Below, Jian Yao raised his head to look at this scene, and suddenly looked at Gu Xiu'er with surprise in his eyes.

"This girl is smart!"

He had already noticed that Gu Xiu'er's expression was a little different when he looked at his eldest Langjun, and he had already taken precautions.

Not only him, but Zhang Yi is probably also prepared, if this woman pretends to be smart and tries to kidnap Zhang Jian, these two people will die today without a place to be buried.

And directly obeying soft, although it may fall into the hands of the Zhang family, but there is no chance of life.

In particular, Wang Yuanlang, the swordsman of the Shangyuan faction of the West Wind in his mouth, has a lot of influence in Fengxi County, and is a famous white road giant.

Maybe for the sake of Wang Yuanlang's face, Zhang Yi will change his mind.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the jade-colored giant palm in Zhang Yi's hand slammed into Duanmuyan's body, blasting it into the house below.

Zhang Yi's figure was charming, and a ghost appeared on Gu Xiu'er's side, and he stared at Gu Xiu'er with cold eyes.

"Which green onion is Wang Yuanlang, who am I Zhang Yi going to kill, do you think he can keep it?"

He slowly raised his hand, and just then a voice came.

"Brother Yi, since these two young people have already known their mistakes, let's give them a chance, although they have made mistakes first, but my Zhang family has always been kind to others, and I am willing to open up the net in everything!"

I saw that in the dark, Zhang Yi walked out of the darkness under the embrace of Zhang Hu.

He has a calm bearing, and he is not angry and arrogant.

Zhang Jian's face beside him was silent, he glanced at Zhang Yi with a solemn face, and knew in his heart that although Gu Xiu'er's last words did not impress Zhang Yi, they moved his old man.

It seems that the West Wind swordsman in his mouth has a bit of weight, which makes Zhang Yi think.

"Since it is the patriarch who speaks, then these two thieves will be handed over to the patriarch to deal with!"

Zhang Yi's figure flashed at this time, and he landed on Zhang Jian's side from the roof, and he saw Zhang Jian nodding slightly.

Feeling the continuous flow of pure inner breath on Zhang Yi's body, this inner breath seems to resonate with the air all the time, distorting the surrounding aura.

Zhang Jian's heart was secretly moving.

He knew that this was a unique symbol of the internal refining martial artist reaching the innate stage.

The stage of nourishing the yuan is to continue to strengthen one's own spirit with mellow internal breath, communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth, and nurture the body with innateness, which is the mystery of the innate stage.

Zhang Jian still doesn't know much about the innate mysteries at present, but he might as well deeply realize the power of this power.

"No wonder Jian Yao is so afraid of Uncle Yi, Uncle Yi can also be regarded as the foundation of the family, which can be described as a hole card!"

Zhang Jian secretly sighed in his heart.

Although he had just practiced martial arts, he also knew that the innate stage of internal martial artists was almost a handful of 'top masters' in the rivers and lakes.

The number of this kind of innate martial artists is extremely small, and only some big forces with great wealth and power can recruit one or two.

"Looks like I still have to practice hard, it's a bit dangerous outside!"

The thought crossed his mind.

"Senior Brother Gu Xiu'er thanked the Zhang family master for his magnanimity!"

At this time, Gu Xiu'er was slightly moved, and then hurriedly flew into the ruins, her jade face under the white veil was a little white, Duanmuyan was hit hard by Zhang Yi's last blow, and her life and death were uncertain at this time, which really worried her.

Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Yi, and Zhang Yi shook his head slightly at this time.

"Whether he can live or not, it depends on his own creation!"

He didn't deliberately spare his last blow.

Zhang Yi shook his head secretly, but said secretly. "I hope I don't die!"

His eyes fell on Gu Xiu'er, who was graceful, and his eyes were dark.

"Surname Gu!"

At this time, Fang Lin was outside, and other villagers and patrolmen gathered around one after another, and Zhang Yi waved his hand to let everyone disperse.

At the same time, he recruited a few people to help Gu Xiu'er carry Duanmuyan out.

At this time, Duanmu Yan's face was like gold paper, and his body was covered with frost.

The breath was already very faint.

"Senior brother!" Gu Xiu'er hurriedly took out the secret treasure medicine of the master sect from her arms and asked Duanmu Yan to take it, striving to save Duanmu Yan's life.

Everyone dispersed in place, Zhang Yi only left Zhang Yi and Zhang Jian, and after some discussion, it was decided to temporarily detain the brother and sister and wait for news.

I believe that the people behind these two people will soon make a move.

……

The next day

The morning light is faint

The paper shop is in the west of the city, Zhang Jian took Zhang Lu and a team of family members to the paper shop to buy cinnabar banknotes.

There is a Liujia Hutong here, and there are many rice and flour cloth shops around.

The place where Zhang Jian was going was next to a large willow tree.

Zhang Ji paper shop.

In front of the paper shop, there are lifelike paper figures at this time, with pink cheeks and cute looks.

It's just strange that these paper figures don't have eyes, but even so, it makes people feel a chill.

The owner of the paper shop is called Paper Man Zhang, who is rickety and has gray hair.

Zhang Jian stepped forward and greeted directly.

"Uncle Zhang, what's new recently?"

The paper man surnamed Zhang is also Zhang Jian's family, but he is not a local, but he fled more than 20 years ago, and gradually gained a firm foothold in Liujia Hutong with his unique ability to tie paper with one hand.

"It turns out that the master has arrived, please come into the store, we will keep it for you!"

The paper man Zhang's voice was hoarse, but there was a trace of kindness between his eyebrows, as if he was always smiling.

"Then I'd like to see it!"

Zhang Jian came to the spirit, and followed the paper man Zhang to the back hall.

In the back hall, you can see a small red shrine in the distance, I don't know what kind of god is enshrined in the shrine, it is far away covered by red cloth, and the smell of sandalwood burning can be heard from afar.

It makes this gloomy paper shop a little more popular.

Zhang Jian has already seen the new product this time, which is a lotus palace lamp, red and white, each one is very enchanting and gorgeous.

Look closer, chubby!

Paper Man Zhang smiled and introduced:

"This is the villain's latest creation of the Ning Shen Lotus, you look at these sacrifices, very shrewd, this is the villain specially invited the master of Fengqi Guan to come and write the requiem, Ning Neuro, it was opened by the master!"

"What's the point?!"

"It can not only appease the ancestors, but also allow the ancestors to protect the family, add blessings and longevity, if Da Langjun burns to the ancestors of the Zhang Mansion, he will definitely be able to shelter the old man to be admitted to the Jinshi!"

Zhang Jian laughed, this paper man Zhang is quite good at talking, nodded at the moment, and directly asked Zhang Lu to come forward to wrap it, and then his own servant stepped forward to deliver the silver taels.

Seeing Zhang Jian wrapping these lotus flowers so happily, the smile on the paper man's face deepened.

The group carried the basket on their backs and quickly left the Zhang Ji paper shop.

The paper man watched the group leave, but his gaze always fell on Zhang Jian, flickering, but he calmed down for a moment, and he was still silently cleaning up the paper man outside the store.

Before Zhang Jian left, he glanced at the direction of the paper shop, and his expression was a little different.

For some reason, this time when he entered the paper shop, he obviously felt a little different from before.

It was still as shady as ever, but this time he felt a hint of coldness, like a needle piercing into his skin.