"Aunt Martial Arts, do those brothers come from a great family or a well-known sect?" Bi Fu asked in surprise, holding Zhang Jian, obviously curious about Zhang Jian's identity as an ancient martial arts: "I heard that those martial arts families still learn from the ancient hermit family to guard the land in front of them to make a living."

"I can't compare to those aristocratic families. My ancestors were just small families. If they were at most in troubled times, Jindu would be able to get into a cold family. Maybe they couldn't even carry the pale feather crown on their heads." Zhang Jian felt the momentary increase in force on the other party's hand and casually withdrew his hand. He kept looking up and down at Bi Fu's whole body, but even with the assistance of the human divine eyes, he could not see through the tough middle-aged man in front of him. He was as if he was shrouded in the shadows by a deep fog.

"That's probably true. The surname Zhang has always been a Tian family since the Middle Ages. Brother Zhang doesn't look like a man who suddenly got a high position and was a monkey. He can't be a noble family with a prominent family but unwilling to be mediocre, right?" Bi Fu looked like an ordinary and ordinary logistics team member in a gray brown and black rescue flight suit, but Zhang Jian's humanitarian eyes saw through an aggressive nobleness wrapped around him.

It was a humanitarian fortune with a smoky blue smoke. Although Zhang Jian's current strength cannot fully see through the strange fortunes in it, if the dark blue humanitarian fortune is replaced by the official order of the feudal dynasty, it will be at least a third-rank or above. Such people are the so-called "noble people" among the nobles who are not as good as the nobles in the curse of the Taoist dynasty. They are either born or covered by their ancestors or have been exposed to magical people and things, so they are more favored by the luck of the humanitarian dynasty than others, and they restrain certain evil magic and most low-level ghosts.

"It's just a coincidence that the surname is Zhang. There are so many people in the world with Li surnames. It's impossible that each of them is the descendant of Li Tang." Zhang Jian raised his eyebrows, and a trace of inexplicable surprise flashed in his deep eyes. He looked at Bi Fu's thoughtful nod, and was surprised that the middle-aged man in front of him had such a confident intuition.

"If everyone named Li was descended from Li Shimin, the original works of the Lanting Collection buried in the tomb of Emperor Tang could have been dug out in the name of inheritance. Then I still want to wait until now. I am still envious of the copy of the Lanting Collection collected in the Palace Museum of Feng Chengsu, which was collected in the Palace Museum." Chu Xiao sent Wu Zun, who was not very happy to pout, to the folding chair to sort out the submitted report and then deliberately inserted it in front of the two of them. He first patted Bi Fu's shoulder and then quipped it away with an embarrassing topic: "What a pity, every time he went to the Palace Museum, the old doctors of the history family stared at me all day long like an old cat, and they just borrowed a few ancient books engraved by Song Guan. They are really stingy as they get older, and I am not not not returning it."

"I say to Boss Chu, you still say that the most unreliable disciple of the Legal family is you. Have you seen anyone who claims to be a disciple of the Legal family? As a result, they use methods against the enemy, including Confucianism, Taoism, Law and Mo soldiers, and even the magical powers of novelists - mirages. Those who don't know would think you have defected to the Miscellaneous Family." Bi Fu's attention was also attracted by Chu Xiao's words. It would be best for Zhang Jian to be confused. After all, the enemies of the Middle Ages have a lot of power left in the material world. Now is not the time for him to reveal his identity. Of course, this may also be that Chu Xiao's complaints are more attractive.

"Hey, don't say that. If my mentor knows it and doesn't beat me up, everyone knows that some of the big guys in our Fa family are very unhappy with the Miscellaneous family, okay? You'll even retreat me into the fire pit." Chu Xiao quickly waved his hands hard, making a very resistant expression like he bites a lemon.

After seeing Bi Fu's contempt expression, Chu Xiao hugged his neck curiously and shouted angrily: "Okay, you guy. You have learned to joke with the old leader if you haven't seen him for only two years. If this boss sees you're old and weak, he will definitely let you taste my Chunli's shadowless feet."

"Damn, I'm only 38 years old this year, so why are you old? Have you been my leader for a few years? You're still hungry?" Bi Fu casually snatched Chu Xiao's lower three routes with a monkey, and his wretched but very effective fight. If it weren't for the noble and elegant style just now, Zhang Jian would have thought that this was a brother who could live and die on the battlefield.

Zhang Jian was stunned to watch the two people fighting and making trouble like close brothers. He thought that Zhang Jian had such a group of brothers who could depend on each other for life and death. Three thousand soldiers fought blood outside Yumen Pass and became a feud. They began to rise with him from humble human ants in the three worlds and chaotic worlds of war. They were covered in gilded armor and covered with stars on the Milky Way. The iron-blooded wind on the six paths turned and roared in the wind in the nine heavens.

From the Valley God Realm of the Witchcraft to the Ancestor Temple in the Immortal Realm; from the Hanging Mountain in the Demon Realm to the Zhulong Tomb in the Dragon Realm; from the Old Temple in the Deep Universe to Atlantis in the Deep Ocean; we fought bloody battles in the Hengyu of the Heavens, and the battle flags were inserted into every place we arrived. Until that year, the medieval heavenly court that threatened the three paths of heaven and earth and man was established, and the evil demons of the heavens came from outside the domain, and in the last battle, they did not leave anything for him, the elder brother.

At this time, Zhang Jian's chest was filled with endless loneliness, just like a violent flood was blocked by a dam. A pair of cunning and clear monkey eyes suddenly appeared in his mind. All the kings were destined to be lonely in the end. Huang Fang held Zhang Jian's arm and naturally noticed his unstable mood at this time, so she gently rubbed Zhang Jian's shoulders. The faint fragrance brought the smell of chamomile back to Zhang Jian's raging thoughts.

Zhang Jian cleaned up his emotions and lowered his head and said with a quip, "I will definitely be crazyly sought after by men in the future. This skill of using fragrance alone will definitely make those guys who are obsessed with ancient style shamelessly put on them. The red sleeves add fragrance, the most beautiful one is the red sleeves, but the most suitable one is the perfect combination of beauty and fragrance."

"There are no, they are all ordinary herbs. I learned how to match them according to the introduction in "Fragrant Dictionary". Huang Fang's pretty face turned slightly red, and her soft black hair was lifted to cover her shame. Her left hand couldn't help but pinch the corner of Zhang Jian's clothes with force. Who would have thought that she suddenly pulled a crack out of the cuff of Zhang Jian's shirt with a "hiss".

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it." Huang Fang touched Zhang Jian's cuffs anxiously, and her fair cheeks were covered with red glows like a spring crying azaleas. If Old Dao Dengyun had never recognized this cute girl here, she was the crazy girl who made trouble all day long.

"It's okay, it broke when the battle was before." Zhang Jian comforted Huang Fang in a low voice. He didn't cherish this light blue shirt that he had just worn once and died. After all, it takes time to make love for old things, right?

"I said to Comrade Zhang, flirting in broad daylight. Have you two considered the bachelor in his forties behind you?" The calm and powerful bass of a middle-aged man sounded from behind Zhang Jian and the others, and it seemed like he was an acquaintance.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!