"Okay, stop talking. I am the head of the family and I have the final say," Zhongjing whispered.

Even if he was leaving, Zhongjing didn't want to give up the interests of the Zhong family to the Lin family so easily.

He wants to fight once,

Not for others, just for yourself.

Before dying, I had to bite off a piece of meat from the Lin family.

The head of his hometown is his father. How could he remain indifferent when his father was beaten and seriously injured and died?

Moreover, he said before that the Lin family's attention must be on him.

If he moves, the elites in the family will not be able to escape.

So, he can't leave.

"Head of the family," Zhong Shang wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Zhongjing.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, go and prepare," Zhongjing closed his eyes and said softly.

Seeing Zhong Jing like this, Zhong Shang and the scarred man were helpless at this time.

After all, Zhongjing was the head of the family, and they had to obey the orders he gave.

"Head of the family, we will leave," the two looked at each other, and then retreated.

Zhang Jing did not come down from the roof.

His plan this time is not going to reveal his identity.

Who knows if the embroidered yarn guards in Western Chu will find out?

The four major countries in the world all have a yamen to suppress the forces of the martial arts world.

Dong Qi is the Zhenwusi, and Western Chu is the Empression Guard.

In terms of strength, the embroidered wardrobe guard is not inferior to the Zhenwusi, so Zhang Jing thinks it is better to be honest in Xichu with his small body.

Even if it is to be exposed, Zhang Jing will only be exposed to Zhongjing alone.

Zhongjing collapsed on the chair and gently rubbed his temples with his right hand.

My heart is filled with sorrow at this moment.

When Zhang Jing was about to jump down to meet Zhongjing, he suddenly stopped again.

Because he found that Zhongjing stood up again.

Zhang Jing hid his breath and followed Zhongjing all the time.

After leaving the lobby, Zhongjing's steps were a little heavy, and he unknowingly came to the mourning hall of the head of his hometown.

There was a piece of white lily in the whole room.

There are also lights inside because someone is watching.

According to the rules, before the head of the hometown is buried, someone will have to keep a vigil during these seven days.

The people who were guarding are also the direct descendants of the Zhong family.

"Father, why are you here?" The kneeling woman stood up.

He was wearing plain clothes and didn't wear any jewelry.

According to the rules, you cannot wear any jewelry when you keep your mind.

"You all go down first," Zhongjing waved casually.

"yes."

"yes."

The people kneeling on the ground stood up and then left the mourning hall when they heard Zhongjing's orders.

Only Zhongjing's daughter saw something wrong.

"Father, if I can really protect the Zhong family, I am willing to marry Lin Heng," Zhong Tingting showed a strong smile on her face.

She could now understand the difficulties of the Zhong family now, and she didn't want to be like this.

For this reason she would rather marry a man who disgusted her.

Everyone in Qinghe City knows what kind of virtue is the second son of the Lin family.

"You don't have to worry about this. Do you think this is the bastard who can make the decision? What the Lin family wants is to monopolize Qinghe City. Okay, you go down first," Zhongjing waved.

"Father, I..."

"I have my own decision, go ahead," Zhongjing whispered.

Seeing this, Zhong Tingting had no choice but to withdraw from the mourning hall.

Soon, Zhongjing was the only one left in the entire mourning hall.

Perhaps this is the only way to relax his current backbone of the Zhong family.

The coffin of the head of the Zhong family's hometown was parked in the center of the mourning hall.

The wood is made of good dark wood.

The Zhong family is not short of such a little money.

Zhongjing knelt directly in front of the coffin and whispered:

"Father, the child is incompetent and cannot save the Zhong family. Now, he can only abandon his ancestral property."

"You are indeed incompetent," a voice rang out directly in the mourning hall.

Zhongjing stood up and said coldly: "Who?"

Naturally, he would not naively think that his father was resurrected from the dead.

Zhang Jing jumped directly from the roof of the room and slowly walked into the mourning hall.

"Who are you?" Zhongjing asked with his eyes narrowed.

At this moment, he was alert in his heart and could quietly come to his side.

His strength must definitely surpass him, and he dare not take it lightly at all.

Zhang Jing did not answer his words, but walked up to pick up a few incense sticks, lit them, and then inserted them in front of the coffin of the owner of Zhong’s hometown.

Afterwards, he bowed and bowed.

According to Han Qianshu, the deceased owner of Zhong’s hometown should be the son of the man who had helped him, and Zhongjing was from his grandchildren.

It’s okay for Zhang Jing to give a gift, but a few pieces of meat are indispensable.

"Who are you?" Zhongjing asked again. Although Zhang Jing burned incense and saluted his father, Zhongjing did not dare to relax at all.

"Didn't you ask me to come? Why did you ask me who I am?" Zhang Jing turned his head and looked at Zhongjing, and chuckled.

"I asked you?" Zhongjing asked himself, and then his eyes were filled with shock.

It seems that I remembered something.

He exclaimed and said, "Did you come from Qi?"

Although he had roughly guessed it, he still wanted to ask another question.

Zhang Jing nodded slightly, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Senior is Senior Han Jun?" Zhongjing's eyes were a little surprised, as if he was a little disbelief.

After all, Zhang Jing looked too young, and when he came up, he burned incense and saluted his father.

Logically speaking, Han Jun is the elder, so he was still a little surprised and confused about Zhang Jing's identity.

"Senior Han has something to do now, so I'm here," Zhang Jing stood with his hands behind his back and said softly.

Since Han Qianshu once said that he could not reveal his identity, Zhang Jing naturally obeyed.

The disappointment in Zhongjing's eyes flashed away. It would be great if the master of the innate realm came in person.

However, Zhongjing was somewhat comforted at this moment when he was able to send someone.

If this person is a first-class expert, at least, his Zhong family still has the strength to compete.

Just talking about the combat power of the middle and lower classes, the Zhong family does not belong to the Lin family at all, and it is even more than that.

It’s just that there is one missing from the first-class master.

"I wonder what strength you have?" Zhong Jing asked, looking straight at Zhang Jing.

Although Zhongjing had roughly guessed something, he still wanted to make sure.

"It's a first-class realm," Zhang Jing's mouth curled slightly.

His current realm is not clearly divided, after all, there is no name in the world of the world.

That's why Zhang Jing said that he was a first-class realm.

However, his first-class realm is different from Zhong Jing. Zhang Jing guessed that it would be no problem to beat him ten times.
To be continued...