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Wu Baiming said gloomily: "A thief for one day, a thief for life." ”

"You are a descendant of Daozu, so what? It's not the same as Lao Tzu. Dig graves and dig graves to do black work. ”

Ge Li shouted beside him, "Do you think that if you are a descendant of Dao Ancestor, you will be spared death?"

These two heart-wrenching words suddenly stabbed Zhang Silong's most sensitive nerves.

In an instant, Zhang Silong bent down and shrank his back, and his mouth let out the most poignant howl. Rush to a tree on the side of the road and hit the tree with your head.

Hysterical, like madness.

The pedestrians on the side were dumbfounded and hurriedly took a detour.

Some pedestrians stood there and watched carefully.

Goli waved at the crowd of passers-by eating melons, and shouted, "What are you looking at?

"My brother came all the way here to meet netizens, and he was released by a pigeon. It's not going to work to make him cry. ”

"Let's go. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Silong hit the tree even more fiercely.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd shook their heads and sighed, screaming that it was too pitiful.

When the many people who ate melons dispersed, Zhang Silong sat on the ground in a daze and stood still like a wood carving.

The forehead and scalp were broken, and the blood was dripping, a wisp of blood flowed into the mouth, and the bright red teeth looked extremely terrifying.

Jin Feng, who had never said a word from beginning to end, slowly stepped forward, took out two cigarettes to light them, squatted beside Zhang Silong, and silently stuffed the cigarette into the mouth of Zhang Silong, who was like a mechanical puppet.

"I know that you are of noble blood, and you disdain to be with us untouchables, and ashamed to be in the company of us dogs. ”

"I know, what do you want?"

"Zhou Hao, Wang Xiaobai's influence on bloodline and life experience, is not as good as a fraction of your Zhang family. ”

"Xiahou Jichi and Cao Yangzhao don't need to talk about it. It's not comparable to you. ”

"You want to be like them, with a Bentley three steps out of the door and a plane a hundred miles away......"

"Wherever you go, you will hug you, and wherever you go, you will respond. ”

"Turn over the clouds and rain to reproduce the glory of your Zhang family's 1,800 years and 18 centuries. ”

Zhang Silong took a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to look at Jin Feng, and hissed: "Yes! I just want to be like them!"

"My dignified ancestral bloodline has been passed down for 64 generations, and for thousands of years, I have been keeping pace with the Confucian family of Yan Shenggong, carrying forward the past and forging ahead into the future, and inheriting the faith. ”

"Am I not as good as Runan Zhou and King Langya?"

"Am I still not as good as the Cao family who touched the golden dog?"

After a pause, Zhang Silong shouted at Jin Feng: "Don't you want to?"

"Your inheritance is older than our Zhang family, don't you want to!?"

The corners of Jin Feng's mouth opened, and he said softly with a calm expression: "Daozang, you are also a person who has a backward back. As a descendant of the Zhang family's blood relatives, you are also the most aware of our lineage. ”

"Tell me, which dynasty and which generation, our vein has pursued glory, wealth, peace and honor?"

Zhang Silong froze slightly, but shouted with hatred: "Isn't Su Qin?"

"Isn't Shang Ying?"

"Isn't Xu Fu?"

"Yuan Tiangang—isn't it?"

"Which of these is not a very human minister, enjoying the most wealth in the world?"

Jin Feng closed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips and said, "Then, what happened to them?"

Zhang Silong was stunned for a moment, and his pupils tightened suddenly.

Jin Feng pursed his lips tightly and said coldly: "Su Qin Shang Yang was torn apart, and Xu Fu didn't dare to come back for the rest of his life......

"Yuan Tiangang has spent his life doing the Kowloon Pilgrimage Feng Shui Array, what is he afraid of?"

"You know what?"

Zhang Silong showed a hint of doubt.

Jin Feng said in a cruel voice: "I'm afraid that I will be dug up and whipped after death!"

Zhang Silong couldn't help but tremble, looked at Jin Feng in horror, and showed a deep fear.

Jin Feng took a deep puff of cigarette and said lightly: "Our door is only for the sake of the robbery, just for the troubled times." Whoever covets the glory of the world will end up dying. ”

Zhang Silong shouted angrily: "In the prosperous world, you will be a ninth-rate, a tomb robber!

Jin Feng half-lowered his eyelids and said lightly: "Then what do you think, what should I do?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhang Silong was immediately asked.

That's right.

With Jin Feng's strength and power, what can't he do?

Zhang Silong's eyes showed deep confusion.

Jin Feng slapped his swollen shoulder, stood up and screamed: "Everyone has their own ambitions, I am not reluctant." ”

"If you want to regain the glory of Dao Ancestor, the most prerequisite is to regain control of Longhu Mountain. ”

"In this world, the person who can give you this opportunity ......"

"It's just me!"

After saying this, Jin Feng silently turned around and walked away.

Zhang Silong trembled and knelt on the ground all of a sudden, and shouted loudly: "Brother Feng...... I ......"

Jin Feng nodded his index finger without returning his head, and shouted coldly: "Since you have joined the gang, then, you are a murderer." ”

"Never forget that you will always be a murderer. ”

"Even if you become a Dao Sect Dao Venerable in the future, you will be the master of the world's Dao ......"

"Then, you are also my Jin Feng's accomplice. ”

"Murderer. ”

When Zhang Silong heard this, his body that had just stood up fell to the ground again, and his whole face was like earth, and he was extremely depressed!

Needless to say, the three words murderer will always become the biggest demon on Zhang Silong's cultivation path.

The Dao heart is destroyed.

After Jin Feng left, Wu Baiming and Ge Li were sandwiched between Zhang Silong on the left and on the right. Goli pulled Zhang Silong up, and Wu Baiming kicked Zhang Silong's ass as usual, shouting in unison.

"Let's go!"

"Murderer!"

After this mad incident, Zhang Silong completely became a turtle grandson, and as the last to join the gang, his status was even lower than before.

In the words of Gong Lingfeng, who had been with Jin Feng for the longest time, it was this little insect who finally recognized his own position.

Jin Feng's words gave Zhang Silong infinite hope, and at the same time, the biggest unstable factor in the Jin family's army was lifted.

Early the next morning, after Jin Feng and his gang put on makeup, they divided into two groups and entered the site park again.

A group of people, led by Goli, pretending to be geological surveyors, swaggered into the park.

I didn't need to say hello to anyone, so I started surveying and mapping in the heritage park.

This kind of surveyor really doesn't need any identity, and he won't be noticed by anyone wherever he goes.

The management of the park casually asked a few words and left it alone.

Zhang Silong also took out the ability to take care of the house, walked through all the places in the ruins park, and pointed out the most likely places to Jin Feng.

At noon, while it was relaxing, a group of people watched the management, and several people laid down the pole in the most suspicious place.

These places were all pointed out by Jin Feng and Zhang Silong, and then selected by Jin Feng's own judgment.

If there's something down here, there's no way to escape the probe artifact

Unfortunately, no clues were found that day.

"Withdraw!"

"Not here!"

Without any hesitation, Jin Feng announced the closing of the team.

The defeat in the first battle cast a shadow over the head of the Jin family's army.

This is the first time that Jin Jiajun has returned without success since its establishment, which makes everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Even the earth-shattering treasures of Li Zicheng, Shi Dakai, Emperor Yang of Sui, and Hitler did not escape the palms of Jin Feng, and the first setback in this black land was encountered by the Jin family army when looking for a quasi-Jin family.

The Northeast is vast, far exceeding the domestic territory. Song Huizong and his son have been dead for nearly 800 years, and there are few last fragments of their father and son in the records of historical books.

To dig up their remains after so many years is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Jin Jiajun, who was staying in different hotels, met at the same restaurant by chance that afternoon.

Jin Feng gave a new order.

"Go to the countryside!"

"Cast the net!"

"Collect the rags!"

"Sell groceries!"

Early the next morning, all the members of the Jin family army went out to drive second-hand three-three wheels through the streets and alleys to collect rags, sell department stores, and repair leaks in houses......

Jin Feng plunged headlong into the local museum and library, and re-excavated the history of the place through local and county chronicles.

In the afternoon of the same day, Jin Feng began to walk and shop next to each other in the county's cities, every street, every alley, every historic site, every ancient tree, and every time-honored shop.

None of them were spared!

People have left a name and a goose has left a voice.

There will be relics left in any history, whether it is 5,000 years before history or 50,000 years before history.

As long as this history has happened, then there will be evidence left in this world.

Even if it is destroyed, there will be traces of it that will be handed down.

Zhang Xianzhong's silver search recipe has been passed down for hundreds of years and is considered an ethereal children's rhyme, but in fact, the unearthing of tens of thousands of things has slapped the world in the face.

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