Chapter 40 The World

That person, that room, that scene, so familiar, is his ancestral home. The charming half-old Xu Niang is her mother; the cold and capable serious look is her father; the not very prosperous but warm house is her own home.

"Dad! Mother!" Zhang Zixuan's voice trembled a little. He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or real. He could only subconsciously shout at his parents. In the inner hall, Zhang Jing and Mu Guizhi sat on the chair and frowned.

"Longlong, are you back?" His mother, Mu Guizhi, is as kind as before, and affectionately calls his baby name - Zhang Zixuan was born in the Year of the Dragon, so his baby name is Longlong.

"Mother...Dad...I'm back!" Zhang Zixuan said excitedly that he was sure it was true. Because only his closest relatives will call out his nickname in private.

Mu Guizhi walked to the door and looked up and down at his son with a happy face.

And Yi Jiaojiao advocated that Jing also stood up and nodded to Zixuan and said, "Just come back!"

With just four words, Zixuan was so moved that he almost cried out. His father has always been indifferent to him and rarely defends him. Even for so many years, he has not taken the initiative to go up the mountain to find him.

"Guizhi, you take Zixuan to wait in the back hall. I'm still going to meet those distinguished guests."

Zhang Zixuan didn't understand why his father's attitude changed so quickly. He was fine just now, and now he wants to see some distinguished guests again.

As in the past, his father was still dedicated to the rise and fall of Yijiao. Zhang Zixuan looked at Zhang Jing's tall body and thought of it.

But at this time, Mu Guizhi's face was full of worries. She asked, "Don't you really need me to go? Maybe it can help."

Seeing that his mother said so, Zhang Zixuan suddenly felt that things didn't seem to be that simple.

"There are only a few bloody people, not so much." Zhang Jing smiled and said, "No matter what, the people on the blood gate can't come out at will. Among the people below, only a few immortals are my opponents. Moreover, now the Blood Gate doesn't want to fight with us, Yijiao.

"But..."

"Needless to say, that's it!" Despite Mu Guizhi's opposition, Zhang Jing went to see the special envoy of Blood Gate.

"Dad! I'll go with you! They don't come to you if they have something to do, but come here. I'm afraid it's fraudulent. Zhang Zixuan called Zhang Jing and said, "Anyway, I also have the strength of a fairy now. Am I worthy to meet guests?"

Zhang Jing was going to make a rebuttal. Later, when he listened to Zhang Zixuan's words, he frowned and asked, "The strength of the fairy?"

Zhang Zixuan knew that his father didn't believe it, so he looked into the inner hall and saw two fragrant teas on the tea table. So, his eyes turned, and two fragrant teas flew out of the air and stopped in front of Zhang Jing and Mu Guizhi.

"Dad and mother, drink tea!"

"If it's just taking things from the air, it's not a fairyland." Zhang Jing looked at his son and knew that he would definitely have a trick.

"The weather is getting cold now. Drinking cold is harmful to your health." The lid of the two cups of tea suddenly opened, revealing the steaming tea inside and said, "I specially took the two old to heat them up."

Zhang Jing looked at the hot tea in the cup. First, she was happy, and then looked gloomy and sighed, "Let me go."

After saying this, he sighed and walked out of the door. Zhang Zixuan greeted his mother and hurriedly followed his father.

The boss of the Zhang family's old house is not much bigger. Zhang Jing and his son have reached the living room of the house in a few steps.

"Master Yi! I've been looking forward to you for a long time!" The speaker was a young man with a smile on his face and a soft appearance, which contrasted with a touching scar on his right face. He was dressed in black, but another red knife was embroidered on his chest. Unless special cases, the disciples of the Blood Gate will have a blood-red knife on the chest of their clothes, symbolizing the power of iron and blood.

"It's polite!" Zhang Jing first bowed his hand, and then asked, "Your Excellency, I don't know what to do with your visit today?"

The young man smiled first and said, "Master Zhang, it's a loss of identity to be so abrupt."

"I'm sorry, I'm at home now, not easy to teach. So at this time, I am Zhang Jing, not the master of Yi Jiao.

"Master Zhang is really fast! Then I'll tell the truth! What our blood door means..." The expression on the face of the young man in black suddenly became fierce: "I want your whole family to die!"

Zhang Jing and his son were all stunned in place, but at that moment, they saw the young man. With a flash of gold in his pupils, Zhang Jing and his son felt that the meridians of his whole body seemed to be blocked by something, and they could no longer move.

What's going on? Zhang Zixuan's panic in his heart was endless. He tried his best to run the dragon formula to break through the ban of this young man, but he could not get in touch the slightest aura in his body.

He looked at his father in horror and found that his father was also stiff. Unbelief, he looked at the young man again.

When the young man saw the appearance of the Zhang family and his son, he laughed: "The frog in the well, how can you peep at the sky? The light of the rat's eye, how to recognize the hero? Zhang Jing, when I catch your family, we will calculate the account slowly!"

With that, he flew away. Zhang Jing was stunned for a long time, and then lowered his head and said nothing.

This man is so awesome! Before I saw his technique, I was restrained by him! What on earth is he from? Are the people of the Blood Gate so powerful? Looking at him, he is at most 20 years old, but how can he learn such a unique skill? Thinking about himself, Zhang Zixuan couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"Touching" something was thrown on the ground and raised a mass of dust. Zhang Zixuan looked at it and found that it was his mother.

"Ha ha. Now your family can be reunited!" The young man in black pointed to the osmanthus branches on the ground and said, "You should be happy!" At least your family can die together."

Zhang Jing raised his drooping head slightly and said in a low voice, "Lei Tianqiang! It's really you!"

"Oh? How can you recognize me? Master Zhang!" Lei Tianqiang, a man in black, looked up at the sky and laughed and said, "Hahahaha! Decades! I've been working hard! Practice! It's just to help me ask for justice for more than 40 people in the Lei family today!"

"Not bad! Thirty years ago, it was indeed my fault. I will bear it! However, it's not as bad as your family! Please show mercy!"

Lei Tianqiang laughed louder, and then he put his face to Zhang Jing: "Is it worse than his family? Huh? What about the Dong family? What about the Fang family? What about the Yuan family? I'm the only one left in our four families. How can I deal with myself? Is this the misfortune of your family?"

"I didn't know at that time... I was also ashamed of it. Although I knew about this before, I definitely didn't know that they were even those old and young women and children..."

"I don't know that they actually destroyed the whole four families?" Lei Tianqiang straightened up, his eyes were confused, as if to say to himself, "Can I trust you?"

"What are you talking about? My father has been chivalrous all his life. He will never do such unfaithful things!" Zhang Zixuan was a little angry when he saw that Zhang Jing was humiliated everywhere. Zhang Jing has always been the template in Zhang Zixuan's heart. He absolutely doesn't believe that his father can destroy the family.

"Shut up!" Zhang Jing roared at his son. He has always felt sorry for the people of the four families, the cycle of cause and effect, so that he has no more inch in the Taoist sect and has been staying outside the top of a flower. Now it's not easy to meet the descendants of the four major families. Naturally, I hope that he can forgive himself so that his Taoist heart can be rejurized. The debts of more than ten years have been too tiring.

Lei Tianqiang did not look back at Zhang Zixuan, but raised his head slightly, as if recalling something: "Your son is really like me when I was young, so impulsive and straightforward. However, the world does not depend on these to make a living. You have to become tolerant and fierce to survive. Just like this..."

"Ah!" Zhang Jing's right hand was broken by Lei Tianqiang, and his face suddenly turned pale. Where his arm was broken, blood flowed into the column. Mu Guizhi and Zhang Zixuan couldn't stand shouting.

"If you have the guts, you can cut me!" Zhang Zixuan shouted, feeling very uncomfortable. This indirectly means that he has harmed his father!

"Shut up! If you say one more word, I will expel you from my Zhang family!"

Lei Tianqiang looked at the father and son and said with a sneer, "What a scene of father and son! I'll let you watch how your father died today! After your father, it is your mother. After your mother dies, you will die... Ha ha!"

With that, Lei Tianqiang took out a rusty knife. He gently rubbed the knife and muttered to himself, "Father, you can finally kill your enemy today. I will cut him with a thousand knives!"

With that, he tightened the knife in his hand, then lit the knife in front of Zhang Jing and said, "This knife is the one that inserted into my father's right chest and killed him. Now, I will return this knife to you as it is!"

"One knife..."

The knife fell, and Lei Tianqiang cut off a piece of meat on Zhang Jing's right shoulder. Zhang Jing was in pain all over, and cold sweat flowed down like rain.

"Dad!" Jing!"

"Two knives..."

"Ah!" Another blood flashed, this time on the left shoulder. A piece of palm-sized meat flew in front of him, and Zhang Jing couldn't help shouting.

Zhang Zixuan suddenly felt that the knife was not on his father, but in his heart. He began to regret being so impulsively contradicted him just now.

"Three knives..."

The rusty knife brought a touch of bright red again. A piece of meat on Zhang Jing's left knee disappeared again. Zhang Jing, such a tough person, fainted in pain.

"Ah!" Mu Guizhi couldn't stand the blow, and he fainted with Zhang Jing.

"It's just three knives! Did you faint?" Lei Tianqiang wiped some blood on the knife on his hand, and then smelled it on the tip of his nose, "You still owe me 297 knives!"

"Enough!" Zhang Zixuan couldn't help it anymore. He felt that his blood was surging, but he couldn't move. He even tried to call the horned dragon and dragon in the purple mansion, but there was still no news.

"No! Not enough! It's definitely not enough!" A tear fell from Lei Tianqiang's eyes. I don't know whether he was talking to himself or answering Zhang Zixuan.

His hand still didn't stop. He still cut off the meat on Zhang Jing's body with a knife. Zhang Jing kept fainting in severe pain, woke up in pain, fainted again, and woke up again... like that.

"Stop...hand...ah!" Zhang Zixuan shouted, and then it was dark in front of him and fell into a coma.

"Why don't you help him?" The horned dragon envoy witnessed all this in Zhang Zixuan's Zifu, and he couldn't bear to suffer this heavy damage.

"Help him? How can I help? Long's voice sounded puzzled: "How do you want me to help? Isn't this for his good?"

The horned dragon was silent for a while, and then said, "But this method is too cruel!"

"Creality? Is this called cruelty? Long laughed a few times, with a little sarcasm in his tone: "Cerrasaurus, you have never been a leader. I don't know what it means to be 'a person who achieves great things, regardless of trifles'.

The horned dragon is silent again. Think about it, the leader of the witch, whether it is the patriarch or the twelve ancestor witch, lacks that kind of decisiveness and fierceness in the event. So that the witches were all destroyed, and the prosperous scene was never seen again.

"Why don't you go back to practice? Although witchcraft is extensive and profound, if you don't recover your skills quickly, it's useless to find the right body for you!"

"Yes!" The horned dragon knew that Lao Long was annoyed with him and sighed and answered, "Then I'll go!"

After a long time, I forgot how long it was. I only remembered that it was a long time. Zhang Zixuan opened his eyes nervously.

It's that scene again! That man, that room, that scene...

Was that an illusion just now? He looked at the two people sitting well in the hall, and his mind was clear.

"Longlong, are you back?" Mu Guizhi was still so kind. She walked to the door and looked up and down at her son with a happy face.

Was it really an illusion just now? Why is it so close to today's situation? Am I dreaming? Or am I in a dream?

Zhang Zixuan was shocked and shouted, "Dad! Mother! Don't go to see that bloody man!"

Zhang Jing stood up and looked at Zhang Zixuan with a surprised face. Mu Guizhi gently put his hand on Zhang Zixuan's forehead, with concern and said, "Child, do you have a fever? How did you know that there was a special envoy from the Blood Gate?

"Mother! You believe me! Let's go! Dad! Run away!" Zhang Zixuan thought of his father being cut by thousands of knives, and suddenly shuddered all over: "If you don't leave, it's too late! ...It's too late..."

"Longlong, tell my mother, what's going on?" Mu Guizhi hugged Zhang Zixuan in his arms. His warm and white hands gently stroked his hair. Liu Yue frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Jing for help.

Zhang Jing stood at the door with his hands behind his back and took Zhang Zixuan's behavior in his eyes. Under the measure again and again, he only said one word: "Let's go."

"Go? Where does Master Zhang want to go?" It was still the young man in black with a graceful appearance and a scar on his face. When the three looked at him, they saw a flash of gold in his eyes and stabbed several people' hearts like a cold weapon, and the three of them couldn't move.

"Hong Fu, the master of Zhang, has been a good year!" Lei Tianqiang touched the scar on his face, then took out the rusty knife and handed it to Zhang Jing.

When Zhang Jing saw the word "Yi" engraved on the knife, his mind suddenly turned gray. He muttered, "What should come will always come. Lei Tianqiang, I didn't expect you to be so big. I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Wait for me? Hahahaha! Then why do you want to leave? Huh?" Lei Tianqiang gently touched the rusty knife and said, "Do you know why it rusts? That's because... there is my father's blood on it! Today, it's time for all this to end. After you die, I'm going to find them..."

Zhang Jing looked at Lei Tianqiang slowly raising his knife and said, "I can bear all this alone." Would you please let my family go?"

"Have you let it go? I don't even let myself go. How can I let them go? Lei Tianqiang smiled, and the knife drew a beautiful arc in the air and took away a piece of blood red.

Zhang Zixuan looked at it silently, panicking like a frightened bird, standing aside tremblingly, and did not dare to say a word.

"This is the first knife." Lei Tianqiang looked at Zhang Zixuan on one side and laughed: "A coward... It seems that your Zhang family is either a cruel and despicable person, or a timid, greedy and afraid of death. What a joke!"

Zhang Jing looked at Zhang Zixuan and didn't know what was wrong with the child. He was so scared. He endured the severe pain and shouted, "Zixuan! Our Zhang family only has arrogant bones and no knees! Keep your eyes open and watch!"

Zhang Zixuan's whole body was shocked, peeking at Zhang Jing, and then turned his head and closed his eyes.

When Lei Tianqiang saw this scene, he shook his head and said, "Tut-tut, your son really can't be taught!" Zhang Jing! You still owe us 999 dollars to our four families!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Zixuan closed his eyes, as if he could feel his father's pain. The voice was like a sharp thorn, straight into Zhang Zixuan's heart. His eyes darkened and he fell into chaos again.