"Okay, let's go down." Zhang Rongfang waved his hand.
It was getting late, and he was not interested in talking nonsense with Xiang Ling.
"Yes." Xiang Ling saluted respectfully, turned around and tapped the wall three times, crossed the top of the wall, and landed on the ground.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps disappearing was heard outside the wall.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes, stood in the courtyard, and calmly adjusted his breathing.
About ten minutes later, he turned around and entered the room, quickly wrote on the paper and attracted the little red bird.
Stuff the paper roll into the bamboo tube and let the bird fly.
He squinted as he watched the red bird disappear into the night sky, feeling lost in thought for a moment.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly there was a knock on the courtyard door again.
"Come in."
Zhang Rongfang looked calm, as if he had expected it.
The courtyard door was pushed open.
Wei Li, who had two ponytails tied up and wore a white skirt with bell sleeves, came in. Yingying bowed to him and bowed.
The courtyard door was closed behind his back, and Wei Li cleared his throat.
"Sir, after more than a month of detailed investigation, we have indeed found something.
The forces that have been targeting our Golden Wing Tower before are mainly an organization called Zhengming Society.
There are many experts in this organization, and they have quite a bit of background in Wushan Prefecture. Most of them are local experts."
"What's the reason? Why are you going against us?"
"My subordinates visited more than a dozen places and got similar results. The people in the Zhengming Society all had family members who were affected by the Golden Wing Tower's intelligence or were assassinated, so they had overlapping grudges.
They believe that without us, Wushan Mansion would definitely be more peaceful and peaceful.
This is a summary of the intelligence." Wei Li stepped forward and handed the scroll in his hand to Zhang Rongfang.
Zhang Rongfang took it and read it carefully. It recorded in detail the conflicts between the Zhengming Society and the Golden Wing Tower.
It mainly tells that many relatives of Zhengminghui masters were assassinated with money for various reasons, so they were particularly resentful towards the Golden Wing Tower.
On the scroll, it was clearly recorded that the leader of the Zhengming Society was a swordsman named Kunxu Sword.
This person was extremely powerful, but he was very old. His record was to kill an eighth-level master with three moves. But he was also out of breath from exhaustion afterwards.
"Kunxu Sword..." Zhang Rongfang nodded clearly. He looked at Wei Li.
"Also, is there anything else you want to report?"
Wei Li thought for a moment and shook his head.
"there is none left."
"That's OK." Zhang Rongfang rubbed the paper and turned it into powder fragments, which fell to the ground.
"That's it here. What about the other thing I gave you? How is the progress?" He said calmly.
"Everything has been found...but, sir, are you taking some risks?" Wei Li frowned slightly, showing a trace of worry.
"My subordinates have investigated that Hailong does have a stronghold in Wushan Mansion, and there are more than one. They are all long-term strongholds.
The leader among them is a master named Qingjiao. The location of the stronghold has also been found. However, it is probably only the superficial location.
After all, even if we are a specialized intelligence organization, we cannot perfectly grasp their movements."
"Also... my subordinate followed Hai Long and went in and out of three places.
They are Tianxiang Guoselou in Bianjing District, Mengzhouhui in XC District, and Qingshu Pavilion in Wuling District."
"Are you sure these three places are related to Hai Long?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"I'm sure. I spend most of my time in these three places, absolutely correct." Wei Li nodded seriously.
"That's okay. Let's inform Qing Su and get someone to take action." Zhang Rongfang looked up at the moon.
"Starting tonight. I want the entire Wushan Mansion to hear my coming."
"Yes!" Wei Li could only nod.
Zhang Rongfang looked calm. Naturally, he would not admit that he just had itchy hands, and it was hard to find a good person to kill randomly, so he could only find some notorious guys to beat him up.
This can not only maintain the safety of the environment around the sister-in-law and her husband, but also meet their own physiological needs.
As for why you chose Hailong?
That is of course politically correct.
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Jiutan Town.
In the village where the dead men of Golden Wing Tower live.
Little red birds flew down one after another, bringing orders from the spirit envoys.
Duan Gu stood in his bedroom, looking at the scroll in his hand with the help of a candle, his face solemn.
"It's so sudden..." He pondered for a moment, quickly wrote a scroll of paper, tied the little red bird on it, then opened the window and let the little red bird fly out.
Then he packed up his equipment and weapons, rushed out of the bedroom, and gathered the dead soldiers.
In half an hour, all 190 people arrived.
Qingsu was also alarmed by the sudden news and stood at the front of the team with Duan Gu.
She now holds the military talisman given by Zhang Rongfang and is one of the top leaders of the entire team of dead soldiers.
It represents the status of Zhang Rongfang as the spiritual envoy.
A famous captain lined up his team one after another.
"Everyone is ready!"
Duan Gu stood at the front and raised his hand.
"From now on, everyone disperses to Fucheng and waits for dispatch!"
Disperse and disguise, and then you can enter the city safely without being noticed by other forces.
"yes!"
All the captains bowed their heads and responded in unison.
At night, on the side of the road outside the village, nearly two hundred people looked like ordinary villagers gathering.
But the solemnity and neatness on everyone's faces showed that they were far from ordinary villagers.
"Let's go!" Duan Gu shouted.
He didn't know what he was going to do in the capital after all, but as a dead soldier, what he had to do was to directly obey the orders of the spirit envoys.
Qing Su on the other side also looked gloomy.
As soon as she found out something was wrong, she suddenly had to mobilize her troops and head to Fucheng City.
Such a sudden change gave her a bad feeling.
"Guan Gu Corps, did you tell me what we are going to do? Where is the specific location?" She tied her long hair with a ribbon with her backhand and turned around to ask.
"I don't know, there will be news after entering the city. We dead soldiers don't have to worry about anything, we just need to obey the orders of the adults." Duan Gu's eyes flashed and he said with a simple smile.
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Become the capital city.
Tianxiang Guoselou.
In the bustling and noisy Bianjing District, the most lively and luxurious place at night must be Qianyu Tower.
The Qianyu Building is twelve stories high, with layers of lanterns hung around the edges.
When the evening breeze blows, the bright light sways. Even in the whole Wushan Prefecture, it is a strange scene.
But apart from more than a thousand buildings, it is the most luxurious and enjoyable place.
It is recognized as Tianxiang Guoselou.
Unlike Qianyu Tower, Tianxiang Guose Tower does not allow ordinary people to enter at will.
All entrants require membership recommendation guarantee.
According to those who entered the building, there are five floors in this building, and each floor is the ultimate in beauty. Each floor has different gameplay.
It can be said that regardless of men and women, as long as they are rich and noble, they can find the type of play they want to play most here.
This five-story building is not far from Qianyu Tower, and the lights inside are far less bright than those of Qianyu Tower.
But compared to that place, the guests coming in and out here are either rich or expensive.
At this time, on the highest floor of Tianxiang Building, next to the balcony.
The one sitting here today is the seventh-grade master Zhong Qinglian.
He was wearing a green outfit, holding silk silk in his hand, and gently wiping the slender blade on his knee.
He is proficient in swordsmanship. He started practicing martial arts at the age of five and practiced hard for decades. Now he has finally mastered the family's five-leaf lotus sword to the highest level.
After that, there was no other way out, so he devoted himself to Tianxiang Guoselou. With the help of the massive resources and money here, he used various precious medicines to forcefully promote his own energy and blood, and practice new literary and martial arts.
It's just a pity that although his talent is good, he has not been rich since he was a child. As a result, he has accumulated hidden injuries from previous battles with others, making it impossible for him to break through to a higher level.
Even if he takes a large amount of precious medicine, it can only prolong his peak state and extend his lifespan to a certain extent.
At this time, the night wind was blowing, and it was cool and refreshing.
Zhong Qinglian relaxed her body and mind and slowly entered the state of martial arts practice.
As for the security, he was on the fifth floor, and there were various experts guarding him on each floor below.
Whenever something goes wrong, there will naturally be first-level experts to deal with it.
Unless it can't be handled anymore, someone will come to ask him.
There are a total of thirty-two masters distributed up and down the entire five-story Tianxiang Guose Building.
They are all at the second to fourth level.
And he is the only one who is above level five.
Such a number of people, plus more than 60 thugs to protect and assist.
It can be said to be impregnable and heavily guarded.
It's just that he was blowing in the wind and practicing meditation on the balcony, but he didn't know that someone was already looking at him from a distance in the darkness downstairs.
"That is the garrison expert of Tianxiang Guose Tower, Zhong Qinglian."
The top of a two-story house.
Several figures in black looked at Zhong Qinglian from a distance.
Each of these people is wearing a black mask.
The jet-black mask is on the forehead, with long thin lines extending to the bridge of the nose, like a tightly closed third eye.
The person standing at the front was tall and tall, and the only lines on the mask he was wearing were silvery white.
The two people standing behind him were ordinary white lines.
Further behind, there are six people standing in line.
The masks they wear also have white lines, and their length is obviously shorter than the two in front.
"Are all the people you dispatched here?" The leading figure gently touched the mask and asked aloud.
"Sir... would you like to think about it again? The forces involved in the Tianxiang Guose Tower are extremely complex. If we touch it casually, I'm afraid..." Tong Xin, a black figure behind, couldn't help but dissuade him.
He was suddenly called up in the middle of the night to assemble, and then brought here.
Then, the new spiritual envoy Zhang Rongfang told him that he wanted to conquer Tianxiang Guoselou.
Then others were confused.
What the hell is going on!!?
Tong Xin was worried because everything was fine yesterday. The spirit envoy still looked like he was practicing hard and didn't care about anything.
Everything changed tonight...!
To be honest, if it were any other place, he wouldn't say anything and would support it with both hands.
But here...
Here...he also gets his dividends!!
He originally invested most of his fortune in it and cooperated with the Huang family and Hailong, and it was not easy to get the current situation...
This...this he...what is all this???
"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Rongfang's clear voice came from under the mask. "The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping. I just came out to have some fun."
"But sir...!" Tongxin still wanted to persuade.
"You're a little noisy." Zhang Rongfang turned his face slightly and stared at him. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Or do you think I need your guidance in doing things?"