Pirate Card System

Zhang Zhifan is Zhang Xuanling's son, Lin Fan knew about it early on.

Tongwen Museum is where Zhang Zifan lives.

Zhang Xuanling also lost his memory, so he didn't know to go to the Tongwen Museum to find Zhang Zifan.

Back then, Li Siyuan was the one who snatched Zhang Zifan away. Zhang Xuanling could find Zhang Zifan as long as he went to Tongwen Museum, but he forgot about the past.

At the same time, Tongwen Museum.

Zhang Zifan is currently practicing the most holy Qiankun Kungfu in Tongwenguan, and the most holy Qiankun Kungfu is a must-learn martial art in Tongwenguan, so Li Siyuan has no objection to passing it on to Zhang Zifan.

Boom~~~

Zhang Zifan released white flames through his palm, knocking down the tree stump in the distance.

"Father, look at my most holy Qiankun kungfu, is it okay?"

Zhang Zifan told each other, quite proud of it.

Li Siyuan was the closest person to Zhang Zifan. Zhang Zifan had no father since he was a child, so Zhang Zifan regarded Li Siyuan as his father. Li Siyuan killed Zhang Zifan's father and felt ashamed of Zhang Zifan, so he raised Zhang Zifan as his direct descendant. Li Siyuan devoted himself to pursuing martial arts and never liked any woman, so he raised Zhang Zifan as his own child.

Anyway, Zhang Zifan didn't know anything, so raising him up, wouldn't it be great for Li Siyuan to have another adopted son in the future.

Li Cunzhong and Li Cunxiao stood beside them, watching Zhang Zifan perform the most holy universe kung fu, the two of them also practiced the most holy universe kung fu.

"Zifan, your most holy Qiankun kungfu has not yet been cultivated to the fullest. At best, you can only hit wooden stakes. Even wooden stakes are very reluctant, lacking in speed, precision, and strength..." Li Cunzhong looked at it at a glance. Ask Zhang Zifan's question.

Hearing this, Zhang Zifan smiled awkwardly: "What Uncle Jiu said is true."

"Hoo hoo."

Seeing this, Li Cunxiao yelled twice, and patted his chest heavily with his fist.

"Zifan, although you haven't mastered the most holy Qiankun kungfu, you can reach such a level at a young age, which is quite talented. Zifan, everyone in Tongwenguan must choose one thing to display. Hidden weapon, you choose one yourself."

The Jinxing thorn is Tongwenguan's unique hidden weapon. Basically, anyone who is a bit powerful in Tongwenguan will use the Jinxing thorn. Li Siyuan said this to Zhang Zifan because he really regarded him as his own.

There are many weapons on the ground, including Xiuwen fans, Xiuwen hammers, Xiuwen paintings, Xiuwen documents... These things are used to hide hidden weapons in Tongwen Hall.

Hearing this, Zhang Zifan walked up and began to choose his hidden weapons.

"Father, I want this."

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Zifan finally stayed under Xiuwen's fan, picked up the fan, looked around, and smiled at Li Siyuan.

The Xiuwen fan is very suitable for Zhang Zifan. It is not easy to be noticed by others, but it is also elegant. If Zhang Zifan holds a hammer, he will be regarded as a stonemason. Therefore, Zhang Zifan chose the Xiuwen fan.

"Very good, Zifan, you chose well. If it were me, I would also choose Wenfan."

Seeing this, Li Siyuan nodded in satisfaction and said.

After saying this, Li Siyuan's eyes flickered brightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Zi Fan, go down and rest, I have something important to discuss with your ninth and tenth uncles."

"Yes, foster father."

Hearing this, Zhang Zifan nodded and walked towards his room.

Looking at the back of Zhang Zifan leaving, Li Siyuan took a step forward and sighed: "Zifan is really excellent. I am at his age, but I haven't practiced the most holy Qiankun kungfu to this level. If you give him some time , I’m afraid, it’s possible to surpass me.”

Hearing this, Li Cunzhong said to Li Siyuan: "Brother, the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead, and one generation is stronger than the next. This is a good thing."

"Good thing, maybe, I just hope that in the future, Zifan will always be like this, that's all."

Li Siyuan shook his head and sighed, he knew about Zhang Zifan, he was very afraid that Zhang Zifan would know his background.

After all, killing one's father and enemy, in this world, represents immortality.

...

five hours later.

Zhang Zifan was sleeping alone on the bed, playing with the Xiuwen fan in his hand, and said to himself: "This fan is really good, I want to keep it well..."

Boom~~~

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

When Zhang Zifan heard it, he said to him, "I'm already asleep, so you don't want to come in."

boom boom boom~~~

However, the knocking on the door did not stop.

Zhang Zifan was a little angry, stood up, and said angrily, "I don't understand what you're saying, I told you not to come in."

At this time, Li Siyuan, Li Cunzhong... would not come to Zhang Zifan, only the servants of the Tongwen Museum would come to Zhang Zifan, but Zhang Zifan didn't want to see them at all, so Zhang Zifan was so angry.

Boom boom boom~~~~

Outside the door, there were still knocks on the door.

Zhang Zifan was angry, so he walked over.

The gate is not far from Zhang Zifan, Zhang Zifan only needs to walk a few steps to open the gate.

"You...you...who are you, why do you come here to find me, I don't know you at all."

However, when Zhang Zifan opened the door, he saw a crazy old man. When he saw the crazy old man, he was a little confused. The crazy old man gave him a very special feeling.

Zhang Xuanling looked very excited when he saw Zhang Zifan: "Son, you are my son, son, are you my son?"

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, I don't know you at all, you should leave quickly, otherwise, you won't be able to leave when the people from Tongwenguan come."

For some reason, Zhang Zifan didn't want to attack Zhang Xuanling. Originally, at this time, Zhang Zifan only needed to use the hidden weapon of Xiuwen Fan...to kill Zhang Xuanling.

"Zhang Zifan, aren't you curious? Why are you an orphan? Why did you stay in the Tongwen Museum? How did Li Siyuan adopt you for so many years... He even treated you as the young master of the Tongwen Museum. Everyone else was killed casually, except for you, he will not be cruel."

"Who, who is there?"

"Zhang Zifan, take a good look at him. If you look at this person, don't you feel very kind?"

At this time, Lin Fan came out and spoke seriously to Zhang Zifan.

"You...what are you trying to say, I don't know you at all." After seeing Lin Fan, Zhang Zifan turned his head to other places, not daring to look at Lin Fan, nor did he dare to look at Zhang Xuanling.

Zhang Xuanling walked towards Zhang Zifan, touched Zhang Zifan's face with his dirty hands, and said: "Son, you really look like my son, son, are you my son? Are you ?"

Seeing this, Lin Fan said seriously: "Zhang Zifan, this man is your father, and his name is Zhang Xuanling. Back then, Li Siyuan used you to snatch your Zhang family's Wulei Tianxin Jue and knock your father off the cliff. You are the baby who was not killed..."