I saw Zhang Jingxuan silently standing in front of the closed door for a while, and finally turned his head to look at his mother with great effort.

Since he secretly ran out of the North Earth Temple to join the army, the relationship between mother and son has been extremely tense.

In the past few years, there has hardly been a meeting without quarrels.

The focus is on one core issue, killing karma.

He suddenly found that his silver hair was no longer the black and beautiful appearance when he was a child. I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, when did my mother grow like this? When I opened my mouth again, my voice was much quieter, and I said, "Thank you, mother, remember to save some face in front of my subordinates." ”

The old lady didn't appreciate it, and said: "Don't pretend in front of me, they are all monkey cubs who grew up together in our Beidi Temple, and they have a little cultivation foundation and become the captain of the city guard by relying on the chicken paws left to him by his father." When I didn't know the details of the two of you, I asked you the last time that kid from the old Li family was forced to be demoted to vice captain from the position of captain of the city guard. Ask again today, do you know about the disappearance of the Jingshi rice seed in the Duobao Pavilion? I think you should not do it, I am afraid that it will be difficult for Fengxian City to calm down in the future. Go back to the North Temple with your mother, if you don't want to go back to your hometown, or... You go to the North Buddha Gate to find Master Guoxin, after all, it is a place of Qing cultivation. ”

Zhang Jingxuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at his mother in surprise and refused: "Mother, the gate of the Northern Buddha Gate has strict rules, and the Jingyue Nunnery is full of female nuns, what is the son going to do there? Master Guoxin and his son are just general friends, where to start." Besides, this rice seed was lost, and in the late autumn, the elder of the Jingshi Sect put it into the Duobao Pavilion with his son. However, two days ago, he made a major discovery in the destroyed immortal rice fields on the Qingcheng Plain and wanted to return to the master gate immediately, so when he left, he handed over the responsibility of daily maintenance of the storage circle to the chief administrator Yu Youhui. In late winter and early spring, the weather is cold. If you want to talk about suspicion, of course, Yu Youhui, who opened the Duobao Pavilion to maintain the magic circle the day before yesterday, is even greater! Mother, you don't know, he has always acted improperly. His nephew Xu Hui... ”

The old lady's temper was also rushed, her two slender eyebrows were raised, and her charitable face showed a hard side at the moment, and she interrupted, "Enough, now in this Fengxian City, the Jingshi faction has suppressed the disciples of other factions. Don t say anything Yu Youhui is suspected of stealing immortal rice, just say it directly, it is not his nephew Xu Hui staring at you, the position of the deputy commander of the city guard. If you want me to see, without the hint of the city lord Luo Ying, he Yu Youhui does not have such courage. And I've always felt that the sky over the City Lord's Mansion has been a bit weird lately. This Luo Ying didn't show up for a long time, but he was only cultivating in the mansion, and he claimed to be at the cultivation level, but you see that in the past few years, there have been ancient demon spies who have been caught in the city from time to time. How much has he fulfilled the responsibilities of this city lord? In my opinion... ”

Zhang Jingxuan's eyebrows raised, interrupting his mother and said, "Mother, why do you even know about this? It's true that I don't get along with Manager Yu, but you don't need to doubt Brother Luo." He had the grace to save his life back then, and he would only have paid more effort for Fengxian City than for his son! The Battle of Black Mountain, if it weren't for Brother Luo's desperate killing of the ancient demon marquis at the moment of crisis, how could he have a son today? You know this, and the Jingshi sent Brother Luo to find out the whereabouts of Xiandao this time, and Manager Yu also said that Brother Luo was named to help! You recite the Buddha in the Beidi Temple, why bother to come to Fengxian City to guide the country?"

Against the backdrop of the candles, even the eyebrows of the mother and child are raised in the same direction.

The mother said, "Okay, I'm just a village woman, and I'm not as knowledgeable as you, the commander." But Commander Zhang, you act sharply and don't know how much you have offended, and the people in the city don't know how much you have offended? Once this rumor spreads, how can you deal with yourself? I believe that you will not do such a thing, but who will believe the innocence that the mother proves for her child? You have to be careful, after all, others are in the dark, but you are in the light. You listen to my mother's words more, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. “

Zhang Jingxuan looked at his mother and was speechless for a long time, and finally swallowed his anger and said: "Mother, did you come here to tell your children this? The old lady's face turned white suddenly, she slowly lowered her head, and then raised it violently, watching her mother's color change Zhang Jingxuan stood up unconsciously.

"Okay, I'll go, you take care of yourself in the future," said the old lady with deep meaning, never sitting in her chair to rest. 
Zhang Jingxuan looked at his mother's back angrily and sat on the chair.

For many years, my mother has been so stubborn, and when she returned from the Qingcheng faction's cultivation, she asked herself not to go to the battlefield again. 
It just so happened that the ancient demons were weak but sometimes killed, and the young people practiced their own skills to make meritorious contributions, not to mention that countless people in the sect such as Zijin Zhenren watched themselves fall!

I want to prove that my master did not choose the wrong person!

I'm going to be even better!

Zhang Jingxuan's thoughts gradually became obsessed with Gu Qingzhen's body.

After the fall of Gu Qingzhen, Zhang Jingxuan held a meniscus knife across the battlefield, and the captain of the ancient demon also killed several people desperately.

It has been absolutely respected by the Fengxian Chengwei army, and the strong in the army have always been respected!

In the battlefield, he is the most honed person, and Zhang Jingxuan's qualifications are in line with the true meaning of the Beiming sword technique, so in five years, Zhang Jingxuan's cultivation is to quickly break through from the first heaven of the middle realm to the sixth heaven of the middle realm of the Beiming Dynasty, and skillfully master the skill of controlling things.

Such a entry into the Qingcheng faction is also a top talent!

Because after the Beiming Dao Law entered the middle realm, every heavy heaven could be called a heavenly moat.

Zhang Jingxuan even watched the city of Fengxian City gradually become prosperous and stable from a city in ruins to be rebuilt again, if he wanted to give up his current efforts, would he be willing?

Is her way of avoiding misfortune and seeking blessing suitable for establishing meritorious deeds in the world?

Zhang Jingxuan looked down at the scimitar that looked like jade but not jade given by his master Gu Qingzhen, and was silent for a long time. But my mother has practiced Buddhism for many years, which seems ordinary but is not simple. How impulsive I was just now, I was afraid that I would be hurt by myself if I let my mother go back so late. 
What he didn't know was that now that few people in a high position could persuade him, and he was often surrounded by praises and sycophants. Of course, there are also voices of opposition and doubts, of course no one can make a mistake in Vanity Fair, the city lord Luo Ying has been indulging in cultivation for a long time, and now it is his chief who acts as the city lord and conveys the city lord's orders.

Now the city lord's mansion is full of respect for the governor, but this manager is very dissatisfied with himself, and it is of course common to suppress and exclude him.

"Hey, these family affairs! and this struggle for power!" the young general rubbed the position of his temple, and couldn't help but curse to himself.