There was silence.

Zhang Qingshan's eyes were split, he pinned his head to the side, not daring to look. Xu Qing's knife, my father couldn't dodge it at all.

There was silence for a moment before a sound could be heard.

"Silly brother!" Zhang Jing's voice was trembling at the moment, he had just been scared stupid, but when he came back to his senses, he still saw Zhang Jing fall in front of him, he helped Zhang Rong who was blocking the blood from flowing all over the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... Why are you blocking it?"

It turned out that Xu Qing slashed down with a knife just now, and when Zhang Rong saw it, he immediately rushed over, stood in front of Zhang Jing, and blocked the knife for him. It's just that when this knife was cut down, his entire back and shoulder was slashed deep into the bones, a huge gap, and blood was rolling out.

Zhang Rong's face turned pale, he fell to the ground, and his whole person trembled, "You are my brother, I won't block it, who will block it for you?"

Zhao Daxing had already invited Dr. Liu and immediately began to stop the bleeding for him.

Xu Qing's head fell to the ground, and the corpse fell straight to the ground. On the Wang family's side, he was already stunned at the moment, Wang Xiangdong's mouth opened a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

Zhang Qingshan only reacted at this time, he turned his head, immediately saw Zhang Rong's tragic situation, walked quickly to his side, and cried with self-blame: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I ......."

"Green ...... Qingshan, you kid really surprised my uncle, very good! Very good!" Zhang Rong still squeezed out a smile even if it hurt him to die at this time, and said, "You are not sorry for your uncle, your uncle is proud of you!"

"I ......" Zhang Qingshan bit his lip tightly, just now, if it wasn't half a beat slower, how could this be.

Zhang Jing grabbed Zhang Qingshan, he sighed and patted Zhang Qingshan on the shoulder.

Doctor Liu had already asked Zhang Rong to be carried down, and Zhang Jing walked in front of Wang Xiangdong.

"Wang Xiangdong, what else do you have to say now?" Zhang Jing's voice was low, suppressing a huge anger.

Wang Xiangdong glanced at the dead Xu Qing, supported the armrests of the Taishi chair with both hands, struggled to support his body, and said weakly: "The territory of Mingyuefang belongs to you, and 500,000 taels of silver should be used as an apology." From now on, when the Wang family sees the people of your Zhang family, they will retreat!"

After a pause, Wang Xiangdong glanced at Zhang Qingshan meaningfully, "Zhang Jing, you gave birth to a good son." ”

After saying that, he brushed his sleeves, turned around and left. didn't care about what Zhang Jing said at all, he was completely dissatisfied with what he said.

Zhang Jing did not stop Wang Xiangdong, he watched the people of the Wang family leave. Deep down in his heart, he actually wanted to take the opportunity to destroy the Wang family in one fell swoop. However, he knew very well that even if the Wang family lost Xu Qing, it was still stronger than the Zhang family. Decades of accumulation are not comparable to the Zhang family.

The Wang family was able to come up with Mingyuefang and 500,000 taels of compensation. This is all based on the premise that they think that Ma Hanfeng is also a third-rate master. If they knew that Ma Hanfeng was actually a liar, they were afraid that even if Xu Qing died, the Wang family would still do it again.

So, he didn't choose to stop it. Because, this ending, in Zhang Jing's psychology, is already the best result.

"Send this person's body back to the Wang family! The martial artist will continue to patrol, and he must not slack off!" Zhang Jing pointed to Xu Qing's corpse and immediately ordered to go down.

"Ma Hanfeng, you and Qingshan come with me!" Zhang Jing walked towards the living room with his hands behind his back.

In the living room, Zhao Daxing stood guard outside the door and did not let anyone in.

Zhang Jing sat on the chair and drank tea quietly, but his hands were still shaking slightly at this time.

Ma Han is just the opposite, he is in the wind at this time, the cold sweat has already soaked his whole body, he is not sitting, he is not standing, his eyes are rolling, like ants on a hot pot.

"Ma Hanfeng, tell me, what are you going to do?" Zhang Jing put down the teacup and asked.

"This ......" Ma Hanfeng had cold sweat rolling on his head, and he took out the silver ticket in his arms with some reluctance, and then touched it from the back sleeve for a while, and took out a crumpled silver ticket, "I will return the 50,000 taels of silver to you intact, in addition, this is what I have saved in the past few years, and it is also 50,000 taels." Just because I haven't been to Jingxian or Zhang's house, is that okay?"

Ma Hanfeng looked at the silver ticket, and felt that the flesh in his whole body was hurting, the 50,000 silver was saved for many years. Now he vomited it all, and he wanted to die. However, stay in the green mountains, and don't worry about no firewood. People live, and money can be earned again.

"Although my Zhang family is not a big family, I don't think I can see it in my eyes if it is only tens of thousands of taels of silver. If you want to spend money to buy your life, it won't work, or think of other ways. For example, tell me, how did you package yourself as a third-rate master, and you deceived so many people in Shangyang Mansion?" Zhang Jing didn't look down on the 100,000 taels of silver at all, and now that the Wang family has retreated, the caravan's business will only get better and better, and the silver is only a matter of time. What's more, the Wang family's 500,000 taels will be able to get it tomorrow.

Compared with silver, he was more curious about how Ma Hanfeng got the identity of a third-rate master.

You must know that before Zhang Rong invited him, he consulted many people in Shangyang Mansion. Even asked someone to investigate secretly, but no clues were found, and everyone said that he was indeed a third-rate master, and his reputation was not bad. Even the horse bandits on the way of the caravan gave him face, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

When Ma Hanfeng heard that Zhang Jing couldn't look down on tens of thousands of taels of silver, his face turned white on the spot, and he was almost frightened. However, when he heard the end, he couldn't help grinning and asked, "Did I say it, you can let me go?"

"Don't negotiate terms with me, you don't have to say it, I won't force you. Zhang Jing snorted coldly, and slammed the teacup in his hand to the tea table, and the tea splashed on the table.

The corners of Ma Hanfeng's mouth twitched, and he sighed, and the whole person seemed to be a deflated ball, "Count me Ma Ye planting, I said."

In fact, it is not difficult to package it as a third-rate master. There is a martial arts Bai Xiaosheng in Shangjing, and he will be ranked as a third-rate and second-rate first-class master every month. I spent 50,000 taels and bought a ranking. People in the rivers and lakes naturally know that my Ma Hanfeng is a third-rate master. After that, I was generous, made friends all over the world, and with a little publicity, I naturally gained a little reputation. Shangyang Mansion is just a small city in the north, the news is closed, except for Bai Xiaosheng's ranking, plus the help of friends to publicize, where can I know my details!"

"It's that simple?" Zhang Jing asked with some disbelief.

"It's that simple!"

Zhang Jing's head was full of black lines floating, and he became a third-rate master so simply, can he still believe these so-called third-rate masters in the future?

"Don't think about it too much, do you think that any person can find Bai Xiaosheng to buy rankings? Hmph! Bai Xiaosheng himself is a first-class master, ordinary people can't even see him, they want to find him to buy rankings, dream!

What's more, in addition to buying rankings, dealing with people in the rivers and lakes requires a lot of thought, do you think that casual people can give you face? Ma Hanfeng pouted and said.

Zhang Jing nodded, squinted his eyes, and said, "In this way, that's pretty much the same." Next, let's talk about how you plan to make up for the deception of my Zhang family!"

Ma Hanfeng rolled his eyes and said, "Don't beat around the bush, tell me directly, what do you want me to do to let me go!"

"That's it! 10,000 taels a year, 50,000 taels of silver tickets are still yours. For five years, you have served as a guest secretary in my Zhang family for five years. In the past five years, Zhang Jiazun you as a guest, and the entire Jingxian County does not restrict your freedom, you only need to continue to maintain your reputation as a third-rate master, and you don't have to do anything else. Zhang Jing didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

"Five years, why don't you just kill me?" Ma Hanfeng jumped up directly and roared.

"Daxing, come in!" Zhang Jing ignored Ma Hanfeng and shouted, and Zhao Daxing immediately pushed the door in.

"Kill him and throw him to a mass grave outside the city!" Zhang Jing said coldly.

Zhao Daxing didn't say a word, took out the sword in his hand, and put it directly on Ma Hanfeng's neck.

"You...... You...... Zhang Jing, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, Bai Xiaosheng and I are sworn brothers, and if you kill me, he will not let you go. Ma Hanfeng panicked and couldn't help shouting.

Zhang Jing played with the teacup in his hand and sneered: "Dead, no matter what Bai Xiaosheng he is, there is no proof of death, what can he do with me! Daxing, drag it out, don't do it here, tomorrow there will be a banquet here in the yamen, don't make this place dirty!"

"Let's go!" Zhao Daxing picked up Ma Hanfeng and walked out directly.

"Zhang Jing, you don't want to die!" Ma Hanfeng felt the cold blade on his neck, glanced at Zhao Daxing, and his scalp suddenly went numb, "I promise you, I promise you! Five years will be five years!"

Zhang Jing put down the teacup and said with a smile: "That's right! Daxing, let people prepare for supper, and take out the thirty-year-old blue and white drunk, and invite Ma Ye to eat something." It's been a busy night, but you can't slack off Ma Ye!"

"Okay!" Zhao Daxing grinned, the centipede on his face moved, more ugly than crying, he put Ma Hanfeng down, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, "Please!

"You ...... Very good!" Ma Hanfeng pointed at Zhang Jing, but found that he was helpless at all, waved his sleeves, coldly dropped this sentence, and slammed the door.

In the living room, only Zhang Jing and Zhang Qingshan were left at this time. The two fathers and sons glanced at each other, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became solemn.

Zhang Jing carefully looked at Zhang Qingshan in front of him, this son who had been raised for more than ten years, he suddenly couldn't see through it at this time. In his impression, Zhang Qingshan has always been pampered, afraid of hardship, everything is a whim, and when the interest is over, he will directly change his tricks.

Eating, drinking, and having fun, idleness, and idleness, he didn't even have great hopes for this son, he just wanted him to live his life peacefully, and when he was older, he would spend some money to dredge up the relationship, find an easy errand in the yamen, marry a few daughters-in-law, give birth to a few sons and start a family, it is enough.

Why did he suddenly turn into a real third-rate master? At this most critical moment, he pulled the Zhang family out of the Jedi alive.

Zhang Jing shook his head, he secretly pinched the back of his hand, and the stinging pain immediately made people can't help but snort, he was really afraid that this scene was his own dream!

After a long time, Zhang Jing sighed and couldn't help asking, "Qingshan, have you really only practiced martial arts for more than a month?"