This is a young waiter with beautiful facial features and staring at Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, showing the unique intent of madness, hatred and mentally ill people.

"Oh, it turns out to be the master. Your boss is here, why don't you say it in advance? I can pull out the Italian cannon to greet you." Zhang Yuanqing recognized the identity of "Miaoyu" at a glance.

"Master?" Master Chunyang looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Did that evil disciple accept you as his disciple? Very good, very good. I have been hesitating whether to use the killing moves that have accumulated for the most thousand years on her. Since you take her as your teacher, there is no need to divide the order."

Accumulating a thousand years of killer moves? Damn, the old man accepted me as his disciple, but he wanted me to block the knife. Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows:

"You're just going to the dinner party to say some nonsense?"

He saw that the head of Chunyang in front of him was not his real body, but a low-level spiritual servant possessed him on the waiter, so he did not rush to deal with it, hoping to get some information.

It is precisely because it is a mixed fish that neither my uncle nor the marshal warned him.

"No, it's a death notice. Yuanshi Tianzun, I will take my life seven days later." Zhu Yang laughed wildly: "You are destined to be my stepping stone to return to the peak. After seizing your spiritual aggregate, I will enter the spiritual realm and avenge that evil disciple."

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, and the low-level spiritual servant possessed by the waiter was wiped out on the spot.

The head of Chunyang was struck by lightning, and his body stiffened. Before his palm could touch his forehead, he fell to the ground softly.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the toilet, pulled down his trouser chain, took out 20,000 miles from the sea, emptying his bladder while thinking:

"Diet Notice? The head of Chunyang absorbed the Eighth Elder's soul and felt that he was doing it again?

"If he really wants to kill me, he can just attack me secretly. Isn't this action a little bit pretentious?

"But if you don't kill me and just a fake shot, what's the purpose?"

Zhang Yuanqing did not think of the purpose of the head of Chunyang. It was not uncommon for the master to be crazy and unrestrained by moral values. It seemed that it was not uncommon to do something unreasonable.

But behind him was the Lord of Taiyin. Lingtuo had just finished some of the souls for Master Chunyang, and the latter turned his head and sang it like this.

It is too far-fetched to say that there is no reason.

"Gathering the stars tonight." Zhang Yuanqing shook for 20,000 miles from the sea and left the public toilet.

After the dinner, Zhang Yuanqing sat on the rooftop for half an hour to watch the star, and the astrological signs showed that everything was normal.

He not only divined himself, but also divined the people around him, but did not find anyone who would encounter a crisis in the near future.

So he snapped his fingers and came to the practice room. He met Mr. Qian who was practicing slashing day after day.

If astrology cannot provide information, then it depends on logical reasoning to analyze it.

Fu Qingyang held the sword in his bow step, and each sword made a sharp roar through the air, and each sword made the muscle patterns under the loose practice suit.

"Boss, is your skills almost a breakthrough?" Zhang Yuanqing said curiously.

"No." Fu Qingyang said lightly: "Sword skills require accumulation over time, or sudden enlightenment between life and death."

He has only been promoted to dominance for half a year. In the past six months, he has made nearly a leap in his skills. It is impossible to make any breakthroughs in the short term.

Xiao Fu, I have to work hard. Xiao Zhang from the next door is almost overtaking you! Zhang Yuanqing was secretly happy.

Fu Qingyang looked at him and his face turned cold: "Get out if you're okay, don't bother me."

Zhang Yuanqing quickly put away his joy and told Fu Qingyang about the dinner, "I always feel something is wrong, but I have no clue."

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "You are almost overtaking me, why are you still not improving as before?"

Zhang Yuanqing bowed his head and said, "The boss is extremely smart and conscious. I was just now."

"I don't look like a master." Fu Qingyang turned his head and continued to chop the sword, ignoring him.

Zhang Yuanqing sat aside and waited patiently.

About a quarter of an hour, Fu Qingyang, who was slashing the sword in the lunge, suddenly said, "He wants to scare you!"

"Scared me?" Zhang Yuanqing thought.

Fu Qingyang said while practicing slashing:

"If the goal is yours, there is no need to alert the enemy. Since you say it in front of you, you must have another purpose.

"You have just taken advantage of Lingtuo, and you must be afraid of revenge. The head of Chunyang is the beneficiary of the last hunting battle. He just swallowed the soul of the third elder. Now he dares to go deep into the enemy camp to send you a death notice. Under normal circumstances, what would you do?"

Zhang Yuanqing said without hesitation: "In order to show respect for the Lord of Taiyin, I will hide, hide in the gang copy, or let the backers behind me monitor and protect me at all times."

Fu Qingyang nodded: "This should be their purpose, but I haven't figured out what the meaning of doing this is."

After a pause, he continued:

"Lingtuo is the Lord of Taiyin. What he may have observed in the long river in the future, so it cannot be analyzed by reasoning and insight. Well, the time node is seven days, which means it is not very far away. Yuanshi, what do you want to do recently?"

What I want to do most recently is to have a baby with your cousin! Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart and frowned: "So, what I want to do recently may touch the interests of Lingtuo. But he couldn't kill me immediately, so he deliberately arranged for the head of Chunyang to appear and scare me, hoping that I would hide in the gang copy in suspicion, or stay at home and accept the protection of the president. What I want to do recently involves Lingtuo."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly narrowed his eyes: "I seem to know what's going on. If nothing unexpected happens, I will go to the capital tomorrow and ask Elder Zhao about the meeting in the same boat."

Fu Qingyang stopped slashing and looked over.

The two of them exchanged their eyes and their expressions became solemn.

The next day.

A taxi parked at the entrance of an old alley. After paying the fare, a young man wearing sunglasses and a mask stood by the road and looked at the alley with a historical atmosphere.

If you insist on how strong the atmosphere of history is, it would not be that the smell of the 1960s and 1970s was even heavier.

Zhang Yuanqing walked into an old alley that he had only watched in TV series. It had gray walls and black tiles and mottled double-open wooden doors. There were several families who still had primitive manpower and water wells at the doors, as if they were strolling in the capital of the last century.

As soon as I walked a few steps, I saw Xiao Zhao, who looked serious, crawling out.

Xiao Zhao, who looked serious, waved to him.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly stepped forward, pulled him to the corner, looked around and whispered:

"Are you sure you want to go with me to meet Elder Zhao? If he is really Erwuzi pointed out by me, I am a clone, and I will die if I die, but you may be in danger."

"What evidence do you have to prove that my great master is Erwuzi?" Xiao Zhao was dissatisfied.

"There is no evidence, but I encountered something yesterday." Zhang Yuanqing told Zhao Chenghuang that the head of Chunyang scared him.

Xiao Zhao's face looked even more ugly: "If the great master is really a 25th boy, since you have pointed it out, there is no need to kill me, because this cannot be destroyed."

It makes sense. Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "I understand your idea of ​​witnessing yourself, so let's go together."

Zhao Chenghuang led the way and said:

"The great master has been dealing with matters outside in recent days, but I just called him and said you want to see him. The great master agreed immediately. I think the great master is worried that I will take you to the basement and the guardian spirit servant will not be able to deal with you, so I might as well deal with it myself."

A few minutes later, Zhao Chenghuang took him to the gate of a courtyard house and knocked on the beast-headed door knocker twice:

"Grandmaster, Yuanshi Tianzun has arrived."

The rusty wooden door is open on its own.

Zhao Chenghuang led Zhang Yuanqing into the yard. The yard covers an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, with locust trees, water wells, and three green brick houses with one ridge.

There are coffee tables and wooden benches under the locust tree.

Elder Zhao, with gray hair and a stern expression, sat next to the coffee table with his waist and back, making tea.

Zhang Yuanqing strode forward, looked at the face that was three or four points similar to Zhao Chenghuang, and bowed to greet him: "Elder Zhao."

"Sit down!" Elder Zhao nodded slightly.

Two people took their seats.

Elder Zhao set up the hot tea bowl, picked up the teapot, injected the dark brown tea soup, and said:

"It's just right here, try it."

Zhang Yuanqing held up the tea bowl, took a sip, and exclaimed: "The tea soup is Qingming, the tea tastes pure, slightly bitter but not astringent, and it returns to sweetness when it enters the throat. Good tea, it is really good tea."

Elder Zhao nodded with satisfaction: "Do you know how to drink tea?"

"I don't understand, the words just now are all nonsense." Zhang Yuanqing was very honest.

Elder Zhao understood what he meant, and his tone was slow:

"You encouraged the City God to enter my basement. According to my husband's temper, I should beat you out today. But he was taken care of by you. I remember this love. Ask whatever I want, but I may not answer you."

"Elder Zhao, are you a member of the Tongzhou Association?" Zhang Yuanqing straightened the point.

"Tongzhouhuihui" Elder Zhao was obviously stunned, looked at Zhao Chenghuang, and suddenly said, "Are you here for this?"

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing obviously felt a sense of surprise and surprise from Lao Zhao's emotions. He tentatively said: "What does Elder Zhao think we are for?"

Elder Zhao did not answer, but said, "You want to know what you are about the Tongzhouhui."

Zhang Yuanqing told Elder Zhao without hiding the whole story of his investigation into the Tongzhou Association, and then asked:

"Who do you think the attack on Huo Zhengkui? In addition to the three leaders, do you know who else came from Tongzhouhui? I heard from Gang Jiang that there was an internal strife in a certain branch of Tongzhouhui, and all members were dead. Do you know about this?"

He asked all his doubts in one breath.

Elder Zhao picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. A touch of recollection appeared on his stern and rigid face, and he said:

"It's almost a hundred years. If you don't say it, I've even forgotten the organization of Tongzhouhui. Tongzhouhui is actually a very loose organization and very hidden. We need to hide ourselves at all times, and while being responsible for assassination, we must also prevent being taken over by the evil camp.

"I joined the Tongzhouhui Association simply because there was no official organization in the local area at that time, and the war was constantly coming, like a pile of loose sand. The Tongzhouhui called on talented people and strangers in the name of patriotism and had sufficient funds, so it quickly took root and sprouted and grew stronger across the country.
To be continued...