Zhao Mingcheng also pleaded with various saints and gods and Buddhas a few breaths ago that in this primeval forest where birds don't, it is best to meet a hunter, so that he can be a guide to lead the way. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Through the dense leaves, Zhao Mingcheng found more than 20 people walking in the distance, and the few people in front were using a bright mountain knife to open the way.

"I said Zhang Yu, how long will it take to find the place in your treasure map?" An elderly man leaned against a tree and took a sip of water, and asked a middle-aged man next to him who was holding a sheepskin painting.

"Patriarch, according to the picture drawn by the hunter, it should be the keel stream he said not far ahead. If it is really as he said, there are all keels in the stream, then we will be bigger, and in the future, the ink treasure made by our Zhang family will definitely be able to overwhelm several others, and it is possible to become the exclusive tribute ink today! The middle-aged man named Zhang Yu took the kettle handed by a person next to him, and also looked up to the sky and took a big sip.

Listening to Zhang Yu's radiant words, the patriarch did not feel a little joyful, but said with a solemn face: "Zhang Yu, don't be careless, that Orion was killed the next day, it is likely that this guy still has a dragon bone in his hand to cause trouble, you must know that when you appear on the black market, there is such a precious person, you will become a target, this matter may have been exposed!" ”

"The patriarch is really scheming, and even this has been taken into account!" The person who handed the kettle to the patriarch just now interjected, "The puppet is not guilty, but he is guilty!" Some things are capital offenses when they come into contact with them, just like that Orion, and also, you! ”

Zhang Yu frowned, I don't know what kind of foolish things my brother said?

"Alas! Poisonous in the water! The patriarch suddenly covered his stomach and screamed, and pointed at the man angrily, "Zhang Jing, is it you beast?" ”

"Hehe, I said patriarch, you keep saying that you want to magnify our Zhang family, but you have been holding the 'Zhang Ink Sutra' and not passing it on, how can we carry forward the ink making together? You may not know, Lord Cai Jing Cai has personally looked for me twice, as long as I can dedicate the 'Zhang's Ink Sutra', he can let me be a prefect to play, three years of Qing prefect, 100,000 snowflakes of silver, much better than we burn carbon to make ink and sell! ”

Zhang Jingyun said lightly, the person holding the mountain knife in the distance seemed to be listening to the story at all, and he was indifferent, obviously he had already been bought by the person named Zhang Jing.

"Patriarch, how are you?" Zhang Yu immediately ran over and picked up the patriarch, took out a piece of black ink from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhang Jing saw the two of them playing detoxification, and he didn't stop it, and when he saw that after the patriarch swallowed the black ink, his expression changed a lot, and he smiled back: "Brother Zhang Yu is really talented, I didn't expect the ink medicine to be successfully practiced early, haha, that's fine, presumably your ink medicine formula can be sold at a good price, right?" After speaking, he patted his hands three times, but saw two people walking out from behind, holding a steel knife against the neck of a young man in ragged clothes.

"Brother Zhang Yu, exchange your formula for your son's life, can this store do it?"

As soon as Zhang Yuyi saw that his son had already been held in his hands by this person, he couldn't help but be violent, "Zhang Jing, you are a wolf-hearted person, your conscience has been eaten by dogs?" For the sake of the official position, even the clansmen are harmed, let my son go! ”

"People die for money, birds die for food, we cultural people, this truth should be understood! I don't hug Cai Xiang's thighs, are you stupid to me? How can it be like you, one is taller than the other, and the high is useful? Can you lead your people to get rich? Let me tell you, the people have long agreed that we will be officials, and now this keel is just a decision for us to make up our minds in advance! Zhang Jing dismissively said authentically.

Zhao Mingcheng on the tree was speechless, disputes were everywhere, he didn't expect to hear the legend of Cai Jing in the remote primeval forest, it seems that this person's influence is really not small. The last lamb wine case, I originally thought that I could pull out his doorman, but I didn't expect that at the last moment, it ended unexpectedly, is there a lot of masterminds behind the scenes?

Just thinking about it, he found that more than ten people with bows and arrows sneaked in the distance, and surrounded them in a large net shape from afar, and the leader strode forward without the slightest scruples.

The man in charge of the guard was holding a mountain knife, and just two people came over to block the inquiry, and they were greeted by two sharp arrows that pierced through the chest.

"Zhang Yuanshan, don't come unharmed!" The old man in Tsing Yi, who strode forward, ignored the two dead and bowed to the patriarch from a distance.

This change made Zhang Jing like a great enemy, but he didn't expect that there would be a yellow finch in the back to catch and play? He suddenly realized that the Orion was probably killed by this person!

Patriarch Zhang Yuanshan was not half happy when he saw this person, but frowned again, and asked in surprise: "Director Wang, is it you?" ”

"Hehe, the keel reappears in the rivers and lakes, your ink-making clan will inevitably rise, thirty years ago, our queen wanted to ask you to go out of the mountain to help, but unfortunately you refused, and now, our queen lord said again, 'Those who get ink win the world', I don't know if your Zhang clan is willing to regain the world for our Li family's descendant?" The old man in Tsing Yi solemnly saluted him, completely ignoring the person who was nervously holding the knife and holding the neck to negotiate!

Zhang Yuanshan's eyelids jumped, the old man in Tsing Yi was right, those who get ink win the world, whether it is a war poem or a war painting, if the literati want to write a work of inheritance, they must be inseparable from good ink, if there is a blessing of good ink, the literary treasure made can make the talent more condensed. Thousands of students in the world consume tens of millions of ink treasures every year, so a famous ink maker is respected like a great Confucian.

Back then, the Lord Li Yu had thrown an overview branch at him, but he saw that the Later Tang Qi technique had been exhausted, and he shirked it on the grounds that he had not produced peerless good ink!

Who knew that Empress Li was on the way to be captured, he made a shocking war song "Poppy Beauty", with a sentence that is just like a river flowing eastward, condensing the soul of the painting, conjuring up the endless Yangtze River, drowning and escorting the officers and soldiers, and using this word to cultivate the Confucian literary position and escape from the clutches!

Now that he wants to make a comeback, can he help him or not? Zhang Yuanshan had a headache.

"Oh, it turns out that you are the remnants of the Later Tang Dynasty that Lord Cai said, brothers, kill him, and we will all be promoted to the third level!"

Zhang Jing didn't expect a keel to lead such a big fish, and took the lead in sacrificing an ink ingot, which was also strange, and the wind swept up with black light, hiding his moment, and at the same time turned into a black hill, directly towards the old man in Tsing Yi.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't expect that this ink ingot would have the effect of a war seal like his own jade seal, and he was taken aback. But I heard the old man in Tsing Yi shout in a low voice: "Carving insect skills!" Then a four-sided thing flew out of the sleeve, and the four-sided thing also grew into the wind, turning into a huge groove, and the black light in the groove flashed, giving birth to a strong suction.

Under the strong suction of the huge trough in the four directions, the ink ingots like a mountain suddenly turned into their original form and were sucked into the giant trough, and then the two objects fell into the hands of the old man in Tsing Yi at the same time.

"Poof!"

The ink ingot was collected, and Zhang Jing appeared and spurted a mouthful of blood, but what immediately greeted him was a body-breaking divine arrow, "It turned out to be an ancient holy inkstone!" I can't see if I'm dead! ”

"Cut! What's all the fuss about this kind of goods, there are many in our former treasure trove of the Later Tang Dynasty! The old man in Tsing Yi didn't look at him anymore and died.

Then he waved his hands, but listening to the sound of "pounce and pounce ......" sharp arrows into the flesh mixed with a muffled snort, the group of guards with mountain swords in their hands had not yet come to their senses, and they were also shot into targets by arrows in the shadows.

Only one person with a knife still on Zhang Yu's son's neck did not achieve the goal because of his good position, but his legs trembled with fright at this time.

"Alas! A country man is a country man! Zhang Yuanshan sighed, "Two of them were shot dead just now, and they didn't attract attention, you guys are just blind with such people, and you deserve to die!" ”

"Hehe, Patriarch Zhang's analysis is very good, you are experts in cutting trees and making ink, and you are fighting and killing people...... Oh, it's still our professional horseman! The old man in Tsing Yi said with a smile, and after speaking, he gave a random look, but when he saw that a person suddenly appeared in the dark, he directly wiped the neck of the last man who took the mountain knife from behind!

"Xian'er, are you alright?" Zhang Yu saw that his son was rescued, and excitedly stepped forward to hug him for inspection.

Zhang Xian was also persistent enough, but he didn't cry with tears in his eyes, "Daddy, I'm fine, I didn't expect the second uncle to be such a person......"

"Okay, don't be busy performing father-son love first!" The old man in Tsing Yi interrupted them coldly, turned his head and forced Zhang Yuanshan to ask, "Patriarch Zhang, how did you think about it?" ”