Figures of people passed through the shadows quietly, like fish swimming in the water. With a slight jump, they fell from the ground to the surrounding walls.
The market at night was muddy, but empty, and there was no liveliness at all during the day.
Among the figures, a tall man with a white turban on his head looked far away in the direction of Muchifu.
"That's where the newly appointed gentleman's young dragon is?" The man's eyes reflected, and he held a gold and iron folding fan in his hand.
"Exactly, what the eldest son means is that they are all members of the sect. There is no need to go too far. All you need to do is destroy the child's meridians so that he cannot practice martial arts."
A short man in black on one side said softly.
"Among the many Zhuangzi in the righteous lineage, I originally thought that this position would fall to Xu Chengxuan and the other three, but no one could have expected that the best way is to not fight." The man with the iron fan sighed.
"A mere child from a peripheral lineage, who is not strong enough to reach the highest level, is able to find ways to become a disciple of the Imperial Academy and become a third-generation disciple. This can be considered extremely scheming."
"Senior brother, it's better to take action quickly to avoid a long night and many dreams." the short man urged.
"That's fine."
The two of them said nothing more, and with a wave of their hands, figures around them suddenly rose into the sky, as fast as birds, and swooped towards Muchi Mansion from different angles.
A group of fifteen people approached the wall of the mansion. Before entering, several lanterns hanging on the wall suddenly went out.
"Who!?" At the same time, inside the mansion, a figure in white robe spread his arms, jumped into the air, and rushed toward the wall.
"I've seen rough people on the road!" the Tieshan man said casually, his body flashed, he suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and touched the opponent's chest with his fan.
Peng!!
The man in white robe wanted to resist, but he didn't expect that his opponent was so fast and had no time to react.
No...not fast!
Is it because he can't detect how the other party takes action!?
The sound came from the left, but the attack came from the right.
As a worshipper and a sixth-grade master, he couldn't even take a single move from his opponent!
The white robe fell to the ground and soon vomited blood and fell into coma.
"Looking for someone." The man from Tieshan looked calm and said in a deep voice.
One after another, figures passed by him and rushed into the array of guards patrolling near the mansion.
In just a few seconds, a group of soldiers fell to the ground. What was strange was that even though their opponents were in front of them, they were shouting and waving their weapons to the side.
Fifteen men in black, not a single one of them missing, soon arrived at the courtyard where Zhang Rongyu and his son Zhang Huanqing were.
The two men with iron fans landed gently on the ground and looked towards the back room with the lights off.
Inside the window with withered plum blossoms, behind the gray window paper, everything was quiet, as if there was no one there.
"It's disrespectful to come here without warning. Please forgive me." The man with the iron fan cupped his fists and said, "A small gift is not respectful."
He stretched out his hand, took something silver from the hand of the man in black next to him, and threw it away.
Hee hee hee hee!!
In an instant, a piece of steel needle as thin as an ox hair flew out and hit the room densely.
At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the house.
He was holding a black cloth in his hand, and he suddenly swung it, causing the steel needles to scatter and fall to the ground.
"The Meng family's silver frost needle?"
The man stood firm on the ground and looked up at the man with the iron fan and others.
"You have a protector so soon?" The man with the iron fan sneered, "Take it down!"
He waved his hand and rushed forward first.
In an instant, the two of them attacked at the same time and fought together.
Deep in the back room, in a corner, Zhang Rongyu carefully held his son and sat in a hemispherical protective seat surrounded by metal partitions.
There was a person standing opposite her, a tall woman with gray hair, a thick waist and strong legs.
"Here we go again... Do you know who we are from this time?" Zhang Rongyu took a deep breath and asked softly.
"Those three families are the only ones qualified to compete for the position of gentleman. Regardless of whether these people reveal their identity or not, you will not go wrong if you put the account on their heads." the strong woman replied.
She glanced at the child in Zhang Rongyu's arms. The little Zhang Huanqing was sleeping soundly at this time and had no idea what was happening around her.
"Your qualifications are not good. You have only practiced the magic of phantom gods and sounds. You can only hide it from others for a short time with the support of the Ming Dharma Alchemy Book. If it takes a little longer, you will definitely be in danger of being discovered. So remember, never do it.
Feel free to show up.”
"Yes." Zhang Rongyu nodded.
She thought of this when she was planning to let her son compete for the position of gentleman.
As a helpless peripheral disciple, the only person she can rely on is herself.
I accidentally saved someone before and got help from a Confucian master.
Later, she contacted her parents' senior friends, and this was her entire network of connections.
Taking advantage of these two points, plus the additional efforts of her and her husband, they stood out and became the target of support from the Confucian religious lineage.
Then he used the secret power of Confucianism to strengthen the power of his husband's family. Such mutual promotion has enabled his son to finally obtain the right to inherit the throne of a gentleman.
"Senior, how many times will something like this happen?" Zhang Rongyu asked softly.
"The position of a gentleman in the Yiline depends not only on talent, but also on the strength of the protector behind it.
From the moment you decide to fight for the throne, you have to rely on yourself to deal with these obstacles." The strong woman replied, "You should understand that heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman constantly strives for self-improvement."
"If those people outside break through Sir's blockage, can Senior possibly stop them?" Zhang Rongyu asked again.
"They can't rush in. But... this is just the beginning. Now that we can block it, there will be more and more people coming in the future, and they will become stronger and stronger. By then, it will be impossible to protect them all by relying on us alone. You have to work extra
Find a way." The strong woman replied.
"Rong Yu understands..." A gloomy look flashed in Zhang Rongyu's eyes.
Soon, the movement in the courtyard outside slowly died down.
The fan in the man's hand was broken into several pieces. He had an ugly look on his face as he stared at the old man who was shooting from the opposite side.
Yes, the person who fought with him was simply a dying old man.
And he is also a Confucian martial artist.
"Let's go!" the man with the iron fan gave the order, and the people around him retreated, jumped up, and left the courtyard in the blink of an eye.
But no one on either side noticed that in an alley not far away, there was a dark red figure, quietly leaning against the wall, waiting there.
From the position of the dark red figure, break through the wall and rush straight into the back room where Zhang Rongyu is at the fastest speed.
There were only two walls between him and Zhang Rongyu.
After confirming that the man with the iron fan and others had evacuated, the dark red figure slowly shrank into the shadows and disappeared, as if it had never appeared in the first place.
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Inside a ruined temple in the mountains.
A bonfire burns brightly, releasing light and heat.
There was a man lying on his side by the fire, wearing a dark red Taoist robe from the Immortal Temple, sleeping soundly.
On the ground of the ruined temple beside him, a dozen or so bandits in ragged clothes and holding tattered weapons were lying scattered.
Judging from their breathing, these people's bodies were already cold and they were too dead to die.
Judging from the appearance, the corpse's skin and flesh were dried out and sunken, as if all the blood had dried up after dehydration.
Zhang Rongfang landed lightly outside the ruined temple and raised his eyes to look inside.
One of the red lines he was tracing right now was connected to here, right between the eyebrows of the sleeping Taoist.
"Sure enough, this talent allows me to find all the blood descendants under my command at any time."
Zhang Rongfang slowly approached the Taoist.
As if feeling his presence, the Taoist trembled violently, opened his eyes from the ground, and stood up.
As soon as he got up, he saw Zhang Rongfang approaching.
"View...the temple master!!?" He looked shocked. He had fled at least three thousand miles away! How could he still see the temple master here?
Could it be that you are dreaming!?
"You...violated my prohibition..." Zhang Rongfang, dressed in a bloody robe, stood in the shadows and stared at the other party.
"No!!" the Taoist responded hurriedly, "These people are seeking their own death! They want to attack Pindao! The observer knows this clearly! Pindao has never taken the initiative to attack others during his travels!"
What he said was correct and he meant it sincerely. He did not actively attack anyone.
However, he would often take out the gold and silver treasures, gold and silver notes in his bag and count them one by one.
Zhang Rongfang carefully felt his heartbeat and his breath.
There is a high probability that this person is not lying.
Finally looking at the bandits on the ground in the ruined temple, Zhang Rong just tiptoed and suddenly disappeared into the shade of the trees behind him.
Throughout the night, he continued to follow the red line and tracked everyone at the end.
After looking for a dozen people in succession, Zhang Rongfang finally confirmed the effectiveness of the talent he got this time.
When we returned to the Immortal Terrace, it was already dawn again.
Zhang Rongfang reorganized the findings this time.
"Not only can you track the location of vampires, but you can also use it like this..."
Standing on the high platform, he closed his eyes and felt the position of the little red bird in the air. Then he reached out and took it off, put it to his mouth, and took a bite.
While Zhang Rongfang was thinking, the little red bird seemed to feel something. His whole body was stiff and he was too frightened to move.
It wasn't until a little bit of blood oozed out from the bite and a new bit of blood seeped into its body that Zhang Rongfang let go of it again.
The little red bird chirped, flapped its wings restlessly, and soared into the sky, flying around.
After just a moment, its entire bird feathers became darker, like blood, purer, and all the variegated feathers were lost.
Even his eyes turned completely blood red.
But in Zhang Rongfang's case, a new red thread condensed and emerged in the darkness behind his closed eyes, accurately linking to the little red bird.
"From today on, you will be different from before." Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes, looked at the little red bird and smiled with satisfaction.
"Guanzhu."
At this moment, a group of people from behind the Immortal Terrace caught up.
"Last night there was an attack on Muchi Mansion. A mysterious person attacked Zhang Rongyu's courtyard. They were also repelled by another group of mysterious people."
"Who is the guard in the temple?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.
"It's Taoist Shadow."
"Taoist Shadow..." Zhang Rongfang paused and remembered who this person was.
There are still three Sankong blood descendants that Renxian Temple is willing to keep.
Shadow Taoist is one of them.
The rest of the people are either looking for a place to break through the Grandmaster, or they are trying to satisfy their youthful regrets and escape to other places.
Zhang Rongfang didn't care either. No matter how these people behaved, they were just like him, and they would definitely be enemies eradicated by the forces of gods and Buddhas in the future.
They are a test of their own attitudes towards gods and Buddhas.
Now, the three remaining Taoists were sent by him to live secretly near Muchi Mansion to protect the safety of his sister, nephew and others.
"How many times has this happened recently?" Zhang Rongfang asked.