Chapter 1808
Dean Zhang has become a hero of Great Tang.
In an instant, Zhang Feng's image in everyone's minds became taller.
Some people even looked at the sky with their heads up, trying to find the trace of the hero in their hearts.
Huzi also believes in Zhang Feng’s heroic deeds at this moment. He was still questioning just now, thinking about whether it should be true. He blushed: "It’s really not right just now. I decided. I will set up Dean Zhang at home in the future. His spiritual position, worship every day..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu'zi slapped him over: "The spiritual position is for the dead. You must really respect Dean Zhang, Then let Dean Zhang establish the position of God."
Zhu'zi's words were unintentional, but they attracted a fierce reaction from everyone.
"Yes, I also want to establish a deity position for Dean Zhang at home."
"I also want to do it. People like Dean Zhang should be equipped There is a position of God."
Everyone held up their right hand, clenched their fists, and the crowd was passionate.
They are all Guanzhong people, and Guanzhong people in the bones have always flowed a belief that there is a country first and a family later.
This concept of serving the country to death is incomprehensible to ordinary people, which is why Li Shimin has been recruiting troops in Guanzhong.
Now, Zhang Feng rushed into Turkic camp alone and defeated Jieli. In their view, that was the performance of a great hero.
For big heroes, they are never stingy.
Although they are all flat-headed people and can't produce any good things, it's okay to enshrine them.
So, as if they had negotiated, everyone went home to prepare the gods for Zhang Feng.
While they walked, they talked about Zhang Feng's heroic deeds.
Soon, things spread.
However, just as it spread, it caused an uproar on Cháng'ān Street.
Because there are many people who do not believe, they do not believe that the thing flying in the sky a while ago is Zhang Feng.
How can people go to heaven?
This is simply nonsense.
If anyone can go to heaven, wouldn’t they be able to become immortals?
For these questions, Zhu'zi and the others are a little unhappy. They are people who firmly believe that Zhang Feng is in heaven. Now they say that these are not hitting them in the face?
So Zhu'zi and the others argued with these unbelieving people.
For a time, Cháng'ān Street was divided into two factions. One faction firmly believed that Zhang Feng could go to the sky and attacked Turkic camp, led by Zhu'zi, and the other faction did not believe Zhang Feng could go to heaven. , Led by the wealthy Noble Son.
Actually, this is easy to understand. Many of these wealthy Noble Sons are not pleasing to Zhang Feng.
Why do you have so many gold and silver treasures, so talented, and two beautiful Madams, and I don’t have anything, and I’ll have to be taken to you by my father when I go home Than, naturally, the heart is not balanced.
However, Zhu'zi doesn't care about these, pulling everyone is just like a violent spurt.
What Dean Zhang can go to heaven, Dean Zhang is awesome, anyway, he can say whatever is great.
The confidence of some wealthy Noble Sons has been greatly hit, and even some of them can't hold it, so they have to raise their hands and surrender.
Zhu'zi gave up and continued to promote Zhang Feng's glorious deeds.
Zhang Feng, who is far beyond a thousand li, doesn't know anything about what happened on Cháng'ān Street.
At this moment, he was lying on the hot air balloon with his eyes half-squinted, as if he was not asleep. A cold wind hit him, causing him to shiver. Then he slowly opened his eyes and glanced down. Glanced.
What appeared in front of him was a piece of yellow, as if rendered by a painter’s brush. It was a little fuzzy. He rubbed his eyes and tried to see everything clearly. Finally, a cold wind blew by and took away many yellows. , He could see clearly that there was a desert below, with countless gravels rolling in the wind.
He was a little puzzled, and subconsciously said: "Where is this? Desert?"
Looking at the terrain in front of him, it should be the desert.
But, isn’t he in Shengzhou? How come to the desert?
What the hell is going on?
He shook his head, trying to remember what happened in Shengzhou.
After a while, the memory emerged bit by bit.
It turned out that after the Turkic camp was blown up, a gust of wind blew away the hot air balloon.
At that time, because the wind was too strong to control the direction of the hot air balloon, I had to sit and wait for it to die. In addition, everyone did not eat. It was already a stomach rumbling with hunger, and all fell asleep. Up to now.
These are nothing, but now you are in the desert. Once you pass the desert, it will be Turkic's territory.
Now Turkic people hate themselves deeply. If they go away, they will die.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng couldn’t sit still, he stood up after a while, and shouted at Cheng Chumo and the others: "You group of act recklessly dogs, hurry up Get up, his mother will be on the grassland right away."
"Grassland?"
Zhangsun Chong woke up first. He rubbed his eyes, got a little bit of breath, and glanced at it. Zhang Feng jokingly said: "What grassland? Feng'zi, are you crazy? Don't disturb me, I dreamt of eating chicken legs."
After he finished, he glanced at him and was ready to go. Head asleep.
Zhang Feng can't do it anymore. He slapped him and said angrily: "Give his mother back to sleep. If you sleep again, you will be dead. Wake up soon."