In a luxurious villa in the north of Qianhai City, Zhang Jiantang, wearing pajamas, hurriedly walked down from his bedroom on the second floor. In the spacious and elegant living room, two uninvited guests were standing.
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Chen! It's been a long time, it's been a long time!" Zhang Jiantang grabbed Chen Fu's hand and shook it vigorously. An almost flattering smile appeared on his well-maintained fat face.
Chen Fu smiled and nodded, pointing to Feilun beside him, "Director Zhang, this is our young master."
Zhang Jiantang was shocked and hurriedly stretched out his hand to Fei Lun: "It turns out that the young master has arrived. You are not welcome! You are not welcome!"
Feilun didn't look at Zhang Jiantang seriously, nor did he shake hands with him. He frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense and carry Haotian in quickly."
Only then did Zhang Jiantang see a young man lying on the sofa beside him. He quickly waved to the housekeeper Zhang Lai: "Quickly, carry the person into the guest room. Does he... want to call the doctor?"
Feilun ignored Zhang Jiantang and turned his head away. Chen Fu quickly waved his hand: "You don't need to call the doctor, and you don't need to tell anyone, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand!" Zhang Jiantang nodded repeatedly, "Then I will instruct the kitchen to make supper, and you will have a good rest after eating."
Chen Fu nodded, while Feilun said nothing, turned around and followed Zhang Lai to the guest room. Chen Fu gave Zhang Jiantang an apologetic smile and then followed.
Watching the two of them enter the guest room, the smile on Zhang Jiantang's face slowly faded, and he gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he looked up, he saw his son Zhang Chen standing at the staircase on the second floor, looking down.
"Dad, who are they?" Zhang Chen asked softly.
"Friend." Zhang Jiantang's face darkened, he walked up the stairs slowly and unhurriedly, came to Zhang Chen's side, and said in a low voice: "Just pretend you didn't see anything, do you understand? What if I accidentally come here in the past two days?
If you meet them at home, just say hello and don’t talk too much! Especially the young man with long hair must not be offended, remember?"
"Remember, remember..." Zhang Chen had never seen his father look so stern before, and Zhang Chen was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly.
At this time, the housekeeper Zhang Lai walked out of the guest room. Zhang Jiantang waved to him, called him and gave him instructions in a low voice. Zhang Lai nodded and turned around...
In the Listening to Fragrance Garden, Zhang Qiang had just returned to the hut.
It was already dawn. Zhang Qiang took off his shirt, wiped off the blood on his body, and looked at the wound again. The bleeding had completely stopped, and the wound was healing.
The Hunyuan body is different. Not only does ordinary damage not constitute a fatal threat, but the recovery speed is also amazing.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhang Qiang adjusted his breathing for a while, and then penetrated the Hunyuan Orb with his consciousness. The orb was operating well. In addition to constantly outputting surging Yuan Power to nourish Zhang Qiang's body, it also absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy in an orderly manner.
,but......
Why is the spiritual energy of this world so weak?
If Zhang Qiang hadn't focused on this now, he would hardly have felt any spiritual energy entering his body. This is why he had to check the orb as soon as he came back. Because once the orb is formed, it can absorb the spiritual energy on its own, and when he comes back
There was no strong feeling of spiritual energy entering my body during the journey.
"What a bear, no wonder I see the news every day talking about environmental pollution and climate warming... I bet the spiritual energy in this world has long been exhausted..."
When he thought of this, Zhang Qiang felt extremely disappointed.
Without enough spiritual energy, the Hunyuan Orb will never be upgraded, and your own cultivation will always stay at this level. Although it is no problem to beat ordinary people now, but it is like a moth to beat someone with a gun in their hand.
Fire brings self-destruction.
Now Zhang Qiang has a strong fear of guns.
And he also knows that in addition to guns, there are cannons, missiles, and atomic bombs in this world! Each one is more powerful than the last. He can't even deal with guns, let alone the others...
Feeling depressed, Zhang Qiang couldn't sit still, got up, changed into a set of clean clothes, opened the door and came to the courtyard.
At this time, it was completely bright, but the three women seemed to be still sleeping, and there was no movement in the room. Zhang Qiang was walking casually in the yard, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
A faint spiritual energy was floating from the direction of the west wing. Zhang Qiang was shocked and hurriedly used his spiritual sense to detect it. Sure enough, there was a spiritual energy coming from the west wing. The closer his spiritual consciousness was, the richer the spiritual energy was.
Zhang Qiang took three steps at a time and came to the west wing. After careful identification, he found that the source of the aura was actually a wooden pillar by the window. The material was very ordinary pine wood. It was just an old product. It looked like it was at least a hundred years old.
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The spiritual energy emanates from the inside of this piece of wood. Although it is not very strong, for Zhang Qiang, it is like dew after a long drought, and he is extremely happy.
Once the Hunyuan Orb felt the presence of spiritual energy, it immediately began to operate at high speed. However, because it had just taken shape and was still in its primary stage, the absorption speed was not very fast. Zhang Qiang pressed the pillar with his hand while wondering what the reason was.
Let the spiritual energy emanate from this pillar.
"This pine tree should have grown in a place with abundant spiritual energy. Over time, the spiritual energy condensed in the tree. Although a long time has passed, there is still some spiritual energy remaining." I figured this out.
, Zhang Qiang suddenly turned around and looked at the entire Tingxiang Garden.
Since there is such wood in the west wing, there must have been wood transported from the same place when the Tingxiang Garden was built, so this one cannot be the only spiritual wooden pillar.
Thinking like this, Zhang Qiang wanted to go somewhere else to take a look. Before he could turn around, he heard the window being pushed open, and then a stern female voice rang out: "Zhang Qiang, what are you doing?"
Zhang Qiang looked back and saw Yan Yanqiu looking at him angrily.
Yan Yanqiu, who had just woken up, had disheveled hair and was only wearing a white vest, which bulged out two points on her chest, making Zhang Qiang's back straighten immediately.
"Uh, I'm catching mice..." Zhang Qiang grinned.
"Rat?" Yan Yanqiu's expression suddenly changed, "Where is the mouse? Has it entered my room?"
"I don't know if it entered your room or not. Anyway, I saw it running here." Zhang Qiang said.
boom!
Yan Yanqiu closed the window. A few seconds later, she was fully dressed and came out of the house. Then she looked around, then turned back and glared at Zhang Qiang: "Where is the mouse? Are you lying to me?"
Zhang Qiang curled his lips: "You made such a big noise, not to mention the mice, even the tigers were scared away!"
