Chapter 163 Zhang Benshan's bleak future

Given these kids' ability to make trouble at will, it's really not possible without an adult watching over them.

If you leave your child at home alone, he might accidentally kill himself.

Zhang Qiling suddenly remembered what Zhang Moyu had introduced to him. The Zhang family, once a top family of sorcerers, was centered around the art of medicine and witchcraft.

This is probably because the members of the clan are too good at seeking death. In order to prevent the family from dying out, they all have to work hard to study medicine, so they put up a sign that they are good at medicine.

The more Zhang Qiling thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and he then set his sights on Zhang Benshan's injured arm.

"How's the injury?"

Hearing his special question, Zhang Benshan subconsciously tensed up and replied very cautiously.

"I got a minor injury, nothing serious. It's mainly because the mixture wasn't right and it was unstable. I pinched a little while observing it, and then I was caught off guard by the explosion and got hurt."

Then he thought that he might be able to use the excuse of being injured to play the victim and make the clan leader relent and let him go, so Zhang Benshan immediately changed the subject.

"Actually, this time it was quite dangerous. If I hadn't been so skilled and able to dodge quickly at the most critical moment, I'd have been hurt even more seriously."

"oh."

Zhang Qiling responded without any emotion, and then spoke again in a low voice.

"So, the reason your hands and forearms were injured is because your kung fu isn't up to par..."

The rest of Zhang Benshan's words were suddenly blocked in his mouth, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

As he expected, Zhang Qiling's next sentence was equivalent to sentencing him directly.

"Since your Kung Fu isn't up to par, from now on you'll be training with me under the Mo Lan clan elder. The fight will end when you can hold out for a hundred moves from the clan elder."

Zhang Benshan's eyes widened in disbelief. Seeing that Zhang Qiling was determined and would not change his mind, he instantly became dejected.

Relying on the superb medical skills of his family members, Zhang Molan is ruthless in training people as long as they are still alive and can snatch them back from the hands of the King of Hell. He has always adhered to the training philosophy of training them to death as long as they don't die.

Anyone who falls into his hands will have to shed at least a layer of skin in a day.

Even with the strength of the Zhang family's Qilin blood, if they don't take a medicinal bath at night after training, they may not be able to get up the next day. This shows how ferocious it is.

During the first few days when Zhang Qiling asked Zhang Molan for advice, he also took medicinal baths and medicated meals every day.

Later, when Zhang Qiling said that he didn't want to follow the same martial arts path as him and wanted to develop his own style, Zhang Molan changed from sparring to verbal guidance.

Although his kung fu improved rapidly after being trained by Zhang Molan, Zhang Benshan felt that his lofty dream of lasting more than a hundred moves was more likely to come true than just dreaming.

Even his father could only withstand seventy moves at most against Zhang Molan.

At that time, the Zhang family was prosperous and full of talented people. Zhang Molan was able to stand out from the crowd of geniuses and become the leader of the contemporary martial arts sect. His martial arts skills were no joke.

He was a ruthless man who could scatter ordinary white-clothed ghosts with just the wind from his fists. He already had the potential to break all laws with one force.

"And the precious anthers that were smashed down there were planted by your father and the Mo Yu elders. The elders might make a different decision about you by then. You should talk to your father yourself."

When Zhang Benshan heard his additional words, his already pale figure became even more wilted.

It's easy to deal with his father's side. Zhang Benchu ​​is a person who only cares about the results and not the process. He himself doesn't really like farming. He has many opportunities to make up for his mistakes.

But Zhang Moyu is different. When he has nothing to do, he likes to farm, stockpile medicine, and then research new medicines.

Most of the medicinal herbs he grows are in the back mountain, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and the anthers in front must be on his mind.

Although Zhang Moyu usually behaves very kindly and seems approachable, I have never seen him lose his temper over anything during the time we have been together.

But Zhang Benshan had also read the clan records. During the period when this clan leader was in office, he single-handedly intimidated all the clan members who wanted to cause trouble. His methods were indeed powerful.

In the classics handed down, this person is famous for his vindictiveness, unconventionality, and the fact that he not only holds grudges but also brings up old scores.

Zhang Benshan felt that with such a big Buddha targeting him, his future was now hopeless.

Zhang Moyu didn't know at this moment that someone was slandering him behind his back. He and Zhang Molan came to Zhang Benling's medical research department.

Zhang Molan took Tomie, a special and dangerous experimental subject, directly to the isolation room that had been prepared long ago.

Zhang Moyu followed a secretary who came to greet them to the lounge, waiting for Zhang Benling to finish the meeting.

After confirming that Tomie was settled, Zhang Molan came over to meet Zhang Moyu. Zhang Benling didn't let them wait long. After about half an hour, he ended the meeting early and came over.

However……

Seeing the elegant and beautiful lady wearing a black classical cheongsam walking in from outside, Zhang Moyu lost his grip on the water cup in his hand and it fell directly on the table.

Zhang Molan showed a look of surprise. Looking at the graceful beauty in front of him, his eyes twitched and he felt unwell.

Zhang Moyu took a deep breath, closed his eyes and turned his head away, not wanting to look at him at all.

"Zhang Benling, why are you coming out dressed like this?"

If it is to conceal one's identity, wearing a human skin mask and dressing as a woman is fine, that is completely understandable.

But since he used his own face, put on light makeup and wore women's clothes, it was really hard for them not to suspect that Zhang Benling had some strange habits.

He suddenly felt that the Zhang family had lost all face.

"Hello, two elders."

Zhang Benling greeted the two of them in his usual calm and steady voice, without a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"I didn't dress this way, but during the negotiation process, I found that although those businessmen prioritized profit, they treated female leaders with respect and tolerance, often making concessions."

The Zhang family is good at using everything they can, as long as it can achieve their goals better and faster, let alone wearing women's clothing.

If necessary, even if it meant he had to cut off his own lineage, Zhang Benling would agree without blinking an eye.

All the Zhang family members were taught that the patriarch was more important than the family, and the family was more important than the individual. They never took personal dignity and honor into consideration.

"you……"

Zhang Moyu wanted to say that this was really unnecessary. With his connections, it was not impossible for him to borrow that little money. Their Zhang family had not yet fallen to the point where their clansmen had to take advantage of opportunities and sell their bodies.

But then he thought again, this was also Zhang Benling's own initiative, and everything he did was for the good of the family, so he couldn't say the words of advice.

"Just be aware of this. There's still a lot of time to go on. There's no rush to revive the family. Besides, we're here to support them."

In the end, Zhang Moyu could only comfort Zhang Benling in a gentle tone and tacitly agreed to his actions.

Zhang Molan secretly gave Zhang Benling a thumbs up, and he really admired him in his heart.

Not everyone can put aside their pride and devote themselves solely to their family. At least he believes that if it is not necessary, he will never dress as a woman for a little money.

Zhang Benling nodded indifferently. He didn't care about this in the first place. He had invited the elders over for another matter.

"After learning computer programming, I edited a multi-functional conversation program that specifically uses the Eight Diagrams Yin-Yang format to encrypt information. The possibility of being cracked is very small, making it very suitable for internal communications.

A month later, the regular version of this program will be available on the computer platform as an emerging chat video software.

As a software that combines conversations with friends, group chats with multiple people, text, voice, video, and the ability to transfer audio files, it has a very good future.

He first boasted about himself, then Zhang Benling opened the laptop he brought with him, opened a multi-encrypted file, and pushed it to Zhang Moyu and the others to see.

“The reason we invited the elders to come here in person this time is actually for this matter.

Zhang Benan found a group of Zhang family members overseas and got a lot of information from them. This is the information she transmitted."

After Zhang Benling finished speaking, he stood aside with his head lowered and his face somewhat solemn.

He didn't say he found the Zhang family's Qilin, but rather someone from the Zhang family...

Sometimes, a detail often contains a lot of information.