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

As soon as Zhang Yi came in, he first glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, and then looked at Yi Qian with a strange expression.

He actually felt the feeling of a young Taoist priest listening attentively to a lesson from an old helper.

Yi Qian saw Zhang Yi, the old man, coming in and staring at him. He coughed lightly, relaxed his body, leaned back tactically, picked up the long-extinguished pipe next to him and took a puff, and said unhappily:

"What are you looking at? Don't you know you should knock before entering?"

"Oh, it's you, my brother. You were sitting there so shyly. I thought you were some Taoist priest who had just started his career!"

Zhang Yi said, imitating Yi Qian's sitting posture just now, curling his lips and saying:
"At his age, he still acts so hypocritically. It's disgusting!"

"You! Presumptuous!!"

Yi Qian was furious. He slammed his pipe on the table, reached back and muttered:
"Where's the sword? Where's my sword? Nai Gong, I must stab you to death with one sword!"

"Kukuku..." Zhang Zhiwei tried hard to hold back his laughter, which made a sound like a barbell. He shrank into the corner, trying to reduce his presence. He stood straight with his hands behind his back, holding a Seven-Star Magic Sword in his hand, which he had just taken away.

Uncle Zhang Yi secretly gave him a thumbs up and said, "Good boy, it's worth it that I, your uncle, have loved you so much."

Where is my sword? Didn't I bring it with me? No, that's not right. I always carry my magic sword with me... Yi Qian couldn't find the magic sword, so he picked up his pipe and hit Zhang Yi on the head.

Yi Qian has been using this pipe for decades, and he carries it with him day and night, and it has been nurtured by the Qi a lot. Over the decades, although it does not have the power of a magic weapon, its hardness is no less than that of ordinary magic weapons.

Zhang Yi didn't want to see which was harder, his head or the pipe, so he quickly dodged backwards, and Yi Qian chased him with the pipe in his hand.

Among the older generations, Zhang Yi has never lost an argument and never won a fight.

He hides, he chases, he can't escape even if he has wings.

Seeing that he was about to be hit, Zhang Yi quickly hid behind Zhang Zhiwei.

"Nephew, save me!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hands and blocked Uncle Yi Qian's pipe, advising:
"Uncle Master, there are many people in Zhengyi Temple, so we still have to be careful about the impact. If Master sees this, he will definitely say that the atmosphere of Longhu Mountain has been corrupted by you."

Yi Qian pulled at the pipe in his hand, but found that it didn't move. He pulled hard, but it still didn't move. He was so angry that he snorted coldly, let go of his hand, sat back in the armchair, paused, and said:
"The cigarette is out, please light it again and bring it to me!"

Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Zhiwei and winked at him.

Zhang Zhiwei understood what he meant and knew that this was Uncle Yi Qian trying to save face and save face.

Of course he couldn't refuse to cooperate. He stared at the tobacco in his mouth. Sparks were coming out of the tobacco, and he quickly handed it to Uncle Master Yi Qian.

"Uncle Master, come and have a smoke!!"

Yi Qian took the pipe, took two puffs, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and the matter was over.

"Old man, what are you doing here in Zhengyiguan?" he asked Zhang Yi while smoking a cigarette.

"Zhiwei is back, I'll come over to take a look!"

Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Zhiwei, stretched out his hand and pinched his head and body, and after confirming that he was fine, he smiled and said:

"Good boy, you are getting stronger and stronger. It's true that we in Longhu Mountain take care of people. Come on, come on, follow me to the Great Shangqing Palace to meet my senior brother!"

Yi Qian held his pipe against the door and said, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished yet!"

"Where were we just now?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Yi Qian said, "Speaking of your fight against the Western Vampire King."

"The King of Vampires, what is that? Is it a ghost that specializes in sucking blood?" Zhang Yi asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhang Zhiwei was about to explain, but Yi Qian spoke first:
“Although they are called ghosts, strictly speaking, they are similar to the zombies we have here.”

"Zombies?" Zhang Yi immediately became excited. "I'm an expert at dealing with these things. I've killed quite a few zombies in the past."

"Of course I'm not afraid of ordinary zombies, but what about the king of zombies?" Yi Qian said.

"The King of Zombies..."

Zhang Yi pondered, he had never seen the Zombie King, but according to some fragments left in ancient books, this thing was very scary and not so easy to deal with.

"Can you tell me in detail about this zombie king and how you dealt with him?" Zhang Yi asked Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't bother to repeat himself and told his uncle about Akado's abilities and how he killed him.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi said: "Although there are some similarities, strictly speaking, this thing has nothing to do with the Zombie King. It cannot be classified as a zombie. It is more like an evil cultivator who has practiced strange and evil magic, just like Qing Xuan."

"If there weren't some special means like Samadhi True Fire, it would be very difficult to deal with this kind of evil cultivator!"

Zhang Yi touched his chin and concluded: "If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to kill him, I could only seal him."

"Come on, if it were you, you wouldn't be able to beat him at all!" Yi Qian didn't give him any face at all.

Zhang Yi was very unconvinced: "I can't beat them, but how can the ancestors and generals I invited not be able to beat them?"

"Of course there will be no problem with the ancestors and the generals, but not necessarily with you," Yi Qian said.

Zhang Zhiwei slightly retracted his index and middle fingers, and had a strong urge to give his two uncles a beating on the head.

The two uncles felt a chill on their scalps, and they stopped arguing at the same time, looked at Zhang Zhiwei, and spoke at the same time:
"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Zhiwei let go of his hand: "It's nothing, you two continue!"

The two looked at each other and lost interest in arguing.

Yi Qian looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Keep talking!"

Zhang Yi continued: "Start from the beginning!"

"I'm not interested in continuing like this. I plan to go and pay my respects to Master," Zhang Zhiwei asked Zhang Yi, "Uncle Master, is Master still in the Great Shangqing Palace or the Tianshi Mansion? Has he heard about my return?"

"I know everything, how could your master not know? He is waiting for you in the Great Shangqing Palace. He is so anxious that he even holds the newspaper upside down!" Zhang Yi said directly.

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

Yi Qian: "…………"

"Then I will go to the Great Shangqing Palace first. I can't let Master wait for too long."

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and left, pushing open the door. A large group of fellow disciples had gathered outside the door. They formed a circle and were listening attentively to Tian Jinzhong's story about his trip. When they saw Zhang Zhiwei coming out, they hurriedly greeted him warmly.

Zhang Zhiwei responded one by one, then walked out of the door, waved his hand, rode a ball of cloud, and headed straight for the Tianshi Mansion. Yi Qian and Zhang Yi hurriedly jumped onto the cloud.

"There are so many pilgrims down there, I say you better be careful about the impact." Yi Qian scolded. "Don't worry, when we go out, I will use Qimen Dunjia to cover our figures, they can't see us." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Hearing this, Yi Qian looked down and saw that, as expected, the pilgrims were coming in and out normally and were oblivious to them above their heads.

Zhengyi Temple was not far from the Dashangqing Palace. Soon, the three of them arrived and pushed open the door of the Zhenren Hall.

Zhang Jingqing sat on the armchair, reading a newspaper in his hand, and ignored the arrival of Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Yi and the others.

"Brother, what are you looking at? Are you looking at it so intently?" Zhang Yi said with a smile.

"Of course we are looking at national affairs!" Zhang Jingqing raised his eyes and glanced at them.

"Master!" Zhang Zhiwei hurried forward to pay his respects.

Zhang Jingqing nodded and put down the newspaper: "Did the trip go well?"

"Thanks to Master, everything went smoothly and was done perfectly!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

"It's no use relying on me, we still have to rely on the blessing of Master Tiantong." Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Don't you think so!?"

"Hey, that's not the case. Even the Tiantong Sect Leader is useless in front of you!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile. He could see that his master was not angry.

Zhang Jingqing nodded and said, "Recently, your affairs have been spreading like wildfire in the martial arts world. There are legends about you everywhere."

"I also got some news from Xiaozhan, and even some images of you fighting with the Japanese pirate fleet, but it was too far away to see clearly."

"Come, tell me in detail what happened during this trip down the mountain, and what the causes and consequences were."

Of course Zhang Zhiwei would not hide anything, and he told Zhang Jingqing all the details of the trip in detail.

Zhang Jingqing listened quietly the whole time, only tapping the table with his fingers from time to time, making extremely subtle sounds. Yi Qian and Zhang Yi also listened attentively.

After Zhang Zhiwei finished describing his trip to the Magic City, Zhang Jingqing was silent for a moment. Even though he was not there in person, he could still feel the tense and chaotic situation from Zhang Zhiwei's words.

At the same time, they have to deal with Catholics, Protestants, local gangs, and foreign ninjas. You can imagine how difficult it is.

Zhang Jingqing felt that even if he were in the past, he could not do better than Zhang Zhiwei. No, to be precise, it was impossible for him to do what Zhang Zhiwei was doing now.

"Thank you for your hard work. The Japanese pirates have suffered such a heavy loss here this time. I'm afraid they won't give up. Every failure makes you wiser. We've suffered so much at your hands. Next time, you have to be careful. It's best not to go down the mountain!" Zhang Jingqing reminded.

"Master, I will pay attention!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

"Also, what your Tiantong Church has done is also very rare. If you need anything, I will do my best to help."

Zhang Jingqing looked at Yi Qian and said, "Junior brother, transfer some money from the mansion to the account of Tiantong Church as a charitable donation."

"I'm not keen on doing these things these years because the world is too chaotic and it's hard to develop anything and it's hard to get anything to the people who need it."

"But since your church has already established the channel, I, as a master, should support it."

Zhang Zhiwei did not refuse his master's kindness.

Zhang Jingqing continued, "However, your church should not spend too much energy in the Magic City. In the future, it will definitely be a troubled place and trouble is inevitable. The more you invest there, the more trouble you will have in the future."

"How did Master know?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously.

Zhang Jingqing pointed at the newspaper.

Zhang Zhiwei looked over and saw the words "Declaration of the Eastern Expedition" written on it. It was issued from Guangdong and stated that a coalition force of 100,000 had been formed to launch an eastern expedition.

After the Eastern Expedition came the Northern Expedition, which was followed by more frequent wars and frequent changes of ownership in various places.

It is actually very difficult for the Tiantong Church to seek development under such circumstances.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "When I came back, I had already asked Wang Ai to gradually shift his focus to Yucheng!"

Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhang Zhiwei in surprise.

He actually knew that his apprentice was not a reckless man, but he still didn't expect that he would consider this step in advance.

"Yucheng? How did you think of Yucheng?" Zhang Jingqing asked.

"Intuition, intuition, I saw it at first glance!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

The reason why Zhang Jingqing asked this was because Yucheng at that time was far from having the status it would have in later generations. It was still just an important regional town.

Although Yucheng has gradually risen and become an economic hub in the region in the past decade or so due to the opening of the Sichuan River waterway and the opening of ports for trade, there is still some gap compared with the provincial capital Chengdu. Compared with other strategic locations, it is even more inconspicuous.

It is very rare to be able to focus on this place. Even Zhang Jingqing ignored this place. He was thinking more about Chengdu.

After all, the Qingcheng Sect of the Zhengyi Sect and the Yuanhuang Sect of Aunt Lang are both on the edge of Chengdu. It would be much smoother to expand the power there with the protection of our own people.

But Chengdu has one biggest disadvantage, which is that it has no water transportation conditions and low transportation efficiency, while Chongqing has access to rivers and seas.

The industries under the Tiantong Church are not simply for making money. They involve some heavy industries such as steel. It is too inconvenient to rely on the current messy road transportation. Putting them in Yucheng is a good choice.

"Work hard. As your master, I support you in these industries that benefit the country and the people. We in Tianshi Mansion don't shy away from these things. If you need money, you can tell me. We in Tianshi Mansion do have some family businesses!" Zhang Jingqing said with a smile.

"Master is wise!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"By the way, what did you do when you left the Magic City and went to Nasen Island? Tell me about it. Jianghu Xiaozhan knows very little about foreign affairs, and I don't know what you did." Zhang Jingqing asked again.

"On my way to Nason Island, I went to London and wiped out the Sassoon family!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Jingqing nodded slightly, but Yi Qian applauded enthusiastically and said loudly:

"Well, well done! These bastards should have been killed long ago. Cut off the roots and not a single one should be left alive. It's a pleasure!"

"What's next?" Zhang Jingqing asked again.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei recounted in detail what happened on Nasen Island.

After hearing this, Zhang Jingqing, Zhang Yi, and Yi Qian all looked at Zhang Zhiwei in disbelief.

If they encountered something as terrifying as the sacred tree, they would not have any thoughts at all and would just leave quickly.

This kid actually dared to fight head-on. Even if the sacred tree was thinking of faking its death and escaping, it might not have used its full strength, but it was still quite incredible.

"This sacred tree can transform everyone on the island into innate extraordinary people, and it has such a meticulous self-awareness. It's very scary. You took a risk this time. Next time you encounter such a thing, it's better to avoid it!" Yi Qian reminded.

Zhang Jingqing didn't say anything, but nodded heavily.

"By the way, Senior Brother, Zhiwei invited the sacred tree into his hall. Also, what about the deal between him and the sacred tree? I always feel that this is not good." Zhang Yi asked Zhang Jingqing. (End of this chapter)