Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 60 Can you hear him, Heming?

  Fang Family Land is located in the west of the city.

  In other words, the wealthy families of Fenglin City are all gathered in Xicheng District.

   Among them, the Zhang family land is eastward, close to the city lord’s mansion. The royal family is located to the north, close to the arsenal. The Fang family land is the most south, but among the three surnames, it is the closest to the Sanfen Xiangqilou, the Chase Gambling House and other Jinjin Caves.

  Some other families are scattered among the three surnames, which can be regarded as a buffer.

  Going to Fang Family Land from where Jiang Wang is now, it is natural to walk directly in front of the City Lord’s Mansion. But it is obviously impossible for a bald man to agree to this route, and Jiang Wang would not even mention it.

  He suggested that the two of them walk from the south gate, through the area where the common people live, to the Chase Gambling House, then pass through the Sanfenxiangqi Building, and go directly to the Fang clan land.

  This route takes a long circle, but it is undoubtedly very safe for a bald man.

  The journey went smoothly. When the city guards were patrolling on the road, Jiang Wang even took the initiative to help the bald man cover it.

  Now, they finally came to the front of the Fang clan.

  At this time, the sky gradually dimmed.

  ...

  Jiang's house in Feima Alley.

  Ling He stood up suddenly: "Can't wait any longer!"

  They all knew that Jiang Wang couldn’t help but appear at such an important moment as Jiang An’an’s birthday.

  At first, they thought Jiang Wang had gone to prepare some other surprises, but by now it was almost night. No matter how you prepare for a surprise, it is impossible to miss the time. Something must have happened to Jiang Wang.

  Zhao Rucheng pressed Linghe and said, "Boss, you are here to accompany An An. There are many people in my family, I will go and see."

  The Zhao family is rich and rich, naturally there are a lot of manpower, really want to go out to find someone, much more useful than Linghe. And An An must be accompanied by someone, otherwise even if Jiang Wang finds it back, if something happens to An An, Jiang Wang will not forgive them.

  Linghe naturally knew this truth, so he had to default.

  The aroma of the food has been lingering for a long time, An An is very hungry, but An An has no appetite.

   "Where did brother go?" she asked.

  Zhao Rucheng winked at Ling He, and then said: "It should be the sugar man who bought you in Fengxi Town. Don't you always say that you want to eat the sugar man from Fengxi Town before?"

   "Grandpa Zhang's house!" Jiang An'an added crisply.

   "Yes!" Zhao Rucheng said: "But it's getting dark soon, I'm afraid your brother can't see the way. I will pick him up with a lantern."

  ...

  The so-called "Fang Clan Land" does not have a clear boundary, and there are no walls to separate the inside and outside. It's just a large area that was agreed to be a custom. The Fang clan people have lived here for generations, and they have gradually become a clan land.

  "We'd better dive in and don't disturb other people." Jiang Wang suggested: "Otherwise they will ask you, I can't explain."

  Going to a friend’s house, there is no reason to bring outsiders. Jiang Wang's suggestion is very reasonable.

  "Where is the small courtyard you are talking about?"

   Jiang Wang pointed out the direction very familiarly.

  I was thinking about it again and again.

  His biggest disadvantage is that he has not laid the foundation yet, and this bald head is a powerhouse in the sixth rank of Tenglong Realm. The realm gap is like a chasm.

  But his biggest advantage is that he has not laid a foundation. He didn't lay the foundation, but relied on the extraordinary swordsmanship and martial art refining technique, and he had the strength that surpassed ordinary wandering realm monks. This was something that the bald man could not predict in advance, and it must have been unexpected to him.

  Jiang Wang had a surprise and an unexpected opportunity to him.

   Yes and only once.

  Along the way, the bald men kept holding Jiang and looking at his shoulders, and at this time they just pulled slightly. The two turned into a shadow and plunged into the shadow of a pedestrian in front of them.

  After following this person for a while, the bald-headed man pulled Jiang Wang out, "What then? Where to go?"

   Jiang Wang did not conceal his surprise at this secret technique. After looking at the road, he pointed in another direction.

  The bald man smiled softly: "This concealment technique is not difficult to learn. As long as you listen to my instructions, I can teach you."

   then took Jiang Wang into the shadows again.

  After several consecutive times, the night completely enveloped the sky, and the two also floated into the small courtyard where Fang Pengju had brought Jiang Wang to.

  This almost silent method of indulgence made Jiang Wang more vigilant.

  Fortunately, there is no arrangement for other people to live here, but it is so deserted.

  This small courtyard was left to him by Fang Pengju’s dead father. Because of the special position, almost no one would come.

  Of course, even if this yard is allocated by the Fang family, Jiang Wang has something to say. His friends almost never come back to live, and it is normal to let them live, and he hasn't been here for a long time, so it makes sense to not know.

   Sniffing the unpopular dust in the yard, the bald man nodded in satisfaction.

  According to his habit, he naturally killed people immediately.

  But Jiang Wang has already introduced him naturally: "The first three yards of this yard are a big dining hall. You can go there to steal food and eat."

   Jiang Wang turned his back to the bald man and pointed in the direction of the dining hall.

  "My friend thinks that there are too many restrictions in the clan, and basically will not come back to live."

   Then turned around and said: "The patrol time of Fang's guard is..."

  The sword flashes!

  Jiang Wang suddenly drew his sword without hesitation or hesitation!

  The first style of Ziqi Donglai sword killing method, the fastest one of the five style killing methods.

  But this sword was not meant to attack the bald man, but with Jiang looking at him, over the high wall in one fell swoop, and turned into the courtyard next to it!

  The bald man is definitely not a procrastinator, but Jiang Wang is talking about the patrol time of the Fang clan guards, which is very important for him to hide here. But I didn't expect that this person violently broke out in the middle of his words.

  The bald man didn't even think that this kid who had not yet laid the foundation would have such a fast sword. It was far beyond his judgment of this level of strength, and he was caught by it and fell through!

   "Who dares to break into Fang's ancestral hall without permission?"

  Jiang Wang had just jumped into the courtyard next to him, when he heard a violent drink, an old man with white beard and hair jumped out of the room.

  Yes, the small courtyard where Fang Pengju once lived is next to the Fang's ancestral hall. This is Jiang Wang's procrastination!

  Fang Pengju’s father, after practicing hopelessly, was arranged here as the guardian of the Fang family. Of course, the real temple guard is not him. He is only responsible for cleaning the courtyard and cleaning the memorial tablet, which is actually a kind of bullying. He silently endured, but pinned all his hopes on his son.

  Fang Pengju grew up in this courtyard, and after his talent gradually showed, he didn't want to move to other courtyards.

  Jiang Wang had a plan. He had a face-to-face meeting with the white-haired old man and fled. At the same time, he urged Dao Yuan to shout: "Heart-swallowing demon! I want you to explain this today!"

  Then Xiong asked, who chased into the Fang's ancestral hall, and the old man with white hair was shocked at the same time.

  The former was shocked at being aware of his identity, while the latter was shocked at the foul name of the Heart-Eater.

  But the thought was just a flash. The two faced each other at this time. There was no reason not to try one hand.

  Especially the white-haired old man who sits in the Fang clan's ancestral hall, how could it be possible for a bluffing name to give up the blame and leave?

  When he jumped out of the room, he began to prepare Dao Shu. He planned to target the little thief with the sword, but at this moment, rubbing his hands together, an arrow with fluttering feathers emptied away.

  Fang Family Preaching Skill, Thousand Feather Arrows.

   To tell the truth, this Taoist technique is no better than the Taoist technique of the Taoist Academy, and it is even a lot cruder. Yinjue is cumbersome and flamboyant. The rapid changes in Taoism in the Taoist Academy are also the reason for the gradual decline of family practice.

   However, the old man has been immersed in this technique for many years, and his familiarity has changed, and he has also cultivated his eighth-grade Zhoutian realm. The power cannot be underestimated.

  However, Xiong Wen just roared, and the tyrannical Dao Yuan urged the sound waves to smash the floating feather arrows.

  He casually smashed a few arrows that were rushing towards the vital point, and the whole person bumped into the body of the white-haired old man, digging out his heart with only one hand!

  There was Jiang Wang's yell, his whereabouts have been leaked at the moment, he must get out as soon as possible, and make a quick decision. Therefore, he used thunderous methods to move, and would rather suffer a slight injury than instantly kill his opponent.

  Xiong asked to look at the shriveled heart in his hand, and threw it to the ground: "Unappetizing."

  The white-haired old man did not expect that he would not even be able to survive a single move, but he was determined to give his opponent one.

  He looked at his old heart that was going away, exhausted his last strength, urged all Dao Yuan in Tongtian Palace, and rushed into the Ling Yin in his hand.

  Guanghua is open.

  The entire Fang's ancestral hall was shrouded in a layer of clear light, and on the top of the clear light, there was a phantom crane staying.

  It has a long body and stand tall, with cold eyes.

  The white-haired old man used his last life to inspire Fang's ancestral shrine formation.

  He vaguely heard Heming.

  　Thank you book friend Ayao Shen for your reward~

  (End of this chapter)