angde followed Changsun Hong, smiled and said to Changsun Hong in a low voice: "Sir, Shopkeeper Li is not a barbarian. His strength is worse, so he will not be injured, right?"

"No, he should be able to deal with it. In recent years, he has traveled around the world. My second uncle has practiced the martial arts he taught him every day without pulling it down. Just watch it." Changsun Hong said with a smile.

Kowloon Ang De said nothing and looked at it with a smile.

The dog raised his arms ten times in one breath, and almost lost his strength. The barbarians who were training on the school ground looked at this side curiously. The officers then scolded and all their faces fell back.

"How? Are you tired?" Changsun Hong asked with a smile: "This is the entry exam for the Shimen Fan Barbarian Army. If you want to join the army, you have to pass this level first. If you are weak, you can only go back to farm."

"No, no tired at all." Dogzi bent his arms in front of Changsun Hong, showing off his bulging biceps: "Can I stay?"

"It's early, how could my Shimenfan soldiers join the army by just being strong?" Changsun Hong smiled wickedly and pointed to the empty field: "Around this land, run twenty laps, and I count a hundred times, you must run a lap, and you can't wait for a breath."

He looked up at the sun in the sky and nodded to the dog with wide eyes: "Go to start."

Gouzi held his breath and wanted to ask why he had to take the strange project of running as a soldier but didn't dare to ask. It would be bad if Changsun Hong used this as an excuse to say that he did not have the sincerity of joining the army. So he kept his head tightly on his feet and ran away without saying a word.

Seeing that the dog started running around under the noses of thousands of barbarian soldiers, Jiulong Ande couldn't help it anymore. He hesitated for a long time before he leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Sir, twenty laps, our recruits have been practicing for two months before they can barely meet the standard. Manager Li has never practiced before, can it be done?"

"Of course not." Changsun Hong said confidently: "If he can run as fast as I said, then we have trained soldiers to the dog?"

"Why..." Kowloon Ande was confused.

"Let him give up." Changsun Hong smiled wickedly, as sinister as if he was planning a secret room: "He is here to join the army, who will do the trouble over there?"
Chapter completed!