Zhang's mansion, although built in the deep mountains, is still magnificent and beautiful, compared to those rich and noble families in the capital, it is not much better, there is this to know the prestige of the Zhang family in the Holy Religion, but today, the Zhang family's young advocate Zi'an is hiding in the house and drinking alone. said that he was hiding in the house, or more precisely, he was grounded, and thinking of this, Zhang Zixin was angry.

As the only heir of the Zhang family, Zhang Zi'an has been pampered in every way since he was a child, his grandfather Zhang Shaoyang spoiled him, his uncle Zhang Zhendong protected him, and the Zhang family followed him up and down, developing his character of having no spare sons, and he could not tolerate the slightest disobedience from others. Now, Lianyu, who is regarded as a forbidden descendant by him, is going to be taken away by others, especially if his grandfather and uncle don't help him, he also specially warned himself not to be presumptuous or even grounded himself.

"Grounded." After reciting it silently, Zhang Zixin was furious, and the wine glass in his hand quietly turned into dust and flew away with the breeze.

Seeing this scene, especially looking at the hideous face of her young master, although the pretty maid was afraid, she could only cautiously step forward and pour a glass of wine for Zhang Zi'an.

Turning his head to stare at the maid, looking at her face that was pale with fright, especially the panic in his eyes that could not be concealed, Zhang Zixin suddenly gave birth to a tyrannical aura, waved his hand and grabbed the maid in his arms, and kneaded it on her towering breasts.

The maid was obviously stupid by Zhang Zi'an's sudden movements, but the pain in her chest made her sober up instantly. Not daring to shout, the maid trembled and shouted: "Young master, it can't be like this, please, please." In the weak voice of begging for mercy, the maid stretched out her palm and wanted to push Zhang Zi'an away, but she didn't think that it aroused Zhang Zi'an's beastly desire even more, and her palms became harder and harder, and at the same time gnawed heavily on the maid's red lips.

At the moment when her lips were snatched away, the maid struggled more and more, but unfortunately he was a weak woman, how could he escape from Zhang Zi'an's clutches? On the contrary, Zhang Zi'an's palm was forceful, and he directly tore the maid's thin long skirt, revealing a bright red belly pocket and a looming twin peaks. Staring at her trembling breasts, smelling the virgin fragrance on her body, especially her panicked look, Zhang Zi'an's beastly desire was aroused more and more, and a fierce light like a beast shot out of his eyes.

Feeling cold in an instant, especially when she saw Zhang Zi'an's gaze, the maid hurriedly put her hands on her chest, and shouted at the same time: "Young master, don't, don't!" At the end of the words, there was obviously a hint of crying, and tears flowed out of his eyes.

Looking at her pear blossom and rainy face, Zhang Zi'an suddenly thought of something and suddenly had endless indignation in his heart, raised his hand and slapped the pretty face of the maid, leaving four red leads, and shouted: "Cheap maid, the young master pampers you, it is your honor, you dare to cry and struggle, the uncle has to play you to death today." At the end of the words, Zhang Zi'an slapped her on the left side of the face again, and the crisp sound echoed quietly in the room.

It should have been beaten by Zhang Zi'an, and the maid didn't come back to her senses for a long time, until she was thrown on the bed by Zhang Zi'an. subconsciously hid in the corner of the bed, and the maid even took the quilt to cover her curled up body, and at the same time begged loudly: "Young master, you just let go of the slave maid, please." ”

Zhang Zi'an didn't pay attention to her at all, his eyes were cold and emotionless, he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt little by little, and then pounced. Screams, gasps, flowing tears, and unbridled laughter staged a human tragedy.

When everything calmed down, looking at the waiter who was crying alone with expressionless eyes, Zhang Zi'an not only did not vent the pleasure after venting, but a kind of boredom was born in his heart. Suddenly perceiving something, Zhang Zi's mind moved, after thinking for a moment, a cold light shot out of his eyes, raised his hand and slapped it again, and shouted: ", you didn't scream just now, you cried so soon?" I make you cry and cry. slapped the maid a few times in succession, Zhang Zi'an turned over and pressed the maid under him and squirmed, while also slapping the maid incessantly, venting the evil fire in his heart.

After venting again, Zhang Zi got out of bed with peace of mind. Putting on his clothes and walking out of the room, looking at the man in black standing with his hands in his hands, Zhang Zi'an said provocatively: "Why, the uncle still comes to listen to the corner of the nephew's bed?" ”

The man in black is not tall and slightly fat, although he can't see his face, but he stands with his hands and his body is not moving like a mountain, and he has a majestic atmosphere, which is Zhang Zi'an's uncle Zhang Zhendong, that is, the contemporary head of the Zhang family.

In the face of Zhang Zi'an's deliberate provocation, Zhang Zhendong was not angry, his solemn face did not change at all, he quietly looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and said lightly: "The Seventh Prince has arrived in Bukong Town. ”

Zhang Zhendong's words were like a heavy punch to Zhang Zi'an's chest, causing his body to bend down suddenly, and he couldn't even control two steps back, and the arrogance on his face disappeared in an instant, but was full of anger. After a long time, Zhang Zi'an recovered, stared at Zhang Zhendong coldly and said, "Why, uncle didn't come to tell Zi'an this sentence, right?" ”

To Zhang Zi'an's surprise, Zhang Zhendong, who has loved him since he was a child, nodded and said, "Uncle really came to tell you." ”

Glaring at Zhang Zhendong angrily, Zhang Zi'an's face changed greatly, and shouted: "You ......" angrily pointed at Zhang Zhendong, but Zhang Zi'an didn't know what to say or what to scold him.

Looking at the crescent moon in the sky quietly, Zhang Zhendong said lightly: "Back then, my uncle and his old man injured Daoji in a battle with Master Ku, and Senior Brother Xie lost to the Chu family again. My Holy Sect Leader, I have come out of the blood sea of corpses for thousands of years, not to mention that Senior Brother Mo is the weakest, who can obey him? But after three years of fighting, Senior Brother Qi was killed, and my uncle had no choice but to surrender. ”

In the bland words, Zhang Zhendong seemed to fall into memory, and it took a long time before he continued: "Over the years, the old man has often wondered, if my uncle and his old man passed on the throne to me, what would it be like? Qi Yiming is talented, but the old man's conceit is not weaker than him, but don't forget his life, the old man can't guess what the ending will be. Speaking of this, he shook his head, Zhang Zhendong sighed lightly and then opened his mouth and said: "Maybe this is my uncle's original intention, the old man wins, my Zhang family is glorious, but even if it fails, because of my uncle's existence, it will not be wiped out like the Qi family." ”

At this moment, Zhang Zi'an seemed to have guessed the original intention of his uncle Zhang Zhendong to come to him, but he still couldn't calm the anger in his heart, and after a cold snort, he opened his mouth and said: "Grandpa still doesn't want to help you, otherwise, with his old man's prestige, why don't you forget your teeth?" ”

Hearing Zhang Zi'an say this, Zhang Zhendong finally turned his head and glanced at him, opened his mouth and said: "It seems that I have really doted on you all these years." Seeing that Zhang Zi'an raised his eyebrows as if he was about to be angry, Zhang Zhendong did not allow him to interject, and then said: "Go, sit down." ”

Seeing his uncle Zhang Zhendong walk into the pavilion, Zhang Zi'an hesitated for a moment and finally followed, and sat down opposite Zhang Zhendong.

After looking at Zhang Zi'an for a moment, Zhang Zhendong's face softened, and he opened his mouth and said: "Xiao An, you have followed your uncle and his old man for more than 20 years, do you know why he wants to accept Xie Cheng as a disciple to intervene in the dispute in the world?" My Zhang family, after all, is a Jianghu person. ”

Regarding this question, Zhang Zi'an let out a cold snort as if he was a little disdainful, and said in a deep voice: "What's so hard to guess about this? If the Xie family can win the world, grandpa will be the emperor for a hundred generations, and my Zhang family will also be extremely glorious. Speaking of this, he snorted coldly, and Zhang Zi'an said coldly: "Xie Cheng is not angry, he is obviously powerful, but in the end he lost to the Chu family, and it was in vain for his grandfather's hard work." ”

Zhang Zhendong nodded and said, "What you said is not bad, but it is a little less." For thousands of years, my religion has been fighting endlessly with Wujiguan and Tianlong Temple, and the battle in the world is not a moral dispute? Back then, if it weren't for Wujiguan and Tianlong Temple, how could the Chu family get Luodu, and the general trend of the world is changing because of Luodu, it can really be said that those who win the Central Plains get the world, but how can there be ifs in this world? The Chu family is already the lord of the world, and my Holy Sect can only obey it, and the master and his old man must also obey it, even if he is as arrogant as the Mo sect leader, he must also obey it, and even have to fight to the death with Bahr at the invitation of the Chu family. ”

Hearing this for the first time, Zhang Zi'an had a thoughtful look on his face, while Zhang Zhendong continued: "After returning from Mobei, Sect Master Mo retreated to the Grandmaster Realm, and the younger generation has the ability to compete for the position of Young Sect Master, only you, Cao Yingxuan of the Cao family, and Bai Mosheng, this scene is similar to He Zeng twenty years ago. ”

With a sigh, Zhang Zhendong looked at Zhang Zi'an and said in a deep voice: "Now, my Zhang family is powerful, the Cao family is second, and Bai Mosheng is the weakest, but every time I see Bai Mosheng, the old man seems to see Mo Wusheng back then, and even better than Mo Wusheng." The young Mo Forgetsheng is like a sword that shows a peerless edge, and can cut any difficulty under the sword, and today's Bai Mosheng, although he is proud, is easy to get along with, giving people a sense of peace, which is his cleverness. ”

Snorted coldly, Zhang Zi'an said with disdain: "A hypocrite, what's so good." ”

Shaking his head, Zhang Zhendong continued just now: "Cao Yingxuan has a calm heart, especially low-key, it is rare that he is only in his twenties and knows that he is clumsy. As for Xiao An, you are very talented and have to be taught by your uncle and his old man, and your martial arts are already extraordinary at a young age, but you have never suffered setbacks in your life, and you have developed a character that has no spare sons. This time, my uncle made the decision on his own, just to teach you a lesson, let you know that not the world revolves around you, and you want you to know that there are people outside the sky. ”

"What?" In the unbearable shouting, Zhang Zi'an suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Zhendong's nose and said, "Give Lianyu to Chu Haoyu?" ”

Zhang Zhendong didn't deny it, nodded and said: "Yes, my uncle grounded you, so the Chu family is too powerful for the time being, and my Zhang family can't even hide far away, but the most important thing is to teach you a lesson, so that you can understand that as long as you are powerful, the women in the world are like your maids, and you don't need to care about her feelings at all, but if you are weak, the beloved woman will be given to others, but your own heart hurts." ”

Glaring at Zhang Zhendong angrily, Zhang Zi'an shouted: "You, I ......"

Zhang Zhendong didn't care, and said lightly: "Xiao An, you have grown up, and you want to compete for the throne of the sect leader, since ancient times, you have become a king and defeated a king, if you want to win and become a king, you must learn to give up and learn to forbear, you think about it." In addition, the situation in the church is very delicate right now, so you will come to me when you figure it out. At the end of the words, Zhang Zhendong stood up, patted Zhang Zi'an on the shoulder and left.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Zi'an sighed and sat on the stool, with loss, anger, helplessness, and fierceness, the interweaving of various emotions made his face more and more hideous.