Zhang Huansheng is young but already has many secrets, but contrary to his complicated circumstances, his experience is really simple, he is just an orphan who grew up in the Tzu Chi Hall in Nanyang Prefecture, Yinhai County, Xuguo, and he can explain it clearly in just a few sentences.

After listening to Zhang Huansheng's narration, Lu Wuning carefully corresponded to the dossier in his hand, confirmed them one by one, and finally nodded and said: "This young man's description is completely consistent with that of Chixiong Weicha.

It seems that there should be no deception, Mao Song Gong, Qing Tan Gong, what do you think? ”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the left and right, looking at the old man in the robe and the old man in the brocade robe, seeing that one of them looked calm, and the other of them both nodded their heads with a sinking face, so he smiled slightly and said, "Since the two elders feel the same way, then I will investigate the bloodline." ”

Hearing this, among the young officials in green robes and green clothes sitting on wooden chairs on both sides of the hall, there was a young man with a big face who hesitated with a cloudy face, suddenly gritted his teeth, and said, "My lord, this young man's past experience is indeed correct.

But his whereabouts in recent months have been very secretive, first he said that he ran to the sea a few years ago, and suddenly disappeared for many days, and then disappeared again after returning to Nanyang..."

Before he finished speaking, a fat middle-aged official sitting opposite him suddenly showed a smile on his face, and interjected: "Lord Dong, what our Dali Temple is ordered to certify is this young man's life experience, what do you care about his recent whereabouts."

Nanyang City, Yinhai County, Xuguo is a place where maritime merchants gather, and it is very common for merchants and men who run to the sea to go to foreign countries for a hundred days or a thousand days without a trace, but you have to describe it as secretive, which is inevitably a little inappropriate. ”

"Master Chen, I naturally have a reason for saying secrets," the little official with a square face turned red when he heard this, and said urgently: "This young man has been in Nanyang Tzu Chi Hall for eleven years, and he has always said that he suffers from the disease of leaving his soul, whether he is studying or doing things, once he exceeds half an hour, he will have a headache and want to die.

If you can't write it, you can't do it.

As a result, after leaving Tzu Chi Hall, he was cured of his stubborn illness for more than ten years, and he immediately became a maritime merchant and left for a foreign country. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but turn their eyes to Zhang Huansheng, and after listening to him stunned for a moment, he explained in a rather ashamed manner: "Actually, I have never had any soul-leaving disease, but Zhong Wuli, the lieutenant who sent me to Tzu Chi Hall, was afraid that I would cause trouble by revealing my origin from the Great Sumeru Temple, so I helped to lie."

Since then, when people ask me where I came from, I don't remember anything.

Later, when I was studying in Tzu Chi Hall, I could memorize the articles I read for a few days, and I was really bored, so I took advantage of the reason for the soul disorder to walk back to the house to rest, and it became a common practice to come and go.

As for the maritime merchants, I have been aware of the power of destiny to control the wind since I was a child, and later I was able to breathe clouds and mist, although I did not dare to publicize it everywhere because of the allusion that 'the wood show will destroy it in the forest wind'..."

"Stay, stay." Hearing this, Lu Wuning's eyes widened and he waved his hand, stopping Zhang Huansheng's words, "Young man, did you just say that in addition to the power of resisting the wind, you also realized the power of the destiny of spitting clouds and mist?" ”

"Exactly." Zhang Huansheng replied respectfully.

As soon as the words fell, Lu Wuning had already ordered: "Show it out, let me wait and see." ”

Zhang Huansheng heard this, "Yes." Strangely, the wind only echoed in a small area of the width of the feet, blowing the masonry and stones, but there was not even a trace of breeze around.

After a dozen breaths, he suddenly opened his mouth again, inhaled the gale into his abdomen, and spewed out a cloud of mist, enveloping the entire back hall in a cloud of smoke.

"Chunmangjun has three kinds of powers of destiny, this son has realized two kinds, such a magnificent young man, it seems that it must be the bloodline left by Qingtan Gong." Seeing this situation, Lu Wuning laughed, waved his sleeves, put the clouds and mist in his sleeves, turned his head to look at the old man in the robe and said, obviously he had confirmed Zhang Huansheng's identity first.

When the old man in the robe heard this, he just nodded with a faint smile, that is, he acquiesced to Lu Wuning's words, but he didn't show anything else.

Seeing his attitude, Lu Wuning didn't say much, his eyes turned to the old man in the brocade robe, and said with a smile: "Mao Songgong, Qingtan Gong has been confirmed, I don't know what you think?" ”

The brocade-robed old man didn't say anything when he heard this, a dark aura suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the sharp nail on the thumb of his right hand slashed at the palm of his left hand, breaking a wound and bleeding out a few drops of black and red blood.

After the black blood appeared, it tumbled like magma, rising a red and black mist, which was thrown off by the old man in the brocade robe whose face turned pale, directly covering Zhang Huansheng, and penetrating into his body through the pores.

In an instant, Zhang Huansheng felt that his body was hot, his mind was confused, and then the chaotic power contained in his body was inexplicably stimulated, and black gas gushed out from the seven orifices, and the person was like a puppet, standing on the spot.

Seeing this vision, the old man in the brocade robe, who had been frowning deeply, finally changed his face, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "This son contains the power of disorder, either from chaos, or from the great abyss, there should be no doubt that there should be the bloodline of my Zhang Jiazhu Jiuyin." ”

"So, Mao Songgong, you have recognized him as the eldest grandson of the Xiong Jing Zhang family." Hearing this, Lu Wuning asked with a smile.

"Lord Lu, my Zhang family's ancestral bloodline already has a divine response, what else can I do if I don't recognize it." The old man in the brocade robe replied expressionlessly, stood up, and instructed an old servant in cloth who served behind him: "The eldest grandson of our Xiongjing Zhang family, it is not good to live in the official post.

Qinghoe, you will arrange to take this child over to the house in a while, and settle down according to his identity, don't be harsh. ”

"Yes, sir." When the old servant heard this, he bowed down and replied.

At this time, Zhang Huansheng happened to wake up from the confusion, and suddenly felt that if he recalled what happened just now as if he was dreaming, he couldn't help but look at the old man in the brocade robe vigilantly.

And the old man in the brocade robe turned a blind eye to Zhang Huansheng's cold gaze, and arched his hand towards Lu Wuning with the old man in the robe with an expressionless face: "Qingtan Gong, Lord Lu, since the identity of this son has been confirmed, I will leave first, and we will meet again another day." He strode out the door.

However, when he passed by Zhang Huansheng's side, his steps were slow, and he said in a deep voice: "The power of the Great Abyss in your body is enough to cultivate my Xiong Jing Zhang's "Great Calamity Black Nikjing", visualize the true body of Candle Jiuyin, and it will start tonight." After that, he quickened his pace and walked away.