Chapter 196

As the ancestor of the Jiang family, Jiang Jianhong's residence is very special.

Jiang Ji walked all the way to a park.

Yes, you are right. There is a park in the Jiang family's mansion.

There is a lake in the park. There is an old willow by the lake. No one knows how many years it has lived, but it can be seen from the diameter of more than ten meters.

Jiang Ji has always suspected that this old willow is also an evolutor. Otherwise, can a normal willow really grow so big?

The old willow does not grow straight, but in a "7" shape, and the upper half extends horizontally above the lake.

On this branch, a cylindrical building with a diameter of 20 meters and a height of 8 meters is hung on it.

The building is made of wood with simple and natural patterns. The most amazing thing is that it has no windows and no doors. It's curious how to get in.

This is where the ancestors of the Jiang family usually liked to stay. It is Jiang Jianhong's private bookstore, called "Buzhou mountain". No one can enter except Lao Zu himself.

However, no matter how many times he came, Jiang Ji still felt that this thing was more like a bird cage than a mountain.

The idea just came up. He suddenly felt a terrible pressure coming from his body and was pressed on the ground without any room for resistance.

"Old ancestor! Yes, it's me!" he shouted quickly, otherwise he might faint in a while.

"Is it you, boy?" a water man appeared on the lake and finally turned into Jiang Jianhong. "What are you doing here?"

"The chief asked me to bring you a message," Jiang Ji just felt out of breath. "Lao Zu, can you relax? I feel like I'm suffocating."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Jiang Jianhong raised his hand, and the pressure on Jiang Ji suddenly dissipated. "Just now I suddenly felt that someone was arranging me behind my back, so I just pressed it."

"How dare you! How dare you, father!" Jiang Ji burst out a strong desire for survival. "How dare I arrange you behind your back."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Tell me about you."

"Yes..." Jiang Ji appeared the snow emperor in xiakong city and explained the Buddhist kingdom in his hand.

"I know this," said Jiang Jianhong. "Don't worry about him. Naturally someone will deal with it."

Jiang Ji quickly replied, "yes." although he didn't understand what Jiang Jianhong meant, since he said he didn't care, there was really no need to worry.

Over the past few decades, Jiang Jianhong has been the sea god needle of Huaguo. As long as he is there, Huaguo will be as stable as Mount Tai. Jiang Ji, who is in the political arena, has deep feelings in this regard.

What if the United States is the world's largest country? What if Mao Ziguo was once a big man comparable to the United States?

In this world, the root of power lies in people. Many people and great power are not empty words. As long as the flower country with the world's first population develops steadily, it is only a matter of time to surpass any powerful country.

In contrast, their threat is actually not as big as ah San next door. Although ah San is very tough now, he has a lot of potential.

Far away.

Jiang Ji recovered and continued to stand there respectfully. He will wait and see if Jiang Jianhong has any other orders.

"Go back and tell No. 1 that the fight between me and the puncture master is almost over. This guy gives up a little quickly. Let him be careful about the recent trend in the United States. They may trip up in other places. In addition, send someone to collect all the remaining parts of the national treasure as soon as possible."

"Yes."

"All right, you can go."

"Yes."

Jiang Jianhong turned into a mass of water and fell back to the lake. Jiang Ji also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though I have been here many times, I still feel a lot of pressure every time I meet my ancestors.

After Jiang Ji left, Jiang Jianhong in the "Buzhou mountain" in the bookstore yawned: "I finally left. Really, bother me to read."

With that, he picked up a book, lay on his side and began to read it.

Although Buzhou mountain has no doors and windows, seven night pearls are embedded on the top to shine brightly inside. The round wall of the library was hollowed out layer by layer and made into bookshelves.

Eighteen shelves are full of books, like a small library.

Jiang Jianhong was lying on the floor of the library, surrounded by a pillow printed with the pattern of a lovely girl in the second dimension. At this time, he was holding a one-to-one ratio of jianniang Xihe pillow in his arms.

"Alas, it's over." Jiang Jianhong put down his magazine. It was a weekly square, which published the finale of Tianlong eight.

Almost no one in the Jiang family knows. In fact, their ancestor is a heavy two-dimensional disabled man. His favorite is the lovely girls in animation, novels and games.

Outside, Jiang Jianhong has always maintained a dignified image. Few evolutionists in Huaguo were not frightened to see him.

Just now, Jiang Ji didn't really feel that someone was arranging him behind his back, but he just routinely maintained his dignity.

But in fact, he prefers to lie on the floor reading comics and have a mouthful of fat house happy water.

Is the sole a little itchy? Then scratch it with the thumb of the other foot. It's great.

"Tianlong Babu" is his favorite cartoon recently.

He knew that this was created by Ximen Qing, so he deliberately made Ximen Qing lose money a few days ago, hoping that she could work hard to create and pay off her debt. Jiang Jianhong knows that XiMenqing has several martial arts stories similar to Tianlong Babu.

There is a "root blowing party" under XiMenqing microblog. These root blowing parties have also built a group called "root blowing base camp", and Jiang Jianhong is the leader of this group.

Ximen Qing mends her brain. She thinks he wants to target the Qingyi sect. Then he just let Ximen Qing misunderstand. Anyway, she won't rely on the Qingyi sect. It's right for Jiang Jianhong.

But unexpectedly, the woman did not know what luck she had, but somehow she got a sum of money to pay off her debt.

"No, she's light without debt. Maybe she'll become a salted fish again. I have to hurry."

Thinking so, Jiang Jianhong held Xihe pillow in one hand and logged in to microblog with his mobile phone in the other hand.

Turn to XiMenqing's latest microblog, which is her selfie biting a red jujube.

"Ah ~ so cute, er, no," Jiang Jianhong immediately woke up and left a message below, "blow the root! Blow the root vigorously! We want to see martial arts! We also want to see the 18 dragon subduing palms!"

He also sent screenshots to the group after sending them, @ all members asked them to praise themselves.

Jiang Jianhong sneered that he actually had a plot.

More than a hundred years ago, he had a half father and half mother's brother, the kind who married in Taoyuan.

The brother told him a story about the dragon knight. He still remembers his state of mind at that time.

How can he enjoy this sour feeling alone?