Song Yutian led Zhang Ling into the Song family. Zhang Ling glanced away, and some of the Song family's children also looked over. Some were confused, some were curious, and some just took one look and went back to doing their own thing.
Zhang Ling settled in Ta Xue and was led to the guest room by an old man. This old man was the second uncle of Song Yutian, the head of the Song family. The old man looked at Zhang Ling and said with a kind smile: "Old man Song Jingguo, the clan competition will only start tomorrow. Zhang Ling, if you are fine, you can look around and I won't disturb you."
Zhang Ling nodded, and the old man turned and left. Zhang Ling put away his luggage and walked out of the guest room.
Zhang Ling walked east and west and became roughly familiar with the distribution of the size of the Song family. Most of the disciples' accommodation was on the east side, and the few elite disciples and rare old people in the family had small houses near the lake. Before Zhang Ling entered the Song family, , saw the City Lord's Mansion from a distance. In comparison, in terms of size, it was not inferior at all. However, when Zhang Ling was talking to those disciples, some of them kept their tone of voice respectful and courteous because they saw that they were personally invited by the family master. He even secretly asked for his own details, but those elite disciples still looked arrogant. No matter what Zhang Ling's status is, you are still on par with me. Zhang Ling looked at these wealthy disciples with evil intentions and self-righteousness. He really wasn't in a good mood, so he had to go for a walk in the city.
Stepping out of the door, Zhang Ling took a deep breath, and his depressed mood was instantly relieved.
The alleys are not only dark without the sun and moon, but also filled with dirty and bloody things, too numerous to mention.
Woman 28 is a beautiful woman, but her face is frightened. She retreats until there is no way to retreat. She looks at the wolf-like man in front of her with fear. The man has mutton-fat jade on his waist and is dressed in brocade. He is beyond the reach of ordinary wealth. Wearing it, it is obvious that he is not an ordinary wealthy child. Although the woman was extremely frightened, she still did not make a sound. She knew that the person in front of her was the rich and powerful person in Liufeng City, Mu Shaoyang, the only son of the lord of Liufeng City. Even if someone saw it, he would not Dare to intervene.
Mu Shaoyang approached again and again, with a playful smile on his face: "Miss Gu, even if you give me a concubine, no matter how many people ask for it, you can't get riches! You just don't know what is good or bad."
The pale-faced woman wanted to suppress the fear, but instead the tears flowed down involuntarily. The woman said with a cry in her voice: "Mr. Mu, I have a marriage contract with Song Huaishu of the Song family. If the Song family If you know it, aren't you afraid of revenge? Others in Liufeng City are afraid of your City Lord's Mansion, but the Song family is not afraid."
Mu Shaoyang laughed as if he had heard a big joke: "What the hell is Song Huaishu? He is just a weak scholar. A shrewd person like Song Yutian will not go to war over such a trivial matter. There are benefits to you following him, and Why don't you follow me and I'll guarantee you glory and wealth?"
Just as Mu Shaoyang was about to step forward and do something, his eyes unconsciously turned to a figure not far away.
Following the shadow upward, Zhang Ling happened to be wandering around. Zhang Ling's figure was condensed and he looked over: "Sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now."
Zhang Ling turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Mu Shaoyang, who said in a condescending manner: "Since you have disturbed my good deeds, come here and kowtow, I will be merciful and spare you. If it weren't for me today, The young master is in a good mood. Normally, if someone offends me, there is no chance of leaving alive without leaving an arm behind, so you should feel lucky."
Zhang Ling suddenly felt angry, suppressed it again, and said calmly: "Are you sure?"
Mu Shaoyang said impatiently: "Hurry up, I'm not very patient. If it's too late, I won't even have the chance to kowtow and beg for mercy."
Zhang Ling spread his hands and slowly approached. He curled his lips and said, "I just don't know if you can bear it."
Before Mu Shaoyang could hear the truth, a huge fist came straight towards his eyes. Mu Shaoyang flew backwards. As soon as he staggered to his feet, another punch flew towards the other eye. In an instant, his eyes turned from red to blue.
"You know this young master is..."
Just as Mu Shaoyang was about to speak, he was kicked in the abdomen again and fell to the ground. Without giving him a chance to speak again, Zhang Ling rode up and sat on Mu Shaoyang. His fists fell with a clatter. In addition to grief, He couldn't pronounce a complete word at all.
After a while, Zhang Ling was able to move freely with his punches, and the last punch hit Mu Shaoyang hard, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out from Mu Shaoyang.
Zhang Ling stood up, but Mu Shaoyang was too painful to stand up. Zhang Ling said to himself: "No wonder so many people want to practice martial arts. It feels good to beat someone unilaterally."
Zhang Ling looked at him with a sneer: "What, don't you want me to kneel and kowtow? If you don't have the ability, don't yell, otherwise you will get beaten next time."
Mu Shaoyang, whose nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, was mumbling something. Zhang Ling chuckled and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be beaten until you dare not even say a word."
Zhang Ling watched the shadows on the ground getting heavier. He looked up suddenly and saw an old man falling from the air. Zhang Ling immediately stepped back. After the old man landed, he did not rush to catch up. Instead, he helped Mu Shaoyang up and carefully protected him. Beside him: "I'm sorry, Young City Master, I'm late."
Mu Shaoyang looked at Zhang Ling with a gloomy look, his words were unclear, but he still said sternly: "Fleeing into the crowd, let me catch him. I will personally remove his limbs and make him into a human pig. He spent his whole life repenting for what he had done today."
Zhang Ling's eyes were cold. Looking at Mu Shaoyang who had such a sinister temperament, Mu Shaoyang looked at him and shuddered immediately. However, he immediately calmed down because there was someone around him.
The old slave of the city lord's palace, who was called Yu Guanqun, looked at Zhang Ling and said calmly: "Boy, I advise you to just capture him without any help, so as not to suffer too much."
Zhang Ling looked at the old man like an idiot, raised his left hand and tied one middle finger: "Is there something wrong with your brain, or both of you are mentally ill? He is going to make me a human pig, and I'm still waiting for you. Grasp?"
Yu Guanqun stopped talking nonsense and rushed directly towards Zhang Ling with a vigorous step. He grabbed five hooks and attacked Zhang Ling's throat and neck. Zhang Ling drew his sword with one hand and swung it to scare the old man away. Yu Guanqun suddenly turned sideways and attacked from the side again. , turned his claws into fists, Zhang Ling had no time to dodge, the dagger moved down, and pressed the blade against his abdomen. The old man's punch just hit the dagger.
Zhang Ling suddenly stepped back seven feet and stepped hard on the ground with his right leg to stabilize his retreat. The old man took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack without leaving any room. He rushed over again before Zhang Ling could regulate his energy. Zhang Ling swung his sword to block again. The old man punched him and then kicked him again. Zhang Ling flew backwards and fell to the ground. The old man jumped in the air. He stood up and was about to give the finishing blow.
Just when the punch was only four inches apart, a short knife flew towards the old man from outside the alley, and the group of people had to retreat under the force of the knife in the air.
A figure crossed Zhang Ling, grabbed the missed dagger, and then descended towards the group of fish. The group of fish who landed on the ground and stabilized their bodies moved back to avoid the fatal knife, and then punched hard with all the force. The figure was not afraid, either. They also met him with a punch. After the two punched each other, they both staggered back and retreated to Mu Shaoyang's side. The figure also retreated to Zhang Ling's side.
Zhang Ling stood up and looked at the man next to him, who looked like a young man. He quickly knew that he had seen him there. This man also looked at Zhang Ling and thought for a moment: "You look familiar. Have we met there again?"
Zhang Ling chuckled softly: "It sounds familiar to you too!"
The young man said "Oh" in sudden realization: "It's you! My name is Song Linjie, a disciple of the Song family. You were leaving in a hurry and I didn't even ask you what your name was?"
