Chapter 260
The entire road suddenly sank, together with the barren grass and tall trees—the entire land surrounded by the formation sank a few inches downwards, and all the spirits poured into the formation were gathered to one point, as if there was an invisible giant Palm, following Zhang Zhengchu's cane, covered the world with a radius of a hundred miles, and pressed everything down hard.
So the eyes of the formation were crushed to death.
The spirits of hundreds of people were condensed into thin strands, wrapped around his walking stick, and stretched underground.
The gust of wind caused by the formation breaks down immediately! The trembling formation stone also suddenly stopped!
Shino is silent.
As the last help, he seemed to have finally resisted the puppet master's momentum of breaking the formation, the momentum was monstrous, and the turbulent formation stabilized.
All the Patriarchs breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Zhengchu stared at the man with puppet lines in his eyes without turning his eyes, suppressing the surprise that had been drawn before.
"Young students." Zhang Zhengchu said in a deep voice, with no expression on his face. He speaks with an old-fashioned rigidity, which is extremely oppressive to the ears of many juniors.
The surrounding discussion came to an abrupt end.
Under the reminder of the word "postnatal", the heads of each family relaxed and calmed down. Follow Zhang Zhengchu to look at the person coming.
"Are you from the Shen family?" Zhang Zhengchu asked word by word.
The discussion that had just stopped started buzzing again.
Say a certain name, each family may not have an impression. But when it comes to the Shen family, it's so fucking impressive!
More than half of the people here have been unable to sleep at night because of the dancing dead line. They once watched the line dance all the way to the level with Zhang Yalin, but they couldn't find a living name.
If it belongs to the Shen family, then it is understandable. Even that dancing line is easy to explain.
Because everyone has heard that the apprentices of the Shen family can't even get on the name chart, and then their strength soared in a short period of time, and they can almost compete with the top people on the name chart.
As a result, this group of people has not finished discussing. The handsome and tall young man answered, "No."
He cast his eyes down slightly, as if he was looking at Zhang Zhengchu, but at the same time he seemed tired of looking at him. When speaking, the thin lips barely moved, and there was a mocking and cold tone.
Zhang Zhengchu frowned, his eyes swept over the people across from him again, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Someone behind him murmured suspiciously: "I counted and couldn't find out where Patriarch Bu Ning is. Could it be that Patriarch changed his nature and didn't pick on the dead who didn't hurt the original owner?"
Someone else reminded him with a suppressed voice: "What are you thinking, this is a puppet master."
Zhang Zhengchu said again: "Aren't you Shen Qiao's apprentice?"
"No." The other party answered the same thing twice, and the tone was obviously colder the second time.
"Then who are you?" Zhang Zhengchu asked.
"It's related to you?" The other party's gloom and unhappiness were almost written on his face, so straightforward that he didn't hide it.
Zhang Zhengchu was so excited by his tone that he squinted his eyes, and then said slowly: "Of course it has something to do with me. Not only does it have something to do with me, but it also has something to do with the elders of various families standing beside me. Since you use the puppet handed down from your ancestors technique, doing what judges are doing, then you can be called a fellow."
"It has been more than a thousand years since judges have been passed down from master to disciple for hundreds of generations. Thousands of them are still alive. They help each other and follow the rules of righteousness and etiquette. According to the rules of etiquette, more than half of these thousands of people are Most people can call you a 'younger', and most of those people will call the elders around me a master—"
Zhang Zhengchu didn't turn his head back, but his fingers slid across the people around him, "Tell me, do we have the right to ask you what kind of sect you are born in, and who will discipline you?"
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment to give the heads of the families behind him a time to digest and respond. He turned around, and just about to open his mouth to ask again, he saw the eyes of the young puppet master clearly under the night sky, and for some reason he was suddenly taken aback——
Wen Shi's pitch-black eyes fell on Zhang Zhengchu without turning.
When he stares at people, his eyelids are always slightly drooped, and his gaze casts down along the slope of his eyelashes, like a piece of clean and dust-free glass, often giving people the illusion of being cold and sleepy. .
Chen did not say before that his eyes are very special.
Where is it special, he asked several times, but he didn't get a serious answer several times, most of them were teasing him.
Wen Shi is a very memorized person. It's not about holding grudges, it's just about remembering things - when he was a child, he once scared the disciples down the mountain on the Songyun Mountain Road, and when he went down the mountain after he was a teenager, he would have to ask Zhong Si to give him a disguise talisman.
Later, when he returned to the mountains, he forgot to reveal it a few times. He thought he could take the opportunity to bluff the dust, but he was always recognized immediately. When asked the reason, Chen would raise his hand to cover the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes and said: "Next time when you stare at me like this, remember to be more lively, and it is best to smile, maybe you can fool me more that way." a little while."
After thinking about it for a while, I could only ask him to go away in my heart.
But at this moment thousands of years later, when he looked at Zhang Zhengchu, there might be a little smile in his eyes—not the kind Chen Dao said, but a mocking smile.
It seemed that every sentence Zhang Zhengchu said just now seemed ridiculous to him.
He said coldly, "You ask me which sect I belong to, and who will discipline me?"