Elder Song said angrily: "How dare you be my grandson?"

Wei Yang nodded and said, "My surname is Wei Yang, and you don't have a grandson with the surname Song..."

Elder Song raised his right hand and slapped Wei Yang's head.

Before the palm was reached, Wei Yang's knees were weak and he had no strength to support him, and he sat on the ground with his butt.

"Okay, what are you trying to scare him?" the old woman pulled Wei Yang up and said, "Wei Yang, you have to know that the current situation is difficult and if you don't go with us..."

"You have saved my life, so I naturally have to thank you. If you have the ability, you should repay me with good life." Wei Yang said proudly, "However, I have a father, my father gave me the surname, I have a mother, my mother gave me the name, my surname is Wei Yang. Even if I can never see them again in my life, I am also called Wei Yang. My father's surname is never to forget the name given to me for a moment. My parents have given me the body. In this world, there are many people who can take it, but their names will never change. Nothing will be changed."

Elder Song was stunned and could not suppress the single palm like a mountain.

Wei Yang looked at them, and he naturally knew the reason why dogs could easily survive.

But humans are humans. If you really treat yourself as a dog, you will really become a dog.

The bottom line is not negotiable.

The old woman thought for a while, sat down and advised, "Okay, you are a good kid with backbone, we won't force it. But, do you know the world? Do you know the Sun and Moon God Sect?"

Wei Yang shook his head and nodded again, saying, "I have never heard of it before, nor do I believe it, nor do I believe in martial arts. When I rolled down from the mountain, I heard you say, "I believe it when I see you fighting. You are mortal enemies with the Five Mountains Sword Sect, right? You are the world of martial arts."

"How did you get to the top of the mountain?" Elder Song took the opportunity to ask.

Wei Yang said: "I don't know, I just feel that something has thrown me over, I don't know what it is."

"It's really strange, how could there be such a strong person in the world?" Elder Song muttered without doubt, "No one has ever appeared within hundreds of feet... Forget it," he asked, "But we want to stay in a hotel and be investigated. If you don't want to change your surname, then think of a way, what identity should we use?"

Wei Yang said in surprise: "How can I know this? Besides, since it's someone asking, why not use silver?"

Elder Song and the old woman looked at each other and said together: "This guy is still a child of a wealthy family."

Wei Yang said: "If you want to settle down in Hami, you must have an identity. Wouldn't you spend money to buy a household registration?"

Elder Song was silent.

After a short rest, the three of them walked into Zhendianzhong and were indeed questioned. They were not soldiers. They listened to very difficult to speak Mandarin, but they were actually like a village.

Elder Song went over and answered, saying something like "The Tatars went south and threw their families and houses and took their little masters to Hami to join relatives." A little bit of silver was used to send everyone away.

Sure enough, making money is the best use.

But the village chief warned that he would not spend the night in Zhendian.

Elder Song came back and handed the bag on his arm to the old woman, pointed to an inn carrying the "Old Store in Mijia Town" at the intersection, and asked the two of them to go in for dinner first, but he ran away in the direction where the inner leader left.

Wei Yang didn't ask.

The old woman said wonderingly: "Are you not curious?"

"No." Wei Yang looked into the inn.

There are many people.

When he entered the inn, Wei Yang did not feel the neat environment in the TV series. The attentive guys and diners who communicated in a low voice, some of them were greasy tables, loud noises and even drunken wild guests, as well as a bad smell, and a choking smell of cattle and sheep dung that came from behind.

When the old woman saw him frowned, she thought to herself that sentence "It turns out to be a child of a wealthy family."

Wei Yang picked up a seat by the window, looked at the diners with mostly greasy clothes, and gradually heard the familiar voices, mostly in the northwestern dialect and also in the Central Plains accent, but very few, but there were a few ancient soldiers wearing red jackets, cast iron or leather armor. They ate noodles in big mouthfuls and occasionally said a few words, which meant a bit fluent Mandarin.

"I'm afraid there were time travelers before." Wei Yang became more cautious, but he found that no one was paying special attention to his basketball uniform, so he gradually felt relieved.

The old woman called the guy to take a piece of silver, about one tael, and asked the guy to "make some hot vegetables and hot soup, prepare some dry food mutton". Soon, two plates of stir-fry dishes, a large pot of mutton, and three large bowls of noodles, and a head of garlic were served together.

Wei Yang looked into the wooden plate and was surprised and delighted.

Spicy!

"There were peppers in the Ming Dynasty, but they were eaten after the middle of the Qing Dynasty, right? Then..." Wei Yang pursed his lips and once again held back to inquire about the times. He knew that he could be smarter, but he could never be too smart. If he asked what era this was, he would probably be even more suspicious of Elder Song.

Don't worry first.

We are children, so it is useless to inquire about the times.

After eating a bite of noodles, Wei Yang pricked up his ears to inquire about the chats of the diners in the inn.

It seemed to be afraid of those military soldiers, and most of them said nonsense or even dirty words.

Soon, the group of soldiers got up to pay the bill, neither forbidden or for free. They just looked at the one who was the leader and asked the shop owner, "How many taels of wine should I drink?" The boss nodded and said yes, and stopped entangling.

Wei Yang was sure that this was not the world in the late Ming Dynasty. Where did such reasonable soldiers come from in troubled times?

As soon as the line left, the inn became light and brisk.

A man from the nearby table sighed and said, "King Zhongshun went to Beijing, and Hami Guards are probably going to be lost."

The deskmate sighed, "Look at these military soldiers, who have seen such reasonableness in normal times? I'm afraid they will be lost. These people are afraid that they will lose Hami Guard, and we look down on him more and more."

Some people also said with confidence: "The Hami Guard has a defender. If the Shazhou Guards support them, as long as the Oirats and Tatars do not come, it will be fine to keep them."

The neighbor retorted: "It would be better for you to say that Chijin Mongolian Guards went to rescue them. Shazhou Guards sent troops, what should I do in the south?"

The man slammed the table and said, "You should calm down, Qu Xian, do you have vegetarian food?"

Then he was excited and said: "Now the emperor is dispatching troops from the south, and the conscription in Shaanxi has begun. Once Chagatai invades, haha, do you think our dynasty is still in Chunduan dynasty?"

Wei Yang couldn't help but wonder, which emperor was the Chunduan Dynasty?

Suddenly, someone slapped the table and said, "Don't you want to live anymore? I dare to argue with the late emperor!"

Everyone looked at it and saw a bearded man slamming his beard, and the table was in front of him was messy. He had a long knife in his hand, and a red horn of his kneecap, holding a knife in one hand, slapped the table with the other, and looked around him with a sneer.

"Bronze style..." Some diners shouted softly and turned around and bent over and rushed out of the door.

The man laughed drunk: "Yes, I'm from the Jinyiwei. I'm going to Hami to work. On the way back, I met you guys. It's great. Let's go, go with me to Suzhou Guards, dare to slander the late emperor? Let's go!"

There was a quarrel in the inn, and the face-saving shouted, "Give me some good wine to the captain, and count it on my account." The face-saving man laughed. The Jinyiwei man laughed loudly, and saw that he could not refuse, so he had to sit down and have a drink.

Wei Yang scratched the dried mud on his forehead, and knew that he would not be able to find out any news anymore.

Just in time, Elder Song came in from outside with his hands in his arms.

He didn't attract other people's attention, but when he came to the table, he took three pieces of paper with words written on it. The ink was not dry yet, and it was obviously just made.

"I have a passport." Elder Song whispered in a low voice after taking a few bites of noodles.

Wei Yang looked up and found the words he wanted to read at the end.
Chapter completed!