The Road to Slaying God

When Zhang Yang came out of the room and stayed for a while, the empty streets were crowded with people when they came, and the traffic was so crowded. Obviously, before they came, they bought and bought to prevent accidents and blocked the entire street.

From here, Zhang Yang once again corrected the energy of Maimaiti in Xinjiang.

No wonder people like Azer are also willing to pledge allegiance to Maimao. They have to say that Maimai's status in Xinjiang has been rooted in people's hearts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at Azer, and just as Azer looked at him, the two eyes met.

"I'm sorry!" Azer said a word.

"It's okay, everyone has a secret, everyone has a problem, no matter what happens, we are all brothers!" Zhang Yang stared at Azer's eyes.

"Yes, brother!"

What is brother?

In rivers and lakes, brothers are able to give their backs to each other assuredly. Brothers share the same pains and sorrows, and brothers take the lead in righteousness.

For the word "brother", it has been interpreted in China for thousands of years. The true brother is the one who has no regrets, the obscurity of support, the trust, and the surname and habit created by the iron and blood of rivers and lakes!

Of course, the brothers also betrayed, betrayed, and friends of wine and meat!

No matter how much betrayal and how dark, the word "brother" is always positive. A man, a normal man, if there are no brother-like friends in his life, then he is a failed man.

Real men will not lack brothers in their lives. Brothers share joy and bear pain together. When there is no way out, the first person you think of is your brother!

Zhang Yang always thought that he had failed because he had no real friends. His only brother, Liu Biao, also made friends because of many accidental relationships. Therefore, Zhang Yang always valued the brother Aze.

There is a large Bazaar gathering place nearby. Although it is already three in the afternoon, there are still a lot of people. This is mainly related to the weather. Now it is winter and the time of Bazaar has been delayed with time.

Xuelian seemed to be very happy. She bought a lot of souvenirs, and the three of them were so tired that they had big bags. I have to say that I like shopping because it is a woman's surname.

"I said, Sister Xuelian, would you send these things to the general?"

Liu Biao lifted a hanging tapestry in his hand. Although this tapestry is exquisitely crafted, it is not a top quality product in terms of price or quality. Liu Biao is a bit confused. Why should I buy these cheap goods? There are raisins in the supermarket for a few dollars a pound ...

"I ... my dad's mean ... I don't understand ..." Xuelian, who was shopping happily, was suddenly flushed and weak by Liu Biao.

"Xuelian, don't listen to him. Although you choose them, these things are nothing here, but they are definitely rare in Yanjing. Your father knows people's psychology. What do you think the general is, he will Are you missing those valuable things? You can send these souvenirs and local crafts, although cheap, definitely better than sending famous tobacco and wine and valuables. "Zhang Yang said.

"Well, I think so too. When I was very young, I went to Yanjing to play with my elder brother, and I gave raisins to Uncle Staples. He liked to eat, and he also liked milk, and he also liked to drink. He also told me, next time Looking at him, we must bring him a wall blanket in Xinjiang, but I ca n’t think of it, but I do n’t know if they have n’t seen it for more than a decade, and they do n’t remember the little girl… ”Xuelian was a bit lost. With a tapestry in his hand.

"He definitely remembers you, you are so cute, huh, let's go, it's almost the same." Zhang Yang laughed. The girl's brain is too simple. Taking these gifts is more symbolic, no matter who it is, I will take these gifts to my heart. For superiors such as General Stammer, these are already outside things. When they reach their state, although we ca n’t say that they are not wanting, at least, these ordinary gadgets are difficult to enter. Their eyes.

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

When he got on the plane, Zhang Yang had to lament the power of Maimaiti in Xinjiang. He could get on the plane without security inspection. Even when he was on the plane, Aze's waist knife was still shaking in his hand ...

As the plane flew in the night sky, Zhang Yang suddenly felt nervous, similar to the taste of being timid in the hometown. However, Yanjing was not his hometown.

He has been looking forward to Yanjing for a long time.

Yanjing is his sacred place, because where is asleep his idol, a great man, a thinker, a philosopher, a calligrapher, a poet, a strategist ...

Zhang Yang's first two decades were cowardly, but the two people he admired were two extremes, one was the founding leader of China, and the other was the Nazi leader who killed many people at World War II.

The worship of the founding leaders originated from his magnificent poems, as well as the grand calligraphy, Zhang Yang was the person who wrote calligraphy, and naturally understood the majestic momentum of the flowing clouds and the mind hidden in the lines.

And the worship of Hitler originated from his ambition. Looking at the world, who has the courage to unite the world?

These two people, Zhang Yang's minds, are great people who have never been before and who have not come after!

Whether it is the founding leader of China or the spiritual pillar of the Nazis, there is no doubt that they are great men. Great men are not necessarily good people. However, great men are certainly not ordinary people. Their thoughts, his style, their thoughts, are all walking in the world. In front of them, their influence is definitely not a year or two, but hundreds of years, even thousands of years.

The real great man can affect thousands and millions of people. Only such a person is a real great man!

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

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

This is a problem that he has been avoiding, and a problem that he has never thought about. Now, he will put it on the table, and Zhang himself will not understand his feelings for Wang Yan. In those short days, he has always been lingering. .

I often think of that beautiful face in my dreams. Even, the thought of that face is far more than the thought of Xiao Yiran.

Zhang Yang can't distinguish his feelings all the time. It seems that his feelings are messy and he doesn't have a unique name. Zhang Yang doesn't understand why he feels this way. It seems that he never thought about paying for a certain girl.

Zhang Yang considers himself a selfish person. Therefore, Zhang Yang has been running away, constantly escaping, not seeing Xiao Yiran, not seeing Wang Yan, and even trying not to make contact with Xuelian and keep a distance.

This is a feeling that cannot be said.

It seems that all strange names are full of danger ...

In fact, Zhang Yang couldn't figure out himself. He didn't have confidence in his own determination. His strong inferiority complex always occupied his mind, no matter how many good memories he inherited. However, there was no inferiority of women in his bones. Improve, until now, he did not believe that he really established a relationship with Xiao Yiran, let alone Wang Yan really liked him.

Life is wonderful. I can't get it very much. When I really get it, I wonder if I got it.

Zhang Yang sighed, closed his eyes after touching the little silver fox on his body, and encountered emotional problems. Zhang Yang generally practiced meditation to put his mind into the empty state. This is the best Way to escape.

Immediately, Zhang Yang's thoughts entered a state of meditation.

Waves of vortex burst gather, then burst, re-gather, as if the universe had exploded, followed by continuous gathering and splitting, and the expansion of the magnificent meditation, first of all, he felt the little silver fox's head emitting a circle A circle of brain waves made Zhang Yang feel weird. The brain waves of the little silver fox are very powerful. You know, Zhang Yang has difficulty detecting human brain waves, and he can feel the brain waves of the silver fox. This shows that The small silver fox's brain structure is very special, and it can put brain waves outside.

No wonder the little silver fox can feel the call of his divine thought.

Between thoughts, the Little Silver Fox seemed to feel Zhang Yang's meditation, looked out of his head, and then shrank into his pocket to sleep. This is a problem that Zhang Yang can't figure out at all. Except for feeding, Little Silver Fox spends almost all of his time It is sleeping, as if it evolved in sleep. Sometimes, Zhang Yang really doubts whether the silver fox is a creature on earth, whether it is living habits or food.

Meditation spread ... I felt that Liu Biao was also practicing, closed his eyes, and a clear air flow was flowing around his thick limbs, and the muscles jumped with the air flow, as if countless lives were moving.

With a cold face, Azer looked at the night sky outside the window, and his long fingers stroked the cold blade.

Xuelian, Xuelian is unfastening the seat belt, then buckling, unbuttoning, and buckling again, seeming restless ...

(To be continued)