Three Hundred and Six, the Qing Family Changed Hands

The mountain in the 111 barrier is called Ginkgo Mountain. In autumn, the mountain is golden. However, in winter, the ginkgo leaves fall to the valley, leaving only withered branches.

The prosperity ended, and it was crushed into mud.

Qing Zhen stood in place and looked at the withered scene in the valley, and suddenly smiled and said, "It's a pity."

These are probably the three words Qing Zhen likes to say the most.

Secretary Zhou frowned and said, "Come here, take off Qing Zhen's shoes and escort him to Ginkgo Mountain!"

Seeing that the soldiers responsible for the martial law on Ginkgo Mountain Road had not moved, Secretary Zhou became angry: "How dare you disobey the order."

However, the two soldiers still did not move, as if they couldn't bear to do such a thing.

Qing Zhen looked at the younger soldier with a smile and said, "I remember you. Your name is Zhang Yuge. You used to be one of my soldiers. You made great contributions when you killed the Pyro Company."

The soldier named Zhang Yuge became excited, he stood up straight and shouted: "Zhang Yuge of the Fifth Combat Brigade, I didn't expect you to remember me."

Qing Zhen turned his head to look at another soldier and said with a smile, "Your name is Wang Hang, and you are also my soldier. Is your mother feeling better?"

Wang Hang's eyes turned red immediately: "Thank you sir, I didn't expect you to think about such a small matter."

Qing Zhen sighed to Secretary Zhou: "These are elite soldiers and strong generals. They were supposed to fight outside, but because of me, they were tied up here to be used as watchdogs. It's a pity. Don't embarrass them, I will do it myself."

Secretary Zhou said coldly behind Qing Zhen: "Do you know that there are no shadows like you in the history of the Qing Clan, they all bowed their heads!"

Qing Zhen smiled: "But I am Qing Zhen."

As if the word "Qingzhen" should have some kind of magical power, pride is born from the bones, and it will never bow to all difficulties.

With that said, Qing Zhen took off his shoes and socks, and walked step by step towards the mountain where all the ginkgo leaves were withered.

The cold winter wind howled across the mountain road, and the ground was as cold as a knife.

However, others couldn't see the pain and frustration on Qing Zhen's face. Qing Zhen walked for a while and suddenly pointed to a mountain depression and said, "When I was young, Luo Lan and I played in the mud there, and the stream was very cold at that time, so we put the stolen persimmons in ice, and they were delicious after a while.

At that time, Qingyun was still following us, but he seemed to hate me since he was a child. "

Secretary Zhou remained silent. No one expected that Qing Zhen would be so carefree when his death was imminent.

"But there is a secret whistle there now, let's not let it pass," Qing Zhen said with a smile.

Suddenly blood sprayed from the sky, and Qing Zhen's white soles stepped on the thin snow, leaving a row of footprints on the mountain road.

At first the snow was white, and the footprints were black, revealing the ground below as soon as one stepped down.

Secretary Zhou shouted in the wind and snow behind him: "Have you thought about it yet!"

The snow gradually thickened, but Qing Zhen turned a deaf ear to it.

As I walked, red footprints were left on the snow on the mountain road.

Walking up this step by step, it seemed as if there would never be an end in sight, but Qing Zhen's body was still upright.

When Qingzhen passed by, the soldiers at the sentry on the road all turned sideways and looked out of the mountain.

As he walked, Qing Zhen's feet were numb, and he couldn't remember how far he had walked.

Every step you take is like thinking.

Secretary Zhou suddenly asked from the side: "Why did you withdraw your troops last night and pit Yang?"

"Oh, what are you talking about," Qing Zhen said with a smile.

"At that time, Qing Yi clearly hadn't taken over the military power, and you clearly knew that Luo Lan was still in the Yang family." Secretary Zhou frowned and said, "Now the Yang family must have arrested Luo Lan. Now that many people know that you have been recalled to the 111 barrier, they will probably think that it was an order from Qing Yi."

Qing Zhen smiled and said, "Because I knew you would come to arrest me."

"What's the meaning?"

"When our father was leaving, he insisted on being called to Luo Lan's side, saying that he would protect me, but you also know him," Qing Zhen said happily, "He can eat and sleep, but he can't be reckless. I don't need him to protect me. It's not bad for me to protect him."

"So you asked Mrs. Yang to arrest him?" Secretary Zhou frowned. He didn't know the logic behind it. He had to say that Qing Zhen always planned more things than others.

"Don't let anyone arrest him. He may have rushed to Ginkgo Mountain to fight the old men desperately." Qing Zhen sighed, "Mr. Yang will not kill him. A fat man who is alive is more valuable than a fat man who is dead. Before he takes out enough valuable things from him, Mrs. Yang will not kill him. It is better than rushing back."

"But I will kill him in the future," Secretary Zhou said calmly.

"I've already prepared a retreat for him," Qing Zhen said.

So Qing Zhen tore up the covenant with the Yang family not for anything else, but to keep Luo Lan inside the No. 88 barrier and prevent him from coming back to die.

Because, even Qing Zhen was not sure that he would survive today.

Qing Zhen stood on the edge of the winding mountain road with his bare feet. He looked at the snow falling outside: "That idiot Luo Lan, if I died today, he would cry very sadly. Our dead father always said that a family must be kind, and only when there is a family."

Secretary Zhou asked: "Then why do you still go against the wishes of Patriarch Qing?"

Qing Zhen looked at Yuanshan, as if he had figured something out, and said, "Now that I think about it, our family is just me and Luo Lan, and the others are not counted."

At this time, Qing Zhen turned his head and looked forward, suddenly smiled and said, "I didn't notice, it's almost here! Let's go!"

Qing Zhen walked in front, and Secretary Zhou asked loudly again: "The deadline is approaching, have you thought about it yet?"

Heavy snow fell and the mountain wind howled.

Qing Zhen said softly in the wind and snow: "Think it over."

In front of him was the Qing family's villa on the mountainside of Ginkgo Mountain, and the place was still brightly lit. Qing Zhen stood outside the vermilion gate and said with a smile: "Thinking about it, it seems that I haven't been here a few times."

Secretary Zhou escorted him into the hall. Qing Zhen's feet left bloodstains on the clean and luxurious marble floor. The servants in the hall were silent, and no one dared to wipe off the bloodstains.

Qing Zhen walked inside, the door of the conference room was already open, and members of the Qing Clan's bureau were all sitting inside.

Qing Zhen walked through the long corridor, and then through the long hallway, walking alone, and everyone behind him followed from a distance.

Suddenly someone felt that Qing Zhen's back was straight up until this moment, never bent.

When Qing Zhen walked into the conference room, he went straight to the end of the conference table and sat down.

There was no one beside Qing Zhen, and all the members of the presidium were sitting on the other side of him, as if he was fighting against the entire Qing family.

The old man at the head said calmly: "Do you know your mistake?"

Qing Zhen also said calmly, "What's wrong?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, he never expected that Qing Zhen would not be able to bow his head even after walking up the 21-kilometer mountain road.

"Murdering and seizing power, raising an army privately, disobedience and disrespect," the old man said, "These counts can put you to death."

Qing Zhen asked, "Must I die?"

"If you don't die, I feel uneasy."

These words are the voice of everyone in the Qing Clan's presidium, and now that shadow who disregards the rules makes them afraid.

They had never been so afraid of a shadow, so the shadow must die.

...

At this time, Qing Zhen's troops had already been disbanded, some were organized into various combat sequences and began to be tamed at the grassroots level, and some stubborn ones were chained in the barriers and handled like dogs. Qing Zhen's influence in the army seemed to have been weakened to the point that it was as light as a hair.

Luo Lan was placed under house arrest in Fortress 88.

It seemed that Qing Zhen had lost his last support.

So when Tu Qiong saw him, the Qing Clan's presidium had the chance to win and insisted on putting Qing Zhen to death.

Qing Zhen got up and walked to the edge of the meeting room with bare feet, someone shouted angrily: "Qing Zhen, how dare you be rampant at this time!"

But Qing Zhen suddenly turned his head and asked Secretary Zhou loudly: "Zhou Qi, I've already thought about it, have you thought about it yet?"

On the 21-kilometer mountain road, Secretary Zhou asked loudly twice, but now it was Qing Zhen who asked back.

The mountains and rivers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are magnificent, and the sky and the earth are lofty!

He doesn't want to be a shadow anymore.

He wants to be the master of the Qing family.

Breaking the wind and breaking the mountains and rivers, if you don't turn around, you won't return!

Qing Zhen asked loudly again: "Have you thought it over yet?"

Secretary Zhou smiled: "I would like to serve you."

At some point, Secretary Zhou, who stood behind the old man, pinched a stream out of nothingness. The transparent stream seemed to emerge out of nothing, and flowed to the necks of each of the presidium members.

Someone's exclamation alarmed the security personnel outside the conference room, but Secretary Zhou had been prepared for it. The clear stream split again and flew out through the thick solid wood door of the conference room. Only the screams outside were heard one after another, and there was no sound after a while.

Intensive gunshots also sounded on the mountainside, which should be a fierce battle.

The soldier named Zhang Yuge at the foot of the mountain suddenly shouted: "Everyone, today is the day to make meritorious deeds!"

While speaking, a group of soldiers suddenly emerged from the mountains. Although they rushed up together, the blood shed during the battle actually flowed down the mountain road, melting the thin snow.

In the 111 barrier, the sewer manhole cover was suddenly lifted, and black troops rushed to all the important military positions in the barrier.

When they had an encounter with the regular army of the barrier, the black army was extremely brave and fearless of death!

A black-clothed soldier slowly sat down on the ground after being shot. Some comrades wanted to help him up. He held his teammate and smiled and said, "It's finally today. Go and leave me alone and tell the officer that we have waited too long!"

...

Secretary Zhou smiled at Qing Zhen: "You don't let Luo Lan come back, are you worried about me? We are friends who played mud together when we were young. It makes me sad."

On the mountainside, Qing Zhen said that he and Luo Lan had played with mud and frozen persimmons by the stream, but what he didn't say was that Zhou Qi was among those children.

Many people think that Secretary Zhou regards Qing Zhen as a thorn in his side, which is why the Qing Presidium likes to use Secretary Zhou to target Qing Zhen.

But Qing Zhen and Zhou Qi have never been at odds. A few years ago, they had an idea to change the world.

Qing Zhen was questioned by Zhou Qi, and he also smiled: "I'm really worried about you, after all, a fortune teller told you that you have rebellious bones in the back of your head when you were young."

Zhou Qi was so choked that he said, "Fuck the shit!"

Secretary Zhou, who used to look gentle, is not gentle at all.

The old man in the conference room said coldly: "Aren't you afraid that Qing Yi will raise his troops to come back and kill you?"

Qing Zhen said: "Coincidentally, Qing Yi is also mine."

"What should we do now?" Zhou Qi asked, "This has already been reversed, and we can't leave future troubles."

Qing Zhen said: "Kill it, I wanted them to walk 21 kilometers on the snow, but now that I think about it, there is no need to get angry with them."

A winner must have the bearing of a winner.

As soon as the words fell, the "water rope" around the necks of each of the presidium members suddenly tightened, like the shackles of death.

Zhou Qi looked at Qing Zhen who was in a daze by the window and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Qing Zhen came back to his senses: "Oh, I was thinking, maybe I won't have time to plant flowers in the future."

Listening to the gunshots on the mountainside, Zhou Qi adjusted his glasses and said, "Pure sex."

None of the members of the presidium died immediately. They wanted to tear off the rope around their necks, but they found that the means of the extraordinary were not something they could contend with. The stream was like a steel cable.

The loser is the bandit, the winner becomes the king!

The Qing family has changed hands.

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Big chapter here.

The most fearful thing about writing a book is lack of passion, forgetting the original intention, and losing the desire to talk.

I am also afraid.

But when I was writing this book, I suddenly found the passion I had when I first wrote the novel, and put in too much effort. I like this story so much.