President Zhang had become a hero of the Tang Dynasty.
In an instant, Zhang Feng's image in the hearts of the crowd grew.
A few people even looked up at the sky, trying to find traces of the hero in their hearts.
At this moment, Huzi also believed in Zhang Feng's heroic deeds. Just now, he was still doubting. Thinking about it, he really shouldn't have. He blushed and said, "I really shouldn't have just now. I've decided to stay at home and worship President Zhang's memorial tablet every day …"
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Zi slapped him. "Memorial tablets are for the dead. If you really respect President Zhang, then set up a deity tablet for President Zhang."
Zhu Zi's words were originally unintentional, but it attracted a fierce reaction from the crowd.
"That's right. I also want to set up a deity tablet for President Zhang at home."
"I also want to set up one. A person like President Zhang deserves a deity tablet."
Everyone raised their right hands and clenched their fists. The crowd was excited.
They were all from Guanzhong, and the people of Guanzhong had always had a kind of belief that country first, home second.
This kind of concept of sacrificing oneself for the country was incomprehensible to ordinary people. This was also the reason why Li Shimin had been recruiting soldiers in Guanzhong.
And now, Zhang Feng had rushed into the Tujue camp alone and defeated Xieli. In their eyes, that was the performance of a great hero.
They were never stingy to great heroes.
Although they were all ordinary people and couldn't take out anything good, they could still offer offerings.
So, as if they had discussed it, they all went home to prepare a deity tablet for Zhang Feng.
As they walked, they also talked about Zhang Feng's heroic deeds.
Soon, the news spread.
However, just as it spread, it caused a huge uproar on the streets of Chang 'an.
Because many people didn't believe that the thing flying in the sky a while ago was Zhang Feng.
How could a person go up to the sky?
This was simply nonsense.
If anyone could go up to the sky, then wouldn't they become immortals?
Towards these questions, Zhu Zi and the others were a little unhappy. They were people who firmly believed that Zhang Feng was in the heavens. Now that these questions were being asked, wasn't it a slap to their faces?
Thus, Zhu Zi and the others started to argue with these people who didn't believe them.
For a moment, the streets of Chang 'an were divided into two factions. One faction was led by Zhu Zi, who firmly believed that Zhang Feng could ascend to the heavens and attack the Turkic camp. The other faction was led by Fu Gongzi, who did not believe that Zhang Feng could ascend to the heavens.
Actually, this was understandable. Many of these rich young masters didn't like Zhang Feng.
Why do you have so much gold, silver, and treasures? You're also so talented, and you even have two beautiful wives. What about me? I don't have anything. When I get home, my father even compares me to you. Naturally, I feel unbalanced.
However, Zhu Zi did not care about this. He pulled the crowd and scolded them.
Things like President Zhang being able to ascend to the heavens and President Zhang being awesome. In any case, they just said whatever was amazing.
The confidence of some of the rich young masters was greatly damaged. Some even couldn't take it and had to raise their hands and surrender.
Only then did Zhu Zi give up and continue to promote Zhang Feng's glorious deeds.
Zhang Feng, who was thousands of miles away, knew nothing about what was happening on the streets of Chang 'an.
At this moment, he was lying on the hot air balloon. His eyes were half-closed, as if he was not asleep. Gusts of cold wind blew, causing him to shiver. Then, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced down.
What appeared in front of him was a yellow color, as if it was rendered by a painter's brush. It was a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes, trying to see everything clearly. Finally, a cold wind blew and took away a lot of yellow. He saw clearly that there was a desert below. Countless sand and gravel were rolling in the wind.
He was a little confused and subconsciously asked, "Where is this? The desert? "
Looking at the terrain in front of him, it should be the desert.
However, wasn't he in Sheng Zhou? Why was he in the desert?
What the f * ck was going on?
He shook his head and tried to remember everything that happened in Sheng Zhou.
After a while, the memory emerged bit by bit.
It turned out that after blowing up the Turkic camp, a gust of wind blew the hot air balloon away.
At that time, because the wind was too strong, the hot air balloon could not be controlled. They could only wait for death. In addition, they had not eaten and were already hungry. They all fell asleep and slept until now.
These were nothing. However, they were now in the desert. Once they crossed the desert, they would be in the territory of the Turkic people.
Now, the Turkic people hated him to the bone. If he went there, he would die.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng could not sit still. He stood up and roared at Cheng Chumo and the others, "You bunch of reckless dogs, get up quickly. We'll be in the grassland soon."
"Grassland?"
Zhangsun was the first to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhang Feng with a little anger. He joked, "What grassland? Feng Zi, are you crazy? Don't disturb me. I dreamed of eating drumsticks. "
After that, he turned his head and was ready to sleep again.
Zhang Feng could not stand it. He went forward and slapped him. He said angrily, "Why are you still sleeping? If you continue sleeping, you'll die. Wake up quickly."
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