"Coming."

Accompanied by a crane cry.

Zhang Heng looked up to the sky.

Enter the eyes.

Xu Hongru, wearing a fluttering Taoist robe, came from the west riding a crane.

"Sorry to trouble you, fellow Taoist."

Zhang Heng stepped forward to greet him.

Xu Hongru did not dare to make excuses, and continued: "I hit it off with fellow Taoist Zhang. If you invite me today, you think highly of me, Mr. Xu, so why bother talking about trouble."

What a wonderful person.

It was clearly Zhang Heng who invited him here, but he didn't take any credit in his words. Instead, he was polite and made people feel like spring breeze.

This alone impressed Zhang Heng.

He is worthy of being the master who established the Taoist tradition, and he treats people and things with a certain magnanimity.

"Is such that."

Zhang Heng told the story about how he came to Xinping County to find someone, but the person used illusions to hide himself.

After listening to what he said.

Xu Hongru laughed loudly: "There are specialties in magic. When it comes to the art of transformation, there are not many people in the world who are better than me. I guess even if Hu Qian is born as a demon fox and is the best at transformation, she can't be better than me."

After saying that, he assured Zhang Heng: "Fellow Taoist, please come out and inspect the treasure mirror. When the demon fox uses illusion to cover itself, I will take action to break it."

Zhang Heng believed the Master Huandao in person.

He immediately threw out the treasure mirror, chanted Hu Qian's name in his mouth, and swept across the west city of Xinping County with the light of exploration.

brush!

The precious light swept past, and white mist rose again in the mirror.

Xu Hongru saw it at the side and blew out a breath towards the precious mirror.

It's strange to say that.

This white mist was difficult to disperse no matter how Zhang Heng cast spells, but it was blown away by Xu Hongru with great ease. As expected, it was like tofu mixed with brine, and everything fell one after another.

"Yes!"

After blowing away the white mist.

The inspection mirror revealed the appearance of a mansion.

Zhang Heng and the two took a closer look and saw a plaque hanging on the door of the mansion with two words written on it: 'Yang Mansion'.

Look again.

There is a garden in the Yang Mansion, where a pampered middle-aged woman is admiring flowers surrounded by her maids. She is of high status at first glance.

"Yangfu!"

Zhang Heng is not a local and is not familiar with Xinping County.

Call the passers-by on the road and ask.

Only then did we know that the Yang Mansion was very big. This was the residence of the Yang family of the Marquis of Zhenxi.

The ancestors of the Yang family once joined the army of Zhao Taizu and became a family of military generals.

Because he was judged to have meritorious service in Southwest China, he was named the Marquis of Zhenxi.

Although he has been relatively low-key in the past few decades due to the turmoil in the current situation, his ancestors still had the presence of a martial saint, and they still have the strength they deserve.

"Jiang Men Family!"

Xu Hongru hesitated: "I am a member of the mountain sect and do not like to deal with the secular world. The Yang family is a master of martial arts and has a prosperous military. It will be difficult for me to participate in what follows."

Xu Hongru is the master of a mountain.

Unlike Zhang Heng, he also has a group of disciples and disciples under his command, and he has many concerns about doing things.

"Fellow Taoist, I've invited you. I will handle the rest myself."

Zhang Heng also knew Xu Hongru's difficulties.

The Yang family was born as a general, and was granted the title of Marquis of Zhenxi by the emperor, possessing military power.

Although Xu Hongru's cultivation level is not weak, there is still a mountain as high as a mountain. If he encounters a military general leading an army formation, he may not be able to take advantage.

What's more, if a monk can escape, he cannot escape from the temple.

There are hundreds of disciples of Hengzhen Dao, but not all of them are successful in practice. The soldiers are very fierce, so it is always right to keep a low profile.

"Young Daoist Zhang, after you finish handling the matters here, you can come to our Hengzhen Dao."

Before leaving, Xu Hongru invited: "My disciples and disciples have been looking up to my Taoist friends for a long time. If you can deign to condescend to me, I will sweep the couch to welcome you, drink a glass of wine leisurely, and sit down to talk about Taoism. This trip will definitely be worthwhile."

"Natural, natural."

Xu Hongru came to help as soon as he called, which was very honorable.

Zhang Heng naturally agreed to his small request, which was regarded as a courtesy.

"Go."

Xu Hongru threw out the talisman, turned into a crane, and rode away on the crane.

Watching him go away, Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh: "Xianyun Yehe is indeed an expert."

Then he thought: "Without the burden of Hengzhen Dao, I can be even more chic."

In Zhang Heng's opinion, if Xu Hongru had not been bound by Hengzhen Dao, he would definitely be the best free and unorganized person in the world.

Just saying that.

I am not a fish, so I don’t know the joy of fish.

That's what people like.

He likes to serve as a teacher, establish a sect, and watch his disciples and grandsons surround him and shout about their ancestors.

If you think that's not good, that's your problem, not necessarily his.

Think of this.

Zhang Heng gathered his thoughts and went to Zhenxi Hou Mansion.

Dong dong dong...

After knocking three times, the concierge poked his head out.

When he saw Zhang Heng, he looked him up and down and asked, "This is the Zhenxihou Mansion. Who are you looking for?"

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

Zhang Heng bowed and said, "Is there a mistress named Hu Qian in your mansion?"

Exploring the treasure mirror, Hu Qian came and went in groups, and her status in the Hou Mansion should be high.

"Hu Qian!"

The concierge thought again and again.

After a while, he remembered whose name it was and said angrily: "Where is this madman from? He dares to call my wife by her name. Beat him out."

"slow!"

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to stop her, and then said: "Your wife and I are old acquaintances, please go and report that Hua Chuanpo's friends are here to get the Wuxiang Heavenly Clothes."

"this..."

Seeing that Zhang Heng's words were true, the concierge did not dare to be negligent.

He called a servant to report, while he stood at the door with his guardian, watching Zhang Heng eagerly.

Zhang Heng didn't care about this and waited calmly.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, a maid from the inner courtyard came with the servant and saluted: "Taoist Master, my wife has invited me."

"Lead the way."

Zhang Heng is not Xu Hongru.

The world is so big that there is no place he can't go to, and he doesn't care much about the Zhenxihou Mansion.

After all, even if the contemporary Marquis of the Hou Mansion is a Martial Saint, he is expected to be just an ordinary Martial Saint, corresponding to the level of someone who has just entered the Hedao realm.

It can't be higher, otherwise there is a peak martial saint sitting in the Zhenxihou Mansion, and he will not see the chaos of the situation and not come out.

As for the Zhenxi Army and the military formation.

That thing is of no use to him. He is a free and independent person. In the world of Liaozhai, he has no sect and no worries. One person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry.

Even if you have an army of millions, you still have to surround him first. He is not Xu Hongru. He has no foundation to let others surround him. If he wants to leave, no one in the world can stop him.
To be continued...