Chapter 436 Poor Road is 118 years old [Ask for votes]

"Thirty-three-year-old doctor, this is really not easy!" When Tang Xuhong heard that Zhang Weidong was already a doctor, he was finally a little moved. He was slightly stunned, and then laughed and said, "The young man is not lazy and bold!"

With that, Tang Xingqiang stretched out his thick palm and held Zhang Weidong's slender and white hand that seemed to compete with women.

When Duan Wei saw that Tang Xingqiang exaggerated Wei Dong's courage, he couldn't help crying and laughing secretly. Is it brave to take the initiative to shake hands with one of your generals? He is not only a martial arts master who can leap over the river, but also a man who dares to break into the Somali pirate nest alone!

As soon as Tang Xingqiang held his hand, Zhang Weidong felt that his palm suddenly tightened, giving people a very powerful feeling. If it were a real scholar with no power to bind chickens. I'm afraid it's really a little uns standable.

However, compared with Zhang Weidong, this strength is nothing at all.

Tang Xingqiang is a soldier, and he has a strong sense of military. I've always been used to shaking hands with people. When he realized that it was the little white-faced secretary of his old comrade-in-arms Duan Wei who was shaking hands with him now. When he was about to stop, he found that the thin and tender young man in front of him still had a faint smile on his face. I couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Suddenly, I changed my mind and increased my strength.

But Zhang Weidong still had a faint smile on his face.

Of course, Tang Xingqiang doesn't believe in evil. Although he is now the commander of the army group and a little old, he used to be the champion of the army, and his foundation is still there. It's not a problem to overturn a few soldiers casually.

Little guy, does the tiger really scare people as a military commander if he is not powerful?

However, it's okay if Tang Xingqiang doesn't continue to increase his efforts. On the contrary, he felt a little unable to get off the stage, because the blue veins on his arm were bulging, but the small white face opposite him was still light-hearted.

Duan Wei saw that Tang Xingqiang was actually competing with Zhang Weidong. Looking at his blushing face, he almost couldn't help laughing.

Coming with Zhang Weidong, isn't it uncomfortable for yourself? Fortunately, Zhang Weidong didn't have the same experience as you, otherwise you, the elder of the Tang army, would have been lying on the ground long ago.

Tang Xuhong and Tang Xingqiang are brothers and sisters. Of course, she knew her fourth brother's temper. Seeing that he was blushing and holding Zhang Weidong's hand for a long time, she didn't know which play he sang, which made her almost make her chin almost fall to the ground.

The 23-year-old doctor was enough to surprise her, but she didn't expect that Zhang Weidong, who seemed to have no power to bind chickens, was still very powerful. Even her powerful fourth brother can't do anything about him.

However, Tang Xuhong soon realized that he could no longer let his fourth brother be strong. Otherwise, not only the fourth brother will be humiliated, but the Tang family will also be humiliated.

"Fourth brother, didn't you have something to report to your father when you came back this time?" Tang Xuhong said.

"Ah, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. The old man also said that an old friend came to visit and asked me to meet him. Old comrades-in-arms, and, cough, Zhang Weidong is, you sit here first, and I'll be with you for a while. Tang Xingqiang hurriedly let go of his hand when he heard the words, and then left the living room as if he fled.

Duan Wei looked at the back of Tang Xingqiang's hurried departure, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly. It's funny. This guy still has such a good face!

Then Duan Wei thought of Tang's old friend in Tang Xingqiang's mouth, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Is there any big movement on it?

In Duan Wei's view, Tang Lao's old friends are naturally the older generation of revolutionaries who still have great influence on domestic politics. It was with this conjecture that Duan Wei did not dare to ask rashly.

At that level, Duan Wei's current position is still not qualified to intervene.

Shortly after Tang Xingqiang left, Tang Laosan also hurried over in Tang Xingzhong, who was the deputy minister of the Propaganda Department. Seeing that Duan Wei was also in the Tang family, he said a few polite words to him a little, and then left the wing room and rushed to the main room. As for Zhang Weidong, he didn't even say hello.

Seeing the three sons and one daughter of the Tang family, except for Tang Xingbang, the boss far away in Lingnan Province, who did not come back, the other three children had rushed back. Duan Wei couldn't help but be more and more surprised and uneasy, and even his scalp was a little numb.

The Tang family is not an ordinary family. Except for major things to discuss or celebrate the Spring Festival, important people of the Tang family rarely get together. However, he rushed to visit Tang Lao at this time and specially waited in the living room. If he was not afraid that Zhang Weidong would really go to the Somali pirate den alone, Duan Wei really wanted to get up and leave now.

Of course, Zhang Weidong didn't think so much as Duan Wei, but he was a little impatient. Although Lu Yafen's father should not be in danger to his life for the time being, he was still in the hands of pirates.

In the living room of the main room, an old Taoist priest is sitting on a mahogany chair.

This old Taoist priest is already a monk in the foundation period. His skin is ruddy and shiny, and his eyes are bright. Occasionally, the light flashes like a meteor crossing the night sky. It looks like just a rare year.

The old Taoist priest brushed the dust in his hand, his white beard fluttered, and his whole body exuded the breath of Taoist detached dust, which was the appearance of an old immortal.

Sitting side by side with the old Taoist priest is an old man who is very old and has a very hunched back, but there is a faint sense of killing on his body.

If Duan Wei was present at this time, he would definitely be shocked, because the old man was not someone else but his old leader, Tang Lao. And if Zhang Weidong releases his mind to explore a little, he will definitely laugh and cry, because Tang Lao's old friend is not someone else, but Dongming, an old Taoist of the Qingcheng School.

"You're here. Come and meet the old immortals." When Tang Xingzhong, the third son of Tang, walked into the living room, Tang Lao's turbid old eyes lit up slightly and waved to him with a smile.

Tang Xingzhong's expression changed slightly when he heard the words. He received from the bodyguard that the old man had an old friend to visit and asked him to go home to meet him. He thought it was an old friend, but he didn't expect to be a Taoist priest, and he was younger than the old man.

Didn't his father always oppose feudal superstition? When did you make friends with such a foreigner? Are you old and starting to believe this?

However, although he was surprised and disapproved of this old fairy, Tang Xingzhong did not dare to sing against the old man and hugged the cave cloud: "Hello, old man."

Dongming did not get up, but nodded slightly to Tang Xingzhong, and then looked at Tang Lao.

"This is my third son, Tang Xingzhong, who was born after liberation and is now working in the propaganda department." When Mr. Tang saw Dongming looking at him, he introduced him with a smile.

"It turned out to be the third son, who looks very much like his mother." Dongming Road.

"Yes, it's a pity that she left a few years ago, otherwise the old fairy could still meet her." Mr. Tang sighed, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"I also had some opportunities a few days ago. Thinking that I hadn't gone down the mountain for decades, I moved down the mountain to see the old people, but I didn't expect that Fang Ping was no longer there." Dongming couldn't help but feel a little sad when he heard the words.

"The old man is in Guizhou this year. How can he not go down the mountain for decades?" Tang Xingqiang's personality is the most straightforward, not as deep as Tang Xingzhong, and he looked a little unhappy when he heard the words.

Originally, Tang Xingqiang wanted to directly question the old Taoist priest how old he was this year, but he actually called his mother's girl, but in the end, due to his father's majesty, he changed his words.

"The poor road is 118 years old this year." Dong Ming stroked the white beard.

"One hundred and eighteen years old, how can it be?" Both Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingzhong were figures who had experienced strong winds and waves. Hearing the words, they couldn't help exclaiming, and their eyes were almost straight.

Zhizi Mo Ruo's father. When Mr. Tang saw Tang Xingqiang's question just now, he knew that he was not convinced and called his mother a girl. Now when he saw that the two brothers were so surprised that they had seen a ghost, he couldn't help sinking slightly and said, "What's impossible? The old immortal is a real Taoist man in Qingcheng Mountain. Your father and I were saved by the old immortal in those years, and I have learned a few martial arts from him.

When the two brothers Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingzhong heard this, they believed that Dongming, a Taoist priest who seemed to be only a rare age, was really 118 years old. However, after believing it, I was even more shocked.

At the age of 118, he still looks so young and energetic. What is not an old fairy? Are there really immortals in this world?

. RT