Chen Qiu didn't care either. He picked a female bird, and Shan Gui and Xiao Tie also picked one.

Crested eagle's bloodline is difficult to give birth.

But as long as the shell breaks out, the chick will be much tougher than the chicks of other birds. As long as the food keeps up and is nurtured with true qi, they can grow rapidly.

"Tomorrow morning, Xiao Tie and I will go to Weihai and take a boat to Liaodong."

Chen Qiu put the chicks in the palm of his hand and wrapped them with true energy. The little thing made a comfortable cry. After moving, he fell asleep again.

He said to the mountain ghost who had the same action:

"I'm also bothering my brother and escorting Qingqing to Luoyang along the way."

"I should have done this."

The mountain ghost responded, and the same sentence was still said back and forth.

The next morning, while Qingqing kept waving her hand, Chen Qiu and Xiao Tie rode a horse and said goodbye to Shan Gui and Qingqing, heading towards Weihai. Shan Gui and Qingqing had to head northwest to Jinan Prefecture and take a boat back to Luoyang.

I don’t know how long it will take to see you again after this long journey.

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In Jinan City, in the mansion of the Mansion, Zhao Lian, the Marquis of Wei, was sitting in the garden and drinking tea. He had just communicated with the mansion of the Jinan mansion and received the gift from the mansion of the man.

Marquis Wei was originally a general in command and a royal family member. He had just won a great victory in the Northern Dynasties, and it was the time to be proud.

When he came to Jinan, the imperial decree naturally treated him well.

But Marquis Wei was not willing to pay attention to the Jinan Prefecture Order.

Jinan Prefecture is the best place in Qi and Lu, and is very close to the territory of the Northern Dynasties. In recent years, this city can be as stable as it has to be secretly communicated with the Northern Dynasties.

It is said that this Jinan Prefecture Order sold refugees to the Northern Dynasties a few years ago. If it were in a peaceful era, such behavior would definitely lead to the family being confiscated and exterminated.

But now it is a chaotic era. The Jinan Prefecture Order did not surrender to the enemy openly and protected the people of a city, so it was not convenient for the Marquis of Wei to say more.

But as a soldier, he naturally looks down on such people.

Soon, a man in a long gown and a mask came to pay homage to Weihou.

Zhao Lian met him in the garden.

"Shifeng, you can drive away the evil troops of the Northern Dynasties this time and decide on Qilu in one battle. It depends on your full help."

Weihou held the tea bowl and said to the person in front of him with a smile:

"I want to recommend you a general. If you don't want to go to the battlefield again, you can also be an official in the army. In the future, I will also help me to take charge of Qilu to prevent the Northern Dynasties from coming, what about?"

"Mr. Thank you for your kindness."

The voice of the ghost book's life and death silence came from under the mask.

He clasped his fists to Weihou and saluted. In his movements, he could also see the terrible scars left by burns on his hands.

He said:

"But Shifeng is a non-city man, and a non-city man is a non-city man. In this life, he did not go to other places and even promised me to leave, but he did not live a life."

"Oh, I said at that time that if you want to leave, I will never stop you."

Weihou was not angry.

He put down the teacup, stood up, and said to Wu Shifeng:

"If you want to leave, just leave, just leave. I am sorry for your talent and strategy.

I also heard that when Qiu Buping died, he would want you to quell the big and small bandits in Qilu within ten years. Well, this is the saying of a stable country.

But Shifeng, you are leaving the mansion and have no help around you. Just going to suppress the bandits alone is probably a future that is unnamed and a waste of time."

Weihou touched the white beard and said to the ghost scholar:

"I know your loyalty and righteousness, and I will not persuade you to surrender.

Let me do this, I will give you the title of "Qilu Bandit Chief Suppression". I will recruit and exile in Qilu, and also give you weapons, food and supplies.

If there are still people from the army who are not good at home, I would like to leave with you, and I will not stop you.

Without bandits, the land of Qilu can be more stable. This is a favorable thing for the country and I will not stop it. Just to suppress the bandits, I must try my best to suppress them."

Zhao Lian turned around, playing with two iron beads in his hand, and said to Wu Shifeng:

"That Qiu Buping is also a hero in the world. I have obeyed him and ordered the people in the army not to harass the old land of Qinglong Mountain, so it will be assigned to you as a place to suppress the bandits.

I will ask you the last question, are you willing to take this position as the chief of bandit suppression?"

Wu Shifeng stood behind Weihou.

It can be seen that he was very hesitant and very entangled.

He knew that taking over this official position meant that he had essentially surrendered to the Southern Dynasty. In the future, people in the world would scold him as a lackey in the court and a traitor.

But he thought of what his elder brother said before leaving...

That was the last task that the elder brother gave him, the insignificant repayment he could do for his sins. Even so, why should he cherish this?

If you are loyal and righteous, you know it.

If others say whatever they like, just say whatever they want!

The ghost book breathed a sigh of relief.

He clasped his fists at Weihou again and leaned over, he said:

"I took the grace of the Marquis and thanked him for all my loyalty and righteousness."

Soon, Wu Shifeng, wearing armor, walked out of the mansion and turned over to the horse. He raised his head and looked at the bright universe above his head. Under the mask, the eyes were full of coldness.

"Big brother, second brother..."

"When I finish this last thing, I will follow you. I will wait for the 14-year-old Qilu bandits to be in trouble. I will pay back this regret for the two brothers."

"Bang"

The black war horse whipped down, and the black war horse neighed, carrying the ghost scholar away.

He was no longer afraid of life and death, but only wanted to be liberated.

"The brothers of the village..."
Chapter completed!