I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Appearing from a forest, Zhang Yi appeared on the path.

At the end of the path, there stands a mottled city wall.

The city walls are lined up, extending within their line of sight until they are invisible to human eyes.

The city wall blocks all living things that move forward, and the pieces of bluestone that cast the city wall are covered with various traces.

There are sword marks, knife marks, and traces of flames, and the blood is coagulated brown and black...

After paying a small fee, Zhang Yi entered Rock City and headed straight to the east.

The Zhang family, one of the three major families in Rock City, is located in the east of Rock City and built the Zhang Mansion covering an area of ​​200 mu.

The vermilion gate, white walls and red tiles, two stone lions sit at the gate, and guards guard the gate.

Looking at the word Zhang Mansion in front of him, Zhang Yi let out a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, "After about half a month, I'm finally back!"

"Who is coming, tell me your name quickly. This is Zhang's residence. If you don't have an appointment, you can't enter."

Zhang Yi walked towards the gate, but was stopped by a guard on the way.

Zhang Yi was about to speak, when suddenly another guard recognized Zhang Yi, quickly grabbed his companion, interrupted his words, then bowed his head respectfully to Zhang Yi.

"Master."

As he said that, he glared at the square-faced man, and explained: "This is the son of our Patriarch Zhang Yi, Master Zhang Yi, you are confused, how dare you stop the young master."

Then he explained with a flattering face:

"Young master is upset. This kid has just served as a guard, and he is not very familiar with people. I will definitely teach him a lesson when I go back, and I promise that I will never do it again next time."

"Okay, okay, it's all trivial, don't take it to heart." Zhang Yi smiled gently.

Glancing at the nervous guard who felt he had made a mistake, Zhang Yi then asked, "By the way, are my parents at home?"

The guard quickly replied: "The head of the house and the mistress are both here, and they are currently in the meeting hall."

Zhang Yi nodded, passed the two of them, and went to the hall.

When Zhang Yi couldn't see the figure, the square-faced guard breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered:

"Scared me to death, he is Zhang Yi, the young master of the Zhang family?"

"You are the only one lucky this time. The young master is kind and didn't care about your faults. Keep your eyes clean in the future, so you can't make mistakes."

The square-faced man nodded yes, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart. He also heard about the young master of this family by chance from his companion.

It is said that the young master of Zhang's family was sent to Qingyun sect to practice at the age of 12. After more than ten years of practice, he only came back once.

Who would have thought that he was so unlucky that he just ran into the second time.

...

When Zhang Yi passed by the garden, he touched his face and muttered, "I'm so scary."

The conference hall, after entering from the main entrance, passes through a garden.

Zhang Yi looked forward, and at this moment, there were two guards guarding the door.

They are all full of energy, holding a big knife, a pair of eyes scanning constantly, and a look of vigilance.

Judging by the aura fluctuations around him, it seems that he has reached the late stage of the Yellow Realm.

Looking at them and remembering the episode when he entered the door, Zhang Yi felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

He couldn't help feeling that they were all good guards of his family.

If he hadn't been able to get this hang-up mini-game, relying on this middle-grade cultivation aptitude, he might take over his father's heavy burden and become a new generation of Patriarch in a few decades.

But now, he has a bigger goal, and the family will surely grow more vigorously under his wings.

So——now, it's not a big deal for the father to make a small sacrifice or something for the sake of his son's bright future.

"Master."

"Master."

Sensing that someone was approaching, the two guards looked at the person who came, and after seeing the person clearly, they both said respectfully.

Zhang Yi smiled and nodded at them, then passed them and entered the hall.

The hall is grand and magnificent, with excellent lighting, and there are two people standing inside.

The man was dressed in a black jacket, tall and tall. He looked about forty years old on the outside, and his expression was not angry and majestic. He just stood there quietly, and he felt a sense of oppression.

This is the majestic temperament that can only be possessed in high positions.

And next to it, there is a graceful and luxurious woman with a good appearance, who looks about thirty years old. If you look closely, you will find that she has a slight resemblance to Zhang Yi's appearance.

They are Zhang Yi's parents, Zhang's family Zhang Chen and his wife Lin Wanqing.

"Father, mother."

Zhang Yi bowed down naturally, and was immediately pulled up by the delighted Lin Wanqing to chat.

It's chatter, but Zhang Yi has been talking about his various experiences in the sect——

Ahem, although Zhang Yi has been adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile these years, he hangs up his phone to practice alone, and never participates in sect activities.

But although I haven't participated in it before, I have seen it after all, and it's okay to brag about it and add it to the snake.

I saw that Zhang Yi opened his mouth and came, using both hands and mouth, talking witty words, dancing, and full of interest. I don't know, I thought he was the protagonist in it.

After a while of communication, it was the father Zhang Chen who interrupted their chatting first.

"Okay, let's exchange feelings and talk slowly when we go back to the house." Zhang Chen first said to Lin Wanqing, then looked at Zhang Yi, raised his eyebrows, and said in a bad tone:

"You boy, the family competitions usually don't come back at the end of the year. What kind of wind brought you back today? You can't be thinking of us, can you?"

Zhang Yi's face was a little embarrassed. In order to avoid the so-called involvement in emergencies, he encountered danger.

Zhang Yi has been very serious in implementing the principle of "don't participate in anything that is not required to participate" very seriously in recent years.

As for the family year-end competition, which is a family meeting that must trigger plot events from the name, of course Zhang Yi will not participate.

Every time when the family competition is approaching, Zhang Yi always finds various reasons to prevaricate.

And this also gave him a bad reputation among the younger generation of the family. Although Zhang Yi didn't care at all, it was only natural for his parents to have resentment.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi already had countermeasures.

I saw him look serious, talking with eloquence:

"My generation of warriors should naturally focus on cultivation, rather than rushing around for some trivial matters."

"In these years, in Qingyun Sect, I have been living in a simple way, practicing assiduously in retreat, in order to achieve success in cultivation and step on a higher level of realm as soon as possible."

"In this way, we can live up to the expectations of my lord father and my lord mother."

Zhang Chen looked at his son in surprise, he didn't expect my son to be so enlightened.

Young people, which one is not young and energetic, aggressive and courageous? That's how he himself came here.

I didn't expect my son to have such awareness at such an age.

For a moment, Zhang Chen felt a sense of pride in his heart, and all the helplessness of being squeezed by the elders was swept away. He asked:

"So, are you back?"