Zhang Hongshan continued: "The national mourning must not be lost. You come with me to see your majesty. The national mourning recognizes its master again. This is the good fortune of Chen Guo. I think your majesty will also recognize you. When the time comes, you can be made an official, and you can gain your reputation early." Hold it."
Zhang Ling thought about it. If he wanted to go to the palace, he had just finished dealing with Prime Minister Xiao Qinhe's matter. Now there was the matter of the national sword. I don't know how many people had other ideas about him. Chen Liuren would probably have to do it himself. In this way, it was necessary Make it known, but go nowhere.
Zhang Ling shook his head and smiled: "I won't go."
Zhang Qizhou snorted coldly: "It's not up to you."
Like Zhang Mingze, Zhang Qizhou is accustomed to using knives. During the years of fighting on the border, he has mastered all killing techniques. Now he is afraid that the little thief will escape, so he is inconvenient to pick up the green blade. However, even if he comes out of the pile of dead people, he can fight with bare hands. , and he is definitely a good hand. There is no deliberate punching or horizontal pushing with palms. There is just a fierce fight for life and death with others. It doesn't matter if you are an experienced martial artist, but if you are a novice kid who is just starting out, even if you are a genius, The young grandmaster, under these punches and kicks with hidden murderous intentions, one accident, the injury was minor, bad luck, it was easy to get a good pregnancy, great talent, and the cultivation gained from half a lifetime of hard training, not to mention these... Under those who follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, all efforts may be in vain as soon as they step out. In one sentence, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and the battlefield has no respect for friendship. Either the elders in the family did not give sincere instructions, or the geniuses are pretentious. , turned a deaf ear to these words, and eventually fell into the lake one after another. I really can’t blame others.
Although Zhang Ling is not experienced in the world, he listens to advice and likes to know a lot. Before coming here, he also investigated the uniqueness of this uncle's skills. That is, there are no fancy moves, only killing moves. If you want to avoid them, you can only Be alert at all times.
Although Zhang Ling has not been recognized by Guoshang, the advantage is that this knife is sharper than the ones Zhang Ling used before. It can also escape with its lightness skills and its steps as light as a swallow. It can be kept without falling behind. If combined with the knife formation, and flying needles, looking for a lot of shooting opportunities, Zhang Ling was even sure of winning, but if he was a little careless and his internal strength was exhausted, he could only let others slaughter him. However, Zhang Ling is still here at this moment. This is not to save the victory, but to save the victory. When someone in the palace came looking for a way out, there was really no need to fight to the death with this second uncle.
Zhang Qizhou's two fingers were protruding from his buttocks, protruding like a tiger's teeth. If he got hit by one, even if his Vajra body was trained, it would definitely not be comfortable, let alone his half-baked physique. If he hit Zhang Ling on the chest, he would probably be seriously injured. Now He could only deal with the Tai Chi and finger-circling techniques that Zhang Jingqian taught him before. One is boxing and the other is swordsmanship. The only difference is that he uses softness to overcome hardness, and coupled with the strange light skill of Shadow Step, he fights across borders. Although he cannot win, But it can also save his life, which makes Zhang Ling have to think deeply about how afraid this brother is of being tricked and killed. In order not to actively provoke others, he has not taught any powerful winning fighting moves for several months. , but before leaving, Zong Chentian showed mercy and taught him the Kongyun Fist.
Clouds in the blue sky break through the stars, disappear and move thousands of mountains.
Zhang Ling thought in his mind, and took advantage of the situation to use it, and faced Zhang Qizhou's butt fist. The two of them were shocked and retreated at the same time. When the Kongyun Fist was released, almost all of his internal energy was concentrated in one arm. Not only was the punch amazing, but also With the remaining strength to protect his body, Zhang Ling wears an iron fist with soft cotton inside, and most of the stress is removed, so he looks as if nothing has happened. On the other hand, Zhang Qizhou does not feel so good. Logically speaking, he has a second-grade physique. It should be stronger than this young third-level man, but after this punch, his right hand was almost unable to lift, and it trembled when he exerted force.
A master of fighting who came down from the battlefield met a boy who came from nowhere and lost. This really made Zhang Qizhou feel aggrieved. But after a fight, he also found that the boy opposite him had many tricks and tricks, and he He just took action, was careless at all times, and almost got hit a few times, so the arrogant Zhang Shilang learned to behave and wait for his arm to recover, so that if the opponent took the opportunity to take action, he would have time to react.
At this time, Zhang Ling looked relaxed on the surface, but that punch also consumed a lot of energy. The opponent stopped and finally had a chance to breathe. However, Zhang Ling did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. If he really made this second uncle angry, he would not care about his hand. Even if you are injured, you have to fight non-stop. If you are not sure that the grandson and uncle will recognize each other, you will have to be overjoyed.
Zhang Ling smiled and praised: "Your Excellency, you are very skilled. My punch was really powerful. You punched me hard and didn't even say a word. You are really a real man."
Zhang Qizhou looked at him coldly and thought it was a provocation. He couldn't move his right hand, so he raised his left hand. Just as he was about to charge forward, Zhang Ling stopped: "Stop..."
But this strong-willed second uncle really couldn't listen, and he had to bear the risk of getting hurt again. Although Zhang Ling was flexible, he really couldn't stand up to his uncle's behavior. He threw his body and ran around everywhere. If you don't run out, just dodge in the yard.
At some point, many of the servants stopped what they were doing and stood in the distance to watch. After a lifetime of hard work, they finally saw a good show, and it was performed by their own lords. If it weren't for the fear of being punished, They can definitely applaud vigorously and appreciate the good work.
Zhang Ling looked closely and saw that they were looking for life-saving charms, so he rushed towards them. The servants wanted to move, but they didn't expect that the man was running so fast. Before they could come, Zhang Ling hid first. When he got behind them, thinking that they were all innocent spectators, Zhang Qizhou had to restrain himself, but his nephew really overestimated his uncle's kindness. In Zhang Qizhou's view, these people had nothing to do but join in the fun, and they deserved to be treated as a fun. Instead of evading, he just grabbed this person and threw it aside. Then he reached out to grab Zhang Ling. He almost succeeded several times, but he was dodged. However, Zhang Ling couldn't stop cursing in his heart. This person's character is really different from Chu Xingran's. There is a world of difference. A great master does not care about ordinary people, but Zhang Qizhou is different. Whoever stands in the way deserves what he deserves.
Zhang Ling wanted to shout stop, but Zhang Qizhou turned a deaf ear and ignored him. Zhang Ling sighed and thought that if he couldn't do it, he would go to the street and hide for a while instead of following his stubborn uncle.
Outside Zhang's Mansion,
Many people looked inside Zhang's mansion, listening to the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, but they couldn't see anything through a deep wall.
At the small noodle stall not far away, Ren Pingsheng was still sitting there. The owner of the noodle stall saw him looking into the courtyard and didn't leave for a long time, but it was an official family after all, so how could he dare to disturb him.
Ren Pingsheng suddenly stood up and said to the stall owner across from him, "I'll lend you a stool."
