Ren Pingsheng picked up the stool and walked to the corner outside Zhang's courtyard. He put the stool down and stepped on it. Although he didn't have the same skills as Zhang Ling, the stool was enough for him to turn over and get in.
But just after climbing over the courtyard wall, the scene that appeared in front of him was very strange. Zhang Hongshan stood in the distance and stopped to look. Zhang Qizhou, the minister of the Ministry of War, leaned forward. The emperor's master Wang Qianzhong, who was standing in the middle, pressed his head with one hand and held his head. Standing on one leg, Zhang Ling held a golden mace behind his back, showing his majestic appearance. This prevented him from falling to the ground in embarrassment.
Wang Qianzhong pushed forward with one hand and pulled back the golden mace with the other. Zhang Qizhou retreated one after another, and Zhang Ling barely managed to steady his pace.
The father and son hurriedly saluted: "I have met the Imperial Master."
After the ceremony, everyone looked at Ren Pingsheng who suddenly slipped in. Today, the mansion was really lively and different from the previous coldness.
Wang Qianzhong didn't pay attention to the young man who came later, and looked sideways: "Zhang Ling?"
The Imperial Master, who had already entered the realm of Dacheng Grandmaster, could see it at a glance, but his inner thoughts were not as complicated as before. The purpose of Zhang Ling's actions could not be figured out immediately.
Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then took off his mask and smiled awkwardly: "Look, this is really weird and difficult!"
Wang Qianzhong glanced at Zhongshang in his hand and swung down his mace.
It will be slow if it enters the eyes, and it will be quick if it is seen by Qi.
Zhang Ling didn't hesitate at all. In an instant, he opened his golden eyes wide and raised his sword to resist. However, the difference in strength between the two was as great as clouds and mud. With one blow like the sky, Zhang Ling did not dare to stop for a long time and suddenly slipped out.
Although Zhang Ling had been dealing with Zhang Qizhou for a long time before, he had never been so depressed. He just squeezed out the remaining strength with one blow.
Fish travel in Taihu Lake, flying as fast as they can, but once they leave the water and dry up the land, they cannot use all their abilities. Now Zhang Ling is just like this swimming fish out of the water. He is completely defeated inside and cannot use his special skills even if he really has it.
At this time, Zhang Ling truly envied those who had such strong inner strength that they could use their unique skills without any scruples. When fighting, they would be so dazzled that it made people's hearts beat. For example, Song Qingtian and Du Haifan were such heroes, and Zhang Ling immediately felt that they were An unreachable distance from the realm of the Grand Master.
The fish out of water escaped once, but he really didn't have the strength to avoid the fisherman's second move, so he could only raise his national flag and let the unpredictable force of the move pass through his body. A dark force quietly exploded in Zhang Ling's body, and the oscillation was uncomfortable. .
However, Zhang Ling knew that Wang Qianzhong had already stopped, otherwise this trick would be enough to end his life.
Wang Qianzhong shook his head: "You are so different from your father. I really don't know why Guoshang chose you."
Zhang Ling secretly cursed in his heart. He knew that at his age, Zhang Mingze could not fight by himself. Things like your mother-in-law, Ba Chong, only had this ability to bully the small ones. How about returning to the Yuan realm? , maybe you didn’t get it by holding it in for more than ten years?
Although I thought so in my heart, I still wanted to be flattery on the face: "That's what the adults said."
Wang Qianzhong glanced at Zhang Ling, full of disdain, then looked at Zhang Hongshan and said: "Zhang Shangshu, no matter what, since he pulled out the National Memorial, it belongs to him, and you cannot take his place." , I will truthfully report this matter to Your Majesty today."
Zhang Hongshan just sorted out his thoughts and felt much relieved when he learned that his grandson had obtained the knife. However, he also had new worries. The national catastrophe was in the hands of Zhang Mingze, the son of the former general. Zhang Qizhou, who had been heartbroken for many years, was afraid that he would be killed again. Obsessed.
Zhang Hongshan didn't look as frightened as he was troubled at the moment. He had a calm mind after many years of ups and downs in the officialdom. Facing these sudden events, he just sighed softly: "Since the Imperial Master has said so, I will lower my official rank." Of course it’s impossible to say.”
Zhang Qizhou clenched his fists and stood aside, silent, staring at Zhang Ling with his eyes fixed on him. He felt resentful in his heart, but more importantly, he was excited, and he unconsciously felt it.
Wang Qianzhong said to Zhang Ling: "Follow me to see His Majesty."
The Zhang family father and son stayed where they were, watching the two of them walk towards the door, with Ren Pingsheng following closely behind.
After being stunned for a long time, Zhang Qizhou showed his face and said: "Father, I want to go to the border."
Zhang Qizhou sighed with emotion: "I don't know whether what happened today is good or bad. You can go if you want. As a father, you should also think carefully about what to do in the future."
Ren Pingsheng did not follow the two of them, but returned the stool and drove back first.
The streets were noisy with people coming and going, either as traders or lackeys, or from time to time as well-dressed people. Therefore, the two men, one holding a gold mace and the other holding a knife, were particularly eye-catching, and everyone would avoid them when they saw them.
Wang Qianzhong walked in front and said nothing. When he thought clearly, he struck Zhang Ling with his mace for no apparent reason and made him lie on the ground with all four limbs on the ground.
The passers-by who had been taking a long way around him suddenly dispersed when they saw such a scene.
Zhang Ling endured the pain and got up. The corners of his mouth raised. He knew in his heart that the other party had probably guessed his purpose. Chen Liuren had made his identity public to the public. Saying it at this time of unfathomable water would be tantamount to pushing him to the forefront, and Zhang Ling Ling Zi couldn't do what he wanted. It was a small matter to ask Chen Liuren to pay for a sword. The main thing was to drag him into the water. For Chen Guo, national mourning was not just a simple sharp blade, but also a symbol of the divine pillar that protects the country. , Now that the knife is in Zhang Ling's hand, Chen Liuren can no longer watch the fire from the other side, waiting for the right time to come out and make a profit.
What Zhang Ling wants is to tie His Majesty to him, a grasshopper on a rope, to die together. Zhang Ling admits that he has no fearless spirit to sacrifice his life for justice, but he will not harm innocent people, but In Wang Qianzhong's opinion, this was a different story.
Wang Qianzhong said angrily: "You are really nothing compared to your father, you are too selfish."
Zhang Ling dusted off his dusty sleeves to wipe away the blood, and sneered: "How is the court? How is the family? Don't you think it's ridiculous for the Imperial Master to say that a young man is selfish?"
Wang Qianzhong struck Zhang Ling with his mace again. Zhang Ling fell down and got up again, still laughing: "What? He's so angry that he's so embarrassed!"
Wang Qianzhong moved his hand, put it down again, and just shouted: "If you dare to talk more, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"
Zhang Ling said calmly: "I am still useful today. You don't dare to kill me. Even if you have been away from the world and realized that your brain is not working well for more than ten years, you will not do such an impulsive thing. But if it were the Shenzhu of that year, , I'm afraid I'm already a dead person. Only with me here can Ren Pingsheng have sufficient reason to take control of the power. What you, Wang Qianzhong, can't do, you can only rely on him now. So, you really think you are the one who made clear decisions before. The head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate? Can you still clearly see the situation in the world?"
Zhang Ling yelled: "As the Prime Minister said, are you still worthy of the title of Emperor Master?"
Wang Qianzhong said angrily: "Shut up!"
