Volume 1 Chapter 175 Wangting

Chapter 175 Wangting

Fang Jian argued: "Buddhists do good deeds for the happiness of the world. Helping others is to help yourself, but not to ask for favors in return. What you are doing is wrong."

Zhang Ai laughed loudly after hearing this. Zhang Tian was after school and I was very talented at playing rogue. He smiled and threw dozens of pieces of gold and silver, and said to Fang Jian: "Give him back one tael of silver and put away the rest; I owe him a lot." Think about it and forget you don’t have any money.”

Fang Jian used his magic sword to light up a piece of broken silver and pushed it to Zhang Tianfang, but the rest remained untouched, making Zhang Awei take it back: "A monk doesn't touch money." Then he shouted to Zhang Tianfang: "It's clear!"

Zhang was afraid that he was too lazy to talk nonsense with this mentally ill person, so he grabbed the money and stuffed it into his arms and said, "Come out of your big-headed ghost's house. Master Wuwu will say that you are not a monk!" Then he talked to Zhang Tianfang: "I won't go back to Licun." When Zhang Tianfang heard this, he asked anxiously: "Why?" He had worked hard to repair the house. It was the first home he owned and he cared about it very much.

Zhang Ain smiled and said: "What else can be done? Someone is chasing him." He stood up and left. He had to buy wood, tiles and tools. Zhang Tianfang was indignant: "I am the only one who kills people in the Holy Kingdom. It's really unlucky to hang out with you and be hunted down every day." Fang Jian was very interested in this topic: "Are you often hunted down?" Zhang Tianfang grabbed his money. , said angrily: "You big-headed devil, go to sleep!" Turned around and entered the bedroom. Fang Jian said depressedly: "Going to bed before noon? Also, please give me more money." Zhang Tianfang's reply came from the closed door: "Interest."

After learning about this, the girls didn't have any reaction. Anyway, they followed Zhang for fear of having no worries about food and clothing, and it would be the same wherever they lived. So the group of people started on the road again the next day.

The carriage was quite comfortable. There were stairs connecting the upper and lower floors, and the girls were equally happy. Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian were sitting in the front driving the car. Zhang Awei lay on the roof of the car and was lazy, with Xiaozhu sleeping in his arms.

The journey was fairly smooth. The carriage left the State of Yue and entered the State of Song, then turned north. There was not only one Niangzi Pass on the northern border of the Song Dynasty. From a military perspective, Niangzi Pass was the most suitable for attacking, so most of the barbarian armies chose this place to attack the Song Dynasty. But Zhang Ain and others chose another city, Wangting. Thousands of years ago, the Song army marched north. It took decades to conquer thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and a total of 300,000 soldiers were sacrificed. To show their merits, ninety-nine pavilions were built, stone tablets were erected, and the souls of the martyrs were buried here. Looking north, It is a metaphor for the long-lasting foundation of the Song Dynasty. After hundreds of years of development, Wangting has become a prosperous city with a population of more than 7 million.

Countless martyrs are buried in Wangting, and it is also known as the City of Heroes. Therefore, the folk customs are fierce and the men are aggressive. They carry knives when they go out and can fight on horseback. Even the barbarian army is not willing to bite this hard bone.

The reasons for choosing to stay here are, firstly, the large population, which makes it easy to hide; secondly, it is very close to Niangziguan, which is convenient for rescue in case of war. Zhang Ping had seen the map and found that Wangting was not too far from the city.

Everyone entered Wangting and stayed at the inn for a few days. After discussion, they decided to stay in the city, bought a large house at a high price, renovated it and moved in. When moving in, Zhang Tianfang said fiercely: "Whoever dares to chase me and force me to move again, I will destroy his nine tribes."

The new home was named Yun Mansion. Three grown men lived in the outer courtyard, thirty-six women lived in the inner courtyard, and two black tigers and four stupid dogs and monsters protected the courtyard. There was no outsider in the entire manor, and a new garden was set aside in a free space with a shade barrier. It contained forty monsters and fire monkeys and jade silkworms that Zhang Tianfang gave to Zhang Ping. Most of these monsters were fourth-grade monsters, four were fifth-grade monsters, and there was only one sixth-grade monster, which was an inconspicuous big turtle. The gopher-eating rat is also a sixth-level monster, and it keeps company with the giant turtle.

Zhang Ping treats them equally and feeds them spiritual energy pills to help them practice. Fang Jian was frightened and said in surprise: "Why so many monsters? Oh my god, so many monsters, so many?!" Zhang Tianfang said calmly: "I'll help you grab a few in the future." "Robbing them?" Fang Jian was stunned. .

"Nonsense, those people want to kill me, why shouldn't I snatch their monsters?" Zhang Tianfang's murder theory is simple and practical.

There were more than a hundred ghost beasts in Zhang Tianfang's beast control bag. Those things were dead and ugly, so they were not released. The hundreds of little snakes that Zhang was afraid of were still lazy and dormant in any place, making it difficult for ordinary people to detect them.

Fang Jian envied: "With so many monsters, we can form a monster army." Zhang Wen turned his head and saw that there are monsters that are good at defense, some that are good at offense, and some that set fire and spit smoke. It's really a battle. There was an unexpected and wonderful effect, and he nodded and said: "It's a pity that the cultivation level is a bit low. It would be about the same if they were all at level six or above."

"Sixth grade? Sixth grade is the intermediate level of pill formation, and monsters of the same level are more powerful than cultivators. Sixth grade monsters are comparable to high-level pill formation monks. How is that possible!" Fang Jian thought Zhang was a little greedy.

Wangting is a large border city. The Qingmen and Wuliang sects of the Song Dynasty were invited by the imperial court to build branches here to resist the barbarian sorcerers. They monitored the cultivators who entered Wangting and intercepted and killed them when necessary.

Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian didn't know how to hold their breath and store their energy. The spiritual energy fluctuations unique to monks spread out of the body at any time, causing them to be discovered by the disciples of the two sects as soon as they entered the city. I'm afraid even Zhang Wei didn't expect that their whereabouts would be revealed as soon as they entered the Wangting Pavilion.

There were portraits in the branch hall of the sect. After comparison, it was found that one of the two monks was Fang Jian, an abandoned disciple of the Qing Dynasty, and the other was a top-level cultivator. He had a sword on his waist. He was tall, burly and with a ferocious face. It was difficult to identify his identity. As for Zhang Ai and a group of women, they were all ordinary people who had just cultivated their qi, so the disciples of the two branches did not care.

The Qingmen branch reported the news and sent Lang Wuyi to preside over the matter a few days later. A mid-level Jindan cultivator also came with him. Lang Wuyi is a high-level Jindan cultivator, plus a mid-level Jindan cultivator, plus the strength of the Wangting branch, isn't it more than enough to deal with Fang Jian and a foundation-building cultivator?

Zhang Pa set up a formation in the courtyard, isolated a small space, and went in to help Fang Jian refine the weapon. Before anything else, he first made a protective robe and an attack weapon. Three days later, he withdrew from the formation, called Fang Jian, and gave him the refined things to try. Fang Jian's eyes lit up and he praised repeatedly: "It's really good, really good."

Zhang Pa smiled and said: "I'll give it to you if you like it." The clothes are green, and the sword is also green. They are all made of Fushen snake skin with five spirit essences and top-grade five elements materials. The effect is naturally extraordinary.

Zhang Tianfang followed to watch the fun. Seeing that Zhang Pa gave Fang Jian such a good weapon, but he didn't get one for himself, his face became ugly, and he snorted coldly and was about to leave. Zhang Pa laughed and said, "How can there be no one with yours?" He smiled and threw a black tights over. Zhang Tianfang took the clothes and liked them more and more, so he put them on immediately. Zhang Pa took out thirty-four white petticoats and said, "Ask Xier to help you comb your hair. It will be so ugly if it's messy. Take this with you and ask her to distribute it to the maids."

Zhang Tianfang took it and was about to leave, but suddenly realized that something was missing. He turned around and asked, "Is there no Xier's?" Zhang Pa scratched his head and said, "I'll give Xier's to her myself." He paused and said, "Forget it, you take it with you." He took out a pink long skirt.

Zhang Tianfang was in a good mood and started to joke with Zhang Pa, laughing, "It's pink, so beautiful, so beautiful, I'll tell Yunyi." Zhang Pa pretended to be indifferent and said, "Yunyi has one too, why tell her?"