Douluo blood duke

Chapter 10 The Farm
The breeze rose from the east along with the morning sun. On the ancient road, a black and simple carriage was pulled by two black horses, galloping on the road like a black lightning.

inside the carriage.

Zhang Heng lay in Mia's arms with his eyes closed, thinking about what he lost and what he gained during this trip.

First of all, let's talk about what was lost. He thought about it carefully for a long time, but he didn't think of what was lost other than time, and that was what he got.

There are three kinds.

One is, he obtained the first soul ring and the first soul skill: blood sucking. This soul skill not only gave him a very strong insidious means, but also gave him the strange martial soul characteristics that hide the fact that he needs to suck blood to cultivate. .

The second is the improvement of combat experience and physical fitness. When fighting against the members of the Soul Hunting Regiment, he has fully understood his own strength. He has great strength, fast speed, and quick response. The qualities of a war soul master, however, his martial soul has inherited his father's secrecy, so he decided to develop a fighting style of hiding in the dark, and be an assassin who comes and goes without a trace, so as not to Waste of talent given by parents.

In this battle, he not only clarified his fighting style, but also absorbed the blood energy of nearly ten soul masters and dozens of ordinary people. Originally, he planned to use these energies to increase his soul power, but After thinking about it, he still uses these blood energy to improve his physical fitness. The principle is the same as using blood beads to heal injuries. As for the blood to enhance the soul power, he still needs to obtain it from Mia for the time being. long time,
The third is that he obtained a Hunzun with instant combat power, a subordinate with two great potentials, he asked carefully, Yan Ren, 35 years old this year, Wuhun glove, level 39, Yan Fei, seven years old, Wuhun Gloves, level eleven.

And the soul bone they obtained was obtained from a hundred-year-old power-type ape soul beast, which is considered a very small probability event. Apart from proving that Yan Fei is a bit lucky, this soul bone is also a good thing for Yan Fei. It was useless for Zhang Heng, so he didn't care.

All in all, this trip was really rewarding.

Zhang Heng thought about it, and couldn't help showing a faint smile on his face.

Mia looked at Zhang Heng who was smiling in his arms, and hugged him a little tighter, with a smile on his face.

And the other person in the carriage, Yan Fei, was looking at the two of them with wide-eyed eyes. Something was wrong with him, and he felt that he was a bit redundant. People's thoughts, silently look away.

The carriage was driving at a high speed, and it was only ten minutes before noon that the carriage stopped slowly.

Feeling the carriage stop, Zhang Heng immediately opened his eyes, let go of the hand holding Mia's waist, and heard Yan Ren who was driving outside shout: "Master, this is it."

In the carriage, Zhang Heng lifted the curtain, looked at the outside environment, nodded, and responded.

"Yes."

He said to Yan Fei again: "Get out of the car."

After that, he walked out of the car door first, followed by Mia, and Yan Fei walked last.

Yan Fei walked out of the car door behind Mia, but when he looked up, he was stunned by the scene in front of him and couldn't speak, his mind seemed to be emptied in an instant, blank.

When his father drove more and more remote roads along the road pointed by Zhang Heng, he thought that their destination would be a small isolated, poor and backward village. The descriptions are mostly called farms, so he is very sure, but.

In front of you, at the end of a remote path, one side can't see the left and right sides, a huge city wall with a height of [-] meters stands in front, and a heavy and profound momentum strikes down from its black wall like a beast's leather armor. It is like a gigantic beast that can't be hidden even by tall trees. Its huge figure makes people tremble, and its complexion changes drastically.

It's hard to imagine how it was built, but it's right in front of you, a towering city wall like a dream.

Zhang Heng looked at the city wall with satisfaction. In fact, the city wall should not be described as a surface, but as a circle. It is a circle of the city wall.

After the accident that year, Zhang Heng didn’t want to live in the imperial city for a long time. With the help of the royal family, he found such a remote small farm, and then spent a lot of money to use this small farm as the center. A cylindrical city wall with a radius of 2000 meters and a height of 100 meters is covered, and inside this city wall, there is an army that belongs to Zhang Heng to patrol all the time. Build an impenetrable iron fortress.

Although Zhang Heng felt that it was a bit wasteful afterwards, he did not regret it.

"Master, it's here."

Yan Fei came back to his senses, he asked cautiously in a soft voice, not daring to breathe too much, the city wall in front of him was too majestic, all the city walls he had seen were not half the size of this city wall, So some can't believe it.

Zhang Heng smiled, but did not answer. He turned his head to look at Mia. Mia nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, and then jumped to the bottom of the city wall. In front of the invisible gate, at some point, a flute appeared in her hand.

woohoo woohoo~
A strange flute sounded from the flute, and at the same time, Zhang Heng said to the Yan family and his son: "Follow up."

The three of them walked forward slowly with a carriage, and when they reached two or three meters in front of the city gate, Yan Fei realized that the city gate was not small at all, with a height of more than ten meters and a width of at least five meters.

And when they arrived, Mia's flute also happened to stop, and she put away the flute in her hand. At this moment, Yan Fei saw that a small door opened from the door in front of Mia, and a nervous voice came from inside. out.

"password."

Mia whispered a few words without changing her expression, before Yan Fei could listen carefully, she closed the small mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp gear collisions sounded from inside the wall, and the door in front of him slowly rose with the majestic and high-spirited tune composed of the gear collisions.

After about 10 minutes, the door was halfway up, and Zhang Heng was expressionless. After all, he couldn't say anything.

Before they could enter the gate, two rows of guards in black heavy armor, holding spears, and wearing face-covering armor ran out from the inside and stood on both sides of the city gate. The sounds made by dynamic collisions are crisp and tidy, without a trace of chaos.

At this moment, Yan Fei's eyes were shining with golden light, and he thought to himself: "If I can become one of them, I will not live in vain."

But Yan Ren showed a different look, looking at the guards standing upright like spears, thinking in his heart: "Even the royal guards don't have such strict discipline, how did the young master do it?"

Laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the doorway. Strictness is very clear. Under such neat movements, there is an extremely strict discipline, and only such discipline can build such a team.

"Master."

When the guard stood still, in front of the group of people, he thought that the old man was standing upright. The old man had neatly combed silver hair, a short white beard that was not messed up at all, was wearing a dark black suit and a red bow tie. Buttoning a button, revealing the white shirt inside, his face is covered with wrinkles and wrinkles, but he doesn't look old, his eyes are slightly squinted, and the black pupils are looming, sometimes revealing a murderous light, and sometimes appearing indifferent.

Seeing the old man, Zhang Heng felt a sense of relaxation. If there is anyone in this world he can truly trust, that one is Mia, and the other is definitely the old man in front of him.

The old man's name is Zhang Meng, and he has been in their Zhang family since Zhang Heng's grandfather. Zhang Heng, his father, and even his grandfather were all raised by this old man.

More importantly, this old man is still an extremely powerful Titled Douluo. If he hadn't happened to leave the imperial city for business under his father's order three years ago, their family probably wouldn't have encountered such misfortune.

"Grandpa Meng."

Zhang Heng smiled and trotted over.

Seeing Zhang Heng running over, Zhang Meng showed a faint smile on his plain face. He bent down and hugged Zhang Heng, and asked softly, "Master, nothing happened along the way, did you encounter anything?" Dangerous, are you injured?"

Looking at the old man's concerned eyes, Zhang Heng shook his head and said with a soft smile, "Grandpa Meng, what can I do with Sister Mia by my side?"

The old man glanced at Mia behind Zhang Heng, nodded and said, "Indeed, ordinary people really can't handle Mia's attack methods, but young master."

"Next time you want to sneak out with girl Mia again, then don't blame the old servant for asking for family law."

Seeing the old man say such a terrible thing with a smile on his face, Zhang Heng scratched his head with an uncomfortable smile on his face.

The old man stroked his hair, stood up, looked at Yan's father and son who were walking behind Mia, and asked with a frown, "Who are these two?"

Mia was about to speak when Zhang Heng hurriedly interrupted her.

"Well, Grandpa Meng, I'm a little hungry. I haven't eaten in the morning. Is there anything to eat? Let's talk about it later."

Zhang Meng glanced at the frightened Yan father and son, nodded and said with a light smile: "When I receive the letter again, I have already sent someone to prepare it, so let's go to eat first, after the meal, the young master will have to go out this way." Tell the old slave about everything you encounter along the way, otherwise, please ask the young master to copy Zhang Jiazu's instructions a hundred times."

"what!"

Zhang Heng stared wide-eyed, looked at the old man pitifully, and begged for mercy: "No, Grandpa Meng, I don't want to copy the precepts from my ancestors."

"Then it depends on whether the young master has told the truth. Only children who tell the truth don't need to copy the ancestor's precepts."

"I must tell the truth."

"Hahaha, let's eat first."

"Uh-huh."

(End of this chapter)