readytorunbook Chapter 158
Chapter 158
Blue Point Gate, main peak.
Zhang Sanqing’s residence is just an ordinary courtyard…. next to …. Dog hole.
Zhang Sanqing is not an idle person.
The three-year-old wandered the streets and slept in a kennel.
One sleep is thirteen years.
This habit has been maintained until now.
Zhang Sanqing only started to practice at the age of twenty-three, which was already very late.
But he is a genius.
In just one year, the gas refining was successful.
A hundred years later, it broke three levels in a row, until the Yuan baby.
The period of subversion is only one step away from the Mahayana period, but the providence of God tricks people.
However, after strong winds and waves, even if his cultivation was reduced.
But that keen intuition for danger has not dropped a bit.
Blue Point Gate has not been very peaceful lately.
Putting aside the struggle between Gu Yue Feng Lingyue and Law Enforcement Elder Cang Song, there was an undercurrent surging in the invisible corner, and
Zhang Sanqing was keenly aware of the existence of “Eternal Night”.
And the object of suspicion was placed on the disciple named Xu Fan.
Xu Fan’s various performances made him have to doubt this disciple.
Bang bang!!
There was a knock on the door.
“In!”
An ordinary-looking young man walked in.
Palm Sect Zhang Sanqing looked at him, “You are the person I trust the most, and the most suitable person to do this.” ”
Don’t worry, Master, I promise to complete the task.”
“That’s right…. What’s your name? ”
Lu Renjia!!”
Ordinary young people said.
………
Lu Renjia, a person who is so ordinary that he can no longer be ordinary.
Just like his name.
The cultivation is average, the appearance is average, and the family background is average.
It’s the kind you put in the pile of people and absolutely find it.
It is also the most overlooked existence.
This kind of person is best suited for lurking, assassination, spying, stalking…
Zhang Sanqing keenly discovered his potential and began to cultivate him.
Lu Renjia has also been playing this role very well.
The goal this time, “Xu Fan! ”
Counting Xu Fan, this is the two hundred and fifty people he has monitored.
Lu Renjia likes to write his surveillance records in the form of a diary.
Finally, two copies were sorted out, one was handed over to Zhang Sanqing, and the other was kept by himself.
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The following is Lu Renjia’s surveillance diary.
On July 25th, this
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was my first day of monitoring Xu Fan.
A day to remember.
Eat, sleep, walk.
This is Xu Fan’s life in a day, boring!
On July 26th, it turned rain and
Xu Fan slept for a day today.
What is this guy doing every day, it’s a complete waste of life.
Not only his, but mine.
PS: I ate cold pie today.
…….
On the 27th of July, Qing occasionally had clouds
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Xu Fan went out today and recommended his new things to the female disciples of Lingjian Peak.
Colorful and fascinating.
Put on the leg, very : Sexy.
He named it “stockings”
and it quickly became popular among female disciples.
However, it was banned by law enforcement elder Cang Song with an unfair style.
PS: I secretly saw Elder Cangsong at night, and returned to the room alone with those contraband.
I didn’t see anything….
Today’s food is still cold pie.
On July 28th, it rained
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There was a major discovery today, Xu Fan, Qin Feng, Lu Li and others secretly gathered in the toilet and seemed to be planning something.
I didn’t dare to get too close, but I vaguely heard it two days later…
Could it be that two days later, they are going to do something earth-shattering?
On July 29th, the thunderstorm
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weather was very depressing, in this weather.
Xu Fan and the others secretly organized the twenty or thirty disciples to prepare to go down the mountain.
I felt like I had revealed his ugly purpose.
PS: I’m still eating cold pies today, and I hope to end the surveillance days sooner.
July 30th.
Xu Fan and the others finally secretly went down the mountain in the dark night.
I am close to the truth of the matter, if I die.
This may be my last stroke, and I hope that the next person will inherit my will.
PS: Cold pies are really hard to eat.