The First Order

The mountain in the 111 barrier is called Gingko Mountain. Autumn is golden all over the mountain. However, in winter, the leaves of Ginkgo fall into the valley one after another, leaving only withered branches.

The prosperity ended, crushed into mud.

Qingzhen stood on the spot looking at a withered scene in the valley and suddenly smiled: "It's a pity."

These are probably the three words Qingqing likes most.

Secretary Zhou frowned and said, "Come here, take off Qingqing's shoes and escort him to Ginkgo Hill!"

But seeing that the soldiers in charge of martial law on Yinxing Mountain Road next to him had not moved, Secretary Zhou was angry: "Dare you not listen to orders."

However, the two soldiers remained unmoved, and seemed unable to bear to do such a thing.

Qingying looked at the younger soldier with a smile and said, "I remember you. Your name is Zhang Yuge. I used to be a soldier under my command. When you killed the fire company, you made a contribution."

The soldier named Zhang Yuge got excited. He stood upright and shouted, "Zhang Yuge, the fifth combat brigade, did not expect you to remember me."

Qingzhen turned to look at the other soldier and smiled, "Your name is Wang Hang, and I am also a soldier under your command. Your mother is better."

Wang Hang's eyes suddenly turned red: "Thank you sir, I didn't expect you to think about such trivial things."

Qing Zhen sighed to Secretary Zhou: "This is a strong soldier, who should have fought abroad. As a result, because of my relationship, I was tied here and used as a watchdog. It's a pity. Don't embarrass them, I will come by myself. ."

Secretary Zhou whispered behind Qingying: "You know, no shadow in Qing's history is like you, they bowed their heads!"

Qingzhen smiled: "But I'm Qingzhen."

It seems that the word Qingqing should have some magical power. It is born from the bones, and it is difficult to bend your knees.

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

The cold winter wind roared past the mountain road, and the ground was as cold as a knife.

However, others could not see the pain and frustration on Qingzhen's face. I saw that Qingzhen walked for a while and then suddenly pointed to a mountain pass and said, "I played mud with Luo Lan when I was a kid. At that time, the stream was very cold. We I gave the stolen persimmons iced inside, and after a while, it was particularly delicious. At that time, Qing Yun was still behind us, but he seemed to hate me since he was a kid."

Secretary Zhou was silent, and no one thought that Qing Zhen was so dead that he was so impatient.

"But there is a dark whistle there now, let it pass," Qing Huang smiled.

Suddenly there was bloodblood in the sky, Qingzhen's white feet stepped on the thin snow, leaving a row of footprints on the mountain road.

At the beginning, the snow was white and the footprints were black. When you stepped on the foot, the ground below appeared.

Secretary Zhou shouted in the snow behind him: "Have you thought about it?"

The snow gradually thickened, and Qing Huang was deaf to it.

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

Going up step by step, it seemed that I would never see the end, but Qing Qing was still straight.

The soldiers at the sentry post on the road turned sideways and looked out of the mountain as they passed by Qinghuang.

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

Every step is like thinking.

Secretary Zhou suddenly asked aside: "Why did you withdraw the military pit last night from the Yangs?"

"Oh, you said this," Qinghuang smiled.

"At that time, Qing Yi clearly didn't take over the military power, and you clearly know that Luo Lan is still in the Yang family," Secretary Zhou said with a frown. "Now the Yang family must have arrested Luo Lan. Now many people get you recalled." After the 111 barrier, I am afraid that it will be Qing Yi’s order."

Qingzhen smiled and said: "Because I know you will come to catch me."

"What do you mean?"

"Our dad had to call Luo Lan around when he was leaving, and said he would let him protect me, but you also know him," Qing Zhenle said, "I can eat and sleep, but I can't do it. I need him to protect, and it’s almost the same for me to protect him."

"So you let Yang catch him up?" Zhou Secretary frowned. He didn't know what logic was in it. He had to say that Qingzhen planned more things than others.

"Do not let him be arrested. He may have rushed to Ginkgo Hill to fight with the old men now," Qing Huang sighed. "Yang's will not kill him. The living fat man is more valuable than the dead fat man. Yang would not kill him until he had enough valuable things from him, and it was better than he rushed back."

"But it will be killed later," Secretary Zhou said calmly.

"I'm ready to retreat for him," Qing Zhen said.

Therefore, Qingying did not tear up the covenant with the Yang family for anything else, just to keep Luo Lan in the 88th barrier and not let him return to die.

Because, even Qingzhen, I am not sure I can survive today.

Qingzhen stood on the edge of the mountain cliff with bare feet, and he looked at the snow outside: "Luo Lan, the fool, if I die today, he will cry very sad. My father, the dead ghost Say, the family should be kind, and there are people who have family."

Secretary Zhou asked: "Why do you want to violate the meaning of the head of the Qing family?"

Qingying looked at Yuanshan and seemed to figure out something. He said: "Now think about it, our family is only me and Luo Lan, the others are not counted."

At this time, Qingzhen looked back and suddenly smiled: "I didn't pay attention, it was almost coming! Let's go!"

Qing Zhen walked ahead, and Secretary Zhou once again said aloud: "The limit is coming, do you think about it?"

Heavy snow fell and the mountain breeze roared.

Qingzhen whispered in the wind and snow: "Think of it."

In front of him was Qing's villa estate on the mountainside of Ginkgo Hill. The lights were still bright here. Qinghuang stood outside the vermilion gate and smiled: "Think carefully, it seems that you haven't been here a few times."

Secretary Zhou escorted him into the hall, and Qingzhen’s feet left blood marks on the clean and luxurious marble floor. The servants in the hall were silent, and no one dared to wipe the blood marks.

Qingzhen walked inside, the door of the meeting room was already open, and the members of the Qing's presidium were sitting inside.

Qinghuang walked through the long corridor and the long hall, walking alone, and everyone behind him followed him far away.

Suddenly someone felt that Qingzhen's back was straight until this moment and never bent.

When Qingzhen entered the conference room, he walked straight to the end of the conference table and sat down.

There was no one beside Qingzhen. All the members of the presidium sat on the other side of him, as if he was fighting against the entire Qing family.

The old man at the top said calmly: "Are you sure?"

Qingzhen said calmly, "What's wrong?"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't expect that the 21-kilometer mountain road would come up, but he couldn't make Qingzhen lower his head.

"Killing people to seize power, privately raising the army, and disrespect," the old man said: "The sum of these counts can condemn you to death."

Qing Zhen asked, "Does it have to die?"

"You don't die, I feel uneasy."

This sentence is the voice of all the members of the Kwangsi Presidium. Now the shadow of ignoring the rules makes them afraid.

They have never been so afraid of a shadow, so this shadow must die.

...

At this time, Qing Zhen's troops had been broken up, some of them were incorporated into the basic level of various combat sequences and began to be domesticated, and some stubborn ones were tied to the barriers and used as dogs. Qing Zhen's influence in the army seems to have been broken Weakened to the point of being as light as a hair.

Luo Lan was placed under house arrest at the 88 barrier.

It seems that Qing Zhen lost his last help.

So when Tu Qiong saw him, the victory of the Qing presidency was in hand, and he insisted on putting Qing to death.

Qing Zhen got up and walked to the floor of the conference room barefooted. Someone shouted out loudly: "Qingzhen, dare to run wild at this time!"

Qingying suddenly turned his head and asked Secretary Zhou aloud: "Zhou Qi, I have already thought about it. Do you think it well?"

On the 21-kilometer mountain road, Secretary Zhou questioned twice, but now Qingzhen asked back.

The mountains and rivers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are magnificent, and the world is high!

He didn't want to be a shadow anymore.

He wants to be the master of this Qing family.

Breaking the wind and breaking the mountains and rivers, not turning the world back and forth!

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

Secretary Zhou smiled: "May I work for you."

Secretary Zhou, who was standing behind the old man, pinched a stream from nothingness. The transparent stream seemed to be out of nothing, and scattered the necks of the members of the presidium.

Someone shook the security staff outside the meeting room, but Secretary Zhou was already prepared, the clear stream once again split off, pierced through the thick solid wood door of the meeting room, and flew out, only listening to the screams outside. , There was no sound after a while.

Dense gunshots also sounded on the mountainside, and there should be intense fighting.

The soldier at the foot of the mountain called Zhang Yuge suddenly shouted, "Everyone, the meritorious service is today!"

During the talk, suddenly a large group of soldiers came out of the mountain. Although he rushed up together, the blood that shed during the battle was flowing down the mountain road, melting the thin snow.

In the 111 barrier, the manhole cover of the sewer was suddenly lifted, and a black force rushed to all military sites in the barrier.

When they encounter the regular army of the barriers, this black army is exceptionally brave and intrepid!

A soldier in black slowly fell to the ground after being shot, and some comrades wanted to lift him up. He grabbed his teammates and smiled: "Finally wait until today, go and leave me alone, tell the officer we waited too long! "

...

Secretary Zhou smiled at Qingzhen: "Don't you let Luo Lan come back, don't you worry about me, but our friends who played mud together when we were kids made me sad."

Qing Huan said on the mountainside that he had played mud and ice persimmon with Luo Lan by the creek, but what he didn't say was that those children also had this Zhou Qi.

Many people think that the secretary Zhou sees Qingzhen as a thorn in his eyes, which is why the Qing presidency likes to use Secretary Zhou to target Qingzhen.

But Qingzhen and Zhou Qi never disagree. Earlier, they had an idea of ​​changing the world.

Qing Zhen was questioned by Zhou Qi, and he also smiled: "It's a bit uneasy for you. After all, a fortune teller said when you were a child that you have a bone in your back."

Zhou Qi was choked: "Fuck the fucking dog!"

Secretary Zhou, who originally seemed to be slick, was not slick at all.

The old man in the meeting room said coldly, "Are you afraid that Qingyi will return to kill you?"

Qingzhen said: "Coincidentally, Qingyi is also my person."

"What should I do now?" Zhou Qi asked: "This is already reversed, and we can't stay in trouble."

Qing Zhen said: "Kill it, I wanted to let them go 21 kilometers on the snow, now I don't think it's necessary to breathe with them."

The winner must have the vigor of the winner.

As soon as the words fell, the "water ropes" on the necks of the members of the Bureau suddenly tightened, like the shackles of death.

Qing Qi, who looked at the window in a daze, asked, "What do you want?"

Qing Zhen regained his mind: "Oh, I was thinking, I might not have time to plant flowers in the future."

Zhou Qi listened to the gunshots on the mountainside, he raised his glasses and said, "Urine."

The members of the presidium did not die immediately. They wanted to tear the rope around their necks, but found that the means of the transcendental were not something they could contend with. The stream was like a steel wire.

The loser is the master, and the winner becomes the king!

Kyung's, it's changed.

...

Great chapter served.

The most fearful thing about writing a book is lack of passion, forgetting the original intention, and no desire to talk.

I am also afraid.

But when writing this book, I suddenly found the passion when I first wrote the novel and put too much effort into it. I love this story so much.