Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 577: Tang Clan Leader's Decision, Zhang Huaiyi's Change
Gao Li saw Marshal Zhang looking at the sky with some worry, and comforted him:
"Don't worry, Marshal. When it comes to lurking and assassinating, the Tang Clan is the ancestor of assassins. It will be no problem to eliminate the Bihe Mountain Ninjas."

Marshal Zhang nodded and said solemnly, "That damn bastard, since it was recommended by that little Taoist priest, I believe it's fine."

Then, he looked at Li Shuwen next to him and said, "Shuwen, you old man, why are you here? You don't say a word. Are you mute?"

Li Shuwen shook his head, looking at the long mountain road ahead, and said in a deep voice: "General, we have arrived at the territory of the Tang Sect. Not far away is the Tang Family Fort. Although there seems to be no one around this mountain road, there are many people watching us secretly."

As he spoke, Li Shuwen glanced at the treetops on the left with a sharp gaze.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and the northwest wind was blowing on the ground, but the treetops were leaning towards the southeast against the wind.

Marshal Zhang had walked through bloodshed and piles of dead bodies, so he naturally noticed this. He laughed loudly and said:

"That bastard, he was right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. He must have some skills. Hahahaha, this is exactly why I came here. Let's go up the mountain."

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Shu is mountainous, and Tangjiabao was built on the mountain.

People in the martial arts world say that the Tang Sect is the Senluo Palace, dark and terrifying, but in fact it is a different scene. It is painted in fine vermilion, simple and elegant, with flying beasts on ridges and buildings lined up one after another. At first glance, it does not look like a sect but more like a fortress.

In the Tang Sect's main hall, there was a carpet and a huge painting hung on the inner wall. It was carefully painted with vivid brushstrokes, showing an earth-shaking battle. Thousands of troops were attacking an isolated city. A general with golden aura was standing on his horse with a sword in his hand, staring at the isolated city with eager eyes like a devil.

In front of the big painting, two people were sitting and drinking tea.

A man wearing a grey robe, with neat white hair, one eye, lean and tall, exuding a sense of vicissitude and calmness that comes from having experienced the vicissitudes of life. This man is none other than Tang Bingwen, the head of the Tang Clan.

The other man was slightly plump, smiling, and looked very kind. He wore a white shirt and a well-tailored black suit. He had the neat Shelby hairstyle that mafia members often had. In this era, it was definitely fashionable. This man was Tang Jiaren, the head lord of the Tang Clan.

Tang Bingwen took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and said, "Brother, Marshal Zhang from the Northeast has come up the mountain. I guess he came here to deal with the Japanese pirates."

Tang Jiaren smiled slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and said, "Brother, do you want to take over his business?"

Tang Bingwen was silent for a moment, and then said, "This world of strange people is very dangerous, but it is very fair. We, the Tang Sect, are assassins. The lives of assassins are rootless, just like fallen leaves in the wind and duckweed in the water. Over the past thousands of years, countless heroes have risen and fallen in the world of strange people."

"Among them, there are also some people whose lives will last forever. This may be because their spirits are immortal and they live on despite death. Or it may be because although they themselves are dead, their descendants have formed a force in the martial arts world that no one can shake. Their reputations are therefore immortal."

"For thousands of years, the forces that have been able to stand firm in the alien world include Tianshi Mansion, Shangqing Sect, Shaolin Temple... these three religious sects with a long history, as well as some prominent families."

"These noble families can continue to exist, not only because they have some special abilities, but also because their ancestors made many contributions to the world. This is true for the four great families, and it is also true for our Tang family."

"Brother!"

Tang Bingwen turned back to look at the large painting on the inner wall: "For thousands of years, our Tang Clan, Tang Family, has been doing a business that is hated by everyone, but we have been able to stand firm. We have seen him build a tall building, we have seen him entertain guests, and we have seen his building collapse. In addition to the fact that our methods are feared by the world, it is also because of our integrity."

"Hundreds of years ago, the Golden Family suddenly rose to power, unified Mongolia, and destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty. The Mongolian Khan Mongke at that time was even more unstoppable, leading his army to attack Diaoyucheng, which is not far from our Tangjiabao."

"Diaoyucheng is impregnable, and the defending general Wang Jian is also a master of military tactics. However, the Mongolian Khan Mongke is the grandson of Temujin, the founder of the golden bloodline. He has the strongest golden bloodline at the time and is known as the world's number one innate extraordinary person."

"The Golden Bloodline is too powerful. Legend has it that they have endless Qi, a strong physique, and an unparalleled recovery speed. They are like ghosts and gods. No city can stop them. Not only in the Southern Song Dynasty, but also in the West, they are also invincible and have conquered an unprecedented territory."

"General Wang Jian was confident that he could stop the Mongolian army, but he had no confidence that he could stop Mengge. So he came to our Tang Sect with the mentality of giving it a try, in order to buy Mengge's life."

"My Tang Sect accepted the offer and took Mengge's life. General Wang Jian also defended Diaoyucheng and has been stationed in the city. He has been guarding the city for fifty years with the help of the army and the people. He has demonstrated the bloodiness of the Bashu people and the integrity of the Tang Sect."

"Why is it that our Tang Sect, a notorious assassin sect, is respected by the Tianshi Mansion and Shaolin Temple? It's not just because of our means, but also because of our integrity."

"Now that the red-haired people are all around and the Japanese pirates are invading our borders, since that Zhang is here to buy his life, let's accept it." Tang Bingwen said calmly.

"What Junior Brother said is of course that as businessmen, there is nothing we cannot accept. It is only natural to use money to avoid disasters," Tang Jiaren smiled grimly, "What the Gao and Ma families cannot do, we the Tang Sect will do. Those who the Gao and Ma families cannot kill, we the Tang Sect will kill!"

"Anyway, I can kill anyone who gets close to me!"

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The sky is covered with dark clouds, the mountains are green, and the fish-scale roofs are covered with dark green tiles.

Marshal Zhang and his entourage have arrived at the gate of Tangjiabao.

Viewed from this angle, the entire Tangjiabao gives people a feeling of not only being spectacular, but also being solemn, majestic, heavy and solid. It is like a legendary giant that cannot be knocked down. No matter who wants to destroy it, it is nothing but a foolish dream.

"Marshal, this is the Tang Sect." Gao Li said, then he walked over and talked to the Tang Sect disciple at the door.

The Tang Clan is a business, so naturally there is no reason for them not to receive guests, and they immediately welcomed Marshal Zhang and his party in.

Walking past the gate of Tangjiabao and entering the fort, you will see buildings facing south and lined up in a row. There is not a single tree planted around the aisle in the middle.

The road was very long, and some assassins hid in the shadows of the heavily guarded buildings on both sides. As one walked along it, one felt an invisible sense of tremendous pressure.

Marshal Zhang took a deep breath, walked along the path and came to the front of the hall. He stopped, looked up, and saw Clan Leader Tang sitting in the hall and the large painting behind him.

"He..." Marshal Zhang paused and took back the "Fuck you". In the current atmosphere, this sentence was really inappropriate. One should be tough with guns and soft with words.

He calmly stepped over the threshold, walked in with a smile, and said with a cupped hand: "What a beautiful painting! This must be the head of the Tang Clan!"

Tang Bingwen returned the greeting, poured a cup of tea for Marshal Zhang, and pointed to the chair next to him: "Please!"

Marshal Zhang sat down calmly and started chatting with the head of the Tang clan.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing; Jianghu is about human relations.

Being able to rise from a bandit to a powerful commander in the Northeast, he was certainly not a fool. With just a few words, the atmosphere became lively.

After a few polite words, Zhang Dashuai returned to the topic and said, "Brother Tang, I am having a hard time sleeping and eating. These little devils even know when I poop and whether it is watery or dry. They really want to penetrate into my stomach and become roundworms. I am here for no other reason than to ask you to help me kill them. Money is not a problem, I just want you to do it as soon as possible."

Tang Bingwen did not reply to Marshal Zhang immediately. He held the teacup and brushed the water surface with the tea lid while saying, "Who recommended our Tang Sect to you? The Gao family? Or the Ma family?" Marshal Zhang smiled and said, "None of them. It was the little Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain!"

Longhu Mountain... Little Heavenly Master... Tang Bingwen smiled, put down the teacup, and said, "If you want us to take action, that's fine. Where's the information?"

Information... Marshal Zhang glanced at Gao Li beside him and said in a deep voice:

"I have checked that group of people. Their goal is unknown. I only know that they seem to have been betrayed, and Bai Yunian did not take any action. Therefore, they are different from those who shout that they are loyal to the emperor. They only listen to their leader."

"This time, I don't know how the Japanese used to persuade that leader, so my request is to kill that leader. In this way, their surveillance of me will be broken, and I will be able to continue dealing with the Japanese over there and bide my time."

Sect Leader Tang remained silent. Before meeting Marshal Zhang, he thought Marshal Zhang had a clear assassination target, but he didn't expect that he had none at all and had to search on his own.

Seeing that Sect Leader Tang didn't say anything, Marshal Zhang quickly waved his hand and Gao Li handed over a large suitcase. When they opened it, they saw that it was full of gold.

Tang Clan leader glanced at Huang Jin nonchalantly and said, "The commander is really generous!"

"This is only half of the reward. If it succeeds, there will be the other half!" said Marshal Zhang.

The head of the Tang Clan said calmly, "Marshal, the price you offer is ridiculous. You command hundreds of thousands of troops and control the economic power of the Northeast... but you can't even tell the difference between the noble and the humble. How did you get to this point?"

That’s too rude. I wonder if they’re going to turn against each other... Gao Li’s heart was pounding when he heard that.

Li Shuwen let his hands hang naturally, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, as if nothing had happened.

Veins on Marshal Zhang's forehead were throbbing. Since he became successful, no one dared to speak to him like this for a long time. Even the people from the Japanese pirates were polite to him. But now he was asking for help, so he did not get angry. He suppressed his unhappiness and said with a smile:
"If Sect Master Tang feels that it is not enough, the price can be negotiated. I, Old Zhang, will double the price for this inheritance!"

The head of the Tang Clan raised his one eye and looked at Marshal Zhang with a half-smile: "It seems that when the little Taoist priest introduced you to me, he didn't tell you about our current special situation."

"These Japanese pirates invaded our land and killed our compatriots... Their lives are cheap! They are not worth this much money."

Marshal Zhang: “…………”

Damn it, I got so scared that I thought I was seeing a lion and was about to open its mouth...

Li Shuwen: “…………”

Gao Li: “…………”

"What... when did this rule come about? Why didn't I know about it?" Gao Li asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I just decided it," said Tang Clan leader calmly. He looked at Marshal Zhang and said, "I'll charge you ten bars of gold. That's not too much, right?"

Marshal Zhang laughed and said, "Not too much, not at all. The Tang Clan leader is very open-minded. I, Old Zhang, really admire him!"

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Longhu Mountain, on the training ground of Tianshi Mansion.

Ever since he learned the Tiantong Finger created by Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Jin has been practicing finger techniques besides practicing Ni Sheng.

Lu Jin thought of the scene during the morning class that day when Senior Brother Zhang put his fingers together to form a sword, and white Qi burst out from his fingertips and condensed into a Qi sword.

At that time, he felt that instead of letting the Tongtian Finger shoot out like a gun and injure people from a distance, it would be better to condense it at the fingertips and wield it like a sword technique.

"If you can perfectly control your Qi, then when you condense it into a sword, you can lift heavy objects with ease, switch between real and fake, and make the sword long or short. This is definitely a high-level sword technique, but how do you do it?"

Lu Jin frowned. What Senior Brother Zhang could do easily was a big challenge for him.

He began to practice, first controlling his own Qi and letting it burst out from his fingertips.

It is not difficult to make the Qi shoot out from the fingertips, but the difficult part is to keep the Qi that shoots out of the body at the fingertips and be able to make a swinging motion, which is really difficult.

He tried several times but failed, and even felt like he had no idea where to start.

But at this time, Zhang Huaiyi, who was returning to the mountain, passed by the training ground and noticed that Lu Jin was practicing Tiantong Finger.

He suddenly had an idea and thought to himself, although he knew that the deputy leader of the hall was his senior brother's inner demon, and fighting it was almost the same as fighting his senior brother, he had never tried it before and did not know the other party's strength. If he tried rashly, he would easily get into trouble. Why not take Lu Mang to test the waters and explore the way?
Thinking of this, Zhang Huaiyi smiled and went over to greet him: "Brother Lu!"

"Brother Huaiyi, you're back!"

Lu Jin responded with a smile, and then he realized that since Zhang Huaiyi had returned, that meant that Senior Brother Zhang had also returned.

"Excuse me!" He immediately wanted to go to Zhang Zhiwei for advice.

"Hey, Brother Lu, where are you going?"

Zhang Huaiyi quickly called out to Lu Jin, but hadn't started to instigate him yet.

Lu Jin was a loyal and honest man, and he immediately explained the reason.

Hearing this, Zhang Huaiyi's mind rang with his master's words, telling him to stop being a mouse who hides his incompetence and to get out into the sun. He immediately said:
"So that's it. For this kind of thing, you don't need to ask Brother for advice. He can do it as easily as eating or drinking. If you go and ask him, you may not get any advice. I have a method that can help you master it quickly!"

Lu Jin, a loyal and honest man, did not doubt him. His eyes lit up and he asked, "What's the solution?"

"The training of controlling Qi needs to be gradual, so some tools are needed."

Zhang Huaiyi immediately started giving instructions. He first took out a silver dollar, pinched it in the palm of his hand, rolled it into a ball, and then slowly stretched it, like pulling noodles, into a long silver thread.

"Don't think about stopping the Qi you shot out in the void at the beginning. First attach the Qi to the silver thread and extend it out. First learn to control the silver thread, and then gradually get rid of it."

Afterwards, Zhang Huaiyi pinched the silver thread between his index and middle fingers, covered the Qi on the silver thread, stretched it straight, and as he swung it, there were bursts of sounds of breaking through the air.

(End of this chapter)