My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 143: Chapter 143

"Okay, let's go down." Zhang Rongfang waved.

It was getting late, he was not interested in talking nonsense with Xiangling.

"Yes." Xiangling saluted respectfully, turned around and tapped lightly on the wall three times, passed over the top of the wall, and landed on the ground.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps going away came from outside the wall.

Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes, stood in the courtyard, and calmly adjusted his breath.

About ten minutes later, he turned around and entered the room, quickly wrote the scroll, and attracted the little red bird.

Stuff the paper rolls into the bamboo tubes and let the birds fly.

He watched the red bird disappear into the night sky with squinted eyes, and was lost in thought for a moment.

Boom boom boom.

Suddenly the courtyard door was knocked again.

"Come in."

Zhang Rong looked calm, as if he had expected it.

The courtyard door was pushed open.

Wei Li with two ponytails came in wearing a white skirt with trumpet sleeves, and Yingying bowed to him.

The courtyard door was closed behind his back, and Wei Li cleared his throat.

"My lord, after more than a month of detailed investigation, we have indeed found something.

The forces that have been targeting our Golden Wing Building before are mainly an organization called Zhengminghui.

There are quite a few masters in this organization, and they have quite a lot of background in Wushan Mansion. Most are local players. "

"What's the reason? Why are you against us?"

"My subordinates have visited more than a dozen places, and all the results they got are similar. The people in the Zhengminghui are all because their family members were influenced by the information of the Golden Wing Building or were assassinated, so they have overlapping hatreds.

They thought that without us, Wushan Mansion would be more peaceful and tranquil.

This is a summary of intelligence. "Wei Li stepped forward and handed the scroll in his hand to Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang took it and read it carefully. The conflict between Zhengminghui and Jinchilou was recorded in detail above.

It mainly tells that many relatives of Zhengminghui masters were assassinated by buying gold for various reasons, so they are particularly resentful towards the Golden Wing Tower.

On the scroll, it is clearly recorded that the leader of the Zhengming Society is a master swordsman named Kun Xujian.

This person is extremely strong, but he is very old. His shot record is to kill an eighth-rank master with three moves. But then he was too tired to breathe.

"Kun Xu Sword" Zhang Rongfang nodded clearly. He looked at Wei Li.

"Besides, is there anything else to report?"

Wei Li thought for a while, then shook his head.

"there is none left."

"That's fine." Zhang Rongfang rubbed the paper roll, turned it into powder fragments, and fell to the ground.

"That's it for this side. What about the other thing I entrusted to you? How's the progress?" He said calmly.

"I've found all of them, but, is your lord taking some risks?" Wei Li frowned slightly, showing a trace of worry.

"My subordinates have found out that Hai Long does have a stronghold in Wushan Mansion, and there are more than one. They are all long-term strongholds.

Among them, the leader is a master named Qingjiao. The location of the stronghold was also found. But it is likely to be only a superficial position.

After all, even if we are a specialized intelligence organization, it is impossible to perfectly grasp their movements. "

"It's okay. Continue." Zhang Rong looked flat.

"Also... the subordinates who followed Hai Long went in and out of a total of three places.

They are Tianxiang Guose Building in Bianjing District, Mengzhou Club in XC District, and Qingshu Pavilion in Wuling District. "

"Are you sure these three places are related to Hai Long?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Sure. This subordinate spends most of his time in these three places, absolutely correct." Wei Li nodded sternly.

"That's fine. Let Qing Su know. Get someone to do it." Zhang Rongfang looked up at the moon.

"It will start tonight. I want the entire Wushan Mansion to hear the sound of my coming."

"Yes!" Wei Li could only nod.

On Zhang Rong's face, he was calm. He naturally wouldn't admit that he just had an itchy hand, and it was difficult to find good people to kill randomly, so he could only find some notorious guys to fight teeth.

This can not only maintain the safety of the surrounding environment of sisters and brothers-in-law, but also meet their own physiological needs.

As for why you chose Hailong?

That is of course political correctness.

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Jiutan Town.

In the village where the dead warriors of the Golden Wing Tower lived.

Little red birds swooped down one after another, bringing orders from the spirit envoys one after another.

Duan Gu stood in his bedroom, looking at the scroll in his hand through the candle, with a serious expression on his face.

"It's so sudden." He pondered for a while, quickly wrote a scroll in his hand, tied the little red bird, and then opened the window to let the little red bird fly out.

Then he packed up his equipment and weapons, rushed out of the bedroom, and assembled the dead soldiers.

In half an hour, all the more than one hundred and ninety people had arrived.

Qing Su was also alarmed by the sudden news, and stood at the front of the team with Duan Gu.

Now holding the soldier talisman given by Zhang Rongfang, she is also one of the top leaders of the entire army of dead soldiers.

Represents Zhang Rongfang's status as a spirit envoy.

A group of captains lined up for their team.

"Everyone is ready!"

Duangu stood at the front and raised his hand.

"From now on, everyone disperses to Fucheng and waits for dispatch!"

Disperse and disguise, and then you can safely enter Fucheng without being noticed by the rest of the forces.

"yes!"

All the captains bowed their heads in unison.

At night, on the side of the road outside the village, nearly two hundred people looked like ordinary villagers gathered.

But the solemnity and orderliness on everyone's faces showed that they were far from ordinary villagers.

"Let's go!" Duangu shouted loudly.

He didn't know what he was going to do in Fucheng after all this, but as a dead soldier, what he had to do was to directly obey the orders of the spirit envoy.

Qing Su on the other side also looked gloomy.

She just found out a little bit of a problem, and suddenly wanted to mobilize people to go to Fucheng City.

Such a sudden change gave her a bad premonition.

"Cutting Valley Corps, did your lord say what you are going to do? Where is the exact location?" She tied her long hair with a ribbon behind her back and turned her head to ask.

"I don't know, there will be news after entering the city. We dead soldiers don't have to worry about anything, as long as we obey the lord." Duan Gu's eyes flashed, and he smiled honestly.

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Change to the capital city.

Tianxiang Guose Building.

In the bustling and noisy Bianjing district, if it is said that the most lively and luxurious place at night, it must be Qianyulou.

The thousand-plus building is twelve stories high, and the edges are covered with layers of lanterns.

When the evening wind blows, the bright light shakes. Even in the whole Wushan Mansion, it is a marvelous scene.

Except for more than a thousand buildings, it is the most luxurious and enjoyable place.

It is the recognized Tianxiang Guoselou.

Unlike Qianyu Building, Tianxiang Guose Building does not allow ordinary people to enter at will.

All entrants need member recommendation guarantee.

According to the entrants, there are five floors in this building, and each floor is the ultimate beauty. Each floor has a different way of playing.

It can be said that no matter men or women, as long as they are rich or noble, they can find the type they want to play most here.

This small five-story building is not far from Qianyu Building, and the lights in it are far less bright than Qianyu Building.

But compared to that side, the guests coming in and out here are either rich or expensive.

At this time, it was on the highest floor of Tianxiang Building, next to the balcony.

Sitting here today is Zhong Qinglian, a rank seven expert.

He was wearing a blue dress, holding a silk handkerchief, gently wiping the slender blade on his knee.

He is good at swordsmanship, he started to practice martial arts at the age of five, practiced hard for decades, and now he has finally mastered the five-leaf lotus sword handed down in his family to the highest level.

After that, there was no other way, so he devoted himself to Tianxiang Guoselou, with the help of the massive resources and money here, he used various precious medicines to forcefully promote his own blood, and practiced new literary skills and martial arts.

It's just a pity that although he has good talent, he didn't have the conditions to be rich since he was a child. As a result, the accumulation of hidden injuries accumulated after previous fights made it impossible to break through to a higher level.

Even if he took a lot of precious medicine, he could only prolong his peak state and prolong his lifespan.

At this time, the night wind was blowing, and it was cool and cool.

Zhong Qinglian relaxed her body and mind, and slowly entered the state of practicing literary skills.

As for security, he was on the fifth floor, and every floor below was guarded by various experts.

As long as there is an accident, there will naturally be a first-level master to deal with it.

Only when it is really impossible to deal with it will someone come to invite him.

In the entire five-story Tianxiang Guose Building, there are a total of 32 high-level masters distributed up and down.

They are all at the second to fourth level.

And above the fifth rank, he is the only one.

Such a number of people, plus more than 60 thugs as guards and assistants.

It can be said to be impenetrable and heavily guarded.

It's just that he was blowing the wind on the balcony and practicing, but he didn't know that there were already people watching from a distance in the dark downstairs.

"That is the master garrison of Tianxiang Guose Building, Zhong Qinglian."

The top of a two-story residential building.

Several figures in black looked at Zhong Qinglian from a distance.

All of them were wearing black masks.

The jet-black mask is on the forehead, with slender lines stretching to the bridge of the nose, like a closed third eye.

The person standing in the front was tall and tall, and the only line on the mask was silver-white.

And the two standing behind him are ordinary white lines.

Further back, six people stood in line.

On the masks they wore, there were also white line segments, and the length was obviously shorter than the previous two.

"Have you dispatched all the people here?" The leader figure touched the mask lightly and asked aloud.

"My lord, do you want to think about it again? The forces involved in Tianxiang Guoselou are extremely complicated. If we move it casually, I'm afraid." The black shadow copper heart behind couldn't help dissuading.

He was called up suddenly in the middle of the night to assemble, and then he was brought here.

Then, the new spirit envoy Zhang Rongfang told him that he was going to play Tianxiang Guoselou.

Then others were dumbfounded.

What the hell is going on! ! ?

Tong Xin felt worried, obviously everything was fine yesterday. The spirit envoy still looks like he is practicing hard and doesn't care about everything.

It all changed tonight!

To be honest, if it was changed to another place, he would agree with it without saying a word.

Available here.

There is also his dividend here! !

At the beginning, he invested most of his wealth in it, and cooperated with Huang Jiahailong, and it was hard to get the current situation.

This, this, what, what is it all about? ? ?

"Afraid of what?" Zhang Rong's clear voice came from under the mask. "Long nights, no sleep. Just out to have some fun."

"But my lord.!" Tong Xin still wanted to persuade.

"You're a little noisy." Zhang Rongfang turned his face slightly and fixed his eyes on him. A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Or, do you think I need you to teach me to do things?"