Zongwu: Multiple identities have been exposed

Zhang Wuji, who was on the side, saw his sweetheart Zhu Jiuzhen suffering, so he hurried to Zhu Changling's face.

He said to the latter: "Master..."

When Zhu Changling heard this, he hurriedly helped Zhang Wuji up, "Little brother, I'm just older than you, how can you call me that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji immediately changed his words: "Senior Zhu, it's no wonder Miss Zhu, she didn't mean to do this."

Hearing this, Zhu Changling immediately turned his head and taught Zhu Jiuzhen a straight face.

"Zhener, look at him, he is younger than you, but he has such a heart..."

When Lin Pingzhi heard the words, he immediately smiled and said in his heart: "It really is."

After a while, those servants who specially raised Zhu Jiuzhen's hounds brought all of Zhu Jiuzhen's hounds over.

Seeing those hounds, Zhu Changling sneered, "Hmph, why do you spend so much money on these beasts and keep them to hurt people?"

After finishing speaking, before Zhu Jiuzhen could react, he slapped several palms or pointed several fingers consecutively, and killed more than 30 hounds.

Wei Bi and Wu Qingying on the side were stunned. They saw that Zhu Changling's palm was extremely fast and his fingers were extremely sharp. He killed all the vicious dogs before they could react.

Lin Pingzhi, on the other hand, kept looking at Zhu Changling, thinking, "I'm afraid that Zhu Changling's behavior is just for Brother A Niu to see."

"Is there anything unusual about Zeng Aniu?" Lin Pingzhi kept thinking about the scene when he met Zeng Aniu.

But no matter what he thought, he didn't have any thoughts. The only thing that made Lin Pingzhi feel a little strange was the cold poison on Zeng Aniu's body.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji was loved by Zhu Changling, Lin Pingzhi felt at ease.

Immediately afterwards, the servants of the villa brought Zhu Changling's brocade clothes, seeing so many people present, Zhu Changling led Zhang Wuji to his room.

Soon after, Zhu Jiuzhen and Mrs. Zhu also came to Zhu Changling's room to visit Zhang Wuji.

Zhu Jiuzhen, who always had a cold face towards Zhang Wuji, unexpectedly smiled at Zhang Wuji twice today.

On the contrary, Zhang Wuji who was lying on the bed felt extremely caring, and Zhang Wuji smiled the most because Zhu Jiuzhen was still telling him stories by the bedside.

That night, when Zhu Jiuzhen came to Lin Pingzhi's room, she cried to Lin Pingzhi with a sad face.

"Brother Lin, can you take me away? I don't want to see him again!"

Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen crying so sadly, Lin Pingzhi was a little stunned. He couldn't figure out what happened to make Zhu Jiuzhen so impatient.

"What's the matter, Miss Zhu?" Lin Pingzhi sent his greetings thoughtfully.

So, Zhu Jiuzhen spoke out her worries, "Then Zeng Aniu is not Zeng Aniu!"

In a word, Lin Pingzhi was a little overwhelmed, and he asked a little curiously.

"Miss Zhu, what do you mean by that?"

Zhu Jiuzhen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she spoke in detail.

"That Zeng A Niu's real name is Zhang Wuji, he is the son of Zhang Cuishan from the Wudang sect. My father forbids me to tell other people, not even my cousin. I only told you."

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi looked expressionless, but his blood was churning inwardly.

"Zeng Aniu is the legendary Zhang Wuji? Then..."

For a while, Lin Pingzhi didn't know how to calm down his mood, no wonder he always felt that the name Zeng Aniu was somewhat familiar.

It seems that he still suffers from not being familiar with the plot. The future leader of the Mingjiao is in front of Lin Pingzhi, but he doesn't know the latter.

Although Lin Pingzhi always wanted to become the leader of Mingjiao, but he knew that if he couldn't cultivate the Nine Suns Divine Art to great success, he might not be able to cultivate the Mingjiao's unique knowledge of Qiankun Dashuo to a high level.

Lin Pingzhi, who originally planned to leave Hongmei Villa tomorrow morning, had some considerations in his mind, "Since Zhang Wuji can practice the Nine Suns Divine Art to a small degree with the help of Xuanming Divine Palm, can he also do it?"

Now, since there is no chance of being in the palm of the Xuanming God, isn't Zhang Wuji in the villa just right?

Thinking of this, Lin Pingzhi's face brightened, he grabbed Zhu Jiuzhen's hand and said to the latter.

"Miss Zhu, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave Hongmei Villa for the time being. My brother has been poisoned by the cold. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave until the cold poison on his body is cured."

Zhu Jiuzhen, who pinned her hopes on Lin Pingzhi, instantly collapsed.

"Brother Lin, what should I do then? Daddy asked me to take care of that Zhang Wuji, but I don't like him at all..."

After getting no comfort from Lin Pingzhi, Zhu Jiuzhen had no choice but to go back.

The next day.

The place where the servants of Hongmei Villa lived became lively.

"Did Zeng Aniu come back last night, Lao Wang?"

"Come back, ghost, he hasn't come back since Zhu Zhuangzhu took him away."

At this time, Xiaofeng, the maid beside Zhu Jiuzhen, came over, and all the servants surrounded her.

"Miss Xiaofeng, where is Zeng Aniu?"

When Xiaofeng heard this, she smiled sweetly at everyone, "He, but the pheasant has turned into a phoenix."

"Since the master came back yesterday, he said that Zeng A Niu has a chivalrous heart, and he is going to take him under the door."

When everyone heard it, they were dumbfounded, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

"What kind of shit luck did Zeng Aniu have, that the master actually took a fancy to him?"

"Isn't that right? When the boy didn't change his clothes, I thought he was a little beggar. He was dressed in rags."

"Who says no? He looks like a short-lived little beggar, thinking about toads eating swan meat all day long. He usually always stares at Miss."

Hearing this, Xiaofeng waved her hands and said: "Don't gossip, now Zeng Aniu lives next to Mr. Lin's courtyard, Miss went to see him early this morning."

"In the future, you should keep your temper and don't talk nonsense, so as not to be heard by the master and make him unhappy. You know the temper of the master."

When everyone heard this, they nodded one after another, and they thought to themselves: "This Zeng A Niu is really smoked from the ancestral grave, which made the master like him so much."

At this time, Xiaofeng shouted to Fei San in the back kitchen: "Fei San, do you want the lotus seed soup you prepared?"

I saw a fat man coming out from behind, the flesh on his face was piled together, he replied with a smile.

"Miss Xiaofeng, it's almost time."

"By the way, Miss Xiaofeng, why did Miss want to drink lotus seed soup?"

Seeing Fat San's curious eyes, Xiaofeng sighed, "Is that what the lady wants to drink? It was prepared by the lady for Zeng Niu."

"Huh? Is that kid so lucky? Let the lady serve him?" Fat San showed disbelief on his face.

"Forget it, you're a cook, you don't understand, and it's useless to tell you."

After a while, Xiaofeng took the lotus seed soup from Fei San's hand, and walked towards Zeng Niu's room.