C209 Taking the Blame

The next day, Zhang Jingxuan brought Gan Shichi and a few other personal guards to the county yamun to pay a visit to Zheng Xingquan and County Magistrate Zheng.

The two of them had a secret conversation in the county yamun for about an hour and a half. After that, Zhang Jingxuan took his leave. It was said that when County Magistrate Zheng saw off the guests, his face lost its smile for the first time, and he had a worried look on his face. As usual, Cult Master Zhang was laughing and laughing without knowing what was going on.

After that, Zhang Jingxuan and Cult Master Zhang went to visit Wong Beiming and Ding Zhaoyun. If they didn't fight, they wouldn't get to know each other. If they fought, they would get to know each other as friends. If they had nothing to do, there was no harm in having more friends. There was no harm in chatting when they saw each other.

Furthermore, Wong Beiming's Sword Sovereign Manor was a holy land in Shangluo. And Ding Zhaoyun's Non-horse Gang was the greatest power in the region. No matter what, Zhang Jingxuan would never let these two go if he wanted to do something.

After coming out of the Sword Sovereign Manor, the master, Wong Beiming, and the guest at the entrance of the manor all had smiles on their faces. They were happily saying goodbye to each other.

When they went out of the Fei Ma Hall in Non-horse Gang, Ding Zhaoyun didn't even send Zhang Jingxuan out. However, Zhang Jingxuan didn't seem to think much of it. He still seemed to be in high spirits.

No matter how many people speculated and speculated, it naturally wouldn't leave any ripples in Zhang Jingxuan's heart.

At this moment, he was leisurely humming a tune and walking on the busy streets of Shangluo with Gan Shichi and his three personal guards.

He had just walked to three places and proposed three conditions. He had also received three answers. Overall, Zhang Jingxuan was still satisfied.

His request to Zheng Xingquan and County Magistrate Zheng was to provide ten days of food supply to his team, as well as 500 weapons and 200 horses.

This time, Zheng Xingquan and County Magistrate Zheng in county yamun did not always have a smile on their faces. He had a serious look on his face, and he often frowned. He seemed to be very focused and serious.

Of course, Zhang Jingxuan didn't care what he looked like. In any case, his request would be met by the other party.

Zheng Xingquan and County Magistrate Zheng must have vomited a lot of bitter water, and then demanded an exorbitant price to pay back the money on the spot. In the end, with some despair, they discovered that this guy in front of them was a few years younger than them. He was truly stubborn and stubborn. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, there wouldn't be as many people as him. Zheng Xingquan really wanted to turn hostile and capture this guy and beat him up.

County Magistrate Zheng admitted that he was an official and didn't dare to say that he was as clear as water and as clear like a mirror. It could also be said that the difference was similar. However, when faced with such a person, he could not scold him even if he wanted to. He could not beat him, nor could he say for sure. Even if he said it clearly, the other party would pretend to be confused.

In the end, he was finally tired. He could only agree to these conditions. If he really couldn't do it, he could only use his relationship and strength to fulfill Zhang Jingxuan's conditions.

If he sent this little God of Plagues away one day earlier, he would be able to have peace of mind as soon as possible. The civilians in the city would also be able to enjoy peace as soon as possible. Even if he had to pay some price, it might still be worth it.

This little Laipei must have been certain of this. That was why he opened his mouth wide and refused to accept the killing price.

Therefore, it was no wonder that Zheng Xingquan, who sent Zhang Jingxuan out of county yamun, had such a bitter face. As for Zhang Jingxuan's complacency, it had always been expressed with words.

Wong Beiming's trip to the Sword Sovereign Manor had gone unexpectedly smooth.

Zhang Jingxuan had two objectives for coming to the Sword Sovereign Manor.

The first was about the total collection of martial arts manuals in Wong Beiming's hands.

Of course, Zhang Jingxuan did not want to learn them. However, regarding Yuen Luoyuan's matter this time... gave him a deep touch. Although the martial arts of these brothers who followed him were above average among those of the same generation, however, when they met a true expert, their hands and feet were bound. They did not have the ability to adapt and protect themselves.

According to what Zhang Jingxuan had learned, he should be able to provide them with the best help, but that would not do.

Because when the various masters taught him, most of them had instructed him. He could only teach them to one person, and not to teach them to outsiders. Even if there were occasionally some who did not say so, Zhang Jingxuan would be too embarrassed to teach others the martial arts that others kindly taught him without permission.

Therefore, after hearing Wong Beiming's words, Zhang Jingxuan started to have ideas about the secret manual in Wong Beiming's hands. When they arrived at the Sword Emperor Villa, the two of them sat down. Zhang Jingxuan didn't hold back at all. He went straight to the point and explained the purpose of his visit, hoping to borrow the martial arts secret manuals of the various sects that Wong Beiming had passed down in his family.

What he did not expect was that, without the excuses that Zhang Jingxuan had predicted, Wong Beiming actually looked overjoyed instead.

"A man who is not guilty of having a treasure is his crime. That day, I had a sudden impulse and casually nagged a few more words. When I came back to think about it, I was afraid that it would bring me endless troubles. In fact, there were not many martial arts skills in the martial arts world that were dabbled in in this secret book. Even if there were, it was still relatively common superficial martial arts. It was not very mysterious.

However, a disaster comes from the mouth. When I said those words that day, it would cause countless sects to mumble and scheme in their hearts. And how many people with malicious intentions are coveting it? I'm thinking of ways to get rid of this disaster. If I really can't do it, then I'll just pack up and run away. Coincidentally, Cult Master Zhang, you came to deliver yourself to me. This is great, this is great! "

Zhang Jingxuan thought to himself. This old man was so enthusiastic. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like he was up to no good. He could not let his guard down in the slightest when dealing with such an experienced opponent. Otherwise, if he was sold, he would still be grateful and ask if the other party was tired.

"What do you need Xiao Ke to do? Just say it. What I can do is definitely unambiguous. If I can't do it, I still have tens of thousands of children. "

Towards this Sword Emperor Wong Beiming, Zhang Jingxuan always felt that he was not the same as what he had said. The old man couldn't chew his bones anymore, so he asked carefully. He made a bold guarantee, which also showed that he took Wong Beiming seriously and could not see through his contradictory mentality.

"Yes, yes, everything is fine." Wong Beiming chuckled.

"I thought of the best solution as soon as you said it. This secret manual is right here. I'll hand it over to you. And then, as long as we spread the word, say that you have stolen the book. As for the old man, I can't beat him, so I am so angry that I spit out blood. He was so sick that he looked like he was about to die. Haha, if that's the case, I don't think anyone will bother me anymore, right? "

After Wong Beiming finished his words, he started dancing with joy. No wonder he said that old children were old children. Could it be that when one grew old, one would really become like a child?

"Wait, wait, wait." Zhang Jingxuan quickly went up to stop Wong Beiming, in case he twisted his old waist again. When he got closer, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol. There was also a different kind of faint fragrance. He thought in his heart: It seemed that the rumors were right.

Moving flowers and wood, this old man really did not live in vain for so many years.

Fortunately, I wanted to be the scapegoat.

Furthermore, if that's the case, then old man, oh old man, it's not as simple as being the scapegoat.