After leaving the garden, they entered a magnificent palace. Even one of the pillars in the palace was carved with exquisite carvings such as dragons and phoenixes. Gold and jade were inlaid in every corner. It was a high-profile luxury that could be seen at a glance.
From Tao Zi's perspective, this palace didn't look like the style of a cultivating sect at all. Instead, it looked like a royal palace from three thousand years ago. Of course, she didn't point that out.
Before entering, Cheng Wuchou said solemnly: "The people inside are extraordinary. You four, please be careful and don't look around. If you can, it's best to keep your head down."
Naturally, Tao Zi and others would not act arrogantly in a place like this. They followed Cheng Wuchou with their heads slightly lowered. Finally, he stopped.
From the corner of her eye, Tao Zi saw a chair made of high-quality spiritual stone in front of her, inlaid with gold and jade. There was a person standing next to the chair.
An old voice sounded: "Wuqiu, is this the little friend you said can escape the control of heaven?"
When Cheng Wuchou answered, his tone was respectful: "Yes, from a certain perspective, they have temporarily escaped from their destined fate."
The old voice laughed and said, "You don't have to be so restrained. Just raise your head and let me take a look."
Tao Zi then raised her head and looked directly at the senior following the voice.
To her surprise, this senior's appearance was far less old than his voice. At a quick glance, she thought he was a man in his prime.
His appearance is not stunning, but he is average, but basically no one will notice his appearance. After all, his temperament is too weird. He looks like a man in his prime, but he has an aura of decay. If you don't pay attention to his appearance, you may think that he has passed away. He is getting old, just waiting for death to come.
But as soon as she met his eyes, Tao Zi was stunned. The look in this man's eyes was extremely determined and would not remind anyone of his old age at all.
Contradictory, so contradictory, this person is full of contradictions.
With the sound of "Pa!", Cheng Wuchou was startled. He looked at the cup that fell from his hand and said, "Sir, what's wrong?"
The man who was called Mr. stared at Tao Zi closely, ignored his inquiry, stepped forward quickly, and asked: "Little girl, what is your name?"
She was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly replied: "Tao Zi."
"Tao Zi." He chewed the name gently and then said with a smile, "This is a good name, really good."
Cheng Wuchou looked at this scene in surprise and asked, "Sir, what's the problem?"
"It's okay. You all have come a long way, so you must be tired. Go and rest first."
Cheng Wuchou didn't ask any questions, nodded in agreement, and led them out.
Someone came over and took them to the rest area. After arriving in the room, Tao Zi called Cheng Wuchou who was about to leave and said, "What's going on with your husband?"
He was also puzzled: "I don't know either. It's the first time I've seen my husband act so rude."
Xi Jing said: "Is there something strange about this face? That's not right. Senior sister is still bringing..."
Halfway through her words, she remembered that Cheng Wuchou was still there and hurriedly shut her mouth.
Cheng Wuchou seemed to have been reminded and said, "Master has an ability."
"What?"
"He can see beyond the surface to see what other people should really look like, whether they are wearing a human skin mask or disfigured."
Tao Zi suddenly raised his head and looked at him. He smiled sheepishly and said, "I was so anxious to bring you here that I forgot to remind you of this."
She pressed her forehead, her tone was unusually irritable, and she even called him by his name: "Cheng Wuchou, do you know how much trouble this will bring to me?"
The genius knows how many monks from the Xujia Sect she and Xingtang have killed. It would be a life-or-death feud.
Tao Zi didn't give Cheng Wuchou time to react and said again: "I want to leave here now."
"Wait!" He said in a more anxious tone, "This is an oversight on my part, but I promise, sir, I won't do anything to you."
She frowned and looked at him and said, "Are you sure?"
Cheng Wuchou regained his gentle look before and said with a smile: "Of course, sir, you don't care about the outside world at all, let alone your previous identity. Don't worry."
"Then what was his reaction?"
He shook his head and said, "I'm surprised too. I'll ask about it later."
Zhao Xue asked hesitantly: "What's your previous identity? Senior sister, were you related to Xujiamen before?"
Tao Zi: "...It's a long story, so you better not know about it yet."
She didn't dare to talk about the ability of these people to hide their emotions, otherwise they would one day fight with the storyteller in a small teahouse.
The three people stopped asking questions and pretended that they didn't hear anything.
Cheng Wuchou gave some more important instructions and left in a hurry.
After waiting for the outsiders to leave, cousin Jiaoer said cautiously: "That person didn't give me a good feeling."
"Huh?" She looked over.
"I can't tell you what's wrong with it, but I just feel uncomfortable."
Han Yueshan also responded and said: "Senior sister, I feel the same way. It's really uncomfortable."
Xi Jing was shocked and said: "I thought it was just my illusion."
Only Zhao Xue looked at them blankly: "I don't think it's okay, it's just that the voice doesn't match the appearance."
Tao Zi looked at them and said, "I don't feel anything either. I just feel that this person is a bit conflicted, but I don't feel any bad feelings at all."
Several people looked at each other, and she remembered Han Yueshan's sensitivity to demons, and her tone became solemn: "You three, don't be alone. Once you find something wrong, no matter whether you are sure or not, you must send a message to let me know."
They all responded: "Okay, senior sister."
After the three people returned to their room, Tao Zi sat on a chair, pressed his forehead with a headache, and began to think about the way in.
Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and she raised her voice and said, "Please come in."
To her surprise, it was the gentleman who came in with a plate of fruit in his hand.
Tao Zi stood up and said, "Senior, what are you doing?"
The husband smiled gently, put the fruit plate on the table, and said, "Someone happened to bring fresh fruit today, so I brought some over. There is no need to be so restrained, just sit down."
She said politely: "You're welcome, sir. I'd like to thank you for taking this trip."
"No, it's just a matter of convenience." The husband looked at her with a very gentle look, "Miss Tao, you don't have to be so polite. You can just call me sir without any grudge."
Tao Zi didn't hesitate and called out: "Sir."
"Yes." He responded gently, but his eyes became gentler.
Looking at such a gentleman, Tao Zi suddenly thought of a person - Cheng Wuchou.
Cheng Wuchou also had the same gentle look. The difference was that this gentleman's gentleness came from his bones, but Cheng Wuchou showed his gentleness with his always smiling eyebrows.
Thinking about it carefully, maybe Yue Qingya is more like him, but he is less noble and more kind in his gestures.
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