The Fang family's land is located in the west of the city.
In other words, all the wealthy families in Maplewood City are gathered in Xicheng District.
Among them, the Zhang family's land is to the east, close to the city lord's palace. The Wang family's land is to the north, close to the arsenal. The Fang family's land is the farthest to the south, and among the three major surnames, it is the closest to Sanfenxiang Tower, Datong Gambling House and other gold-selling caves.
Some other families live scattered among the three major surnames, acting as buffers.
From where Jiang Wang is now to the Fang family land, it is natural to walk directly in front of the city lord's mansion. But it was obviously impossible for the bald man to agree to this route, and Jiang Wang would not even bring it up.
He suggested that they go from the south gate, pass through the area where civilians live, walk to Datong Gambling House, and then pass near Sanfenxiang Building and go directly to the Fang clan land.
The route took a long detour, but was undoubtedly very safe for the bald man.
The journey went smoothly. When he met the patrolling city guards on the road, Jiang Wang even took the initiative to help the bald man cover up.
Now, they finally arrived in front of the Fang clan.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting darker.
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The Jiang family on Pegasus Lane.
Ling He stood up suddenly: "We can't wait any longer!"
They all knew that it was impossible for Jiang Wang not to show up at such an important moment as Jiang Anan's birthday.
At first they thought Jiang Wang had gone to prepare some other surprises, but it was almost nighttime. No matter how much you prepare for a surprise, you can't miss the time. Something must have happened to Jiang Wang.
Zhao Rucheng held Ling He down and said, "Boss, stay here with An An. I have a lot of people at home, so I'll go take a look."
The Zhao family is rich and naturally has a lot of manpower. If they really want to go out to find people, it will be much more useful than Ling He. And An An must be accompanied by someone, otherwise even if Jiang Wang is found, if something happens to An An, Jiang Wang will not forgive them.
Ling He naturally knew this truth, so he had no choice but to acquiesce.
The aroma of delicious food has been lingering for a long time. An An is very hungry, but An An has no appetite.
"Where did my brother go?" she asked.
Zhao Rucheng winked at Ling He, and then said: "I should have gone to Fengxi Town to buy some candy for you. Didn't you always say you wanted to eat some of those candy people in Fengxi Town?"
"Grandpa Zhang's house!" Jiang An'an added crisply.
"Yes!" Zhao Rucheng said, "But it's getting dark soon, so I'm afraid your brother can't see the road clearly. I'll pick him up with a lantern."
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The so-called "Fang clan land" does not have a clear boundary, and there are no walls or fences to isolate the inside and outside. It is just a large area that has been agreed upon by customs. People of the Fang clan have lived here for generations, and it has gradually become a clan territory.
"We'd better sneak in without disturbing others." Jiang Wang suggested: "Otherwise, I won't be able to explain when they ask you."
There is no reason to bring outsiders with you when you go to a friend's house. Jiang Wang's suggestion is very reasonable.
"Where is the small courtyard you mentioned?"
Jiang Wang pointed in the direction very familiarly.
But I was thinking about it over and over in my mind.
His biggest disadvantage is that he has not laid the foundation yet, and this bald man is a sixth-grade Soaring Dragon Realm expert. The difference in realm is like a chasm.
But his greatest advantage is also that he has no foundation. He didn't lay the foundation, but relied on the extraordinary sword code and the military body refining technique to have strength that surpassed the ordinary monks in the Wandering Pulse Realm. This was something that the bald man could not predict in advance, and it must have been unexpected by him.
Jiang Wang had a surprise and an unexpected opportunity was given to him.
Yes and only once.
Along the way, the bald man kept his arms around Jiang Wang's shoulders, and now he just pulled gently. The two of them turned into a shadow and fell into the shadow of a pedestrian in front of them.
After following this person for a while, the bald man pulled Jiang Wang out and asked, "What next? Which way to go?"
Jiang Wang did not hide his surprise at this secret technique. After looking at the road, he pointed in another direction.
The bald man smiled softly: "This concealment technique is not difficult to learn. Just follow my instructions and I can teach you."
Then he pulled Jiang Wang into the shadows.
After several times in a row, night completely enveloped the sky, and the two of them drifted into the small courtyard where Fang Pengju had brought Jiang Wang.
This almost silent jump made Jiang Wang even more vigilant.
Fortunately, this place was not arranged for other people to live, but was just abandoned.
This small courtyard was left to Fang Pengju by his dead father. Because of its special location, almost no one came.
Of course, even if this yard was allocated by the Fang family, Jiang Wang would still have something to say. His friends almost never come back to live, so it is normal for them to live with the clan members. And he has not been here for a long time, so it is reasonable for him not to know.
Smelling the dusty smell in the yard that had been deserted for a long time, the bald man nodded with satisfaction.
According to his habit, he would kill people immediately and dig out their hearts.
But Jiang Wang had already introduced it to him naturally: "Three rooms ahead of this courtyard is a large dining hall. You can go there to steal food."
Jiang Wang turned his back to the bald man and pointed in the direction of the dining hall.
"My friends think there are too many restrictions in the clan, so they basically won't come back to live here."
Then he turned around and said, "The patrol time of Fang's guards is..."
The sword light flashes!
Without any hesitation, Jiang Wang suddenly drew his sword!
The first killing method of Ziqi Donglai Sword is the fastest among the five killing methods.
But this sword was not intended to attack the bald man, but to lead Jiang Wang to him, over the high wall and into the courtyard next to him!
The bald man was by no means a procrastinator, but Jiang Wangzheng mentioned the patrol time of the Fang clan's guards, which was very important for him to hide here. I just didn't expect that this person would get angry in the middle of his words.
What the bald man didn't expect was that this boy who had not yet laid a foundation could have such a fast and devastating sword. It was far beyond his judgment of this level of strength, so he caught it and failed!
"Who dares to break into Fang's ancestral hall?"
Just as Jiang Wang jumped into the courtyard next to him, he heard a loud shout and an old man with white hair and beard jumped out of the room.
Yes, the small courtyard where Fang Pengju once lived is next to the Fang Ancestral Hall. This is Jiang Wang's reliance on procrastination!
Fang Pengju's father was assigned here as the guardian of the Fang family's shrine after he became hopeless in his cultivation. Of course, he is not the real keeper of the temple. He is only responsible for cleaning the courtyard and cleaning the tablets. In fact, it is an insult. He endured it silently, but pinned all his hopes on his son.
Fang Pengju grew up in this courtyard, but after his talent gradually emerged, he actually did not want to move to other courtyards.
Jiang Wang had already made a plan. After meeting the white-haired old man, he turned around and ran away. At the same time, he urged Dao Yuan to shout: "Heart-devouring Demon! I want you to explain this today!"
Xiong Wen, who then chased into Fang's ancestral hall, was shocked at the same time as the white-haired old man.
The former was shocked that his identity was discovered, and the latter was shocked by the vicious reputation of the Heart-Eating Demon.
But the idea was just a flash. The two were facing each other face to face at this moment, and there was no reason why they wouldn't try it.
Especially the white-haired old man who is in charge of Fang's ancestral hall. How could he abandon his responsibility and leave just because of a good name?
When he jumped out of the room, he began to prepare Taoist techniques. He originally planned to target the little thief with a sword, but at this moment, he rubbed his hands together, and an arrow with flying feathers on its tail flew away.
The Fang family teaches the art of Taoism, Thousand Feather Arrows.
To be honest, this Taoism is not as advanced as the Taoism taught in Taoist academies, and is even a lot cruder. The seals are cumbersome and the feathers are flashy. The rapid changes in Taoism in Taoist temples are also the reasons for the gradual decline of family-style practice.
However, after all, the old man has been immersed in this technique for many years, and has become very familiar with it. He has also cultivated in the eighth-grade Zhoutian realm, so his power cannot be underestimated.
However, Xiong Wen just roared, and the tyrannical Dao Yuan activated the sound waves, which scattered many of the fluttering feather arrows.
He casually smashed a few arrows aimed at his vitals, then bumped into the white-haired old man, tearing out his heart with one hand!
With Jiang Wang's shouting, his whereabouts have been revealed at this moment, he must escape as soon as possible and fight quickly. Therefore, he resorted to thunderous means, preferring to suffer minor injuries to instantly kill his opponent.
Xiong Wen looked at the withered heart in his hand and threw it to the ground: "It's unappetizing."
The white-haired old man didn't expect that he couldn't survive even one move, but he was determined to give his opponent a surprise as well.
He looked at his old heart that was going away, and used up his last strength to activate all the Dao Yuans in Tongtian Palace, and rushed into the command seal in his hand.
The brilliance shines brightly.
The entire Fang Ancestral Hall was shrouded in a layer of clear light, and on the top of the clear light, the phantom silhouette of a crane remained.
It has a tall body and cold eyes.
The white-haired old man used his last life to activate the protective formation of Fang's ancestral temple.
He vaguely heard the roar of cranes.
