Chapter 348 The seventh generation of the Black Mountain old demon? (First update)
"What, what!"
Yu Fengxian took a few steps back, her ears turning a little red. When she saw the old lady looking at him with a smile, she immediately stopped:
"Grandma, what did you say, why, just..."
"If we recruit a son-in-law after this year, won't we have a few fat boys in a few years?"
The old lady smiles.
"ah!"
The small courtyard was steaming with heat. Hearing these words, Yu Fengxian couldn't hold himself any longer. He dragged his sword and ran away. Listening to the teasing laughter behind him, he walked faster and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"This little girl finally knows how to be shy."
Looking at his granddaughter's retreating back, Zhang Wen'an smiled. He turned to look at the old woman: "But what my sister-in-law said is a joke, right?"
It is true that it is taboo to spread the Dharma among a family, but it has already been done and that boy has also comprehended the undefeated Tiangang. The old people in the clan can only hold their noses and admit it.
only……
"Yes and no."
The smile disappeared from the old lady's face.
"How to say?"
Zhang Wen'an said in a deep voice:
"A few days ago, I also took a look at that boy's file. This boy's background is a bit poor. He has no teachers and no connections. He is ruthless and is wanted for raping Nie Wendong on the street..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, glanced at the old lady's expression, and then said:
"Those who start from humble beginnings have a bumpy journey along the way and are inevitably cynical. Such people, no matter how talented they are, are probably not a good match..."
The old lady was noncommittal. After he finished speaking, she said calmly:
"Come out!"
"Um?"
Zhang Wen'an frowned, turned his eyes, and was suddenly startled:
"Huang Sixiang?"
The person who came was wearing thin clothes and had a sallow complexion, but it was none other than Huang Sixiang. He came out to greet the two of them, smiled and said hello.
He once served as the commander of the Yunzhou Jinyi Guards. Although he retired due to serious injuries, he still recognized the two men in front of him.
"Xu Wenji sent you as a lobbyist to protect that boy?"
Zhang Wen'an felt suddenly, and then he realized why his old sister-in-law had the idea of 'recruiting a son-in-law'.
"My lord, after hearing about the unbeatable Tiangang rumor, specially sent Mr. Huang here to pay homage to the old lady."
Huang Sixiang responded with clasped fists, but his palms were a little wet.
In fact, Xu Wenji sensed something was wrong as early as when Yang Yu revealed the Qinglong Zhengang. When Deqiu Zhanyu sent back the information about Ping Dushan, he immediately sent him to Daocheng.
He kept traveling by land and water for more than a month before he arrived at the Longyuan Palace in the early morning.
"Why, Xu Wenji also wants to take care of my Zhang family's affairs? His control is too lenient!"
Zhang Wen'an looked unhappy.
"okay!"
The old lady looked as usual and signaled Huang Sixiang to continue.
The latter nodded and then said: "As Mr. Zhang said, Mr. Huang sent Huang with the intention of protecting Yang's prison, but more importantly, he was planning for the future of the palace."
"Haha~ This rhetoric was taught to you by Xu Wenji, right?"
Zhang Wen'an sneered:
"That's what I dislike most about him! He wants to protect people, but he doesn't say it directly, and he just pretends to do it!"
"Does Mr. Zhang not know if this is a cover?"
Huang Sixiang was not worried. He only looked at him deeply and asked:
"The old prince has been in coma for almost twenty years, is there any way to recover?
What should I do if the young prince likes to be idle, hates work, admires men and keeps away from women? The second prince has been imprisoned for many years and has practiced evil ways. How will you treat him?
The third young master admires Buddhism and has not left the temple for twenty years, what can he do?"
Huang Sixiang's words were sharp and sonorous, and he exposed the scars of the palace without any mercy, which made Zhang Wen'an's face turn blue and his anger surged, but he had nowhere to vent it.
Because this is what keeps him awake at night.
"There are no flowers that bloom forever in the world. Ups and downs are natural cycles. Why should the second child be angry?"
Seeing Zhang Wen'an's veins bulging out as if he was about to have an attack, the old lady just sighed, with a desolate tone in her tone, and a trace of deep-seated helplessness and annoyance:
"If back then, I could have been more hard-hearted..."
"sister in law!"
Zhang Wen'an interrupted in a deep voice and looked at Huang Sixiang coldly:
"I would like to hear what other sophistry Xu Wenji has!"
Huang Sixiang replied:
"The boss once said that the last strength of King Long Yuan's lineage lies with the little princess. If you want to break the situation, you must recruit a son-in-law."
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Wen'an sneered back:
"Even if you are looking for a son-in-law, with my family's identity, character, and qualifications, I can choose from famous families in the world. Why should I choose the son of a jailer who is wanted by the court?"
"This boy has three good qualities. Huang can come to you one by one."
Huang Sixiang's face remained unchanged, his heart did not beat, and he said slowly:
"First, he is not from a wealthy family and has no family constraints. The benefits are self-evident."
Zhang Wen'an was noncommittal.
"Secondly, he is extremely talented. According to Mr. Lao, in the past fifty years in the three states of Longyuan, only Wang Muzhi, Wei Zhengxian, Han Bai and others can barely compare.
Future achievements are limitless!”
"Is that an exaggeration?"
Zhang Wen'an couldn't help it.
"If you don't have such talent, how can you comprehend the 'Invincible Tiangang'?"
Zhang Wenan was speechless for a moment.
"Third."
Huang Sixiang raised his voice, but looked at the old lady: "The little princess and she have similar interests, and they both admire martial arts. If they get married, they will surely sing in harmony with each other."
"Um……"
Hearing this, the old lady's eyes moved, but she did not express her position. Zhang Wen'an looked at her reaction and his heart sank slightly:
"The identity of the person is unknown, and his background before being adopted is completely blank. If..."
"Xu Wenji, a scholar and a great scholar of the generation, can he be regarded as a status if he is crowned with a title?"
At this time, Zhang Wen'an had no choice but to shut up.
Of course, Xu Wenji's power cannot be compared with that of the Longyuan Palace, but the elders of the two dynasties, both in politics and in the military, have left behind many benefactors. There are countless people in the world who call themselves his disciples.
Such potential influence is actually extremely terrifying.
"For the important matter of marriage, I need to ask Fengxian herself, so I'll leave it at that."
The old lady spoke:
"Master Xu sent you here, do you have anything to bring?"
"The old lady has a keen eye, but she has brought something, and she has to leave the old lady, and she wants to take something away..."
While talking, Huang Sixiang took out a yellowed ancient book.
"Um?!"
Seeing this volume, the expressions on the two heads of the palace were the same:
"This is the royal imperial edict!"
Looking at this ancient book, Zhang Wen'an took a deep breath. The old lady frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows. She opened it casually and found a dog-eared page.
"What does your family want?"
Huang Sixiang bowed slightly:
"I want a copy of the bundle."
"Um?!"
Hearing these words, Zhang Wen'an was moved.
"good."
The old lady was very happy when she heard this. She took off the Buddhist beads from her wrist and handed them to Huang Sixiang:
"This is a Buddhist bead that I got from Lanke Temple. Although it is not a treasure, it is enough to be worn to prevent all kinds of diseases and nourish the body.
As a cultivator of Fengxian, I hope you don’t dislike it..."
"In this case, Huang will resign."
Respectfully receiving the beads, Huang Sixiang stepped back and left.
At this time, Zhang Wen'an saw the opened page on the royal imperial edict. There was a line circled in vermilion handwriting like a blade, filled with murderous intent:
"Taizu's great decree states that anyone is allowed to arrest officials who disturb and harm the people, including officials, chief officials, and everyone else. Anyone who dares to stand in the way will be punished by his family!"
From ancient times to the present, he is the only person who dares to command the people to take official positions and kill them!
Looking at the murderous Da Gao, Zhang Wen'an fell into silence, and then smiled:
"Our family shouldn't care about family background... I'm a little curious now. What's so great about that boy that he deserves Xu Wenji's planning for him."
"It's no wonder he asked us to use the imperial edict to exonerate that kid..."
The old lady put together her imperial edict and slowly returned to her room:
"You send someone to send him off, otherwise..."
Zhang Wen'an was shocked.
…
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Snapped!
On a simply built stage, Xingmu re-photographed.
The storyteller cleared his throat:
"It is said that between the white mountains and black waters, there is a Seven Kills Shrine! This shrine is amazing. It is said that when it was built, the Golden Tent Royal Court sent hundreds of thousands of civilians to dig out the hills..."
"Why do you say so much in the preface?"
Before the storyteller finished his sentence, someone started shouting: "You old guy is quite unkind. Every time you tell a story, you make a lot of noise!
I have a very good memory, I don’t need you to help me recall it!”
"That's right, that's right!"
The other spectators also agreed.
A story-telling lasts for half an hour, and the first part requires a cup of tea. Who can bear it?
"Everyone, everyone!"
The storyteller hurriedly bowed his hands to calm the irritability of the onlookers. He did not dare to talk any more and got to the point:
"It is said that the Seven Kills Palace has been passed down from generation to generation. The six generations of Black Mountain old demons are all the best masters in the world. They have been enshrined as gods by the tribes in the grassland for generations!
Especially the contemporary Black Mountain old demon, who has been promoted to the rank of Martial Saint a long time ago, and is incredibly tyrannical!"
The onlooker interrupted again: "If this old Black Mountain monster is really so tyrannical, then how can Ma Longtu dare to challenge him?"
"you!"
The storyteller was quite upset, but he had no choice but to reply:
"According to legend, the reason why the Black Mountain Old Demon is so powerful is because it has been passed down from generation to generation. Before each generation of the Black Mountain Old Demon passes away, it will pass on its lifelong skills to its disciples..."
"The name of Ma Long is a challenge, but actually he wants to be recognized by him and become the seventh-generation Black Mountain old demon!"
…
By the window on the sixth floor, Yang Yu was distracted, listening to the noise in the restaurant, and at the same time flipping through the information collected by the Lian Sheng Cult, as well as some secret records.
Perhaps it was because of the shadow left in the past that when Yang Yu was not so busy, he would always find a restaurant, order some food and wine, and taste it slowly.
Lin Wenjun and Yu Lingxian were also there.
Looking at Yang Yu who was drinking and eating from time to time and reading through files, both women felt their teeth itching. They had suffered a lot in the past few days.
'It is said that this kid has angered the imperial court, how come no one is chasing him?! Are all the people from the six gates and Jinyiwei dead?'
Lin Wenjun was wrapped tightly and cursed in his heart.
This was the first time she had seen such a leisurely and contented wanted criminal, but she also knew that with the help of his Qinggong and Yu Lingxian's idiot Bai He.
If you want to capture this person, it may not be possible even if the master takes action.