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Swords were tense outside, and here Chuanshan pulled Geng Er to stand in front of a beautiful small building and glanced at each other.

"Why did you change the jumping location just now? How do you know that is the entrance to the inner formation?" Geng Er, who was wearing a Taoist robe, raised his head and asked.

"I don't know." Chuanshan replied honestly, "Intuition."

The strange thing is that Geng Er seemed to accept the answer by looking at his expression, and he nodded in agreement: "This shows that you have surpassed a certain level in the study of formations, and you can barely reach the level of a master."

"Oh?"

Geng Er explained: "The process of learning, first, to imitate; second, to be proficient; third, to understand by analogy; fourth, to create, you are now in the third stage. Come on, master, judge whether this is an illusion or real world?"

Chuanshan smiled and took a big step...

Waiting until the evening, more and more cultivators appeared around Zhang's mansion.

Xiong Mengzhou was secretly surprised. If he remembered correctly, only a few people inside the Qingyun faction knew about this trip, and the news that there was a treasure here had never been circulated in the world of cultivators. Why did so many cultivators come all of a sudden today?

Who broke the news?Or is there some conspiracy that he doesn't know is brewing in this small town?

Some cultivators went around the Zhang Mansion without giving up, but they never found the entrance to the inner formation, nor did they see the two Taoist priests.

Except for the displeasure and worry caused by the actions of these cultivators, the other cultivators seemed to have no complaints. They just wished that someone would find the entrance to the inner formation.

Xiong Mengzhou and the old beggar, who seemed to be arguing a lot, did not really quarrel as some cultivators hoped, and after a few words, they disappeared as if nothing had happened.

Everyone is waiting for an opportunity.Some cultivators who have met or made friends with each other gathered together, or passed on voice or talisman, while sharing their own inside information, while trying to win over good players, so as to get a bigger share in the treasure hunt that will surely come later soup.

Under the leadership of Qing Yangzi, the disciples of the Qingyun School returned to Tingzhu Garden.

Ming Guanzi seemed to have something to say to Qing Yangzi, and kept following Qing Yangzi closely.

that evening.

Zhang Mansion, listen to Zhuyuan.

A head popped out of the gossip well in the garden.

Geng Er turned his head to look around, and jumped out of the well.

Chuanshan jumped out of the well after him, both of them had disappeared, and their aura was restrained to the extreme, not only the disciples of the Qingyun Sect in Zhuyuan, but also Xiong Mengzhou and others around did not notice that there were two more people here.

"Why did you come out?" Geng Er asked himself.

"They don't like us, so kick us out." Chuanshan's Taoist robe has been turned into ashes, and he pulled out a black robe to cover his strong body, and changed his tone: "Do you think we entered the inner circle just now?" Yet?"

"What?" Geng Er looked into the well that had just climbed out.

"I always feel that the monster just now seems to want to say something to us, it seems to be forcing us to fight..."

"Maybe it wants us to help it with something outside the formation?" Geng Er guessed.

"For example? It wants us to help it, at least it has to make it clear, just kick us out like this, who knows how to help it?"

"I'm just saying maybe. Maybe people simply don't like us...Someone is coming."

The two looked at the gate of the garden together.

Zhang Yanjia, the owner of the Zhang Mansion who is over forty years old and has a refined temperament, looked up at the sky, and stepped into the flower-shaped arch of Tingzhu Garden.

Chuanshan held Geng Er and watched Zhang Yanjia pass by them.

"This man..." Chuanshan stared at the back of the middle-aged man thoughtfully.

"You know him?" Geng Er raised his head and asked.

Chuanshan was flipping through his memory, "Follow up and take a look. There must be a reason why we came out of here."

Chuanshan didn't say that the monster became very anxious and eager after fighting with him just now.

Zhang Yanjia lightly knocked on the carved wooden door of the small hall in the garden, and said: "Immortal Elder, Mr. Zhang is here to disturb you."

No sound came from inside.

Zhang Yanjia knocked on the door again, "Immortal Chief, Mr. Zhang has something to ask for advice."

The carved wooden door opened silently.

Qing Yangzi was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the center of the hall, her downcast eyes seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.

Zhang Yanjia said "Excuse me", and stepped into the hall.

Outside the door, Chuan Shan saw Qing Yangzi, who had the demeanor of a master, with a mocking smile on his face, and his spiritual consciousness said: "Look, this is the demeanor of a cultivator, it doesn't look like you, I only know eat."

Geng Er silently stuffed the meatloaf he had just taken out of his arms into his mouth, and then threw it to him after eating: "Are you like a cultivator?"

Chuanshan snatched the second meatloaf he took out and took a big bite.

Geng Er... angry!

"Sir, when do you plan to leave?"

Qing Yangzi seemed to be asleep, her drooping eyes didn't seem to raise at all.

Zhang Yanjia is probably used to Qing Yangzi's ignoring attitude, so he just said to himself: "You said you need to wait, how long will you have to wait? Can I let the family and servants in the Fuzhong leave first?"

Qing Yangzi remained silent.

Zhang Yanjia held back his anger and shouted at Qing Yangzi: "Immortal Elder?"

"Shut up, why are you arguing?" Jinyi Mingguanzi walked out from the room, frowned and scolded: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me unless I told you? You don't understand this kind of Taoist mystery. My uncle is practicing. , Hurry up and get out!"

Ming Hezi, a young man in gray who was practicing in the corner of the hall, opened his eyes.

Zhang Yanjia glared at Ming Guanzi, put his hands behind his back and smiled coldly, "Get out? This is my house, you are guests, I only heard that the host drives out the guest, but I have never heard of the guest kicking out the host.

"You Taoist priests came to my house and said that there was a monster in my house and we had to get rid of it, otherwise it would be bad for the whole Linyao City. I have endured you so far. But now I, the owner of the house, can’t even ask about a little thing, what’s the reason for that?”

Ming Guanzi didn't expect that a small mortal would dare to talk back to him, so his face immediately fell down.

Zhang Yanjia sneered again: "You said you came from Qingyun Taoist Temple, but not only have I never heard of Qingyun Taoist Temple, but...as monks, why do you wear brocade clothes? Not to mention morality and character?"

Ming Guanzi's face was ugly, and he asked every word: "What did you say, try to say it again!"

The gray-clothed boy looked at Zhang Yanjia worriedly, and then glanced at Ming Guanzi with disapproval.

Zhang Yanjia put one hand behind his back, stroked his beard under the chin with the other, and said fearlessly: "What if I say it again? Although I, Zhang, is no longer an official, I am not an ignorant squire who can be deceived and played at will. You are deliberately deceiving, it is still too late to leave at this time, if you let me know that you have other unrighteous intentions... I, Zhang Yanjia, can still speak in front of the county magistrate of this city!"

Chuan Shan, who was secretly observing these people with his spiritual sense, suddenly held Geng Er's hand tightly.

Geng Er looked at him suspiciously, and asked him with his spiritual sense: "An enemy?"

"No, it's a benefactor."

Ming Guanzi had probably never been so disrespected by mortals in his eyes, and immediately flew into a rage, waving his palms to teach the middle-aged man a lesson.

Chuanshan didn't care whether he was exposed or not, he was ready to save people as soon as he moved his hand.

At this moment, Qing Yangzi, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head and opened his eyes. With a light wave of his robe sleeves, Ming Guanzi's offensive was resolved.

"Uncle!" Ming Guanzi shouted: "This mortal is so rude to you, nephew and I..."

"No need." Qing Yangzi opened his eyes and looked up at Zhang Yanjia, and said indifferently, "Six days later, the demon will be eliminated at Haishi. Don't bother me during this period of time, just go."

Zhang Yanjia frowned, Qingyangzi's indifference was more abominable than the arrogance of the man in brocade shirt, it was a kind of disdain that came from the bottom of his heart, and the tone he spoke to himself was like a kind of charity.

How can this person really be reasonable, if not...

A gust of wind swept over the angry Zhang Yanjia, Zhang Yanjia opened his eyes wide, and suddenly found that he lost control of his body and was swept into the sky, and was swept out of Tingzhu Garden by the strange wind in an instant.

Chuan Shan Yi La Geng Er caught up with the strange wind.

Listening to the bamboo garden, Ming Guanzi looked at Qingyangzi with a puzzled face, "Uncle Shi, this person is so rude, why don't you ask my nephew to teach him a lesson? Also let him know the difference between ordinary people and immortals! "

"He's still useful." Qing Yangzi didn't seem to want to explain further, just said: "Have you brought everything you were asked to bring?"

"I've brought them all." Ming Guanzi answered first.

Qing Yangzi pointed to the eight trigrams well in Zhuyuan courtyard, and said: "You follow my instructions, form a formation and meditate around that well, and you will be able to get the treasure six days later at Haishi."

Ming Guanzi was overjoyed, "Uncle Shi, is the treasure really still there? Didn't someone take it away?"

"go!"

"Yes!"

The five people who heard the sound transmission responded in unison, no one dared to ask any more questions, and they all appeared in the courtyard together.

Zhang Yanjia watched helplessly as she flew out of Tingzhu Garden and over the main hall where her parents lived.

The servants who saw them screamed, and the Zhang family panicked for a while.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yanjia flew to the Dongxianju courtyard where he and his wife lived.

There is a rockery and strange rock that I like in the courtyard, but no matter how much I like it, I don't like it so much that I want to bump into it.

Zhang Yanjia tightly closed his eyes, is this the fate of speaking disrespectfully to the Xian family?

Knowing that the other party is very tricky, but still can't help contradicting the other party, this problem of mine has almost ruined my whole life, ha ha!

"Master—!" Mrs. Zhang jumped out.

"Hurry up and save the master!" The little book boy yelled in fright.

The quick-response servants all rushed towards Zhang Yanjia.

Zhang Yanjia was already waiting for the excruciating pain of hitting the rockery, and was even prepared for the end of being hit with bloody bones and broken bones.He was sure that Qing Yangzi would not kill him, otherwise he would not have lived till now.

A hand rests on his waist.

"Master?!" Mrs. Zhang, who was completely exhausted, was supported by the maid, and she covered her mouth with a handkerchief and shouted.

"Master, are you alright!" The book boy threw himself in front of him.

Other servants also gathered around him.

Zhang Yanjia opened one eye, huh?He actually stood in front of the main room?

Zhang Yanjia opened both eyes, turned to look at the rockery in the courtyard, and then looked at where he was standing, and saw a big hand on his waist.

Zhang Yanjia turned his head, and a cute and chubby boy was smiling at him with his head up.

Zhang Yanjia also smiled at the boy.Whose family is this child?Son Zeyu's friend?But why is he wearing Taoist robes?

"Master Zhang, please stay safe."

A deep male voice sounded beside him, and the big hand moved away from his waist.

Zhang Yanjia turned around abruptly, and saw an unusually tall Yingwei man behind him clasping his fists and smiling at him.

This man didn't wear Taoist robes, but he was wearing black clothes, and black clothes were not something ordinary people could wear in the Xi Dynasty.

"you are……?"

"Master Zhang, you may not remember. Before I joined the army, I had the honor to meet you once. After that, my younger brother was taken care of by you in many ways. I thought that you had finally been promoted in Yu County for nearly ten years, but I didn't expect... "

"I didn't expect that I'd already been dismissed and went home?" Zhang Yanjia laughed, thinking desperately who the brothers might be.

"Master Zhang, this is not a place to talk, look..."

"Yes, yes, let's talk in another place." Zhang Yanjia turned his eyes and found that his wife and the book boy were looking at the tall man and the boy with eyes of surprise, gratitude and fear.

Was it this person who saved him just now?How did they come to the inner courtyard?Who are these two people?What is the purpose of coming here?

Zhang Yanjia said he was impolite, went to appease his wife first, then told the servants not to talk too much, and finally ordered Shutong to make tea and send it to the East Wing, and asked him to call the housekeeper.

After everything was arranged, Zhang Yanjia led the way.

Chuan Shan nodded to Mrs. Zhang as a salute, and followed Zhang Yanjia with Geng Er.

"You know him?" Geng Er asked.

"Hehe, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet this person here." Chuanshan laughed softly.

He had no intention of alarming the owner of the mansion and the Qingyun sect right now, but he had no choice but to act after seeing that the owner here was actually his younger brother's mentor. It happened that he also wanted to ask the owner of this mansion something.

"He is the county magistrate of our hometown. His name is Zhang Yanjia. When I joined the army, he was the county magistrate of Yu County. He has a very upright official style and a good voice among the people. Later, when I heard Chuanhai mention it, I realized that he had not moved. Until Chuanhai led his family to flee his hometown, he was still a small county magistrate." Chuanshan said with a smile.

"I heard from Chuanhai that Mr. Zhang is still his mentor. After Chuanhai was admitted to be a scholar, he had to sponsor him, and he had to be recommended by him to become his disciple before he could enter Beijing for the exam. Thank you for helping Chuanhai and my family escape from the government. In short, my Luo family owes him a lot."

"There is destiny in the dark." Geng Er murmured.

Zhang Yanjia turned around, "What did the little brother say just now?"

Chuanshan and Geng Er kept talking with their spiritual senses, and only the last sentence Geng Er uttered. Zhang Yanjia had no idea that the two of them knew everything about him.

Geng Er smiled at him, "It's nothing. I just wonder if Mr. Zhang is not afraid that we are bad people? Why is he not surprised to see us at all?"

Zhang Yanjia stroked his beard and laughed, "If I'm not mistaken, it was this chivalrous man who saved me just now, right? Since you can save people, either you are good people, or you want something from me, so why should I be afraid You? As for why you are not surprised... If you had seen a Taoist priest suddenly appearing in front of you before, and showed off a few magic skills of the immortal family, you would be as calm as I am now."

"Master Zhang is kind." Chuan Shan praised.

"Haha! Don't call me my lord. I'm no longer an official. Call me Uncle Zhang if you think highly of me. If you don't want to, call me Sanwei Zhang."

"Three monsters?" Geng Er was curious.

Zhang Yanjia probably saw that Geng Er liked it, took a step slowly, and walked with him: "This is the nickname given to me by the folks in Yu County in the past, saying that the first monster does not accept bribes, the second monster does not beat people, and the third monster If you don’t get promoted for ten years, you’re called Zhang Sanwei.”

Chuanshan couldn't help laughing, this grown-up seemed very proud of the nickname, and his words were full of pride.