martial arts accelerator

Chapter 135
The moon and stars were sparse, and the night was as cool as water. On the empty street, Meng Liang and his men sent Zhang Yong to the main gate.

On the side, Meng Chao brought the horses.

"No need, this movement is too loud."

As Zhang Yong spoke, he tied the cloth strip on his chest with force.

"Is that really the way to go?"

Zhang Yong raised his head and grinned: "What's wrong? You're all frowning. It's not like I won't come back."

Meng Liang smiled heartily, took a step forward, and patted Zhang Yong on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll watch over my brothers and wait for you to come back."

Le Xinyan warned: "The injury has not healed yet, try not to touch anyone, and remember to be careful on the way."

"I see, it's not the first time I've traveled far."

Zhang Yong felt that he had tidied up properly, and looked towards Qian Sancai.

"Old Qian, I told you everything about Xu Zichong. You should discuss it carefully and make a decision earlier."

Qian Sancai showed a troubled face: "You let me think about it again."

"Alright, I won't force you either."

After speaking, he cupped his hands at the four of them.

"Everyone, there will be an appointment later."

Everyone saluted back: "There will be a period later."

After speaking, Zhang Yong turned around and jumped up and down on the roof tiles a few times.

The four quietly watched Zhang Yong disappear into the night.

In the woods north of the city, Zhang Yong was not in a hurry to leave.

Previously in the room, I sensed a certain breath coming out quietly, and after contacting back and forth, I understood what was going on.

Originally, I wanted to find him alone, which was better.Zhang Yong changed his appearance and quietly followed.

In the familiar woods, Liang Cunyi's staff was messy from a long distance away, his strength was unrestrained, and he wanted to vent his inner emotions.

After using a set of stick techniques indiscriminately, it seemed that he took the tree trunk as the object of hatred again.

He beat him relentlessly, causing the leaves to fall and the tiger's mouth to be stained with blood.

"what!"

There was another loud shout, and with the wind of the stick, it swept towards the big tree heavily.

A palm suddenly stretched out, lost all its strength, and gently took the long stick.

Liang Cunyi looked at the owner of the palm, and after seeing the face clearly, his anger turned into grievance, and his eyes suddenly moistened.

"Master."

A trembling voice came out of his throat, but Liang Cunyi couldn't hold back anymore, and raised his arms to cover his eyes.

But he couldn't utter half a word.

"OK OK."

Zhang Yong raised his hand and rubbed the top of his head.

"Your brother Zhang is not dead."

Liang Cunyi rubbed his sleeves with half of his face, and said sourly: "You know, I will always... always remember him."

"Why do you always expect us to die? Let me tell you, your brother Zhang is fine, and he is fine now."

Zhang Yong explained dumbfoundingly: "The one hanging at the main entrance."

"I know, I didn't dare to look."

"That's fake."

Liang Cunyi was so shocked that he even forgot to cry.

Zhang Yong affirmed: "I cooperated with your brother Zhang Jinchan to escape the shell and fooled those people."

After hearing this, Liang Cunyi immediately turned from worry to joy: "I knew it! You will definitely not ignore such a big movement, Master."

Wiping his tears, Liang Cunyi looked around again: "Where is that brother Zhang?"

"It's inconvenient for him to stay in Liangzhou now. He's going to Wu Kingdom first. Jiang Yiyu has some troubles there, and I have to go there with him. I'm not worried about you, just come and have a look."

Zhang Yong quickly found an excuse.

"Then the people in Yuejing Building don't care?"

"Wait until we come back. The opponent has many people and strong strength. We need to improve some skills. While we are away, you can practice hard."

Liang Cunyi nodded and asked, "Where is Coach Meng and the others?"

"Your brother Zhang has already said hello. You can just pretend you don't know about it. It's inconvenient to say anything about it. However, if you really want something, you can ask Lao Qian."

Seeing that the matter was almost explained, Zhang Yong clapped his hands: "Okay, that's it, you go back earlier, this time will be more chaotic, and don't go out for activities at night."

Liang Cunyi said that after writing it down, the master and apprentice said goodbye.

Next, the message sent by the big sparrow early in the morning must have been sent back by now, so Zhang Yong walked in the direction of the big tree.

On the way, I heard some faint noises, looking for the reputation, it was the direction where the corpse was buried last night.

With some doubts in his heart, Zhang Yong quietly leaned over.

Seeing from a distance that the pothole has been filled, the old man is leading a group of apprentices singing and dancing swords.

Why haven't these people left yet?
In order to find out, Zhang Yong got closer and hid behind a tree.

I saw the old man walking around the pothole a few times, muttering in his mouth, and finally stopped at the edge of the pothole, drawing amulets and burning paper, and his four disciples also chanted in a low voice.

After a while, the movement stopped, and the old man turned around.

Zhang courageously used his ears and listened attentively.

The tall man leaned forward: "Master, is this really effective?"

The old man dismissed it with disdain: "It's been so many years, old man."

"But Master, that's what you said yesterday."

The old man blew his beard and stared: "Bastard, if it weren't for the master's profound magic power to subdue that evil thing, you are still alive and kicking here?"

On the side, the tall and thin disciple reminded in a low voice: "But the corpse is gone."

"The body was captured by the pure Yang Qi of the master, and it turned into ashes on the spot. How can it be left? The hole has been filled, and you just control your mouths."

The disciples didn't dare to say anything more, so the old man started to cast inexplicable spells again.

In the shadows, Zhang Yong heard all this from a distance, felt relieved, and turned around to leave.

Everything has been arranged properly, and there is only one last stop left in Liangzhou City, the tallest tree in the north of the city.

Zhang Yong looked carefully, and saw the big sparrow standing on the tree trunk with its eyes closed, its small head pointing at it.

The crisp whistle was particularly clear at night. The bird woke up instantly, saw the whistle, fluttered its wings and landed listlessly in front of Zhang Yong.

He took out the letterhead on the bird's feet, on which was Jiang Yiyu's reply.

"Wanrong Inn, Lane [-], East Lane, Wuguo Capital."

The handwriting is scribbled and seems very urgent.

"If Xiao Tian makes another move, come here as soon as possible."

Zhang Yong accepted the note and nodded the head of the big sparrow.

"You have worked hard during this period, you can take a good rest."

The bird chirped twice and flew back to the tree trunk. Zhang Yong put away the bamboo whistle.

He turned his head and took another deep look at the quiet Liangzhou City.

Chu Boxi will probably take care of Hongwuhui until the tunnel to the outside of the city is built; Cao Zhisheng will definitely stay to help Chen Chongxin revive the Yuejing Building; only Xu Zichong is left, he has completed the task, and I don’t know if he will be in Liangzhou City How long to stay.

It's best to wait for me, and when you come back next time, it's time to settle the accounts.

Taking advantage of the good night, Zhang Yong said goodbye to the place where he had stayed for a long time, turned around and disappeared into the forest.

　I didn't have a good rest yesterday and I'm in a bad state today. I'm a little late. Sorry, there will be another chapter soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)