Nezha said,
"Uncle-Master is really knowledgeable. I came down the mountain to assist Uncle-Master Jiang Ziya. You came from afar, so you should let him play the host!”
After fooling Nezha for a long time, when she saw his Tiangang Divine Power, Florence was extremely envious.
When he heard that he was asked to see Jiang Ziya, he quickly refused.
What a joke. Jiang Ziya had seen him before. Even if he was masked now, the other party would be able to identify him based on the clues. Moreover, Jiang Ziya was cunning and not as gullible as Nezha.
Unless he learned how to transform into an alien and changed his appearance at will, he would not be able to hide it from others.
It was only because Nezha had never seen Zhang Fang before and had just come out of retirement that he did not have so many questions.
"Martial Nephew, there's no need to trouble yourself. Martial Uncle still has to save the mortals who were captured by the snake demon.”
After Zhang Fang finished speaking, she did not care about Nezha's urging her to stay. She used Free-size and turned into a one-inch-long person. Then, she used Divine Teleportation and finally disappeared into the ground.
After combining several methods, in Nezha's eyes, this martial uncle had disappeared into thin air. He had disappeared under the eyes of a Golden Immortal. Even the fluctuation of his Dharma power could not be found.
This sent a chill down his spine. It had to be known that whether it was the Five-Element Escape Technique or riding the clouds, one had to recite the incantation silently before controlling the escape light.
After thinking about it, Nezha was extremely depressed that he did not even know the name of this martial uncle.
Zhang Fang did not care what Nezha thought. He only knew that if he wanted to pretend to be an expert, he had to pretend to be the whole set. Otherwise, if he gave up halfway and was seen through by others, he would laugh his head off.
He used the Earth Elemental Technique all the way and soon returned to the camp.
In the big tent, when she saw that Mo Ling had already shrunk and was coiled on the table, Florence gently patted its head. Mo Ling had a look of enjoyment as it rubbed its head against its palm.
Chaoge!
In the Grand Preceptor Residence, Wen Zhong asked Ji Li,"
"This Zhang Guifang went to Xi Qi. On the way, he reported once a day. When he arrived at Xi Qi, he didn't report for several days. Oh right, did the two supervisors send a letter?”
Ji Li stepped forward and said,
"Just now, a pigeon sent a letter saying that Situ Wen and Yuwen Wei had been executed by Zhang Guifang. His subordinates secretly sent this letter.”
When Wen Zhong heard this, he slammed the table hard."
"How can he, Zhang Guifang, be like this? He doesn't put this old man in his eyes. This old man has to go personally, or else he will ruin my plans.”
When Ji Li heard this, he quickly advised,
"The two roads in the southeast are already in chaos. Now that there are no important officials in the country, how can you personally lead the army? Zhang Guifang probably used her special technique to show off and didn't put the teacher in her eyes.
It would be better to find one or two fellow daoists in the Three Mountains and Five Peaks to go to Xiqi to suppress Zhang Guifang. Then, the matter would naturally be settled.”
Hearing this, Wen Zhong smiled and said,"
"I'm really old and muddle-headed. I'm not as open-minded as you. Little Zhang Guifang can't even get out of my palm!”
Ji Li echoed,
"Of course. There's no need for Teacher to worry about such a small matter.”
Wen Zhong suddenly thought of the overseas fellow daoists and laughed.
"This matter is urgent. You and Yu Qing guard the Prime Minister's residence. I'll be back soon.”
Wen Zhong went out and rode on the Black Kylin. There were two golden whips hanging from the saddle. He patted the Kylin, and the wind and clouds on the four hooves of the Kylin rose into the sky and flew overseas.
Zhang Fang naturally didn't know what had happened in Chaoge, nor did she know that Wen Zhong had become wary of him because he had killed two supervisors.
He slept especially soundly that night. He was probably gradually relaxing as his divine arts improved greatly.
The next day, after dinner, Florence called over the army clerk in the camp and learned ancient characters from him without leaving a trace.
He also praised him as a test of others, the thickness of his skin is rare in the world.
"Why do I see that there are a lot less provisions? Do you remember clearly?”
When the clerk heard this, beads of sweat fell from his forehead. He didn't bother to wipe it off and said,
" Lord Marshal, I remember it clearly. This is the grain that was transported yesterday. Look at the grain transport officer who transported 1000 catties of grain. And here…Balalala…"
Florence secretly remembered these words. After strengthening, his memory had greatly increased and he had a photographic memory, but on the surface, he did not change his expression.
As he asked the question, he secretly remembered it.
Suddenly, the messenger rushed into the tent and knelt on one knee.
"Marshal, there is a general outside the camp calling for you to answer!”
Someone had come to challenge him. Could it be Nezha? Florence thought for a moment. Other than him, there was probably no one else. She asked,
"Who is it?"
The messenger replied,"
"Marshal, it's a general who's stepping on a flaming wheel!”
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