Ximen Qing and the other two followed Zhang Qing to Zhang Mansion. After Zhang Qing asked his servants to go to the military camp to inform Zhang Wenyuan, he brought Ximen Qing, Song Jiang and Wu Song to the living room. After drinking tea, the four of them saw Zhang Wenyuan wearing military uniform running in from outside, with their paces fast.

After entering the hall, Zhang Wenyuan laughed and said, "My good nephew, please let uncle have a good look! Take a good look!"

Ximen Qing hurriedly stood up, walked quickly to Zhang Wenyuan, and knelt down and said, "Nephew Ximen Qing greets Uncle Zhang!"

Zhang Wenyuan nodded vigorously, hurriedly helped Ximen Qing up, then patted Ximen Qing on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good boy, he looks more and more handsome, exactly the same as your father when he was young. Yes, it's not bad, it's not bad. I was thinking, if you don't come again, I'll let Qing'er tie you up!"

Ximen Qing also made a lot of Zhang Wenyuan and found that Zhang Wenyuan's appearance had not changed much, just like he did five years ago. His hair, beard turned white again, and there were more wrinkles on his face. However, at this time, Zhang Wenyuan was wearing a military uniform and looked extremely majestic, which was more majestic than when wearing a commoner.

Ximen Qing smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, I have been running around the world these days and I have never been free. Now, when I have time, I will come to see you. Uncle is still as tough as before. Hehe, now wearing armor, he is even more handsome. I am envious of my nephew and admire him. I am so impressed by my uncle! My nephew probably will not be able to reach the uncle's situation in my life. He is simply unprecedented!"

"Hahaha, you guy, you're just sweet-mouthed, and your uncle is happy and happy!" Zhang Wenyuan stroked his beard and laughed happily.

Zhang Qing, who was standing beside him, glared at Ximen Qing secretly. When you flatter to this level, you are simply unprecedented.

After Zhang Wenyuan finished laughing, he pulled Ximen Qing to the first place in the hall.

At this time, Song Jiang and Wu Song also stepped forward and bowed and said, "Junior Song Jiang, Wu Song pays homage to General Zhang!"

Zhang Wenyuan nodded, waved his hand, and said, "So it is the famous Shiyu Song Jiang and Wu Erlang in the world, haha. Since you are Qing'er's friends, you are my Zhang family's guests. You live in the Zhang family with peace of mind, don't rush to leave!"

Song Jiang bowed and said, "Then I'll disturb General Zhang!"

Zhang Wenyuan nodded and responded. Then he looked at Ximen Qing opposite and asked, "Qing'er, when I met you last time, your martial arts skills were still of the middle-grade level of the martial arts. What is the current level? Is there any high martial arts low-grade level of cultivation?"

Ximen Qing smiled and said, "Now he is a middle-grade martial artist. He is still one step away from being a top-grade martial artist."

"Huh? Haha..." Zhang Wenyuan laughed as he patted his big tuǐ and said, "It's true that he is a demon's qualification, Qing'er, how about it? I know what it means to have heaven outside. There are people outside!"

Zhang Qing in the hall was stunned for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and then asked Ximen Qing: "Emperor Yi, are you really a middle-class martial artist? Are you really fifteen years old? Damn!"

Zhang Qing was completely hit. He has practiced martial arts for more than 20 years and is now the top level of a great martial arts master. He is still one step away from the peak of a great martial arts master. Zhang Qing has always been optimistic about his talent. But now, a monster is not human, which completely shatters Zhang Qing's self-confidence. Compared with Ximen Qing, Zhang Qing feels that he is just a scumbag.

Seeing Zhang Qing's resentful eyes, Ximen Qing mōmō's nose: "Well, fifteen years old, a great martial artist!"

"Ah. God, the earth, how could there be such a monster?" Zhang Qing said speechlessly.

Ximen Qing was moved and laughed secretly in his heart. He then hit and said, "Erlang is actually very powerful. He just got a slump in his twenties and was also a mid-grade martial artist!"

"Damn!" Zhang Qing cursed directly.

Zhang Wenyuan was also stunned and then looked at Wu Song. After looking at him, Zhang Wenyuan's eyes flashed. Wu Song was more than 1.9 meters tall, weighed more than 200 kilograms, and was covered with strong muscles. He looked like an iron tower. If such a person joins the army, he would be the king of the army, and the king of soldiers. If such a person is well trained, he will be the enemy of thousands of people! Zhang Wenyuan is a general, so he is naturally a pity for talent.

"It turns out that a hero is a teenager. No wonder he can kill a tiger with just a few punches!" Zhang Wenyuan stroked his beard and said to Wu Song.

Wu Song scratched his head, smiled honestly, and said, "I am not so good at all. No matter how powerful I am, I can't beat me! My brother's martial arts are too powerful. It is probably not a problem to beat people at the peak of the great martial arts master!"

"Ah?" Zhang Qing sang helplessly and rubbed his eyebrows.

Zhang Wenyuan was also stunned, then looked at Ximen Qing and asked, "Qing'er, are you capable of bearing the peak of a great martial arts master?"

Ximen Qing nodded and smiled and said, "It's almost the same!"

Wen Yuan took a breath and sighed, "I didn't expect that your talent is far from what I thought. It seems that your Uncle Xu and I are no match for you anymore. By the way, Qing'er, how can you practice without feather arrows?"

Zhang Qing, who was standing beside him, was sitting upright. You are a witch in martial arts, but you would never be better than me without a feather arrow! I have been practicing for more than 20 years! Only then did Zhang Qing feel a little balanced.

However, Ximen Qing's next words made Zhang Qing feel like swallowing flies.

Ximen Qing said: "It's only twenty-five feet. If you get farther, you will lose your strength and accuracy! My hidden weapon talent is not good..."

"Damn!" Zhang Qing swears again and looks at Ximen Qing with resentment.

Zhang Wenyuan suddenly laughed, mō with a beard, and said happily: "It's great, it's great. I have achieved such a success after practicing for five years. Among my ancestors of the Zhang family, the most powerful person is at your level."

At this moment, the servant outside the door ran in panic and shouted, "Master, it's not good, it's not good!"

Zhang Wenyuan frowned and said, "What happened? It's so panicked. The sky has not collapsed!"

The servant hurriedly bowed and said, "Report to the master, the magistrate has come with the soldiers!"

"Bold!" Zhang Wenyuan slapped the table and shouted: "He dares! What's going on?"

At this time, Ximen Qing stood up and smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, I blame me for this!"

"What happened?" Zhang Wenyuan asked in confusion.

Then, Ximen Qing talked about the contradiction in front of the city gate.

After hearing Ximen Qing's words, Zhang Wenyuan shook his head and laughed, "You boy, it's really cruel. Yang Bufeng loves Yang Fan the most. You threw him into the river twice in a row, which made Yang Bufeng angry. What's more, you snatched the Snow Lion White Dragon Horse! It is said that Yang Bufeng spent ten thousand gold to get this Snow Lion White Dragon Horse. He was about to offer it to the emperor, but now you got it. Haha... Yang Bufeng must be so angry that his mouth tilted and his nose was crooked, haha, happy, happy! He deserves to be my eldest brother's son."

Ximen Qing said: "I've caused trouble for Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Wenyuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You come this time, I haven't given you anything yet. Well, that snow lion and white dragon horse is yours. I'll help you solve Yang Bufeng!"

Ximen Qing was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang!"

Zhang Wenyuan stood up and said with a smile: "Let's go out and have a look. I want to see how Yang Bufeng makes a fuss in front of my eyes!"

After saying that, he walked out with his hands behind his back, and then Ximen Qing and the other four followed closely.

After leaving the mansion, he saw hundreds of soldiers surrounded by the door, led by a middle-aged man in a literati uniform and Yang Fan.

The middle-aged man was the magistrate of Dongchang Prefecture, Yang Bufeng!

At this time, Yang Bufeng was tense, frowning, gasping slightly, clenched his fists tightly, staring at Zhang's mansion in front of him, feeling extremely unhappy.

The prefect of Dongchang Prefecture is a beautiful job, and his annual profit is high. The local emperor is free and easy. However, Yang Bufeng is so frustrated. Why? It is because of the Zhang family! The Zhang family has too big roots. Even if his godfather is Yang Jian, he will not be able to change the status of the Zhang family in Dongchang Prefecture. He has always been suppressed by Zhang Wenyuan, and he doesn't like anything he does. He is restricted by Zhang Wenyuan and everything is not going well.

Now, his son has been thrown into the river and the BMW he was preparing was also taken away, which makes Yang Bufeng even more angry.

The past has been afflicted and has accumulated a critical point. Today's affairs are the last straw, and finally Yang Bufeng's anger is blowing. At this time, Yang Bufeng made up his mind and Zhang Wenyuan must know how powerful he is today!

At this time, Zhang Wenyuan brought the people out.

Yang Fan pointed to Ximen Qing behind Zhang Wenyuan and shouted at Yang Bufeng: "Dad, it's him, it's him, he threw me into the river, and stole the snow lion and white dragon horse. Dad, please ask someone to catch him, I want him to make life worse than death, suffer from Lingchi's suffering, kneel down and beg for mercy, haha..."

"Bang!" Just as Yang Fan was laughing, Zhang Wenyuan, who had just walked out, stepped forward and came to Yang Fan at an extremely fast speed, and then slapped him and flew away.

This slap did not use internal force, so it was just a simple slap. But even the simplest slap instantly made Yang Fan's cheek red, swollen and blood sucked at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Fan was stunned and stood there. After a while, he felt the pain on his cheeks and whined: "You old man, you dare to hit me, you are looking for death! Dad, kill him!"

"Fan'er!" Yang Bufeng did not expect that Zhang Wenyuan would take action directly and didn't even say hello.

Holding Yang Fan, Yang Bufeng shouted at Zhang Wenyuan: "Zhang Wenyuan, you are too much. You don't even say you cover up the prisoner, but you beat me. Don't think you are holding heavy troops and I dare not touch you. Tell you, I am the magistrate in Dongchang Mansion!"

After saying that, Yang Bufeng roared: "Come on, capture those three people for me! If you dare to resist, kill them on the spot!"

"Yes!" the soldiers roared in unison, and then stepped forward to capture Ximen Qing and the other two.

Zhang Wenyuan stepped on the stone steps, glanced coldly around, and said in a deep voice: "Who dares if I think I dare?"

As soon as these words were said, although the wind was light, it blew through the hearts of every soldier like a cold wind. Although they were the confidants of the prefect, they were also the soldiers on the case, and they were all under Zhang Wenyuan. If they were to arrest people in front of Zhang Wenyuan, wouldn’t they look for a dead end?

For a moment, the soldiers looked at each other and dared not move anymore!
Chapter completed!