The Road to Slaying God

When Zhang Yang and his group came out of the room, they were stunned. The streets that were empty when they came were now full of people and bustling with traffic. Obviously, before they came, Maimaiti blocked the entire street for fear of an accident.

From here, Zhang Yang once again improved Maimaiti's power in Xinjiang Province.

No wonder people like Aze are willing to serve Maimaiti. It has to be said that Maimaiti's status in Xinjiang Province has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at Aze, and coincidentally, Aze also glanced at him, and their eyes met.

"I'm sorry!" Aze said every word.

"It's okay, everyone has secrets, everyone has problems, no matter what happens, we are all brothers!" Zhang Yang stared into Aze's eyes.

"Yes, brother!"

What is a brother?

In Jianghu, brothers are able to trust each other's back, brothers share joys and sorrows, and brothers are loyal.

The word "brother" has been used in China for thousands of years. A true brother is a person who gives without regrets, is an unknown support, is trust, and is a character and habit forged with the iron blood of the world!

Of course, brothers also have betrayals, betrayals, and fair-weather friends!

No matter how much betrayal and darkness there is, the word "brother" is always positive. A man, a normal man, if he does not have a few brotherly friends in his life, then he is a failed man.

A real man will never lack brothers in his life. Brothers share joy and bear pain together. When you are desperate, the first person you think of must be your brother!

Zhang Yang has always thought that his life has been a failure because he has no real friends. His only brother Liu Biao was also acquainted with him through many accidental relationships. Therefore, Zhang Yang has always valued his brother Aze.

There is a large bazaar gathering place nearby. Although it is already three o'clock in the afternoon, there are still a lot of people. This is mainly related to the weather. It is winter now, and the time of the bazaar has been delayed accordingly.

Xuelian seemed to be very happy and bought a lot of souvenirs. The three of them were so tired that they were all carrying big and small bags. It must be said that it is a woman's nature to like shopping.

"Sister Xuelian, are you just giving these things to the general?"

Liu Biao depressedly raised a tapestry in his hand. Although this tapestry was exquisitely made, it was not top-grade in terms of price or quality. Liu Biao was a little confused as to why he should buy these cheap goods. , raisins are available in supermarkets for a few dollars a pound...

"I... what my dad means... I don't understand either..." Xue Lian, who was happily shopping, suddenly turned red when Liu Biao said it and said weakly.

"Xuelian, don't listen to him. Just make your choice. These things are nothing here, but they are definitely rare things in Yanjing. Your father understands people's psychology very well. What do you think of the general's identity? Lack of those expensive things? You can give these local specialties and local handicrafts. Although they are cheap, they will definitely have a much better effect than giving famous cigarettes, wines and valuables." Zhang Yang said.

"Yeah, I think so too. When I was very young, I went to Yanjing with my brother and gave Uncle Stuttering raisins. He liked eating them very much, and he also liked drinking kumiss. He also told me that next time Look at him, I must bring him a tapestry from Xinjiang Province, but I didn’t expect that this farewell, even though I haven’t seen it for more than ten years, I don’t know if they still remember the little girl back then..." Xuelian played with a little disappointed Tapestry in hand.

"He must remember you, you are so cute, haha, let's go, that's about it." Zhang Yang said with a smile. Girls' brains are too simple. Bringing these gifts is more of a symbolic meaning. No matter who it is, it doesn't matter who it is. They will take these gifts very seriously. For high-ranking people like General Stuttering, these are already external possessions. When they reach their level, although it cannot be said that they have no desires or desires, at least these ordinary things are difficult to get into. Their discernment.

What surprised Zhang Yang was the efficiency of Maimaiti. That night, they were sent to the airport in a nearby city and boarded a direct flight to Yanjing.

After getting on the plane, Zhang Yang had to lament the power of Maimaiti in Xinjiang Province. He was able to get on the plane without security check. In fact, when he got on the plane, Aze's waist knife was still dangling in his hand...

The plane was flying in the night sky, and Zhang Yang suddenly felt nervous, akin to feeling shy about being close to home. However, Yanjing was not his hometown.

He has always been looking forward to going to Yanjing.

Yanjing is his holy place, because there sleeps one of his idols, a great man, a thinker, a philosopher, a calligrapher, a poet, a strategist...

For more than 20 years, Zhang Yang was a cowardly person, but the two people he admired were at opposite ends of the spectrum. One was the founding leader of China, and the other was the Nazi leader who killed many people during World War II.

The admiration for the founding leader stems from his powerful poetry and majestic calligraphy. Zhang Yang is a calligrapher, so he can naturally understand the majestic momentum of the flowing clouds and the heart hidden in the words.

The worship of Hitler stems from his ambition. Looking around the world, who has the courage to unify the world?

These two people, in Zhang Yang's mind, are great figures who have never been seen before and never come after them!

Whether they are the founding leaders of China or the spiritual pillars of the Nazis, there is no doubt that they are all great men. Great men are not necessarily good men, but great men are certainly not ordinary people. Their ideas, their styles, and their thoughts are all in the world. In the future, their influence will definitely not be a year or two, but hundreds, or even thousands of years.

A truly great man can influence hundreds of millions of people. Only such a man is a true great man!

Of course, in addition to the greatest man in modern Chinese history, Zhang Yang is also fascinated by the Great Wall that stretches for thousands of miles and the Forbidden City, which has accumulated thousands of years of Chinese culture.

Vaguely, Zhang Yang felt that there was still a trace of concern in his heart, concern for Yanjing...

This is a question that he has been avoiding, and it is also a question that he has never thought about. Now, it will be put on the table. Zhang Yang himself can't figure out his feelings for Wang Yan. Those short days of life have always been lingering. .

I often think of that charming face in my dreams, and even miss that face far more than I miss Xiao Yiran.

Zhang Yang has never been able to distinguish his feelings. It seems that his feelings are very messy and not specific. Zhang Yang doesn't understand why he feels this way. It seems that he has never thought about investing in a certain girl.

Zhang Yang thinks that he is a selfish person, so Zhang Yang has been evading, constantly evading, not seeing Xiao Yiran, not seeing Wang Yan, and even trying not to have contact with Xuelian and keeping a distance.

It's a feeling that can't be put into words.

It seems that all people with different surnames are full of danger...

In fact, Zhang Yang himself couldn't figure it out. He had no confidence in his own determination, and a strong sense of inferiority always occupied his mind. No matter how many excellent memories he inherited, he still had no inferiority complex in the face of women. Improvement, until now, he still doesn't believe that he has really established a relationship with Xiao Yiran, and he is not sure that Wang Yan really has a crush on him.

Life is very strange. You want to get what you can't get, but when you really get it, you doubt whether you got it.

Zhang Yang sighed, touched the little silver fox on his body and closed his eyes. When encountering emotional problems, Zhang Yang usually practices meditation to let his mind enter a state of emptiness. This is the best way. A way to escape.

Immediately, Zhang Yang's mind entered a meditative state.

Wave after wave of vortexes exploded and gathered, exploded, and gathered again, like a cosmic explosion. Following the continuous gathering and splitting, Zhang Yang's meditation expanded. First, he felt a circle of energy emitted from the little silver fox's head. A circle of brain waves, what makes Zhang Yang feel weird is that the little silver fox's brain waves are very powerful. You know, it is difficult for Zhang Yang to detect human brain waves, but he can feel the silver fox's brain waves, which shows that, The little silver fox's brain structure is very special and can emit brain waves.

No wonder the little silver fox could feel the call of his divine mind.

While thinking, the little silver fox seemed to sense Zhang Yang's meditation. He stuck his head out to look around for a while, then retracted into his pocket and fell asleep. This was a problem that Zhang Yang could not figure out. Apart from looking for food, the little silver fox spent almost all the time. It is sleeping, as if it is evolving in sleep. Sometimes, Zhang Yang really doubts whether the silver fox is a creature on the earth. Both its living habits and food are so special.

Meditation spread... I felt that Liu Biao was also practicing. With his eyes closed, a clear air flow circulated in his thick limbs. The muscles jumped following the air flow, as if countless lives were in motion.

Aze had a stern face, looking at the night sky outside the window, stroking the cold blade with his slender fingers.

Xuelian, Xuelian was unbuckling her seat belt, then buckling it, unbuckling it, and buckling it again. She seemed restless...

(To be continued)