In Sun Dongqiang's eyes, he envied Zhang Yang's conditions. People are different from others. Now he can only recognize reality and rely on himself to create all opportunities to become the leader.

Most of the cadres in Jiangcheng had met. The banquet held by Fengze in Beijing that night was a good atmosphere, and everyone showed great respect for Zhang Yang. After all, this guy's reputation was there. He had remarkable political achievements when he worked in Jiangcheng. Everyone knew Zhang Yang's identity and background. He and the current secretary of the municipal party committee Du Tianye were brothers. Such people were of course the targets that Jiangcheng cadres competed for.

Zhang Yang was not very interested in such gatherings. He drank a lot of wine, but he was not devoted to it. Sun Dongqiang also saw that he was a little absent-minded tonight, so he found him with a glass of wine and said, "Zhang Yang, since he has come out, let's relax and don't think about work at home. We are here to recharge and study to work better."

Zhang Yang smiled, raised his glass and cried with him: "I'm thinking, it's not convenient for us to skip classes in the future?"

"It's convenient. There's nothing wrong after you register. Don't worry. If you are late and skip classes in the future, I'll sign in for you." Sun Dongqiang said readily.

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "As long, I remember this." His cell phone rang. Because it was very noisy at the scene, Zhang Yang walked outside while connecting the cell phone.

The phone call was from Xue Weitong: "Brother Third, where are you? So noisy?"

Zhang Yang said: "Fengze's Beijing office!"

"Are you in the capital?"

Zhang Yang did not contact Xue Weitong before coming to Beijing, so he told him about his study at the Central Party School.

After hearing him, Xue Weitong became angry: "Why are you like this? Why don't you contact me when you come to Beijing?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Didn't I just arrived? Stop talking about you, my godfather and godmother didn't contact me."

Xue Weitong said: "What do you mean? Why is my god sister far less important than your godfather and godmother?"

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "It's not that interesting. It's really not that interesting. I'm here to attend the party school study class. There are so many old friends who meet, so I can't help but have a gathering for two drinks. I plan to contact my brother after reporting tomorrow. I've been in Beijing for a long time this time. It's just a month."

Xue Weitong said: "Okay, we will just get together when my brother comes back from Shanxi tomorrow."

Zhang Yang said: "Why do you think of calling me? What's wrong?"

Xue Weitong said: "Don't you say that I don't know that you are coming to the capital? I knew it yesterday, and I thought in my heart, did you forget me, the older brother, and you didn't expect you to forget me."

Zhang Yang said: "Who did you hear?"

Xue Weitong said: "Uncle Xiang, he called me yesterday to greet my grandfather's situation. I asked him about your situation by the way, and he told me the news of your coming to the Central Party School for training, third brother, third brother. You hide deeply enough."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Where is it!"

Xue Weitong said, "Okay, I won't disturb you drinking anymore. Remember, after you arrive tomorrow, I will call you to notify me and I will treat you. I was going to welcome Mr. Zhou, but now I'm ready to have another one."

Zhang Yang happily agreed.

Although Sun Dongqiang invited Zhang Yang to live with him, Zhang Yang decided to go to Xiangshan Villa after considering it. For some reason, he always felt upset tonight and missed the quiet place of Xiangshan Villa. Leaving Fengze Beijing Office and driving all the way to Xiangshan Villa. Seeing the outline of Xiangshan Villa, Zhang Daren's heart beat for no reason, but when he came to the door and saw the copper lock on the door, Zhang Daren felt a little disappointed. He suddenly realized that he had come from all over the world not only for Xiangshan Villa, but also for someone. Every time he came to Xiangshan Villa, he could feel peaceful, because of Chen Xue here. Zhang Yang opened the door and walked in with his luggage. The courtyard was cleaned clean. It seemed that Chen Xue often came to clean.

Zhang Yang came to his permanent room. Although he hadn't been here for a while, the room was cleaned up spotlessly. He came to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and Zhang Yang took a comfortable bath. He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. But just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a light knock on the door.

Zhang Daren was stunned. In the middle of the night, deep in the mountains and forests, how could anyone knock on the door at such a time? He sat up from the bathtub, put on his bathrobe, and said aloud: "Who?"

A cold voice outside said, "I!"

Master Zhang could hear it clearly. The voice was clearly Wen Ling's. He should have been at the gate when he knocked on the door, but when he answered him, he had already arrived in the yard. Zhang Yang thought about it and guessed how Wen Ling had found this place. It must be when he called Luo Huining. Wen Ling was nearby. She knew that she had come to the capital, so she found this place following her own traces. It was said that Zhang Yang had to live with Mr. Tianchi almost every time he came to the capital. It was not surprising that Wen Ling could come to find her here.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "So it's Sister Ling. It's so late. Can you still remember to come over to see me? I'm so siblings."

Wen Ling said: "I am the only one fucking brother like you, of course I have to love you!" The word "love you" is clearly squeezed out from the cracks of my teeth, full of coldness.

Zhang Yang said: "Sister Ling, I appreciate your kindness to me, but now at midnight, I am taking a shower again. Although we are a brother and sister, it is not convenient for a lonely man and a widow to get along with each other. If there is nothing important, we will talk tomorrow."

Wen Ling said: "I am an impatient person. I should just say something clearly today."

Zhang Yang walked slowly towards his clothes, and reached for the clothes and said, "Sister Ling, wait a moment, I'm not convenient to speak naked now." As soon as he took the clothes into his hand, the door was scattered! The ground was slapped into pieces, and smoke and dust were everywhere in front of the door. Wen Ling was wearing black clothes, holding a narrow long sword with a cold frost in her hand. It was the blood-drinking sword she snatched from Jin Douluo's hand, and her eyes were cold as if it were ever cold ponds staring at Zhang Yang coldly. If it were the past, Zhang Yang would definitely find a hatred look, but today he found indifferent and coldness, but he did not find the common hatred in the past. Zhang Daren keenly realized that some change had occurred in Wen Ling, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

Zhang Daguanren covered his chest with his hands and looked surprised and shy: "Why did you break in like this? He is not wearing clothes yet!"

Wen Ling said calmly: "What's the difference between a dead person wearing clothes or not?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Sister Ling, we are siblings. You can joke, but you can't be too much!"

"I never joke!"

Wen Ling shook the blood-drinking sword in her hand. In the limited space, the air formed a strong cyclone with her movements. Zhang Daguanren's bathrobe was attracted by the cyclone and floated upwards. The guy quickly clamped his legs and covered the bathrobe with both hands, which looked like Marilyn Monroe's classic skirt covering action. The corners of the bathrobe were still flying. Zhang Daguanren said, "Sister Ling, it's too much. I'm not such a casual person."

Wen Ling stared at Zhang Yang, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "You are so amazing. You actually got the Mahayana Sect. I will give you a way out..."

Official Zhang interrupted her and said, "Sister Ling, can you be a little creative and threats work for me?"

Wen Ling nodded and said, "Okay, threats are useless, then I can only kill you!" The blood-drinking sword in her hand suddenly rushed towards Zhang Yang's chest like a poisonous snake spitting a letter. As soon as she made a move, Zhang Yang recognized that what she used was the Scarlet Wind and Rain Sword Technique. The same blood-drinking sword, and the same sword technique in Wen Ling's hand were countless times more powerful than the Korean sword master Jin Douluo.

The narrow room was covered by the sword shadows in Wen Ling's hand. The space inside was divided into countless irregular parts by the sword energy, covering Zhang Yang's body. It was like encountering such sword energy was like encountering a sharp blade, and it was inevitable that the ending of a broken body would be broken. But Wen Ling was facing Zhang Yang. Even she herself didn't believe that Zhang Yang would be so easily injured under her sword.

Just as Wen Ling took action, Zhang Yang also acted. He jumped into the bathtub and punched him. The water in the bathtub was shocked by his internal force and gushed out, forming a water wall in front of him. Zhang Daren roared and slapped his palms on the transparent water wall. The water wall turned into millions of transparent water droplets, roaring towards Wen Ling's sword and attacked him.

The sword energy meets the water droplets, and the water droplets turn into tiny rain and mist. The sword energy is also offset by the internal force contained in it, and disappears invisible. The sword shadows in the sky finally gather together again into a sword edge, exuding a cold and cold sword edge, breaking through the water curtain and stabbing Zhang Yang's throat. A water droplet the size of a grape in front is blocking the sword edge, and as soon as it touches the sword edge, it explodes.

Zhang Yang stretched out his two fingers and accurately clamped the Blood-Drinking Sword.

The water droplets sprinkled at Wen Ling like rain in the sky, were shaken by her internal force and turned into mist by mist by her internal force.

The two of them had sharper eyes than the sword edge of the Blood-Drinking Sword. When they came into contact, Wen Ling's expression was colder, but Zhang Daren smiled like a spring breeze: "Recovering so quickly, Sister Ling, is it true that there are really any unknown secrets in this Blood-Drinking Sword?"

Wen Ling said: "You are dead, I will tell you!" The blood-drinking sword trembled like a spirit snake, and the strange waves were transmitted to the rosy fingers.

Zhang Yang's feet were shocked, and the bathtub was shaken in half by him. Zhang Yang raised his right foot and kicked it on half of the bathtub. The bathtub was filled with a strong wind and hit Wen Ling's chest. At such a close distance, Wen Ling had to choose to withdraw her sword and first resolve Zhang Yang's powerful counterattack.
Chapter completed!