Bad People Started as an Undercover Xuanming Sect

Chapter 47 47 Moves
"Fan'er..."

Zhang Yuanqing silently called for his son in his heart.

The time in Tianshi Mansion seems to reappear like yesterday.

That mischievous kid, the coquettish child crawling on his back, crying and begging to be held by him, sleeping on him in summer...

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly regretted that he didn't take Zhang Zifan away back then, leaving him alone in this perilous Tongwen Museum, living under the eyes of people with ulterior motives.

At this time, Zhang Zifan, who was practicing with his eyes closed, seemed to sense that someone was peeping, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, shooting out a cold light.

"Who!"

The puppet disappeared in a flash, and ran towards the quiet and deserted back mountain.

Zhang Zifan chased him out resolutely, until he reached the bamboo forest in the back mountain, and found that the man had been waiting there for a long time.

"Who are you, why did you sneak into the Tongwen Museum in the middle of the night?"

The puppet turned around, and the hood concealed his face, preventing Zhang Zifan from seeing his face clearly.

"I don't even know the opponent's strength and I rashly pursue it alone. You know that if I have killing intent in my heart, you will die without a place to bury you."

Zhang Yuanqing's voice sounded inexplicably familiar to Zhang Zifan's ears.

This made him even more puzzled. This voice seemed familiar. He had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"Boy, why are you in a daze?"

Zhang Yuanqing teleported to Zhang Zifan, Qi Qi emerged, and a gust of wind was blown up.

So fast... Zhang Zifan thought of the peerless master of the Xuetu Tongwen Museum a few days ago.

"I…"

Without waiting for Zhang Zifan to finish speaking, Zhang Yuanqing grabbed his hand and pinched his pulse door, and noticed a trace of abnormality in the operation of his inner breath.

"Boy, what is your relationship with Tongwenguan?"

Zhang Zifan didn't dare to resist, so he could only follow his words.

"What do you mean?"

"Why isn't your most holy Qiankun skill complete?"

Thinking about it, Li Siyuan hid something when he taught Zhang Zifan the most holy Qiankun Kung Fu.

Just because Zhang Zifan is Zhang Yuanqing's son, his talent in martial arts is naturally good, and his skill is even at the level of a small heaven, which makes him, the Holy Master of Tongwenguan, who has stayed at the peak of the middle heaven for more than ten years, feel crisis.

That's why I kept such a move, because I was afraid that Zhang Zifan would one day turn back Li Siyuan, the Holy Master, and it was also for an extra guarantee when planning the Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue in the future.

"What did you say?" Zhang Zifan broke free from the shackles, took a few steps back, fixed his gaze on Zhang Yuanqing, and spoke in a somewhat hostile tone.

"Look at it."

As Zhang Yuanqing said, he demonstrated the most holy Qiankun Gong on the spot.

True energy surges like a thunderbolt, every move is powerful and domineering, like a raging fire, and the whole body is full of arrogance, powerful and powerful.

"This this…"

Zhang Zifan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

That day's mysterious master personally snatched the secret book of the Most Holy Qiankun Gong from Jin Wang Li Keyong, and there is absolutely no fake.

"Why does foster father treat me like this?"

Zhang Zifan muttered to himself, asking himself repeatedly in his heart.

"How about it, boy?"

Zhang Yuanqing reaped the merits, and couldn't bear to see Zhang Zifan's distraught look, but he still instigated him with words: "It seems that your adoptive father is not as good to you as you imagined, how did you offend him?" , or, have your parents and relatives ever offended him?"

Zhang Zifan was stunned, puzzled.

Zhang Yuanqing saw that it was almost done, so he casually handed over the copied Secrets of the Most Holy Qiankun Gong to Zhang Zifan, and told him to destroy it after learning it all.

"Boy, at this time tomorrow, if you still trust me, come here and find me."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuanqing jumped down the cliff, moved a few times and disappeared into the forest.

The seeds of doubt have already been planted, as long as we wait quietly for the day when they take root and germinate, gorgeous flowers will surely bloom.

For the next few days, Zhang Zifan secretly came to Houshan to meet Zhang Yuanqing every night.

The two also gradually became acquainted.

At first, Zhang Zifan had an inexplicable closeness to Zhang Yuanqing, and in his heart, it was difficult to feel disgust towards Zhang Yuanqing.

The deep voice told him that the mysterious person in front of him would not hurt him, and because of this, he gradually let go of his guard against Zhang Yuanqing, and listened to Zhang Yuanqing with all the dislikes he encountered in Tongwen Museum these years.

But during the meeting these days, Zhang Yuanqing actually liked Li Siyuan more and more.It's just because he educated his son very well, he is knowledgeable about books and principles, he knows how to advance and retreat, gains and losses, he has a straightforward and pure temperament, and he is not affected by the unhealthy tendencies in the Tongwen Museum at all.

When I see Li Siyuan again in the future, I'd better hit him less... Zhang Yuanqing thought in his heart.

Zhang Yuanqing came to the depths of the bamboo forest, stretched out his hand to hold the tearful Xu Huan, and said softly: "Fan'er is fine, don't worry, everything is up to me."

Xu Huan threw himself into Zhang Yuanqing's arms, beat his chest hard with his powder fist, and wept to the point of tears.

"Why are you so cruel."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart, gently took Xu Huan into his arms, and stroked her hair with his big hands.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

After a long time.

"Let's go, the Central Plains is not peaceful..."

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Qingcheng Mountain.

Sword House.

"When will this day be the end~"

In the back mountain medicine garden, Li Xingyun, who was wearing a red dress, sat down on the stone man, looking at the scattered herbs in the back basket, and shouted helplessly.

At this time, a man in black robe appeared suddenly and soundlessly, which startled Li Xingyun.

"Fuck me, who are you?"

Li Xingyun jumped up from the stone in a jerk, staring at Zhang Yuanqing with a full face of wariness.

Zhang Yuanqing chuckled, stretched out his hand and took off his hood, revealing that cold face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, with a trace of vicissitudes in his beauty.

"Long time no see, Xingyun, how are you?"

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing revealing his true face, Li Xingyun's eyes widened immediately, and childhood memories flooded back like a flood.

"Big, uncle?"

"Uncle is really you?"

Li Xingyun suddenly remembered, and the vague memory became more and more clear at this moment, a little bit like a world away, and a little unbelievable.

Xuanwu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion, contemporary Celestial Master, Zhang Yuanqing, a Daoist of Tongtian.

For his identity, Li Xingyun has long engraved it in his heart like thunder.

"It's me, it seems that you have had a good life these years."

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at this time.

Fengxiang Qi Palace.

In the gorgeous pavilion with the back of the mountains and rivers, there is a tall, barefoot woman with a red rope on her forehead, high hair, adorned with long straight gold phoenix crowns, and a strand of hair hanging down her back.

She is covered in red, and under her slender jade neck, there is a piece of crisp breasts like creamy white jade, half-covered and half-covered, her plain waist is tied, and she can't hold it. A pair of long, moist and well-proportioned legs are exposed. The lotus feet are also silently enchanting, sending out a tempting invitation.

It gives people a sense of smiling, pretty, demonic and soft.

The water covered the ground with mist, and the charm was rippling. The corners of the small mouth were slightly raised, and the red lips were slightly parted, trying to attract people to kiss Fengze, charming and glamorous, but with a bit of unattainable dignity.

She is the Empress of Huanyinfang, the younger sister of King Qi Li Maozhen.

At this time, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind the empress.

A girl with a charming and graceful figure came to worship behind the empress.

"Report to Empress, King Qi... is back."

"pat-"

The paintbrush in the female emperor's hand dropped quietly, she looked back with a dazed look on her beautiful face, and that all-too-familiar figure came into view.

"Brother Wang..."

(End of this chapter)