Chapter 1413 (1/2)

It has been more than 20 years since Zhang Xianzong in Lingnan. Although Zhang Xianzong has never reproduced the glory of his predecessors, Zhang Xianzong has worked hard and steadily for more than 20 years, and has not disgraced the reputation of Zhangjia.

But no one thought that today, in the night when you can't see your fingers, the past of Zhangjia will disappear and never return.

In fact, in the final analysis, there is no way to do it. Who ever thought that the blue sword, which begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, would grow to such a powerful level that his strength could sweep the whole Lingnan Zhangjiakou.

Of course, the most important thing is Zhang Hao's private God.

The Lingnan Zhangjiakou was a total failure tonight. It even damaged three inner elders. Heilongwei also lost more than half of the loss. Except for Zhang Hao, the family owner, the whole Lingnan Zhangjia can be said to be dead in name.

Although winning Zhangjia is the first step to victory for blue sword and Qinchuan, in the face of the complicated situation in the south of the Yangtze River, this is only the beginning. The battle at the foot of zhangjiazhuangyuan mountain seems bloody and cruel, but for Qinchuan, he and the whole blue sword will face a more bloody and cruel killing situation.

The night wind swayed in the air, blowing Zhang Hao's bangs and Zhang Xianzong's clothes.

At the moment, Zhang Xianzong and Zhang Hao, the father and son, seem to have no communication with each other like strangers, but step by step toward Zhangjia manor.

Looking at the maple leaves floating all over the mountain, Zhang Xianzong is extremely melancholy at the moment.

Zhang Xianzong, who has been in charge for more than 20 years, will no longer belong to himself after tonight, which makes Zhang Xianzong's heart full of sadness.

But when he turned his head and looked at Zhang Hao's back, there was a trace of expectation in Zhang Xianzong's heart. At the moment, Zhang Xianzong wants to see what kind of prospect zhangjiahui will present in the future under the guidance of his illegitimate son.

Despite Zhang Hao's selfishness, Zhang Xianzong, the leader of the family, is optimistic about the cultivation of Zhang Hao, the illegitimate son. Zhang Hao has the ability to be so broad-minded and bright today at such a young age. Once he grows up in the future, he may be able to surpass his ancestors.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xianzong's heart just some inexplicable relaxation.

On the contrary, Zhang Hao was speechless all the way up the mountain. He just looked at the trees on the hillside from time to time. His sharp and resolute eyes seemed to tell everyone, and also to tell the mountain top: I, Zhang Hao, have come back.

On the contrary, Liu Mingchuan has been walking side by side with Zhang Hao with a smile on his face. From time to time, he looks at Zhang Hao with a kind of envious eyes: ”Haozi, how are you? Is the pleasure of revenge very cool and comfortable?”

In the face of Liu Mingchuan's jokes, Zhang Hao just grinned coldly, and then deliberately said, ”it's really a good feeling. When you come back to the imperial capital and take charge of the Liu family, maybe you can understand it!”

”Hey...”

Hearing Zhang Hao's lip language counterattack, Liu Mingchuan was speechless for a moment, and wanted to shake his finger to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

Under the night, slowly, this group of people walking while chatting has come to the outside of the Zhangjia manor.

Although the zhangjias in Lingnan are not as good as the ten golden families in the imperial capital, they are also one of the eight families in the south of the Yangtze River. The manor is magnificent and has a unique artistic conception of Jiangnan forest garden.

Standing at the gate of the manor, Qinchuan took a glance at the manor which occupied a lot of land. Then he said with a slight smile: ”it's really a big family in the south of the Yangtze River. Even this garden is so well built. It's much better than my villa.”