Chapter 523: 523 Concentration Five

Chapter 523 Chapter 523 Concentration Five

The night is hazy.

In a vegetable market near Muchifu.

A group of figures passed through the shadows silently, like fish swimming in water, with a light leap, they fell from the ground to the surrounding walls.

The food field at night was muddy, but it was empty, not as busy as it was during the day.

Among the silhouettes, one of the tall men with a white turban on his head was looking in the direction of Muchi Mansion.

"Where is the newly appointed gentleman's young dragon?" The man's eyes flashed, 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, so there is no need to go too far, just abolish the meridians of the child so that he cannot practice martial arts."

A short man in black on one side said softly.

"Among the many Zhuangzi in Yimai, I originally thought that this position would fall to Xu Chengxuan and the other three, but no one could have expected that non-dispute is the best way." Iron Fan man sighed.

"A mere disciple from the border line, whose power is not super-grade, but able to use the means to enter the academy and become a third-generation disciple, can be regarded as a scheming."

"Brother, let's do it quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams." The short man urged.

"Also."

The two stopped talking, and with a wave of their hands, suddenly figures around them soared into the sky, as fast as birds, and rushed towards Muchi Mansion from different angles.

A group of fifteen people came close to the wall of the mansion. Before entering, several lanterns hanging on the wall suddenly went out.

"Who!?" At the same time, in the mansion, a figure in a white robe opened his arms, leaped into the air, and rushed towards the wall.

"Meet unjust people on the road!" Tieshan man said casually, his figure flickered, and suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and tapped the opponent's chest with a fan.

Boom!

The white-robed man wanted to resist, but he didn't expect his opponent to be so fast, and there was no time to react.

No. Not fast!

He couldn't detect how the opponent made a move at all! ?

The sound came from the left, but the attack came from the right.

As a priest, as a sixth-rank master, he couldn't even take a single move from his opponent!

The white robe fell to the ground, and soon he vomited blood and passed out.

"Looking for someone." The man from Tieshan said in a deep voice with a calm face.

A series of figures passed by him, rushing into the patrolling guard array near the mansion.

In just a few seconds, a group of soldiers fell to the ground one after another. The strange thing was that, even though the opponent was in front of them, this group of people shouted and waved their weapons at the side.

Not one of the fifteen men in black was missing, and soon arrived at the courtyard where Zhang Rongyu and his son Zhang Huanqing were.

The man with the iron fan floated to the ground lightly, and looked towards the back room with the lights off.

In the window lattice carved with plum blossoms, behind the gray window paper, there is silence, as if no one is there.

"Come here without warning, I'm rude, I hope you will forgive me." The iron fan man clasped his fists and said, "A small gift is not a respect."

He stretched out his hand, took a silver object from the man in black beside him, and threw it.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

In an instant, steel needles as thin as a cow's hair flew out, hitting the room densely.

Right at this moment, a figure suddenly sprang out from the house. Holding a black cloth in his hand, he swung it abruptly, causing the steel needles to scatter and fall to the ground.

"Meng Family's Silver Frost Needle?"

The man stood firmly on the ground, looked up at the iron fan man and the others.

"There will be a guardian so soon?" The iron fan man sneered, "Take it!" He waved his hand and rushed forward first.

In an instant, the two made moves at the same time, fighting together.

Deep in the back room, in the corner, Zhang Rongyu carefully hugged his son, and sat in the hemispherical protective seat surrounded by metal partitions.

Standing opposite her was a tall woman with gray hair, thick waist and strong legs.

"It's here again, do you know who it is this time?" Zhang Rongyu took a deep breath and asked softly.

"The only Yimai who are qualified to compete for the position of gentleman are those three families. No matter whether these people reveal their identities or not, you can't go wrong if you put the account on them." The strong woman replied.

She glanced at the child held in Zhang Rongyu's arms, the little Zhang Huanqing, who was sleeping soundly at this time, and had no idea what was happening around her.

"Your aptitude is not good, you have only practiced the method of phantom gods and murmurs, and you can only hide it from others for a short time with the protection of Mingfa Danshu. If it takes a little longer, you will definitely be in danger of being discovered. So remember, you must not Show up at will."

"Yes." Zhang Rongyu nodded.

She thought of this when she was operating to make her son compete for the position of gentleman.

As a helpless sideline disciple, the only thing she can rely on is herself.

Accidentally saved someone before, and got help from a Confucian master.

Afterwards, she got in touch with her father and mother's old friends and seniors, and this was all her connections.

Using these two points, coupled with her and her husband's other efforts, they stand out and become the support objects of Confucianism.

Then, with the help of the dark forces of Confucianism, they strengthened the power of the husband's family, and promoted each other in this way. Now, they finally succeeded in allowing the son to obtain the right to inherit the gentleman.

"Senior, how many times will this happen?" Zhang Rongyu asked softly.

"The position of a gentleman in Yimai depends not only on talent, but also on the strength of the guardians behind him.

From the moment you decide to fight for the position, you have to rely on yourself to deal with these obstacles. The strong woman replied. "You should understand that the sky is healthy, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement." "

"If those people outside break through Mr.'s block, maybe the seniors will block them?" Zhang Rongyu asked again.

"They can't rush in. But... this is just the beginning. We can block it now, and there will be more and more people coming in, and they will become stronger. At that time, relying on us alone will not be able to provide comprehensive protection. You have to think extra Way." The strong woman replied.

"Rong Yu understands." There was a gloomy look in Zhang Rongyu's eyes.

Soon, the movement in the courtyard outside gradually subsided.

The fan in the iron fan man's hand was broken into several pieces. He looked ugly and stared at the old man opposite.

Yes, the person who fought with him was simply an old man who was dying.

And also Confucianism Martial Arts.

"Let's go!" The iron fan man gave an order, and the people around him retreated, jumped up, and left the courtyard in a blink of an eye.

It's just that people on both sides didn't notice. In an alley not far away, there was a dark red figure, quietly leaning against the wall, waiting in place.

From the position of the dark red figure, he broke through the wall and rushed straight into the back room where Zhang Rongyu was at the fastest speed.

There are only two walls between him and Zhang Rongyu.

After confirming that the iron fan man and others had withdrawn, 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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In a ruined temple in the mountains.

A bonfire burns brightly, releasing light and heat.

A person was lying on his side by the fire, wearing a Taoist robe of the dark red fairy temple, sleeping soundly.

Beside him, on the ground of the ruined temple, lay a dozen bandits in ragged clothes and armed with tattered weapons.

Judging from their breathing, these people have already been cold and dead.

Judging from the appearance, the skin and flesh of the corpse are dry and sunken, as if all the blood has dried up after dehydration.

Zhang Rongfang lightly landed outside the ruined temple, and raised his eyes to look inside.

One of the red lines he traced at this time is connected here, right between the eyebrows of the sleeping Taoist.

‘Sure enough, this talent allows me to find all blood descendants under my command at any time. '

Zhang Rongfang slowly approached the Taoist.

As if sensing his presence, the Taoist trembled suddenly, opened his eyes from the ground, and got up.

As soon as he got up, he saw Zhang Rongfang approaching at a glance.

"Guan Guanzhu!?" He was shocked, and he had fled for at least three thousand miles! Why can I still see the figure of the spectator here?

Could it be that I am dreaming! ?

"You violated my prohibition." Zhang Rongfang was dressed in a blood robe, standing in the shadows, watching the other party.

"Not at all!" The Taoist responded hastily, "These people are looking for their own death! They want to attack Pindao! See the Lord's lesson! Pindao has traveled all the way, and has never taken the initiative to attack others!"

He was right and sincere. There really was no active assault.

However, he would often take out the gold and silver treasures in his baggage 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.

Looking at the bandits on the ground in the ruined temple for the last time, Zhang Rong just tiptoed, and suddenly disappeared into the shade of the trees behind him.

One night, he kept tracking everyone at the end along the red line.

After looking for a dozen or so people in succession, Zhang Rongfang finally fully confirmed the effectiveness of the talent he got this time.

Back to Renxiantai, the sky was already bright again.

Zhang Rongfang rearranged the discovery this time.

‘Not only can the ability to track the location of blood descendants, but it can also be used like this.’

Standing on the high platform, he closed his eyes, felt the position of the little red bird in the air, then reached out to take it off, put it to his mouth, and took a light bite.

While Zhang Rongfang was thinking, Little Red Bird seemed to feel something, his whole body was stiff, and he was too frightened to move.

Zhang Rongfang didn't let go of it until a little bit of blood seeped out from the bite and a new bit of blood seeped into its body.

The little red bird chirped, flapped its wings restlessly, soared into the sky around the surroundings, and flew around.

After a short while, its entire feathers became darker, like blood, more pure, and all the variegated feathers fell off.

Even his eyeballs turned completely blood red.

And in Zhang Rongfang's place, a new red thread condensed and emerged in the darkness after he closed his eyes, and was precisely linked to the little red bird.

"From today onwards, you are different from before." Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes, looked at the little red bird at this time and smiled with satisfaction.

"Guardian."

Just then, a group of people from behind Renxiantai caught up.

"Muchi Mansion was attacked last night. A mysterious person attacked Zhang Rongyu's courtyard. He was also repelled by another group of mysterious people."

"Who is guarding the temple?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

"It's Daoist Shadow."

"Shadow Daoist" Zhang Rongfang paused, remembering who this person was.

Renxianguan is still willing to keep the Sankong blood descendants, there are only three people left. Shadow Daoist is one of them.

The rest of the people are either looking for a place to break through the master, or they are going to satisfy the regrets of their youth and escape to other places.

Zhang Rongfang didn't care, no matter how these people acted, they were just like him, and in the future they would definitely be enemies that the gods and Buddhas would eradicate.

They are the temptation of their own attitude towards the gods and Buddhas.

Now, the remaining three Taoists are sent by him to secretly live near Muchi Mansion to protect the safety of his sister, nephew and others.

"How many times has this happened recently?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"The fourth time." The Taoist replied.

(end of this chapter)