Tianji City.

Ju family.

As a wealthy family, one must pay attention to family status.

In the high gate, there is a palace deep in the mountains.

There are no magical weapons or secrets of martial arts inside, but oil lamps.

Suddenly a breeze blew, and one of the lamps went out silently, without even a ripple appearing.

There are many oil lamps like this, but most of them flicker, or the light is blooming or dim. As for those that are extinguished, they stand alone among them.

The Qi practitioner who was sweeping the palace was dozing off, leaning against the pillar with his broom in his arms.

But unexpectedly, a figure walked into the hall.

It was a middle-aged man with an old appearance, wearing a yellow shirt and a robe with inscriptions on it. His deep eyes were staring at an empty bronze lamp in front of him.

He reached out and touched the copper lamp in front of him.

Still warm.

There was sadness in his eyes. He knew that there would be no good results for the child hanging out with that woman.

However, he didn't know how to persuade.

As a father, he cannot bow his head easily or to his son.

As the patriarch, he must consider the interests of the family, which led to such a tragedy.

In fact, he should take action, no matter who it is.

With the strength of the pinnacle Great True Lord, he has the qualifications to attack others.

a long time.

The young Qi practitioner who was sleeping soundly against the pillar finally woke up. This sleep was more comfortable than ever before, even better than any sleep he had ever had before.

But for some reason, there were many people standing around him, which frightened him and quickly got up from the ground.

Only then did he notice the yellow robe wrapped around him.

"Boy, did you sleep well?!"

The Jindan elder of the family said with a smile.

"Return to the elder...this is...?"

"how?"

"You don't even recognize the patriarch's robe?"

…

There were no stars or moon, so it should have been a dim sky, but under the light of bright lamps and the reflection of the mirror-like river, it was comparable to daylight.

night.

Whether you are drowsy or looking for fun.

Or maybe it’s the ascetic monk’s practice of concentrating his spirit and practicing his qi.

Everyone has their own way.

The tall and thin monk with the beauty in his arms is no exception.

Since he framed someone a month ago, he not only paid off his debts but also got promoted by the organization.

In the future, I will go from a walking person to a den owner with my own den. Most of my business will be selling stolen goods for the organization and helping the upper-level big shots to do their job without being able to show up.

"What ability does he have that gives me room to bargain?"

Zou Wenbao couldn't help but think.

In terms of that person's strength, he is pretty strong.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he just felt that he was not that person's enemy.

However, the gap between the realms of Jindan and Nascent Soul cannot be made up by the foundation. No matter how powerful a person is, there are limits after all.

For example, the eight-hundred-mile-long Han River, with painted boats like mountains and tall buildings, and star lights like the moon, turns the Han River into a fluttering Milky Way. This kind of place cannot be entered without a certain identity.

The strong and athletic woman said loudly at the door: "Uncle Zou, people outside say that I am an acquaintance of yours."

"My acquaintance?"

Zou Wenbao was stunned for a moment. He had many acquaintances in Tianji City, but none of them could set foot on the Han River Boat.

I couldn't help but think in my heart: 'Could it be that the governor sent someone here.'

Thinking that it might be Gongsun Wan who sent someone here, Zou Wenbao did not dare to neglect and said: "Please come quickly!"

As soon as the wing room of the painting boat was opened.

A tall figure squeezed in first.

The man wore a black and red Netherworld red robe with gold thread, and wore a pair of subway boots.

Mo is about seven feet tall, and even the strong woman next to him looks smaller and more delicate.

The monk lowered his head and stepped into the cabin. When he raised his head, his handsome face was revealed. The most special thing was his long scarlet hair.

"Familiar."

Zou Wenbao murmured.

Then his eyes shrank into two pinpoints, and he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

However, he found that his body was so stiff that it was difficult to move.

The familiar feeling came over again.

"It's bitter!" Zou Wenbao turned his head and waved his hand to signal the strong woman and the woman serving beside him to go out. Then he looked at the man who was sitting calmly and said: "Sir, since you have come out, we will be colleagues in the future. Your Excellency."

There are a lot of them, so don’t worry about the minutiae with villains.”

"Besides, if I hadn't been the introduction, I might not have been able to get a good job."

Tu Shanjun looked at the delicacies on the table and poured himself a glass of spiritual wine. Thinking that he would have to do something later, he didn't drink it. Instead, he said lightly: "You will definitely die if you dare to run. If you don't run, you can still live."

"Want to die or live."

"I want to live!" Zou Wenbao said without hesitation.

If a person takes the first step to become a real person with golden elixir, and his life span is increased by four to five hundred years, then does that person want to die?

He definitely doesn't want to die.

Not only do they not want to die, but they also want to live a good life. Even if they don't practice Qigong or enter the country in the future, they can still live a very nourishing life. Such people simply can't bear to die now.

"If you don't want to die, take me to the boat."

"Huafang?"

Zou Wenbao was shocked.

"The painting boat where Gongsun Wan is."

Until he heard the person in front of him say these words, Zou Wenbao, who was sitting on the other side of the table, felt a wave of malice rushing to the back of his head, making him shudder.

He tremblingly squeezed out the question through his teeth: "You... didn't come from Huafang, you came from..."

Zou Wenbao didn't finish speaking.

But everyone knew what he was going to say.

Tushanjun's expression was calm.

He got the information he wanted from Ju Qu's sea of ​​consciousness. However, Huafang was heavily guarded and covered with formations. Without an invitation, he would be turned away.

With Sanniang's magical power, he can indeed exert a certain degree of strength, but that combat power is reserved for Gongsun Wan, so using it to break the formation is really not a good idea.

Even Tu Shanjun himself did not expect that the branch of the organization would be set up in Tianji City.

Tianji City is indeed vast.

A mixed bag of fish and dragons, all-encompassing.

This is also the shortcoming of Dacheng and sect. Dacheng is inherently inclusive, unlike a sect where only one family of the sect is stationed.

Of course, hidden spies from other sects are not excluded, but relatively speaking they are not that mixed.

Zou Wenbao fell to his knees on the ground and wailed: "It will kill people."

All he faced was a pair of cold, indifferent eyes and an emotionless voice.

"Do you think people won't die if you don't want to?"

Tu Shanjun was completely able to control Zou Wenbao with the magic of hell transformation, but he didn't take action just to be safe.

If it really got to that point, he wouldn't mind giving it a try.

The woman standing next to Tushanjun holding the box said nothing.
To be continued...