Today I hold the world

When surrounded by people, Zhong Ziyan didn't move. It could be seen that the dozen or so officers and soldiers were afraid and wary of him.

Under normal circumstances, more than a dozen officials should not be afraid of an unarmed commoner. Zhong Ziyan guessed that it was mostly because of his status as a Taoist priest. People from other places are always somewhat mysterious to ordinary people.

"You wild way, you have such a guts, dare to trespass on my house, report your name quickly!"

Only the young man in brocade who spoke now looked fierce and cold, Zhong Ziyan stood up slowly, watching this man peacefully.

It can be seen that this person is only in his early twenties. If he hadn't practiced martial arts, he would not be able to hide the aura of a rich man. His body and face are both thin and full of energy. It will look like this.

Then it can be basically concluded that this person is just impatient, young and energetic, and may be very disgusted with his intrusion into this courtyard.

Zhong Ziyan slapped Jishou calmly with a smile, "Poverty Daoist Zhong Ziyan, this small courtyard is the residence of the poor Daoist when he was a child. I didn't expect it to be taken over by the government now. It's really rude."

Seeing Zhong Ziyan's peaceful and respectful words, those officers and soldiers relaxed a lot, but the face of the leader, Young Master Jin Yi, remained unchanged:

"Nonsense, when you were young, it was only three or forty years ago. This yard existed when my grandfather was young. When did it become your property? You really had the guts to lie to me.

Take it for me! "

The soldiers around you look at me and I look at you, they are not very easy to shoot, there must be a reason for arresting people, the prefect is under strict rule, they are not easy to arrest innocent people at will.

Zhong Ziyan said: "Hehe, you don't need to do anything. If you want to prove the truth of what Pindao said, you can ask an old man who is very old in the city. Back then, Pindao was quite famous among his peers in Xincheng."

The short-bearded general behind Young Master Jin Yi hadn't spoken all the time. He listened to Zhong Ziyan's words and observed Zhong Ziyan carefully. After a while, he hurriedly stopped Young Master Jin Yi who was about to speak sharply, and whispered in his ear to persuade him.

Zhong Ziyan could hear what they were saying, but he was calm and silent, pretending to be waiting for a response.

After hearing the words of General Short Beard, the young man in brocade clothes calmed down a bit, and asked, "Is this really the case?"

General Short Beard nodded in response, he clasped his fists and said to Zhong Ziyan: "Empty words are not credible, since you said this is your home, follow me to the prefect's mansion."

Zhong Ziyan didn't know when Xincheng had the prefect's mansion. He hadn't been to the city yet, and happened to be looking for an old friend from back then, so he agreed.

As the pair of officers and soldiers walked slowly into the city, the young man in brocade clothes asked from time to time:

"Have you entered the year of destiny?"

Zhong Ziyan nodded in response.

"Which sect of Taoist are you?"

Zhong Ziyan remained silent, not because he didn't want to say it, but because he did, and the child didn't know.

Chilongmen is a sect of self-cultivation, how can an ordinary young man who has just been weakly crowned know it.

"Do you know the real protector of the imperial court?"

Zhong Ziyan shook his head.

……

After asking a lot of questions, this young man in brocade clothes didn't get any information, he frowned secretly, a little annoyed.

Xincheng is far more prosperous than it was back then. Even in this cold winter, when no one on the street disappeared, Zhong Ziyan walked through it step by step like a leisurely stroll, and when he was about to reach the end, he suddenly sighed. Xincheng, after all, is not the Xincheng of the past, leaving only memories.

Being led along, Zhong Ziyan suddenly stopped when he was about to reach the destination: "Dare to ask, where is Zhang's Mansion?"

The person he was looking for in the city was his old friend Zhang Mingyuan. He naturally recognized the way of Zhang's mansion, but over the past 50 years, the streets have changed and the pavilions have been renovated. The original Zhang's mansion has also become a strange Qingzhu mansion.

Young Master Jin Yi frowned and said, "That's right, that's my house, what's the matter with you?"

Zhong Ziyan put his hands behind his back and said nostalgicly: "Pindao and Zhang Mingyuan were classmates and friends back then, and they were inseparable. They passed away in a hurry for fifty years. I don't know if he is still alive today."

Young Master Jinyi and General Short Beard were shocked, "You, what are you talking about? You and my grandfather are..."

Zhong Ziyan was also slightly surprised, "Are you a descendant of the Zhang family?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and General Short Beard said: "It's hard for us to know what happened in the past, the young master is indeed the grandson of the old magistrate, if you really have a good relationship with the old magistrate, you can just go to the mansion to see him now. "

Many things in this world are actually only missing some key words. The two parties had been in a state of misunderstanding before, but now the two of them heard the word "Zhang Mingyuan" from Zhong Ziyan's mouth, and they immediately acted solemnly.

To welcome into the mansion, first teach Zhong Ziyan to wait in the lobby. The young man in brocade clothes ran to the backyard in a few steps, and came out with a middle-aged man after a while. Even if he was wearing a plain white robe at this time, it was difficult to conceal his majesty.

In terms of appearance, he was very similar to Zhang Mingyuan when he was young. Zhong Ziyan only looked at him peacefully.

The man was very modest, and when he saw Zhong Ziyan for the first time, he felt extraordinary. He bowed his hands and said: "The junior Zhang Jinnan, the dog Zhang Shouyang, was really rude before. The junior apologizes to the senior on behalf of the dog, and he will definitely not forgive him afterwards."

Zhong Ziyan nodded and said, "No problem."

"My father intends to come out to meet him, but his legs and feet are inconvenient. Before taking the senior to see him, the junior asked the senior to answer a question?" Although Zhang Jinnan's face was modest, his words could not be rejected.

Zhong Ziyan could see his caution, Zhang Mingyuan is now a prefect, his life is precious, not everyone can see it, if he encounters an assassin, he will easily be in danger.

"But it's okay to ask."

Zhang Jinan pondered for a moment, then asked seriously: "It is said that Mr. Zhong left two things for my father when he bid farewell to his father. The senior claimed to be Mr. Zhong, but the younger dared to ask, what are those two things?"

Zhong Ziyan said with a smile: "They are all ordinary things. One is the hall sign of the two of us when we were classmates, and the name of the poor Taoist is engraved on it. The other is the panacea obtained by the poor Taoist at the beginning of the Taoism, and it is called 'Changchun' .”

After Zhang Jinnan heard this, his heart was shaken, and he immediately bent down to pay respects, "Senior, please don't blame Jinnan for his disrespect. He is the one who has repeatedly harmed my father in the court. His family has been assassinated three times this year, so we have to teach people to be careful .”

Zhong Ziyan raised his hand to help him up, "Let's go, let's see him."

The three of them soon came to the backyard, where the whole room was full of winter letter grass standing in the snow, and under the huge plum tree, a white-haired old man was lying on a wooden chair, covered with a white bear warm robe.

When he saw Zhong Ziyan, his eyes opened wide, and a hoarse voice in his throat shouted excitedly: "It really is you!"

Zhong Ziyan walked up to him, laughed and cupped his hands: "Mingyuan, don't come here without any problems."

Zhang Mingyuan is now an old man, with white hair and yellow face, dark forehead, and wrinkled face, but his voice and smile are still the same as before, "I thought it would be difficult to see you again in this life, but I didn't expect to have a good dream last night. Today I saw the real person with my own eyes, and God has treated me well."

A pair of sons and grandchildren next to Zhou confirmed the identity of Zhong Ziyan, and they became more respectful, and ordered the servants to move the wooden chair quickly. Zhang Jinnan pulled his son aside and said seriously: "You are here to accompany the two old people, but if there is a need, we will handle it quickly. Go to the kitchen and bring someone to prepare a meal."

Zhang Shouyang nodded three times in a row.

Zhang Mingyuan looked at his children and grandchildren with a hoarse smile, and said: "I don't have many children, and the other two branches have died. Only Jinnan's lineage still has luck. It may also be difficult."

After finishing speaking, he waved to Zhang Shouyang: "Yang'er, quickly kneel down and worship you, Grandpa Zhong."

Zhang Shouyang glanced at Zhong Ziyan, knelt on the ground in embarrassment, and kowtowed: "Shouyang was rude earlier, Grandpa Zhong shouldn't be surprised, it's because you look young and you don't know your age."

Zhong Ziyan laughed gently, waved his hands and said, "Get up quickly."

Zhang Shouyang looked at his grandfather's expression, and stood up after seeing him nodding.

The two old men hadn't seen each other for more than 50 years, and when they met at this time, they talked for an hour.In the meantime, Zhong Ziyan secretly spent his spiritual power to dispel the black air that filled Zhang Mingyuan's forehead.

At the gate of the pavilion, Zhang Jinnan, who had disappeared for nearly an hour, returned again, saying that the banquet had already been set, and he wanted to invite two old people to the table. Zhang Mingyuan's eyes suddenly dimmed. Can't enjoy fireworks.

Zhong Ziyan could understand Zhang Mingyuan's mood, he got up and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Mingyuan's thin palm, just like the other party held his hand and ran to school when he was young:

"Remember what I said when I left?

When you come back, be sure to drink a lot! "

Zhang Jinnan and Zhang Shouyang looked shocked. The old man who had been handicapped for many days was able to stand up and walk like flying. Could it be that this Taoist priest surnamed Zhong really has the skills of immortals?