I can bless thousands of magical powers.

Facing the warm morning breeze, Zhang Yuan rode the gray-fanged lynx and galloped along the official road leading to Xiyuan City.

Without any urging, the mysterious beast, which was in telepathic communication with Zhang Yuan, spread out its four legs and ran forward at full speed, as if a whirlwind was whizzing past a caravan.

It caused bursts of exclamations!

When the caravan guards came to their senses, they could only see dust rising ahead.

When seeing the city gate, Zhang Yuan asked the Gray-fang Lynx to slow down so as not to cause more commotion.

In fact, during this period of time, he often rode the mysterious beast in and out of Dao City, making the reputation of the Gray-fang Lynx known to everyone.

Most of the people in the city have long been accustomed to it.

However, there are many business travelers coming and going from Xiyuan, so Zhang Yuan still tries his best to reduce the trouble he causes.

As for the 300 soldiers he had led earlier, they had already been left far behind by Zhang Yuan.

Because they had seized a lot of spoils while suppressing the horse bandits, he didn't want to waste time on the return journey, so he simply let Mo Wei take charge of the follow-up work and he rushed back to Xiyuan first.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly had an idea and his eyes fell on the edge of the official road.

The commercial trade in Xiyuan City was very prosperous, and coupled with the special status of Daocheng, it attracted a large number of people to settle down.

The city could not accommodate all the people, so many people built mud houses and shacks outside the city, which gradually formed a very large scale.

Many people also set up tea stalls and outdoor shops on both sides of the official road for merchants and travelers to rest and eat and drink.

Where Zhang Yuan's attention was, there was a rather simple tea stall that served breakfast such as pancakes, hot soup, and rice porridge.

Next to one of the small tables, sat an old man with gray hair and cloth clothes, and a little girl with two buns on her hair.

The old man in plain clothes had his eyes closed, looking like he was blind, and there was an old huqin beside him.

He and the little girl next to him were wearing tattered clothes, so they ordered a bowl of rice porridge to share.

It looks quite pitiful.

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly jumped and landed next to the tea stall.

The owner of the teahouse was a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face. He was shocked to see Zhang Yuan coming to his shop and hurriedly stepped forward to bow and greet him: "Master Daojiang."

There were several other diners in the teahouse, and they all bowed and greeted with great trepidation.

Today, Zhang Yuan’s prestige in Xiyuan City has surpassed that of Fei Hongming, who has been in charge of the provincial government for ten years.

The gray-fanged lynx has become his most striking symbol.

When everyone saw this mysterious beast, they immediately knew Zhang Yuan's identity.

Therefore everyone is very respectful!
But despite their fear, these people, including the shop owners, were not very scared.

After Zhang Yuan took office as the Taoist general, the public security situation inside and outside Xiyuan City improved a lot. In particular, he led the Taoist soldiers to attack everywhere and wiped out one group of horse thieves and bandits after another, effectively ensuring the safety of the trade routes and rural areas.

The most important thing is that Zhang Yuan has never done anything to oppress or humiliate civilians!

The human heart is like a scale. Compared with the previous generals, the people of Xiyuan naturally know what is good and what is bad.

Therefore, Zhang Yuan has a very good reputation among the people.

In response to the tea stall owner's cordial greetings, Zhang Yuan simply waved his hand and sat down opposite the old man in plain clothes.

The little girl next to her suddenly showed a look of fear.

Although the old man in plain clothes is blind, his perception is quite sharp.

He heard what the tea stall owner said and also noticed the presence of Zhang Yuan opposite him.

The old man in plain clothes opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "Excuse me, sir, is there anything you want me to do?"

The little girl couldn't help but lean towards him and whispered, "Grandpa."

The little hand quietly grabbed the corner of the old man's clothes. The old man raised his hand and touched the little girl's head, saying softly: "Don't be afraid, this is a noble person."

Zhang Yuan smiled and told the teahouse owner, "Give me two baskets of steamed buns and two bowls of hot rice soup."

The tea shed owner quickly agreed: "Yes."

He brought steamed buns and rice soup to Zhang Yuan as quickly as possible.

Zhang Yuan reached out and picked up a steaming meat bun, and swallowed it in three or two bites.

In the blink of an eye, he finished half a cage.

"good."

Zhang Yuan nodded with satisfaction, then pushed the steamer on the table and said to the old man in plain clothes, "Why bother to endure the hardship? Try this freshly steamed bun. It tastes pretty good."

The owner of the teahouse is quite honest. The buns he makes have thin skin, large fillings and fresh ingredients.

As he spoke, Zhang Yuan picked up the big bowl again and drank the rice soup in one gulp.

Comfortable!

He gave a faint smile.

The old man in plain clothes had a frozen expression.

The blind old man stretched out his skinny paw, took a bun and handed it to the little girl next to him, and sighed, "Zhang Daojiang, how did you see that?"

He was really curious.

The old man in plain clothes believed that he had mastered the secret method of concealing his breath to perfection, and even a powerful being in the state of entering a divine state would not be able to easily see through his disguise - unless they deliberately investigated.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan, a sixth-level warrior, could actually notice his abnormality at a distance.

Things have come to this point, and there is no need for the old man in plain clothes to pretend to be ignorant any longer.

"Just think of it as a natural ability."

Zhang Yuan asked back: "You are a rank six expert, why do you still want to work for the Blood Shadow Tower?"

A sixth-level strongman, even if he is blind, is qualified to become a transcendent existence in a force.

Such as the supreme elder who sits at the center.

The welfare benefits and life enjoyment are much better than being a killer or assassin, right?
So Zhang Yuan really didn’t quite understand the other party’s thinking.

“Many people have asked me this question before.”

The old man in plain clothes laughed dumbly: "I can't answer this either. I can only say that people in the martial arts world have no choice, but..."

His aura suddenly became extremely sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath: "Those who have asked me have all been reincarnated now. General Zhang, you won't be the last one!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man in plain clothes suddenly raised his left hand which was on the table.

The entire table, along with the steamed buns and hot soup on it, was lifted up and smashed towards Zhang Yuan.

The next moment, an arc of light silently penetrated the table and pierced Zhang Yuan's throat at lightning speed.

This sword was extremely fast, vicious and cruel!

However, Zhang Yuan was prepared. At the moment when the sword was about to strike him, a long knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and he chopped off the sword at the critical moment.

Clang!
"die!"

The old man in plain clothes uttered a thundering sound, and the slender sword in his hand suddenly twisted and stabbed at Zhang Yuan's heart again at an incredible angle. The tip of the sword spewed out a foot-long cold light.

Murderous aura! (End of this chapter)