"Me?" Chu Jiang stopped in surprise when he saw that Xing Lang seemed to be calling him.
Others looked at him in surprise and followed the skinny man away, including Bai Yi and Hu Ze.
"What's your name?" Xing Lang walked up to Chu Jiang and asked.
"Jiang Chu."
"Where do you live?"
"Tiantai City, Qianyuan Autonomous Prefecture, Nanhu Province, Huaxia."
"Date and month of birth."
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Like checking the household registration, Xing Lang asked Chu Jiang for details. Of course, Chu Jiang answered all the information about Jiang Chu's identity. After asking, Xing Lang took him to another room.
After he walked in and saw the layout inside, he felt like he was back hundreds of years ago.
There are wooden desks, wooden chairs, wooden bookshelves, and there are various paper books on the bookshelves. There is also a pen stand on the desk, which is full of writing brushes. It is like the pen holder of some writers hundreds of years ago.
The study room is filled with the scent of ink and books. It is hard to imagine that such a place exists today with such advanced technology.
At this time, there was a man standing next to the desk with white hair and a shawl. He was the old man Chu Jiang had seen before.
Chu Jiang walked forward and saw the old man writing calligraphy with a brush. On the white rice paper, as the brush was raised, a big word "kill" was revealed. For a moment, Chu Jiang seemed to feel a terrifying blood.
The hair on his body stood up as he breathed.
"Do you know the writing brush?" The old man did not raise his head, but took out a piece of rice paper again, then wrote the word "jing" and asked Chu Jiang calmly.
"Of course I know." Chu Jiang almost blurted out, but he regretted it after saying it. Not many people used writing brushes hundreds of years ago. Today, there are absolutely very few people who have heard of them, unless they are
I specifically checked this out.
"Can you write?" The old man looked up at him in surprise, but didn't say much and asked instead.
At this time, Chu Jiang could only nod his head. If he continued to deny it, he would definitely not be able to hide it from the old man.
The old man handed him the brush in his hand and asked him to write. He took the brush and felt unfamiliar. After all, he hadn't touched this thing for several years. He remembered the last time he wrote calligraphy with a brush. It was a few years ago.
When he was in school, his calligraphy won the grand prize in the school calligraphy competition.
After thinking for a while, Chu Jiang wrote two words: the world!
The more complex the calligraphy is, the easier it is to write it. However, the word "天下" may seem simple, but it is very difficult to write it well.
"The world." The old man looked at these two words, showed a smile, and then burst into laughter. "What a world, well written, even better."
Chu Jiang was a little confused. Isn't good writing just about good words? Then he realized that when the old man said good words, he should mean that the two words themselves were very good. He just suddenly thought of this in his mind.
I wrote just two words, but I didn't expect the old man to be so happy.
"Boy, do you know who I am?" The old man walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and asked with a smile.
Chu Jiang thought for a while and did not answer immediately. Instead, he answered the question and said:
"I heard that the Blood Knife Army has three hundred and fourteen legions. These three hundred and fourteen legions have six commanders, which are equivalent to the military leaders in the federal army."
"Not bad." The old man nodded and motioned for Chu Jiang to continue.
"Commander Xinglang was very respectful when he saw you just now, which at least proves that your status is higher than him, and the place where you appeared is the military hall, so I think you should be one of the six commanders.
Yes." Chu Jiang said methodically. In fact, he still had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
The old man smiled lightly and shook his head.
"I am not a commander. The reason why Xing Lang is respectful to me is because I am his adoptive father. I went to the military hall just for a casual look. You may have guessed a little bit. Yes, I am Xing Tian.
That’s what people call human slaughter.”
The old man's plain voice sounded in Chu Jiang's ears, and he was really surprised. It was one thing to guess, but it was another thing to actually become a fact. He did not expect that the legendary leader of the seven bandits would actually be...
He appeared in front of him like this, and he had asked him for a drink before. I have to say that things in the world are really unpredictable.
"Junior Jiang Chu, I have met senior Xingtian." Although Chu Jiang was a little surprised, he was actually calm. After all, for him, whether he is Human Slaughter or Blood Sword King, it is just a title. Who can let him
He has never come into contact with such an existence.
Seeing Chu Jiang's calm expression, Xing Tian nodded slightly, and then asked:
"Do you know why I called you here alone?"
"Juniors don't know."
"I remember I asked who was in your family. If you had said it was just your parents and yourself, then I might have asked someone to send you back, but since you said you had brothers, it wouldn't be a bad idea to stay.
"
Hearing Xing Tian's words, Chu Jiang was speechless. It turned out that telling the truth was so unlucky.
"You were seventeen years old. My son was also seventeen when he died." Xing Tian said calmly, as if he was talking about a very common thing, but Chu Jiang could still hear a bit of sadness in his words.
.
"You are very similar to him, not in appearance, but in demeanor and personality. When you asked me for a drink, I thought of my son. A long time ago, every time I drank, I would give him a few sips.
After that, every time he saw me drinking, he couldn't help but drink. I also liked to teach him calligraphy, because practicing calligraphy can cultivate the mind, but he couldn't do it well, at least, he couldn't write as well as you.
"
Chu Jiang listened quietly and sighed in his heart. Such a great tycoon, who was called a massacre, and one of the few supreme kings in the federation, was actually just an old man, a poor man who had lost his relatives.
"I have three adopted sons. You have met Xing Lang. He is very capable. He knows everything from military affairs to political strategy. He is also very talented in cultivation. The other two adopted sons are not weak in all aspects. However, they
Not like my son, not at all."
Xing Tian shook his head slightly and sighed in disappointment.
At this time, Chu Jiang had already guessed the reason why Xing Tian was looking for him, which made him feel dumbfounded. Sure enough, Xing Tian then said:
"Your cultivation talent may not be as good as some of my adopted sons, and you may not be good at conspiracy and power, but you are very much like him. I want you to be my fourth adopted son and the future 'king' of the Blood Sword Army.
.”
"I..." Chu Jiang didn't know how he felt at this time. He remembered some scenes from those ancient costume TV dramas. The protagonist met a super master, and then the super master recognized him at a glance.
This protagonist wanted to accept him as his apprentice, and then he was given a lot of peerless skills and magical elixirs. Chu Jiang really never thought that one day he would encounter such a bloody plot.
"Senior, isn't this good? Your other three adopted sons are all great, but I am not talented in cultivation, and I am not good at strategizing. I can't be the future 'king' of the Blood Sword Army, nor can I be yours."
Adopted son." Chu Jiang said with a bitter face. It was indeed unacceptable for him to recognize an adopted father for no reason, although this adopted father was indeed very awesome.
"Talent? What's the use of having good talents? The three of them have very good talents, but they can only cultivate to the peak of the Purple Gold Warrior. If you can't become a king, it's of no use. Although your talent is average, I can also let you cultivate to the level of Purple Gold.
The warrior is no weaker than the three of them. As for the tactics, you will naturally understand those things when you sit in this position." Xing Tian said lightly, he raised his eyes and looked at Chu Jiang, his face expressionless, and then said:
"This matter is beneficial but not harmful to you. If you choose to agree, I will give you whatever you want. If you don't agree, you should know the consequences."
Chu Jiang really felt like crying without tears at this time. What the hell is this? You are forcing someone to be your adopted son, but you don’t agree? What other consequences can there be for not agreeing? In addition to death, refusing to be slaughtered
?I’m afraid not many people have the courage.
"Isn't this obviously asking me to consider a thief as my father?" Chu Jiang felt helpless in his heart.
"How is it? Have you thought clearly?"
Upon hearing Xing Tian's urging, Chu Jiang touched the tip of his nose and said:
"Is there any need to think about it? Apart from agreeing, what other choice do I have? Besides, if I agree to you, I may become a federal prince in the future and hold great power. If you don't agree, you will die. Unless you are an idiot, who would be so stupid?
reject."
"Yes, you are very smart. From today on, you will be my fourth adopted son. When I have time in the future, I will let you meet your eldest and second brothers." Xing Tian's face changed when he heard Chu Jiang agreed.
A smile appeared.
"Oh." Chu Jiang nodded, and then asked: "Well, foster father, do you have any meeting gifts?"
Xing Tian was startled for a moment. This kid's thinking was jumping too fast. However, his adoptive father felt quite comfortable hearing this, so he asked with a smile:
"what do you want?"
"This, for example, dragon blood, S-level combat uniforms, grandmaster-level combat skills, etc., just give me seventeen or eighty pieces." Chu Jiang rubbed his hands and said with a smile.
Xing Tian's face suddenly darkened.
"Okay, okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." Seeing this look on Chu Jiang's face, he knew there was no chance. Of course, what he said was rare in the entire federation.
"Let's do this. I don't have any gifts for you. I just promise you a condition as a father."
"Any conditions are acceptable?"
"Yes, but it must be done as a father."
"I want to go home."
"Okay, before you reach the gold level, you can go wherever you want."
"Really, really? In other words, I don't have to stay here? Aren't you afraid that I will run away?" Chu Jiang was a little stunned. This situation was completely different from what he imagined.
"Ask yourself, can you run?"
Will I do it? Chu Jiang asked himself, he felt that he would not. If he could run out before he agreed, he would never come back. But now that he has agreed, if he regrets it again, it will be a matter of personality.
Of course, he knew that if he really regretted it, he probably wouldn't be able to escape the clutches of his cheap adoptive father.
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When Chu Jiang returned to the residence arranged for him by Xing Tian with a complicated mood and was about to leave immediately, a person appeared in the study.
"Junior Chu Lian, I have met senior Xingtian."
"Is that old guy Chu Tianxiang okay?"
"Everything is fine, Master. I just keep talking about my senior."
"Hahaha, that old boy, are you talking about me? Scolding me is enough."
"Senior, regarding the young master, Master's original intention is just to ask you to accept him as your apprentice, but..."
"I know what he means, but I really like this kid, and he does look a lot like my son who has been dead for many years. Well, you can leave with him in two days. This time, even if it's a bargain, Chu
Tian looks like that old boy."
"Yes, senior."
ps: Second update, do you think these two chapters are a bit bland? This is actually to pave the way for the subsequent plot. The next one will not be so bland. Please support it by collecting red tickets. Thank you.