"Qi Zaihu, how does this Ganzhou salt taste?" When the atmosphere in the temple was a little cold, Zhang Zhao suddenly said this.

Qi Xiahu's face suddenly changed. He looked at Zhang Zhao in shock, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Second, why did Erlang say this? Even the coarse salt from Shouchang in the village can't be eaten, so where does Ganzhou salt come from?"

"You dare to lie to me! In front of the Taibao God, Zhao Zhaotian Ri, you say another lie, aren't you afraid that the thunder will destroy you?" Zhang Zhao stood up and roared.

Qi Xiahu shook suddenly, and then he remembered that his wife and brother had just come to report that the Taibao in the temple had made a public appearance and gave him a golden helmet and armor to help Erlang kill the enemy.

Is there really a god here? Otherwise, how could the Erlangjun, who was rumored to only eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name, suddenly think of salt on Ganzhou?

Run! This is Qi Xiahu's first reaction. Since the Taibao spirit has seen through it, if you don't run away quickly, it's hard to say that you will be killed by Lei.

Zhang Zhao had long expected Qi Xiahu's possible actions. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Qi Xiahu's arm in advance and twisted it backwards, kicking Qi Xiahu's right foot at the popliteal fossa of Qi Xiahu's right leg.

Qi Xiahu exclaimed, and staggered and knelt on one knee on the ground. Zhang Zhao took advantage of the situation to press his back and neck, pressing him tightly.

Originally, Qi Xiaohu was taller than Zhang Zhao and had a strong body. He should be able to practice fists, feet, guns and sticks on weekdays, but it was impossible for Zhang Zhao to be restrained in one go.

But he had a ghost and was very guilty. He thought there was something really good at protecting the heroic spirit who had seen through his little abacus. In panic, he even forgot to resist.

"The righteousness in his mouth is still his own little plan in his heart. Qi Xiahu, are you worthy of your father who fought bloody battle with the Ganzhou Uighurs at Yumen Pass?"

While Zhang Zhao roared, he also secretly broke out in cold sweat. Damn, he really knows people but not his heart!

Qi Zaihu, when he first saw this, thought he was a generous good man, but later he saw him helping Cao Sanniang, and felt that he had some conscience. He just saw him coming in and bowing to the statue of the god, and thought he could save it.

Unexpectedly, this guy had already contacted the Uighurs. No wonder he was relieved to let the Uighurs under 100 Dogedu go directly to the village.

Damn it, if he hadn't known the situation in the future, he had thought of the Ganzhou Uighurs from the salt, he might have been deceived by this dog. At that time, he would still be relied on the top leader of the Qixiahu Gang, so he would not die clearly.

Qi Xiahu was pressed to the ground by Zhang Zhao, and he felt like he was pressed down on his back. He struggled several times and couldn't use his strength to get up. This made him even more suspicious that there was a god in Taibao, because Zhang Zhao, not to mention suppressing Qi Xiahu, even the strong women in his village might not have been beaten.

"Erlangjun, I have no choice. These more than a hundred people will always survive! If the Lord Ling Gong doesn't give us a way out, we just need to find another place to go!"

Made, it would be fine if he didn't say this, the more he mentioned Zhang Zhao, the more angry he became. With the only remaining political legacy of his "good father" Zhang Chengfeng, Old Zhang Zhong looked stupid, but in fact he was even more stupid. He originally thought Qi Xiahu was still a talent, but when he saw that he looked smart, he was actually a fool.

The angry Zhang Zhao pulled Qi Xiahu up and walked out the door, then pointed to the Uighur tent in the valley and roared in a low voice.

"You idiot open your eyes and see what these Kucha Uighurs want to do? They want your village, your women, your daughters to breed offspring for them, and your young sons to be slaves for them, but they won't want you!

Because you, together with the twenty or thirty young and strong men under your command, have no value to them at all, but will be a threat!

Why do the Uighurs accept your surrender instead of killing you and forcing everything to you? Don’t tell me that the bald tiger, who is famous for Dunhuang, is a compassionate Buddha!”

After saying that, Zhang Zhao suddenly let go of Qi Xiahu, "Idiot, I thought you were a character, but you couldn't even see this. Idiot! If you want your wife, son and daughter to be slaves, I won't stop you, you can go down now and report to the Uighurs!"

However, although that's what he said, Zhang Zhao secretly hid a short knife in his sleeve. If Qi Xiahu really dared to go on, Zhang Zhao would directly deal with him with one knife.

However, Zhang Zhao believed that Qi Xiahu would not go down. From the way he rescued Cao Sanniang at that time, he could see that although this person agreed to defect to the Uighurs, he did not want to become an Uighur in his heart. He still hoped to maintain a certain degree of independence with Zhang Zhao. After all, no one was willing to be a slave to a foreign race.

Sure enough, Qi Xiahu, who was released, did not escape immediately, but instead looked back at Zhang Zhao with his eyes blank.

"Erlangjun, the Uighurs are ambitions, but the Jieduya also regards us as nothing! Without enough salt and linen, we will not be able to get through this winter.

And even if I have spent this year, what about the future? Will there be salt and cloth deficiency every year come so much? Taibaogong! How can I save it?"

This is the truth in Qi Xiahu’s heart!

"Why do you want to survive?" Zhang Zhao nodded. He had already thought of a way, but he probably would have to force Miss Cao San to Liangshan before she could do it!

"Can you know who the descendant of Miss Cao San is?" Zhang Zhao pointed at Miss Cao San beside him and asked Qi Xiaohu.

Lady Cao San was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt something was wrong, but before she could speak, Zhang Zhao stole the conversation.

"This is the granddaughter of the Lord of the Lord and the eldest daughter of the Jiedushi Cao Gongyuanzhong. If you can save her, are you still afraid that you will not be able to return to Dunhuang?"

A hint of joy flashed out from Qi Xiahu's face, and then he rushed over and kowtowed to Cao Sanniang like pounding garlic.

"It turns out that it was the third lady of the Cao family who was in front of her. Please be kind and save the 140 people in my village!"

A wry smile appeared on Madam Cao San's face, "The master of Qi, I can't even protect myself, why..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhao interrupted her again, "Three Lady, you must do it, because if you can't, then let's have a wedding room tonight!"

Hum? The bridal chamber? Even though Mrs. Cao San was a little used to Zhang Zhao's exhausted and jumping thinking, he was also blushed. Why did he get involved in the bridal chamber again?

"I am Erlangjun's niece!"

"What niece! Brother Yuanzhongwu is not born by the wife of the county lord Suo. You and I have no blood relationship." Zhang Zhao deliberately acted as a stance.

"If the third lady doesn't plan a way out for Qi Xiahu and others, then we will be harmed by the Uighurs sooner or later. How can we bear the third lady falling into the hands of the Uighurs? It's better for you and me to be free for a night. Tomorrow I will send my master and servant on the way, and then kill the enemy with Zhang Zhong and Yin Yaozi, and I will not come to this world for nothing."

Zhang Zhao was passionate and there was no sign of the tired and teasing look when he was with Cao San Niang. At least Shanniang, who was listening to their conversation in the distance, believed it. The little girl like bean sprouts was already in panic and tears were almost falling.

Seeing that Zhang Zhao was speaking resolutely, it was not like he was making a falsification, and Madam Cao became anxious. She was not willing to do so, whether she was sent to the road by Zhang Zhao or fell into the hands of the Uighurs!

Originally, she thought that since Taibao's gods showed their saints, she would definitely help her get out of trouble, but now she has been waiting for a long time. She has observed carefully. It seems that except for that set of golden armor, Taibao's king has not shown any other divine power. What should I do?
Chapter completed!