Chapter 389 I am not the same person today as yesterday

"Uncle~, I've been studying peacefully at university, and suddenly someone comes and bullies me. You must stand up for me!!!"

As soon as Zhang Qiling answered the call, he heard Zhang Chulan's voice on the other end, which was as sad as an oriole crying blood.

"I'll have someone look at it."

Zhang Qiling said this in a businesslike manner.

Even though Zhang Chulan called him uncle, everyone in the Zhang family was his blood relative. How could he possibly intervene in every case that came to him to complain? How busy would he be then?

"Uncle! That crazy woman who came to find me is not simple. She said I was an alien, and she chased me with a fruit knife and chopped me. She also said that if I lost, she would make me her slave!

I couldn't beat her. She shattered my golden light spell with one knife, and even my clothes were almost lost... wuwuwu.

I'm sorry, uncle. It's all my fault for not learning the skills well enough. I've brought shame to our family. I'll practice more when I get back."

Zhang Chulan on the other end of the phone was in tears. While explaining all the information he knew, he also did not forget to express his grief, anger, and shame. He really grasped the essence of making a complaint.

Zhang Qiling frowned. When he heard the word "aliens", he thought of those official people.

However, wouldn't the officials be so blatant in looking for trouble? They even brazenly claimed they wanted to treat their own people as slaves. It's completely outrageous!

In the past, he went with the flow and was unable to protect his people because he didn't have the ability to do so.

Now, Zhang Qiling doesn't want to let go of anyone who dares to mess with Qilin.

Anyway, even if he makes a mess, there are still a group of ancestors behind him to clean up the mess, so what is he afraid of!

"I don't blame you. Just study hard and I'll take care of this matter."

After pausing for two seconds, Zhang Qiling felt that he couldn't let his little Qilin's thoughts be unclear, otherwise it would affect his learning efficiency, so he added another sentence.

"I'll ask someone to call you back."

"Okay, I will study hard and make progress every day... Uncle, you are so nice, I love you so much."

Zhang Chulan was deeply moved.

Is this what it feels like to have someone to back you up?

It feels great to be under the protection of the head of the family. He feels even safer than when his grandfather and father were around!

His grandfather and father only taught him to hide his edge, but the Zhang family taught him to act within the rules, follow his heart, and think for the family. The strong are not afraid of difficulties!

Zhang Qiling has been frowning since he hung up the phone. He thinks that maybe the power displayed by the Zhang family is not enough now, so they are being treated as a soft persimmon.

It seems that I need to find an opportunity to show off my skills to the outside world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling casually closed the document he had just opened and placed it next to the unprocessed pile next to him. He then instructed Zhang Haimo, the personal guard on duty today, standing behind him:

"I need to go see the elders of the Moyu clan for something. Please send all these unapproved documents to the meeting room and hand them over to Zhang Ruijin for processing."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Zhang Haimo didn't ask any extra questions, picked up the pile of documents, turned around and left.

In the past, his tongue was pulled out, making him unable to speak and forced to be mute. Now, using the ancient secret medicine passed down in his family, his tongue has been successfully restored. Accustomed to silence, he is still taciturn.

However, being introverted can sometimes have its advantages. Although Zhang Haimo is not good at speaking and has poor interpersonal relationships within the family, the older generation likes his quiet and practical nature.

People like the remaining ones of the "Sheng" generation and the older ones of the "Rui" generation are particularly fond of paying attention to the rising stars of the family, and are willing to support them if they can help.

The most important thing is that Zhang Qiling, as the clan leader, also has some preference for him.

The clan leader's personal guards work in shifts. Now the new system is that two people take turns on duty every day when they are inside the clan, and four people follow them every day when they are outside the clan.

When it was Zhang Haimo's turn to be on duty, he was not like Zhang Haishe who cared about everything and tried to be the clan leader's closest minister. He was also not like ordinary guards who would glance at the clan leader with ardent admiration from time to time, making Zhang Qiling feel uneasy from time to time.

He was very quiet all day, and only regarded himself as the shadow of the patriarch, following silently and moving according to the patriarch's wishes.

When he didn't hear the patriarch calling on him to do anything, he would quietly lower his eyes and stand there motionless in a daze.

Sometimes when Zhang Qiling sees him, he would think of his past self, that pure-hearted, indifferent to right and wrong, who looked exactly like his former self.

Of course, he's not the same as he is now.

Zhang Qiling felt very relieved after successfully passing on to others the work that he had not finished and did not want to do.

Before going to find Zhang Moyu, he even strolled slowly to the dining hall and picked up a plate of tea-and-pastry snacks during non-meal time.

After asking for directions, Zhang Qiling arrived at the library. When he went up to the second floor, he saw Zhang Moyu writing a book again.

Because the world consciousness had revived their spiritual energy and locked onto the world's low-concentration spiritual energy, Zhang Moyu had to write down the ancient books on cultivation methods that he had originally wanted to take a break and not pass on.

After all, when there is no spiritual energy, these are just pieces of waste paper. When there is spiritual energy, they become the foundation of family inheritance.

Zhang Qiling sat down opposite Zhang Moyu naturally. Knowing that he could do many things at the same time without any delay in thinking, he told him about Zhang Chulan directly.

After listening to him, Zhang Moyu had just finished writing a page. The hand that was turning the page paused for a moment, and he stroked the paper in his hand with a slightly thoughtful expression, while his other hand casually turned the pen.

"If I'm looking for a good time to flex my muscles... I actually know a good time."

Thinking of a restless Husky and the message he had sent him on his mobile phone a few days ago, Zhang Moyu suddenly closed the book and put his pen aside.

"Jun Qian said that in about a month or two, the Luotian Grand Ceremony will be held at the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain. Generally, besides Taoists, many people will attend such events. It's a good time."

Thinking of Zhang Molan who had no idea where he was going now, Zhang Moyu rubbed his forehead with a headache.

“However, although the Tianshi Mansion has some connection with our Zhang family, it is a branch that split off many years ago and has no relationship with us. In the past, Jun Qian was responsible for communicating with them.

Now that bastard has gone somewhere, and if we cause trouble at the Luotian Grand Ceremony without informing the master, it would be a bit embarrassing."

After hearing his reminder, Zhang Qiling also thought of the fact that Zhang Molan went to Longhu Mountain to challenge the master for the first time he went out, and he inexplicably felt a little sorry for the Tianshi Mansion over there.

I feel so sorry for always treating them as tools. Who made you so outstanding?