My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Uncle Jiu, who was eating, noticed something unusual, stood up vigilantly, looked outside the living room, and found Zhang Jing standing outside the door, so he relaxed his vigilance.

But then he looked serious again, and he didn't even bother to ask about Yinggou, but hurriedly asked: "Zhang Jing, you came back just in time. What's the matter with Tingting, is she delayed by something? Why is she missing? When school was over this afternoon, your aunt went to school to pick up the child from school, but she didn't see Tingting, so she brought the guard back together. But I didn't find Tingting when I went to your house."

Although Uncle Jiu felt that Ren Tingting suddenly disappeared and didn't even pick up his son after school, it was a bit strange.

But didn't think much of it.

After all, Ren Tingting was a blessing in disguise back then. After fully mobilizing the ancestral blood of the Ren family and fusing the original corpse energy and Hou Qing's soul, her strength directly increased to the level of the late mage realm.

Even Uncle Jiu himself is not as good as Ren Tingting.

So they didn't think Ren Tingting would be in any danger.

In other words, in this small Xiangjiang, there is nothing that can threaten Ren Tingting in the late stage of mage realm.

In addition, when Zhang Jing visited Xiangjiang before, besides buying a house, he also bought some properties, so they guessed whether Ren Tingting was going to deal with something.

But when Zhang Jing heard the words, there was a 'click' in his heart.

My heart, which had just been relaxed, suddenly tightened up again.

"Tingting... is gone?"

Zhang Jing's eyes widened, the uneasiness in his heart was extremely strong, and his body trembled a little.

Not to mention that after Ren Tingting arrived in Xiangjiang, she didn't have to deal with anything for the time being.

Even if she really had something to deal with, she would never delay picking her son up from school!

There is only one possibility... and that is that she is involuntary now!

There is no way to pick up my son!

"Zhang Jing, don't worry. Tingting's disappearance doesn't mean there must be something wrong. Tingting's current strength, combined with your uncle and I, is no match for her. She will not be in any danger in Xiangjiang. Perhaps Wait a little longer, she will be back." Aunt Cane also stepped forward to comfort her.

"Master, the problem is not as simple as you think..."

Zhang Jing's voice became a little hoarse because of his anxiety.

If he didn't know that Yinggou came to Xiangjiang and Ren Tingting disappeared, Zhang Jing would be the same as Uncle Jiu and Aunt Cane, and would not think in the worst direction.

But the point is, now Xiangjiang has Yinggou, the most ferocious of the four zombie ancestors!

"Did something happen?"

Seeing Zhang Jing's expression was not right, Uncle Jiu also became worried.

If nothing major happened, Zhang Jing wouldn't be like this.

Zhang Jing looked panic-stricken, this was the first time they had seen each other in so many years.

"Win the hook, he is probably in Xiangjiang right now! Before we had time to surround and kill him, we tracked him all the way from Gantian Town to Xiangjiang."

"what?"

Uncle Jiu, Daoist with Four Eyes, and Aunt Cane were shocked when they heard the words, and their eyes widened.

If the win hook was in Xiangjiang, the situation would be completely different.

Zhang Jing calmed down his mind and didn't explain too much to the crowd. Looking at his son who was obediently eating with Lin Xuelian, Zhang Jing stretched out his hand, and the Demon Slaying Sword in the sword case galloped down from the air. .

"Uncle, I will keep this demon-slaying sword with you. If you are in danger, even if Yinggou comes, you can immediately pull out the demon-slaying sword, and it will not be a problem to protect you for a while."

Zhang Jing handed the sword box to Uncle Jiu.

Zhan Yaojian has followed Zhang Jing for more than ten years.

This was originally a psychic fairy sword. Later, Zhang Jing got the sword box from the Dongyang people, perfectly put the demon-slaying sword in it, and kept it stored all the time. It could not be unsheathed for more than ten years. It is hard to imagine what level it has reached.

Zhang Jing himself didn't know.

But at least, the shackles of heaven and earth have definitely been broken, and even if Ying Gou comes personally, he can resist it for a while.

"Buzz!"

The Demon Slaying Sword hidden in the sword box began to tremble, as if he was dissatisfied with Zhang Jing's handing it over to others.

And once the Demon Slaying Sword trembled, even if it didn't show its light, Uncle Jiu, who had a mid-mage cultivation, would find it difficult to control it.

"obedient!"

Zhang Jing gave a low drink.

Only then did the Demon Slayer Sword calm down, and it stopped shaking violently.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control this demon-slaying sword." Uncle Jiu said worriedly.

"The Demon Slaying Sword is psychic, as long as it doesn't refute Master Uncle, and Master Uncle performs the 'Xia Ke Xing' sword art, a little guidance is fine." Zhang Jing said.

Over the years, Uncle Jiu has practiced the sword art of knight-errant practice, and he is quite accomplished.

It is not a problem to forcefully control the Demon Slayer Sword and unleash its sword light that has been brewing for many years.

As for the Buddhist relic on Zhang Jing's body, it can be regarded as a magic weapon that has barely reached the level of a celestial master, but the requirements for manipulating the Buddhist relic are higher, and one needs to have Buddhist supernatural powers.

Neither Uncle Jiu nor Daoist Fourth Eye could push it.

After the arrangements were made, Zhang Jing left anxiously to meet Mao Xiaofang and the others.

At this time, under the guidance of the life card, Mao Xiaofang has basically locked the hiding position of the winning hook.

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Hong Kong University has been established for decades.

After decades of development, Xiangjiang University is now quite large, with thousands of students.

At night, the school is still brightly lit.

Some students study by themselves in the classroom at night, and some students play ball on the playground. Of course, there are also young couples walking hand in hand.

The Xiangjiang University at this time is almost not much different from the university in Zhang Jing's previous life.

There are very few people in the library at night.

In a remote corner, a man in a coat was carefully and quietly flipping through a history book.