Chapter 131 The Last Coffin
"The Xuan Sect has declined, and now the spiritual energy outside is thin. It will soon enter the Dharma Ending Age.
Moreover, with the development of technology among ordinary people, it will become more and more difficult to hide your tracks. After you go out, it is best to report your identity to the authorities before walking outside.
As for the life span, I will contact the current high-ranking officials in a few days and fool them a little bit first.
Also, now that various countries are balancing each other and researching weapons of mass destruction, it is expected that they will move towards a path of great unification in the future..."
Zhang Moyu summarized modern society from his own perspective, allowing them to have a general understanding in their minds first, and then let the others observe it on their own after they go out.
After he finished speaking, Zhang Qiling turned the topic to the last coffin.
"The last one, open the coffin?"
Zhang Moyu was not sure whether what was hidden in the last coffin was a surprise given to him by the world consciousness or an unexpected shock. He spoke to the others in a serious tone.
"How are your skills?"
It is really hard to praise martial arts skills without a standard. Zhang Zhiyi, who grew up under the care of Zhang Moyu, hesitated for a moment and spoke first.
"I can use a halberd, and Zhixuan can use a sword. However, neither Zhixuan nor I are from the Wuzong clan, and we are not good at fighting. Compared with the strength of the clan elders in the past... I should be slightly better."
Zhang Zhiyi's voice was very low when he said this.
He was still young when the patriarch of the "Mo" generation was in office. However, even so, as a person of the same generation, Zhang Zhiyi knew clearly that Zhang Moyu only looked kind on the surface, but was actually stingy and had many bad tastes.
Not only does he like to quibble, he is also vindictive and is best at settling scores after the event.
Zhang Moyu, the clan leader who came from a family of craftsmen, was not good at fighting, and the reason why he came to power was also a bit strange.
It seemed that his peer competitors were always under the shadow of his mischief. They all felt that they would not be able to control him after becoming the clan leader, and it would be a waste of his talent to leave him idle. They were also worried that he would cause trouble if he was too idle.
Finally, they gathered together to discuss the matter. They decided that any of them were qualified to be the clan leader, and whoever took the position would be for the good of the clan and would be able to lead the clan forward. So, they all withdrew from the competition for the clan leader position and unanimously gave the position to Zhang Moyu.
I heard that it was because of this that the patriarch of the "Mo" generation had always been worried about his average level of strength in the clan.
So when Zhang Zhiyi talks about this, he has to be careful.
Zhang Moyu just nodded lightly, then turned his gaze to Zhang Benling.
Zhang Benling thought about the competitions between his clansmen over the years, and after comparing them, he spoke carefully.
"The overall martial arts strength of our two generations is not much different. Rouping and Jinwen are both top-notch. The former is good at stick techniques, and the latter is good at hidden weapons.
An Jing has only recently started learning, so she's not a fighter. I'm better at divination and numerology, so I can only defend myself."
Perhaps because he is the main hexagram person and is used to the identity of a leader and elder, Zhang Benling prefers to be addressed by his courtesy name rather than his full name.
After counting the four people of the "Ben" generation, only Zhang Fenyu of the "Fen" generation was left.
As the only Wu Zong person present, Zhang Fenyu suddenly felt a lot of pressure on himself.
He used to be a nobody in the clan, had never fought with anyone, and had no idea of his own strength.
To be more precise, he is the kind of person who has a high concentration of blood, but has no lofty ambitions, is content with the status quo, lives from day to day, and lives a perfunctory life.
The greatest use of a person like him in this life may be to obey the arrangements of the clan and give birth to outstanding offspring with another person with a high blood concentration.
Then, when he has lived long enough, he will rely on the high concentration of his blood to explode before he dies and bully those evil spirits that are difficult to deal with.
He was eagerly waiting for the tribe to give him a wife, but he just took a small task to go out and was ambushed on the way.
Until now, he still couldn't understand why there were so many people in the clan, many of whom were better than him, but he was the only one who was unlucky.
Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, Zhang Moyu had some idea of his strength.
I understand. He doesn't want to work hard and just lies down like a lazy fish in front of Emperor Wuzong. There are many such people in the family.
From the perspective of division of labor within the clan, the Zhang family is mainly divided into three branches, and among these three branches, the Wu branch is the most suitable for retirement.
The Gua Sect is mainly responsible for external communication, collecting and coordinating intelligence information, and has relatively high requirements for individual business capabilities. It is the busiest sect in the clan.
The Craftsman Sect is mainly responsible for research and construction, logistical support, various post-event work, and defense of the clan territory. It is the most strict sect in the clan and has the highest talent requirements.
Wu Zong is mainly responsible for external tasks, killing and sealing evil spirits, escorting people from the other two sects, assassinating and killing, and eliminating traitors.
Wuzong is also the most free of the three sects. Except for mandatory tasks in special periods, there are no mandatory requirements on how many tasks each person should accept or how much work he should do every day.
However, because of this, the personal voice of the people in Wuzong varies greatly, and the gap in personal martial arts values is also very large.
Zhang Moyu summarized the combat effectiveness of their side.
Although there are probably five people in Zhang Zhiyi's group who are better fighters than them, only he and Zhang Qiling have weapons in their hands.
Moreover, the other few people have just woken up, and in this situation they can only exert about 70% to 80% of their strength. Therefore, in order to guard against the one in the last coffin, it is better for him to take the lead.
"I'll open the coffin. Chief, please lend your knife to Zhixuan first, and we'll take the lead.
Afterwards, Ben'an and Benchu coordinated with each other to prevent any accidents.
Chief, you and Fenyu should act according to circumstances and look after Benshan."
Zhang Moyu made careful arrangements in order to prevent any unpredictable accidents from occurring in the last hanging coffin.
The Zhang family now can't afford to be messed up. If one dies, there will be one less. Every member of the family is precious.
Zhang Qiling gently stroked the handle of the black gold ancient knife with his fingers, then nodded and handed the knife to Zhang Zhixuan.
Zhang Zhixuan raised his hands respectfully, took the knife, and then drew out a knife flower. Feeling that it was quite easy to use, he nodded to Zhang Moyu.
After everyone was ready and adjusted their positions, Zhang Moyu swung the bone whip in his hand vigorously, unfolding it upside down. The tiny bone blades like barbs were stuck in the gap of the coffin lid.
As he pulled hard, the coffin lid fell off.
The young man in the dark red robe in the coffin flew out the moment the coffin lid was opened.
Then he avoided Zhang Zhixuan, who was holding the black gold ancient knife and was closest to him, and quickly approached Zhang Moyu who was about to whip him for the second time from behind.
Zhang Moyu subconsciously became alert when he saw the dark red robe, and then he noticed the familiar face of the young man and instantly recognized his identity. Although he was still alert, he was no longer worried.
He knew this person, and he was not a member of the Wang family, but a member of their Zhang family. However, he had some personal grudges with him.
As the coffin made of unknown material was opened, the pure Qilin aura of the young man hit them in the face, and everyone present was slow to defend themselves.
Zhang Molan quickly approached Zhang Moyu, and while he was out of reach of his whip, he grabbed his wrists, then held his hands in front of him, looking happy to meet an old friend, with a wicked smile on his face.
"It's been a while, little you-kun, do you miss me? You haven't made any progress in your skills yet. I'm really disappointed."
Zhang Moyu's face darkened. Listening to the tone that sounded like he was asking for a beating, and the words that hit him straight in the heart, there was a reason why the two of them were enemies.
"Zhang Molan, I fell asleep suddenly that year. I don't know if you finally caught up with Sister Mo Xin. I felt it was a pity that I couldn't drink in your wedding."
When Zhang Molan heard his words, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
The fact that he pursued Zhang Moxin caused a sensation among their generation, but Zhang Moxin never agreed to his pursuit.
He didn't know the reason at first, but later he found out that Zhang Moxin liked Zhang Mochen, and Zhang Mochen was Zhang Moyu's biological brother.
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