Chapter 523 Chapter 523

Chapter 523 Chapter 523

The night was hazy.

In a vegetable market near Mu Chi Mansion.

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

The vegetable market at night was muddy, but it was empty, not as lively as it was during the day.

Among the figures, one of them was a tall man with a white turban on his head, looking at the direction of Muchi Mansion from afar.

"Where is the newly settled 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 Young Master 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 who can use his means to enter the school and become a third-generation disciple, can be regarded as very 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 had just approached the wall of the mansion, and before entering, several of the 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 a fan hit the opponent's chest.

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!

It's because 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 and rushed 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 lived.

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

Inside the window lattice carved with plum blossoms, and behind the gray window paper, there was silence, as if there was no one there.

"It's rude to come here without warning. 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 his hand.

Chi Chi Chi Chi! !

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

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.

"The Meng family's silver cream needle?"

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

"There is a Dao protector 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 a 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 which side it is this time?" Zhang Rongyu took a deep breath and asked softly.

"Yimai is qualified to compete for the position of gentleman, only those three families, no matter whether these people reveal their identities or not, you will not be 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 making her son compete for the position of gentleman.

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

Before accidentally saving someone, he was assisted by a master of Confucianism.

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

And using these two points, together with her and her husband's other efforts, they stood out and became the support objects of Confucianism.

Then, with the help of the dark forces of Confucianism, the power of the husband's family was strengthened, and they promoted each other. Now, they finally succeeded in allowing their son to obtain the right of succession as a 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 broke through the obstruction of Mr., could senior 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 it is 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 that 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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Inside a ruined temple in the mountains.

A bonfire burns brightly, emitting light and heat.

There was a person lying on his side by the fire, wearing the Taoist robe of the Dark Red Immortal Temple, sleeping soundly.

On the ground of the ruined temple beside him, lay a dozen or so 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 flesh of the corpse was dry and sunken, as if all the blood had dried up after dehydration.

Zhang Rongfang's figure lightly fell outside the ruined temple, and he raised his eyes to look inside.

One of the red lines he traced at this time was 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.

When he got up, he saw Zhang Rongfang approaching at a glance.

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

Could it be that I was dreaming! ?

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

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

He was right, and he meant it. There really was no active assault.

It's just that he would take out the gold and silver treasures in his baggage from time to time 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.

For one night, he continued to track everyone at the end along the red line.

After finding more than ten people one after another, Zhang Rongfang finally fully confirmed the talent effect he got this time.

When we returned 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 be used, 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.

It wasn't until a little bit of blood seeped out from the bite, and a new bit of blood seeped into its body, that Zhang Rong just let go of it again.

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

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

Even his eyeballs turned completely blood red.

But for Zhang Rongfang, 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."

At this moment, 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 Taoist" Zhang Rongfang paused, remembering who this person was.

There are still three blood descendants that Renxianguan is willing to leave behind. 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 either, 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 test of their own attitude towards the gods and Buddhas.

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

"How many times is this the last time?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"The fourth time." The Taoist replied.