Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Zhang Dianshan, kneeling at the gate of the Zhang family's old house, looked at the slowly opening gate, the two rows of people walking out neatly from inside, and the young man who stood out from the crowd. A strong sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart.

An ominous feeling emerged from the bottom of Zhang Xishan's heart.

Zhang Xishan's mouth moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

"Zhang Xishan, a direct descendant of the Zhang family of the Sun generation."

"Zhang Qishan, the half-blood who was kicked out of the Zhang family."

"Zhang Linbo, from the Zhang family's side branch with the character 'Lin' in the generation."

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The people kneeling at the gate listened to the young men standing in front of them reporting their names and origins one by one. Their spines, which had been as strong as pine and cypress before, suddenly bent down and their heads lowered deeply.

"I will save him."

When "Clan Leader" Zhang Xishan heard these words, he suddenly raised his head, only to see Zhang Qiling raising his hand and pressing it down again, stopping Zhang Xishan from saying the next word.

"I saved him not because I cared about the half of Zhang family blood in his body. It was because he was a fighter against the Japanese. So I saved him, but I didn't want those innocent people to be displaced."

"Since you have already chosen him, then you must firmly stick to your choice. No matter how difficult the future may be, you must not regret it again."

Zhang Qiling turned and left after he finished speaking. Two people behind him walked out of the carriage and carried the unconscious Zhang Qishan out.

Mr. Qi Ba curled up in the carriage and watched Master Fo being carried away by their people. He was also desperate. Since he had been seen and their leader did not say anything, he should have tacitly acknowledged him. He crawled out timidly and hid behind Zhang Xishan.

Zhang Qiling brought two members of the Zhang family who were carrying the unconscious Zhang Qishan to the family's forbidden area, while Zhang Xishan, Mr. Qi Baye and those who came with them were locked up in another courtyard.

The personal soldiers of Zhang Xishan and Zhang Qishan paced back and forth in the yard, wanting to inquire about the situation, but when they saw the Zhang family members guarding them outside, their hearts trembled again and they dared not have any extravagant hopes.

After waiting for a whole day and a night, when Zhang Qishan had lost all hope, Zhang Qiling came to them with Zhang Qishan, who was still weak and needed help.

"I allow you to stay here for a day or two. Once he's through his weak period, you can go down the mountain."

Zhang Qiling left without waiting for them to say anything. Zhang Xishan took the weak Zhang Qishan from Zhang Qiling's men and sent off the few people who stayed behind with Mr. Qi Baye's words of gratitude.

Zhang Qishan did not mention what happened that night and day in the forbidden area, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that he seemed to be losing something.

After resting for a day, Zhang Qishan took Zhang Xishan to Zhang Qiling's courtyard.

"Now that you're well, get out of here."

"From now on, everything in the Zhang family has nothing to do with you. Even after you die, you are no longer qualified to be buried in the Zhang family's ancient building."

"If you have any thoughts or actions that would harm the Zhang family in the future, the Zhang family will not show mercy to you."

Zhang Qishan and Zhang Xishan returned to the courtyard where the Zhang family had let them rest temporarily in a daze. After telling the soldiers what Zhang Qiling had said, some of the younger ones sobbed softly, "We have no home anymore!"

When Zhang Qishan and Zhang Yishan heard this, their hearts trembled and their noses slightly soured as they said, "Yes! We have no home anymore. We have really become homeless children."

After Zhang Qishan simply packed his luggage, he left the Zhang family's old house with his men.

Zhang Qishan held the reins with one hand and stroked the horse's mane with the other. He looked back at the Zhang family's old house, looked at it deeply, imprinted it in his heart, then jumped on the horse and walked in front.

After Zhang Tingshan and his personal soldiers took a last look at their former home, they all mounted their horses and left the place.