The furnishings in the room are simple, only a bed, a table, and a chair.

So Zhang Jiao sat down on the circle chair and began to continue to eat grapes with relish, which seemed to be very comfortable, but in fact, deep down in his heart, he had already turned over the pot.

The first thing about doing protons was a big surprise to him.

You must know that in the history of the Xia Sect civilization, the proton who was killed because of his own or the other party's betrayal of the alliance can be described as a vehicle, and he is a character who will lose his life if he is not careful.

What's more, protons are generally in an awkward position and have an extremely unsatisfactory life.

Therefore, even if both sides of the alliance abide by the covenant and safety can be guaranteed, being trapped as a hostage in the city for a few years, more than ten years, or even decades is actually not much better than death.

Fortunately, the competition for the position of the son is an infighting, and it generally does not take too long.

Moreover, with Du Sin's arrogance and indiscriminate change of the military system before it was completed, cooperating with Wendaoism is tantamount to seeking skin with the tiger.

I'm afraid I won't last long, and I will have to be swallowed by Wen Daojiao.

In addition, since Zhang Yirong specially sent two extremely strong people from the Taoist Sect to find Zhang Jiao, it was impossible for him to refuse.

So he finally chose to accept.

And what made Zhang Jiao most unsettling was not this incident, but from Zhang Yirong's possible threat.

"When it comes to the matter of Worm Qianjiu and Jiao San's plot to seize the fantasy realm, although it has been deleted, it still says too much.

I shouldn't have mentioned the prophecy of the Great Fortune Master.

After all, my mother knows that I have inherited the relics of the gods, and I have great luck, and I look at me from a different angle than others.

Maybe you'll think of something.

And the content of those words floating out of the fragments of the real book should not be said.

When it comes to "Journey to the West", the protagonist Monkey King will inevitably come to mind.

When I think of Sun Wukong, I think of Huaguo Mountain, and then I think of the matter of collecting monkey nests, and I get together.

But I originally asked Nine-Tailed Xuanchan to help find the broken water monkey nest, which really has nothing to do with the fantasy realm.

Ah, there's a time difference!

I was looking for the water monkey's nest first, and then I got the fantasy realm, and there was a time difference in the middle, and my mother should be able to see this.

Then why did she suddenly promise me a monkey nest, I couldn't have thought that I had a knack for collecting a certain kind of nest.

What is going on, what is her mother thinking?

With her temperament and what she had done before, in front of the Supreme Dao, flesh and blood relatives are simply a joke.

If she knew I had a fantasy, she would 100% not let it go.

Then isn't it because she cares about a little family affection now, and uses the monkey's nest to test me, and then picks the fruit when it is confirmed.

I still heard that the leader of the younger generation in the Dragon Court, Jiao Sangongzi, was all picked up by me.

I feel that the probability of seizing the opportunity is too low, so I simply make a fancy investment.

Anyway, I'm her son, and if it really becomes the climate, it will naturally be a great help from her, and I can't help if I don't want to. ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao finally felt a little better in his heart, "Anyway, my performance today is good, and it's natural to pretend to be stupid."

As long as her mother doesn't take the initiative to tear her face, she can maintain it.

Don't think about it, anyway, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. ”

Finish eating half of the grapes on the table, strip naked and cultivate.

Three days have passed.

During this period, Zhang Jiao honestly stayed in the small courtyard and couldn't take half a step, taking penance and meditation as the only pastime.

On this day, he finished his practice, took a bath in the bathroom of the West Wing, and walked back to the hall.

Suddenly, I found that there was an extra scroll of silk paintings on the table and a piece of rice paper with calligraphy on it.

I stepped forward to pick up the paper and looked at it, and saw that it was simply written, "The silk scroll is a one-time storage seal, and the nest stored inside can be unsealed by lighting it." ”

Zhang Jiao knew that it must have been written by Zhang Yirong himself, and was about to crush the letter, when suddenly the fire flashed in his hand, and the rice paper had turned into a burst of fly ashes.

Raising his eyebrows, he opened his horns to blow the ash off his fingers, and picked up the scroll on the table.

The silk cloth was as thin as a cicada's wings, only half a foot long, and the thickness of the thumb, but it was more than 10 meters long when it could be pulled apart.

There are countless copper plates and all kinds of nests densely painted on it, and the eyes of Zhang Jiao are straightened when he sees it.

I was shocked to think in my heart: "If these nests are all sealed objects, wouldn't the value of this scroll be at least 100 billion sea coins or even trillions."

Such a big fortune, even if the mother has been mixed into the high-level of Taoism, and has the wealth accumulated by the Changqiao Zhang family for 10,000 years, she still relies on the extermination of dissidents and the former aristocratic opponents to steal the house to get money...

Uh, if you calculate it like this, how can you feel that hundreds of billions of trillions of sea coins are not a lot of money for her.

It's just that the connections used are unimaginable, after all, the beast's nest is a rare thing with no price, not to mention that it must be the nest of monkey-like monsters. ”

His face changed uncertainly for a moment.

He put the scroll away, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and entered the meditation realm.

And so it passed two more days, and in the early morning, the sun had just risen, and it was shining on the earth.

A team of 10 soldiers wearing black rhino leather armor and holding halberds, led by a monk wearing a long robe and a stone sword, walked into the small courtyard with a majestic spirit.

"Is it possible for the noble son of the Long Bridge Lingjiao?" the monk asked in a long voice, standing still under the grape trellis.

Zhang Jiao walked out of the house, bowed and said, "Down is the Changqiao Zhang family, Zhang Lingjiao." ”

"I am walking under the door of the prince of Jiang Chu Duxin, and I have an order to invite your son to visit the 'Bear City'. The monk replied.

"Please sir lead the way. Zhang Jiao knew that the day had come to go on the road, so he smiled bitterly and sighed.

The monk pretended not to see it, and smiled at Zhang Jiao, "Please." ”

The head led him out of the small courtyard and came to a square full of traffic and people.

Dozens of ancient cars with moire carved on the axles are lined up.

One of them was used by Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao got into the car with a sad face, closed the door, his expression changed, his mind turned, and he entered the fantasy realm.

After throwing the silk scroll in his sleeve on the ground for the first time, he changed his mind again and returned to the real world.

This one takes nearly 40 seconds to go in and out, but it's the least likely space to be monitored

Zhang Jiao waited anxiously for a while, and sure enough, everything was safe and sound, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief,

After looking around for a long time, I found that the carriage I was in was nearly three feet long, half a foot wide, and eight feet high, like a small room.

There is a soft couch covered with a brocade quilt.

In front of the couch, there is also a wooden table with eight-colored vegetables and fruits, and a bronze incense burner that emits curling smoke.

"This Dusin son is really happy and likes to stink. Zhang Jiao muttered to himself, climbed up and lay down.

Picking up an apple on the wooden table, he ate it as he manifested the star officer and pulled up the curtain of the car window that was diagonally facing him.