Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 395 Let’s see how you can escape this time

   "Is this the Southwest?" Kuangren Chu said softly, looking at the small town in front of him full of people.

  This is his first time in the Southwest, and there is something novel about it.

  In the past, I just heard that this place is relatively remote and there are no experts.

  However, after Zhang Jing came out, this kind of voice in the world became much quieter.

  Is Zhang Jing a master?

   This is beyond doubt.

   "Yes," Zhang Jing nodded.

   "The vitality of the heavens and the earth is indeed thinner than that of the Central Plains," said Madman Chu, squinting his eyes.

  Under such an environment, it is indeed more difficult to break through than the Central Plains.

  Of course, this is aimed at masters of the innate realm and above.

  Below the innate realm, there is no qualification to connect to the vitality of the world.

   "Master, how about walking the same road you took me?" Zhang Jing looked at Monk Wangyou with a smile.

   "Good," Monk Wangyou nodded.

   Along the way, Zhang Jing was also observing the changes in the southwest.

   Without the suppression of the Six Southwest Families, the Southwest has indeed become more chaotic than before.

   It's better now.

   before even worse.

  The Southern Jin court is said to have sent new families to the southwest to replace those families.

  The name Blood Demon Zhang Jing has also been smeared a lot intentionally or unintentionally.

  Zhang Jing took Monk Wangyou and others to watch outside Heishui City for a while.

  The life inside is still the same, and there is not much difference from before.

   After Chen Jinhai died, Zhang Jing occupied Heishui City.

  After Zhang Jing left, it was Heishui City occupied by Zhu Jiufeng.

  After Zhu Jiufeng died, there would naturally be new forces occupying this place.

  The iron-clad Blackwater City, the lord of the flowing water.

  Like Chen Jinhai, who has been dead for many years, is rarely mentioned in the city.

  Death is like a lamp going out, nothing more than that.

   Zhang Jing stopped for a while, and drew a map on a piece of parchment.

   What is recorded on the map is the batch of materials Zeng Zhang Jing hid when he left Heishui City.

   There are martial arts skills and tens of thousands of gold and silver.

  For warriors who are born below, it can also be regarded as a treasure.

   Now with his level of strength, it is useless.

   Outside Heishui City, a slum.

   Zhang Jing smiled and looked at a dirty child in front of him.

   "Boy, I see that you have amazing bones and extraordinary talent. You are a rare martial arts genius. It just so happens that I have a treasure map left by a senior master here. Seeing that you and I are destined,

   How about selling you a steamed bun? "

  The child swallowed a mouthful of saliva, staring closely at the treasure map in Zhang Jing's hand.

  Hold the steamed bun very tightly in his hand.

   "Have you seen that city?" Zhang Jing pointed to Heishui City in the distance.

  The child nodded, his expression full of yearning.

  The life in Heishui City is the paradise that the people in these slums yearn for.

   "As long as you learn the martial arts in the treasure map, that city will be yours from now on, how about it? Do you want to buy it?" Zhang Jing laughed.

   "Here," the child gritted his teeth and handed the steamed bun to Zhang Jing.

   "You will be grateful for today's choice in the future," Zhang Jing took the steamed bun and stuffed the map into the child's hand.

   Then, he laughed and turned around.

  The child looked at Zhang Jing's leaving figure and clenched his fists.

   Look seems very excited.

   "Brother Zhang, who is this?" Feng Wanli was a little puzzled by Zhang Jing's action just now.

   "It's nothing. It's a pity that the things in the picture are hidden deep in the ground. It's better to give it to someone who is destined. In the future, maybe that kid can really become the lord of Blackwater City."

   Zhang Jing waved his hand and divided the steamed bun into four.

   "Dad, Dad, I bought a treasure map, and our family can move to Heishui City in the future," the child happily returned home with the map.

   "What treasure map?"

   "Look," the child excitedly handed the map to his father.

   "You have been deceived again, child. This map is obviously just drawn, and the ink on it is not dry yet," the child's father shook his head and threw the map on the ground casually.

   "From now on, you are not allowed to eat steamed buns on the street again."

  The child's father reprimanded him harshly, then turned and left.

  The child seemed a little unwilling, picked up the treasure map again, and ran out.

   Zhang Jing stood with his hands behind his back, his expression changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

   "This is it?" Feng Wanli looked at the front with some puzzlement.

   "This is the village I built before, called Qingfeng Village," Zhang Jing said softly.

   When he returned to the southwest last time, he didn't come here, because he could almost imagine the scene here.

  Here is born because of him, and it is also destroyed because of him.

   After two years, weeds have grown here.

   Only some traces of the past can be vaguely seen.

  Those who were not taken away were killed by those aristocratic families.

  So, is Zhang Jing really cruel to those aristocratic families?

   No, he just applied what they did to themselves.

   "Brother Zhang's road to rise is really bumpy," Madman Chu couldn't help sighing.

   Zhang Jing told the three of her past.

  Only then did they realize how difficult it was for Zhang Jing to walk along the way.

  From a small bandit, he aspired to become a martial arts expert.

  Step by step, he came out of the real country, built a cottage, took control of Heishui City, and finally came to the Central Plains.

  Compared with Zhang Jing's experience, they really seem like winners in life.

  Feng Wanli and Monk Wangyou are supported by the sect, and Madman Chu is taken care of by his teacher.

  Although there were a few setbacks along the way, it was generally stable.

   Zhang Jing stopped for a long time and sighed softly.

   It's not a pity.

  At the beginning, he established Qingfengzhai to collect resources for himself, so he didn't put too much effort into it.

   These are just a "foothold" for him to move forward.

   "Let's go," Zhang Jing turned around.

  Since it’s gone, then it’s gone.

   "Brother Zhang, the direction is wrong, Zhenguo is here," Feng Wanli said loudly, looking at Zhang Jing's back.

   "Zhen Guo, I won't go."

   "Why?" Madman Chu was a little puzzled, isn't Zhenguo the place where Zhang Jing first started?

   Originally, the end of their planned journey was the real country.

   "There's nothing to do. Zhang's martial art has never been about reminiscing about the past. Zhang's martial art is about being brave and diligent," came Zhang Jing's flat voice.

   Zhang Jing didn't like this kind of emotion very much, once was enough, even if he went to Yanzi Mountain, it was just a repetition.

  Swallow Mountain was abandoned by Zhang Jing on his own initiative, and Qingfeng Village was also abandoned by Zhang Jing on his own initiative.

  Lamenting hypocritically afterward, Zhang Jing himself felt that something was wrong.

  Although it was due to various reasons, it was still Zhang Jing's own choice to abandon them.

  If Yanzishan hadn't been abandoned, Sanlangzhai would not have tolerated him.

  If Qingfeng Village had not been abandoned, those aristocratic families in the Southwest would definitely notice that he left early.

   Revenge is also avenged, and the matter is over.

  Actually, there is no need for Zhang Jing to make such a trip.

  The reason why he came was Zhang Jing's expectation.

  Hope to find an opportunity in the southwest to form a golden core.

   Looking at Zhang Jing's leaving figure, the three of them looked at each other.

  When I looked at it again, I only felt that Zhang Jing's whole body seemed to be enveloped by a wave of Dao aggregate.

   "Good," Monk Wangyou clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

  Southern Jin Dynasty,

   Tianjing.

   "Is what you said true?" Nie Dongliu suddenly stood up and stared closely at the guard who bowed in front of him.

   "My lord, this news is from the Nanling Zhang family, Zhang Zhiqing sent a letter to the lowly one," Zhen Mowei lowered his head a little.

   "Nanling Zhang, Zhang Zhiqing?" Nie Dongliu frowned slightly. He didn't remember the name Zhang Zhiqing, but he still knew Nanling Zhang.

   "Precisely, Beizhi had some connections with Zhang Zhiqing in the early years, and they often exchanged letters with each other. A few days ago, Zhang Zhiqing sent a letter to Beizhi, saying that he had seen Zhang Jing in Shangwu Building, Luzhou Prefecture, Beiyan."

   "I also joked that I want to give the humble job a fortune."

   "After getting the news, I immediately contacted my colleagues in Dongqi. Sure enough, according to the news, Zhang Jing has announced a retreat. Now it seems that it is very likely that Zhang Jing is deceiving people."

   "On the surface, he retreated, but in fact he has left the territory of Dongqi," Zhenmowei said in a low voice.

   "Zhiqing has a grudge against Zhang Jing? Why did you send the news to us?" Nie Dongliu stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

   "My lord doesn't know, the reason why Zhang Jing was ranked eleventh on the Dragon and Tiger Ranking was because Zhang Zhiqing got there."

  Nie Dongliu nodded, and instantly remembered this matter.

  He knew some information about Zhang Jing, but Zhang Zhiqing's name was a little strange, so he didn't remember it for a while.

   "Order to go down, gather people, and go to Beiyan with me," Nie Dongliu said coldly.

  Because of Zhang Jing's incident, he was often ridiculed by those guys.

   Almost every discussion, someone will mention it.

   It was a major stain on him.

  Even His Majesty had some complaints about him.

   After all, he was a great master of the Golden Core realm, and the emperor had high hopes for him at that time.

  Thinking that he must be able to easily deal with a small Zhang Jing.

   In fact, he thought so too.

  However, reality slapped him hard.

  Not only did Zhang Jing not be caught, but he even slaughtered the town demon guards in the whole house.

  I lost my face to my grandma's house.

   "Yes, I will do it for the humble job," the man bowed his hands and said.

   "Du Hua, if you can catch Zhang Jing this time, I will grant you a position as a guardian envoy," Nie Dongliu said lightly.

   "Humble position, thank you for your help," Du Hua knelt down on the ground immediately.

   "Okay, let's go down and get ready," Nie Dongliu waved his hand.

   "Yes, resign from the humble position," Du Hua bowed and retreated.

  Looking at the leaving figure, Nie Dongliu narrowed his eyes and murmured:

   "Zhang Jing, let me see how you can escape this time."

  The lost face, he wants to get it back himself.

  A mere Zhang Jing, if he really finds his trace, Nie Dongliu thinks that the suppression is not a problem.

  The reason why it failed before was because Zhang Jing was too slippery.

   There is no trace at all.

  (end of this chapter)