Chapter 7: Entering the Ximen Mansion at Night

At night, Water Margin Zhang Jie, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

"It's really not a dream!"

Zhang Jie stretched out his right hand, feeling the real and solid power inside, and the corners of his mouth could not help but hook up slightly.

At this moment, Zhang Jie could not help but have an urge to look up to the sky and roar.

Heaven knows how long he hasn't felt such a vibrant feeling.

Coming to the Water Margin world, ever since he had memories,

he had always been truly unable to lift his hands or carry with his shoulders, and had no strength to tie a chicken.

On weekdays, let alone riding a horse and shooting an arrow, he would be out of breath even after walking a few more steps.

If it weren't for the wealth of Zhang Dahu's family, he would have died long ago.

Now Zhang Jie just wants to spit out the grievances of the past!

However, the next second, Zhang Jie swallowed the breath that was surging to his throat back into his abdomen.

"If you don't endure small things, you will mess up big plans; the current endurance is for a better explosion in the future."

Zhang Jie understands that venting randomly now will only reveal his details, which is not conducive to future development.

"However, not returning home with wealth is like walking in the night in brocade clothes.

Even the Overlord of Western Chu, who said 'Living as a hero, dying as a ghost hero,' could not endure walking in the night in brocade clothes.

I must do something tonight!"

Zhang Jie, feeling the explosive power in his body, is like picking up a hammer,

everything he sees is a nail, and he can't wait to test his strength.

Then, a person's figure quietly appeared in his heart.

"Ximen Qing, you have already taken the path of death!"

Zhang Jie muttered to himself.

Ximen Qing's previous behavior was almost the same as riding on his head and taking a dump.

When the golden finger didn't come, he had no power and was in a weak position,

he had to endure, choose to swallow his teeth into his stomach, and wait for an opportunity to retaliate later.

Now that the golden finger has come, if he still endures, wouldn't this golden finger have come in vain?

Zhang Jie is like being possessed by Captain Jia, who has the peerless beauty of Yanzu and Tianle,

and goes deep into the enemy camp alone, practicing the "curve to save the country" route:

"Before the golden finger came, you Ximen Qing bullied me.

After the golden finger came, you Ximen Qing still bullied me, wouldn't this golden finger have come in vain?"

Zhang Jie, who was getting angrier the more he endured and felt more at a loss the more he retreated, decided to send the wealthy Ximen on his way now!

Zhang Jie tiptoed, got out of bed silently,

took the night clothes he had prepared long ago from the bottom layer of the wardrobe,

and then used pillows and clothes to set up a human shape, letting others think that someone was sleeping on the bed.

"Creak~"

After dressing up, Zhang Jie gently pushed open the window, operated the internal strength shared from Yitian Zhang Jie,

and like a spirit cat, drifted to the ground from the second floor.

"Not bad, no one."

Zhang Jie looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, he tapped his feet lightly and rushed to Ximen Qing's house.

"Wealthy Ximen, I'm here!"

Bang bang~

"The weather is dry and the air is dry, be careful with fire~"

Bang bang~

"The weather is dry and the air is dry, be careful with fire~"

The street in the middle of the night was silent, with only the sound of the night watchman knocking on the clapper and reminding to use fire.

"Eh? What is in front?"

Suddenly, the night watchman found that a black shadow seemed to flash across the street in front.

But when he stared intently,

he found that there was nothing on the ground except for some fallen leaves and garbage.

"Did I see it wrong?"

The night watchman couldn't help but suspect that he was old and his eyes were starting to dim.

"Sigh! Time is unforgiving!

It seems it's time to find a successor."

The night watchman shook his head and sighed, then threw the matter behind his head and continued to watch the night.

Bang bang~

"The weather is dry and the air is dry, be careful with fire~"

Zhang Jie didn't know that his whereabouts were almost discovered by a night watchman,

and now he was indulging in the pleasure of galloping.

"Cloud-Ascending Ladder is worthy of being the peerless light skill created by Perfected Person Sanfeng."

Zhang Jie marveled at the effect of Cloud-Ascending Ladder.

He made a preliminary estimate of his speed just now, which was close to fifteen meters per second!

You know, the world record for the 100-meter sprint in the Blue Star they were in before was only 9.58 seconds.

This world record was also created by the peerless genius of the sprint world, Bolt.

As far as now is concerned, this world record will not be broken within ten years, and how could this not make him ecstatic?

"And this internal strength as a supernatural power is extraordinary."

Zhang Jie marveled at the internal strength produced by Wudang Nine Yang Skill that was operating in his body according to the route of Cloud-Ascending Ladder.

If Cloud-Ascending Ladder is compared to a supercar that starts from 100 miles in less than 3.8 seconds,

then internal strength is the special super fuel.

Without this fuel to provide power, no matter how powerful the light skill is, it is just a piece of scrap iron.

Zhang Jie let out a roar like Dio:

"Ordinary people have limits, I don't want to be an ordinary person!"

In the short time Zhang Jie was thinking, he had already arrived in front of the five-entry mansion of the wealthy Ximen.

"Killing Ximen Qing is the priority."

Zhang Jie took back his thoughts, came to the outside of a courtyard wall familiarly,

tapped his toes lightly, and jumped over the courtyard wall more than three meters high to enter the wealthy Ximen's house.

As for why Zhang Jie is so familiar with the wealthy Ximen's house?

Zhang Jie spreads his hands: The ancestors have long taught us that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles!

If you don't know the terrain, how can you invite the wealthy Ximen to eat bullets and make a soil airplane?

Zhang Jie, who passed through the courtyard gates familiarly, sighed in his heart:

"Speaking of which, this wealthy Ximen is worthy of being a wealthy family famous in Yanggu, Qinghe, and other counties, it is really luxurious!"

The wealthy Ximen's mansion has five entries, with dozens of rooms.

Not only is there a garden with a hundred flowers blooming, but even the pond is not small.

This is not a courtyard of a local tycoon in Shandong, it is clearly a Suzhou garden of a Jiangnan gentry!

"But only such a large mansion can accommodate such a large family of the Ximen family."

Zhang Jie understood in his heart.

The wealthy Ximen now has one wife and five concubines, plus dozens of servants.

If the house is a little smaller, it won't be able to accommodate so many people.

Not to mention that the wealthy Ximen always wants to find a new home for his brothers.

If there are not enough rooms, how can he marry a new concubine?

And what surprised Zhang Jie was that the side rooms of the Ximen family were actually still lit with candles in the middle of the night,

and the candlelight was coming from the windows.

"The wealthy Ximen doesn't go to have fun with his wives and concubines, why is he still in the side room in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Jie's curiosity was aroused.

He quietly came to a window that was not easy to be discovered, then operated his internal strength on his fingers,

and poked a small hole in the window pasted with oil paper soaked in tung oil.

Then he leaned his eyes over and took everything in the side room into his eyes.

There were two people in it, dressed in silk and satin, sitting high on the grand master's chair,

naturally the target of Zhang Jie's trip—the wealthy Ximen.

The other one standing below, bowing slightly, with a flattering smile on his face,

according to Zhang Jie's investigation, was the wealthy Ximen's personal servant Dai An.

Ximen, whose clothes were slightly messy, with kiss marks on his neck and face, and a strong smell of alcohol and powder, took a sip of hot tea:

"Are Eunuch Liu and Eunuch Xue arranged?"

"Reporting to Father, I have already given money to the madam for the girls that Eunuch Liu and Eunuch Xue have taken a fancy to,

ensuring that the two eunuchs have a wonderful night."

Dai An replied respectfully.

"That's very good."

Ximen nodded with satisfaction.

The reason why he promoted Dai An to be his personal servant, besides Dai An's appearance being more "suitable" for his taste,

Dai An's agility and ability to handle things was also a major factor.

Ximen put down the teacup in his hand and asked in a low voice:

"Are Lu Hua and Zhang Sheng arranged?"

Dai An patted his chest and guaranteed: "Father, don't worry,

I have already let them watch the Zhang family day and night.

Ensuring that any wind and grass movement of Zhang Jie will not be hidden from you."

"Damn!

I said why someone was watching me during the day and night,

so it was your Ximen's handwriting, it seems you have taken the path of death!"

Zhang Jie cursed in his heart, and then sentenced Ximen to death by the standard of Tang God King.

However, he felt a bit funny about Dai An having such high expectations for Lu Hua and Zhang Sheng.

Lu Hua and Zhang Sheng are nicknamed Grass Snake and Street Mouse respectively,

and they sound like the kind of rascals who live day by day.

Expecting them to watch Zhang Jie is not as good as expecting Zhang Jie to come to the door and report his whereabouts himself!

After all, not every group of rascals is as loyal as the few who hung out near Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang,

and went to castrate Gao Yanei, the son of Marshal Gao, for a little bit of righteousness.

Zhang Jie went to see these two rascals before coming to the Ximen house,

and these two guys were drunk and sleeping soundly while hugging the wine jars!

"Dai An, you did well, Grandpa wants to reward you, come here."

Satisfied Ximen patted his thigh, signaling Dai An to sit on his lap.

"Yes, Father."

A delicate and charming smile actually appeared on Dai An's face.

"I'm going!

This wealthy Ximen not only loves other people's wives, but also eats both men and women!"

Looking at the lecherous smile on the wealthy Ximen's face and the shyness on Dai An's face,

Zhang Jie, who understood what was going on between the two, expressed that he was greatly shocked.

However, this Great Song seems to have very common things about boy love,

and those scholars who claim to be romantic often maintain a relationship that transcends friendship with their book boys and personal servants.

Seeing that Dai An had already started to take off his clothes, Zhang Jie, who originally intended to continue eavesdropping,

to see if he could get some secrets, knew that he could not delay any longer,

otherwise he would be about to stage what is ancient and warm-hearted in front of him.

He just wants to know that a chrysanthemum is a flower, not an organ.

"Swish!"

Zhang Jie pointed to break the window bolt, pushed open the window, and jumped in. ===== CHAPTER 8 =====

Zhang Jie, who wanted to see if he could obtain some secret information, knew he could not delay any longer,

otherwise, he would soon be witnessing what "ancient path, warm heart" truly meant right before his eyes.

He only wanted to know now that a chrysanthemum is a flower, not an organ.

"Clink!"

Zhang Jie pointed a finger to break the window latch, pushed open the window, and jumped inside.