The next day, Zhang Jian heard good news.

Shi Lun passed the museum job examination held by the Cultural and Sports Center, successfully got the museum job, and was able to stay in Hojing.

For this reason, Shi Lun is extremely happy, he has three years of experience in observing politics in various ministries, even if he is released as an official in the future, the upper limit will be higher.

Happy, after nightfall, Shi Lun set up a banquet in the middle of the champion and feasted many of the same year.

It was night, and many new science and technology scholars were drunk.

Part of it is sad and frustrated that I have not been admitted to the museum, and the other part is purely happy in my heart, and I drink it with my belly open, which is naturally very intoxicating.

"If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk!"

Zhang Jian smiled slightly, most of these new science and technology scholars are extremely enthusiastic and emotional in their hearts.

However, there are also some sophisticated, or noble-born, who can control their emotions, and after drinking about the same, with the support of their personal families, they stumble away.

"Brother Zhang, I really envy you sometimes, no matter what kind of atmosphere it is, you can always stay sober!"

Next to him, Shi Lun was burping at this time, and his face was flushed.

Zhang Jian smiled slightly, just smiled.

"If you get too drunk, you will naturally wake up!"

Shi Lun glanced at Zhang Jian when he heard this, and he seemed to be suddenly much more awake at this time.

"Brother Zhang, do you know that the little lady of the He family is going to get married in a few days?"

"Little lady of the He family?"

Zhang Jian's eyes moved.

Shi Lun sighed: "It's He Yanxia He Xiaoniang!" ”

"I don't know how Brother Zhan Shi will break his heart and intestines after hearing about it?"

"As expected!"

Zhang Jian was not surprised.

This He Yanxia is also a strange woman, but it is impossible for such a strange woman to withstand the pressure from the family, leave her father and brothers and sisters, and elope alone.

Born in a family like the Zhang family, Zhang Jian can feel the constraints of the world on young men and women.

The small landlord class is not bad, and if there is such a situation of private giving and receiving in a large family, it will be a great scandal, which will affect the career of father and brother, and will also affect the marriage of sisters.

In the general environment of virtue and punishment, moral cultivation is extremely important.

It is also the first sense of the person.

is similar to the combination of his mother Qi Ruoying and Zhang Yi, which is actually shocking.

In the night, a new branch of the Jinshi was drunk, and before the curfew, the crowd gradually dispersed.

It was only when he walked out of the Zhuangyuan Residence that Zhang Jian was moved, he let Zhang Lu and the others leave on their own, and he quietly walked along the shadow of an alley.

In a shadow not far away, a figure shrouded in black qi hid in the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes staring at the soldiers patrolling the street from afar.

His gaze greedily glanced at these soldiers, but after sensing that there were faint fluctuations in the divine power around these patrol soldiers, he retracted his gaze, and finally fell on some of the single drinkers who came out of the restaurant drunk.

Especially young solo guests.

On the figure of staggering out of the restaurant, his figure seemed to move against the ground, floating silently and low.

It was a young martial artist, with a strong spirit and dense blood!

Dressed in a silk costume, it looks very good!

However, such a young martial artist made the eyes of the figure in the darkness glow with strong greed, but he didn't know that there was also a figure floating behind him quietly.

But in an instant, he sensed that something was wrong, and vaguely sensed it, and the black-clothed figure subconsciously turned his head, but he didn't see any figure.

Such a strange situation is that the hearts of the black-clothed people can't help but chill, and his appearance in the past always makes those prey panic.

And today he felt the same way.

And when he turned around, his expression was even more shocked, and the 'prey' he locked in front of him actually disappeared.

This couldn't help but make his face change, and the black qi around his body was rolling, and he was about to turn into a black wind and burst out, but he saw a palm appear out of thin air, and in an instant, he poked down from the silver moon, and a palm bombarded his heavenly spirit cover, and in an instant, his body was like a black qi on the palm of the white jade and turned into ashes, leaving only a dark soul that was caught deep in the palm of the palm.

Greeting that surging gaze, the soul of the black-clothed figure had a faint ray of blood in his eyes at this time.

"Blood Demon Skill, Blood Shadow Demon Sect?"

Seeing this omen, Zhang Jian's figure slowly walked out of the moonlight of the silver moon, and there was something strange in his eyes.

The Blood Shadow Demon Sect is a serious Demon Dao sect.

This is not a sideshow.

This is a large sect that belongs to the Demon Dao, although it is not comparable to the Evil Sect, the Xuan Demon Sect, the Taiyin Demon Palace, the Secret Demon Sect, and the Asura Demon Dao, but the power of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect is also extraordinary.

However, the sect power of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect was originally supposed to be in the Great Chu Territory outside the Great Qian Territory.

Zhang Jian was a little surprised in his heart.

The figure in front of him was not an official disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, but a blood shadow puppet, a puppet made by subduing some talented martial artists, or alien races and immortal cultivators, and imprisoning their souls.

The effect may just be troublemaking, or collecting essence blood.

There was something strange in Zhang Jian's eyes.

Although the chaotic times of the Great Qian Dynasty have emerged, the dragon and tiger qi is still in its heyday, how do these demon disciples feel that they have come to the pickaxe capital to spread wild?

"Just sabotage?"

Zhang Jian didn't want to believe it.

He had heard the Demon Slayer True Monarch mention that the Demon Dao Immortal Cultivators were eager for quick success because of their exercises, and their own personalities were somewhat distorted, and they were usually unprofitable and could not afford to be early.

"Could it be that there are any secrets in the Jingshi that can attract these people from the Demon Sect?"

Zhang Jian was a little curious in his heart, but he didn't want to cause trouble easily because of the heavy workload, so he just killed a few Blood Shadow Puppets casually, so as not to threaten his family.

He turned around, and after killing a few Blood Shadow Puppets, his expression changed slightly, and he looked at the depths of the pickaxe capital, in the direction of the Iron Pen Judge Temple.

In an instant, he heard a violent explosion, accompanied by the sound of a divine priest bursting.

"That place is ......"

Zhang Jian looked at it, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

That place is the temple of the Iron Pen Judge, who was a founding civil official of the National Dynasty, and was enshrined as the Iron Pen Judge because of his incorruptibility and selflessness, and was also a subordinate official of Hojing, which is a god with extraordinary power.

But if Zhang Jian was not mistaken, in an instant, he was caught by the Divine Division, and the entire Divine Soul was captured.

Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated slightly.

These demonic powerhouses, one can be described as a bold person, and even the Sheji Shinto dares to provoke.

However, Zhang Jian also knew that the territory of Sheji Shinto was only in the world, and the foundation could only take root in a place where there were people, and most of those demon monks went in and out of the wilderness, and in the depths of the wilderness, the gods who had left the Divine Division did not dare to provoke them easily.

They have the capital to act recklessly!

As far as his eyes could see, Zhang Jian had already seen the sky above the pickaxe capital, and several divine lights were speeding down, rushing towards the Temple of the Military Judge.

However, in his spiritual eyes, he could see an extremely subtle demonic aura, speeding towards the direction he was!

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