"...The second devil said: 'I took it and locked it in the cave. Now that you are here, you must demand a fight. I will not fight with you. I will call you. Do you dare to answer me?' The traveler said: ' If you scream a thousand times, I will promise you ten thousand times!'..."
When Ziyuan first arrived at Piaohua Palace, the eldest daughter of the City Lord's Mansion had not yet adjusted her work and rest habits. In order to impress her master Lin Zhiyun, she rarely got up at all hours, thinking that she had woken up very early.
Unexpectedly, after finishing dressing up, when he came outside, he found that all the disciples of Piaohua Palace were sitting neatly in two rows in the courtyard, with bright eyes, and they were listening intently to the words on the steps in front of them. Zhong Wen spoke.
What's happening here?
Morning class?
Ziyuan counted the people in the courtyard and found that except for master Lin Zhiyun and junior sister Zheng Yueting, all the other disciples on the mountain had arrived. Even elder Shangguan Junyi and junior uncle Leng Wushuang were not absent. She couldn't help but feel a little excited. Panic, for fear that he would miss some important sect ceremony.
She was like a student who was late for class. She was afraid of attracting attention, so she just tiptoed closer to listen and wanted to find out.
"... The great sage made a trick, just to coax him to shake it, and suddenly shouted: 'Oh my God! The crutches have melted!' The devil did not shake. The great sage shouted again: "Mother! Even the lumbar osteotomy has melted! '..."
Zhong Wen held a folding fan in his right hand and tied a belt on his head. He stood on the three-step stone platform, winking, dancing, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, with extremely rich expressions.
As Ziyuan listened, she gradually felt something was wrong.
What Zhong Wen said was neither a secret to practicing martial arts or spiritual skills, nor an experience in teaching alchemy and weapon making. It sounded more like the contents of a novel.
Seeing that everyone was listening intently, she was too embarrassed to ask questions, so she quietly came to the stone bench in the corner and sat down. She supported her chin with her white jade hands and stared at Zhong Wen's performance quietly.
Gradually, she felt that although what Zhong Wen was talking about had no beginning or end, it was quite interesting to listen to. She was actually a little addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself.
"...When will we get to the West? Let's listen to the explanation next time!" Zhong Wen closed the folding fan in his hand with a "pop", ending the day's explanation of Journey to the West.
Following his declaration, the originally silent courtyard suddenly became lively, with bursts of discussion and laughter.
"I'll call you, do you dare to answer me?" Little Loli held up an apple in her hand and said cheerfully to Shen Xiaowan.
Liu Qiqi held Yin Ning'er's hand, seeming to beg this aloof junior sister to grow a "purple gourd" for her.
Shangguan Junyi, with a gentle smile on her face, was whispering to Leng Wushuang, covering her lips and smiling from time to time, and she didn't know what happy things she was talking about.
Zi Yuan looked at the scene in the courtyard and felt that not only were all the gatekeepers of Piaohua Palace beautiful, but their faces were also filled with happy and confident expressions, completely devoid of the sense of humility that was common among secular women.
The looks on the girls' faces seemed to say, I am in control of my life.
It's great to be able to join such a sect.
Zi Yuan felt a sense of pride in her heart. She slowly stood up and walked towards the crowd.
"Second Senior Sister!" Seeing this beautiful new senior sister, the little Loli shook the apple in her hand happily to greet her, "Are you also coming to listen to Zhong Wenjiang's 'Journey to the West'?"
Journey to the West?
Ziyuan was stunned when he heard this, and was about to ask when he heard a sudden "puff-puff" sound coming from above his head.
Looking up, I saw a lively and cute messenger bird waving its wings and flying straight towards the corridor behind the steps.
A slender jade hand with fingertips like bamboo shoots and a lotus root stretched out from behind the pillar and caught the messenger bird with the back of its white and flawless hand.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhiyun's graceful figure appeared behind the pillar, with long hair reaching her waist and a fluttering blue skirt. Her peerless elegance made her look like a fairy.
It turns out that Master is in the corridor, why doesn't she come out and sit with everyone?
When Ziyuan first arrived, she had a lot of doubts in her heart, but she was too embarrassed to ask, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
The rest of the people seemed to have expected it, and seemed to be used to the fact that Palace Master Lin was hiding behind the pillar.
"Zhong Wen, there is a letter from Ling'er, saying that something happened in the imperial capital." Lin Zhiyun glanced at the piece of paper on the messenger's lap, her face changed slightly, she turned to Zhong Wen and said, "His Majesty the Emperor is suffering from a strange disease and is in a coma. Not awake."
"Li... Your Majesty, as a spiritual master, can actually get sick?" Zhong Wen was surprised.
"With such an incident, Ling'er and Sister Ye may stay in the Imperial Capital for a while longer." Lin Zhiyun continued, "What she means is that she hopes you can go to the Imperial Capital again."
"Could it be that he wants me to treat the emperor's illness?" Zhong Wen guessed.
"Although she didn't say it explicitly, that's probably what she meant." Lin Zhiyun glanced at the letter again, but couldn't find the answer, so she had to figure out what Nangong Ling meant.
"I've only been back for a while, do you want me to go to the imperial capital to work again?" Zhong Wen felt a little uninterested when he thought of rescuing that stingy uncle Li Jiuye, and couldn't help complaining, "Sister Nangong is just Love sending people.”
While he was talking, he suddenly looked up and looked out the door, with surprise in his eyes.
"Brother Zhong Wen!" Not long after, a thin figure in ragged clothes stepped into the courtyard door, followed closely by a muscular brown figure.
The first person glanced at the beauties in the yard, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. Then his eyes stayed on Zhong Wen, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, but there was a hint of weakness in his voice that was difficult to conceal.
"Brother Gou?" Zhong Wen had already sensed the aura of the stranger. It was Gou Datong, the former head of the Eighteenth Peak Village in Liangshan, but he still asked in surprise, "Why don't you stay in the Imperial Capital and help Thirteenth Niang run the 'SF Express' , why did you come to southern Xinjiang?"
"Brother Zhong Wen, something happened to Thirteenth Niang!" Gou Datong quickly came to Zhong Wen with a look of anxiety on his face, "Brother, I have no other choice but to come to Qingfeng Mountain to ask for your help. Please save me no matter what. she!"
"What!" Zhong Wen's expression changed and he said in a deep voice, "Don't be impatient, tell me slowly, what's going on?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince attacked our Liangshan brothers." Gou Datong took a breath and continued, "I got the Thirteenth Mother's secret code and rushed to Qingfeng Mountain for help, but I was chased by the Crown Prince's guards all the way. If it weren't for this Zheng Xiao The brothers helped each other out of kindness, but I am afraid they would have died long ago and would not have been able to get here."
"Little brother, it's okay!" Zhong Wen raised his head and glanced at Zheng Qiyuan behind Gou Datong, with a hint of approval and exclamation in his eyes, "I haven't seen you for so many days, and you have already cultivated your heavenly wheel."
"It's all thanks to Brother Zhong." Zheng Qiyuan smiled shyly.
"His Majesty the Emperor has personally promised to pardon Thirteen Niangs." Zhong Wen looked at Gou Datong again, with a puzzled look on his face, "How can the prince be so bold and dare to go against the emperor's will?"
"Could it be related to His Majesty's coma?" Lin Zhiyun suddenly asked.
After hearing her words, Zhong Wen suddenly had an idea in his mind, and seemed to understand something: "Brother Gou, don't be anxious. The prince probably has ulterior motives for attacking the heroes of Liangshan. The thirteenth mother will not be in danger for her life for the time being." , I will go to the imperial capital right now, as long as I can save the emperor, the crisis of Thirteenth Mother will be solved naturally."
"Thank you, thank you!" Gou Datong was so excited that he could not speak coherently. "Besides you, I really can't think of anyone else who would be willing to help us people in Liangshan. I really don't know how to thank you, brother!"
"What did Brother Gou say? I was the one who persuaded you to surrender to the imperial court." Zhong Wen smiled and shook his head. "Now that you are suffering because of this, if I still stand by and watch, wouldn't I have to worry about my conscience?"
"Little brother, on your way to the imperial capital, give my regards to Yue'er." Shangguan Junyi suddenly said.
"Since Sister Jun Yi misses her family so much, why don't you come with me?" Zhong Wen said with a smile.
"You go to save that Thirteenth Niang, what are you going to do with your sister?" Unexpectedly, Shangguan Junyi rolled her eyes at him and decisively refused, "I'm not that ignorant."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
He felt that Shangguan Junyi seemed to have a deep misunderstanding of him, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to smile bitterly and touch his nose.
"Brother Zhong, where is my sister?" Zheng Qiyuan broke the slightly awkward atmosphere just right.
"Tingting is in retreat. If you want to see her, I'm afraid you have to wait for more than ten days." Zhong Wen replied quickly, as if a drowning man grabbed a life-saving straw.
Ever since she got the Dao Bead from "Cang Qiong Guest" Li Daoyin, Zheng Yueting fell into a state of meditation. Referring to Lin Zhiyun's process of comprehending the Dao Bead, Zhong Wen estimated that it would be difficult for her to wake up in less than ten days and a half.
"That's it..." Zheng Qiyuan showed a hint of disappointment on his face.
"Little brother." Zhong Wen felt the abnormally majestic spiritual power in Zheng Qiyuan's body. He rolled his eyes and suddenly reached out to hook his shoulders and said, "You are not young anymore, and now your cultivation has reached the realm of the heavenly wheel. It's time It’s time to develop your own career.”
"My own career?" Zheng Qiyuan was still young and looked confused when he heard this.
"Back then, I used the banner of the 'Heavenly Sword Alliance' to drive away the people from the Yinhuan Chamber of Commerce." Zhong Wen encouraged with a smile, "What do you think of this alliance that controls the swordsmen in the world?"
"Isn't the 'Tiandao Alliance' made up?" Zheng Qiyuan asked puzzledly.
"It didn't happen before, but that doesn't mean it won't happen in the future." Zhong Wen patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Little brother, I see that your bones are exquisite and your body is shining. You will definitely be a rare hero in the world in the future. , so I am determined to entrust you with the important task of creating the 'Tiandao Alliance'."
"What!" Zheng Qiyuan was taken aback and hesitated, "I, I'm afraid I can't do it, right?"
"Nonsense, how can a man say no?" Zhong Wen's face darkened, and he lectured sternly, "I will give you some gold-level training techniques and sword skills, so that you can recruit swordsmen from all over the world to join the alliance. In a few years From now on, you will be the leader of all those who wield swords in the world, and no one in the world will dare to disobey your orders, wouldn’t it be great?”
"Really? Can I really do it?" Zheng Qiyuan is not yet fifteen this year, which is the age when young people love to dream. Being fooled by Zhong Wen, his heart suddenly surges, his blood boils, and he can hardly control himself.
"Believe me, you are the one chosen by God, the son of destiny." Zhong Wen's voice is like a devil tempting you to commit crime. "With my help, how can it not succeed?"
"Then... I'll give it a try." An ignorant young man was being played by Zhong Wen, an old soul.
"If you have ambition, this is my little brother!" Zhong Wen couldn't help but patted Zheng Qiyuan on the shoulder and praised loudly, "I'm optimistic about you!"
Gou Datong, an old Jianghu man, was speechless after watching such a good show. He couldn't help but sympathize with Zheng Qiyuan, the young man who had saved him, but he did not dare to warn Zhong Wen for fear of offending Zhong Wen and affecting the plan to save Thirteenth Niang. I had no choice but to send my blessings to Xiao Zheng's shoes secretly in my heart.
Seeing Zheng Qiyuan's extremely excited expression, Zhong Wen couldn't help but reveal a smile of successful conspiracy on his face.
I don't want to work hard anymore!
I want to hug my thighs!
The thigh development plan is officially launched!
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In the corner of the lobby of "Wen Dao Inn", a man and a woman were sitting opposite each other.
Looking at Zhu Cong's handsome and tender face in front of her, Ran Sujuan had mixed feelings in her heart and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Mei Juan, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Cong stretched out his hand to hold Ran Sujuan's soft and smooth hand, and asked with concern on his face, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no." Ran Sujuan came back to her senses and shook her head gently. Although there was not much enthusiasm in her voice, it also lacked a bit of resistance and rejection.
This is already the fourth time the two have met secretly in the inn.
For the man in front of her who took her first time away, Ran Sujuan's hatred from the beginning gradually became numb. Under Zhu Cong's sweet words and tenderness, now she actually feels a sense of intimacy.
She felt that although Zhu Cong was not very interesting, he was more gentle and considerate. As the best theological scholar of the young generation in Qixing Pavilion, he was a top choice regardless of his appearance, cultivation, knowledge and origin. He was considered a great person. The standard tall, rich and handsome guy makes it hard to hate him all the time.
If he is willing to be sincerely good to me, it seems good to marry such a person.
Starting from the third tryst, Ran Sujuan couldn't help but have such an idea in her mind.
This kind of emotion is very weak, and has nothing to do with the passionate love between you and me in novels.
She didn't even know if this was love. After all, she had never really been in love with anyone since she was growing up in the Holy Land.
Perhaps it was mixed with some helplessness and self-exile, but at least she no longer rejected Zhu Cong.
"It's getting late." Ran Sujuan looked up at the sky outside the window and said softly, "I should go back."
"Sister Juan!" Zhu Cong's eyes flashed with a strange light. He suddenly grabbed Ran Sujuan's tender pussy tightly and said firmly, "I can't bear the pain of missing you like this anymore. Every time I watch you leave, I I feel like my heart is piercing, and I am in pain, so please come back to Qixing Pavilion with me and become my wife!"
"You...I..." The same words were said at different times, but they achieved completely different effects. She no longer hated Zhu Cong, and once again heard his words of love, Ran Sujuan's face turned red and her heart filled with tears. It's such a mess, I don't know how to deal with it.
"Sister Juan, I know that I am not worthy of you." Zhu Cong's tenderness offensive continued, "But I swear that I will spend the rest of my life to treat you wholeheartedly and not let you suffer any injustice. Marry me stop!"
"I, it doesn't matter what I said." After a long time, Ran Sujuan said in an inaudible voice, "I have to ask my father and my mother."
"You agreed?" Zhu Cong's face showed a look of ecstasy, and he held the beauty's little hand tighter.
"If parents don't object..." Ran Sujuan's face blushed even more.
"I'm so happy." Zhu Cong jumped up with excitement and said incomparably, "I, I, I have never been so happy in my life!"
So be it!
Maybe this is love in reality.
Looking at the ecstatic Zhu Cong, Ran Sujuan had such thoughts in her mind.
"Sister Juan, when I pass Master's test and inherit the 'Divine Calculation Hall', I will invite all my relatives and friends." Zhu Cong seemed to be immersed in beautiful thoughts, "I will marry you in a glorious way."
"Test?" Ran Sujuan asked curiously.
"That's right." Zhu Cong took out a book from his arms and handed it to Ran Sujuan, "Master once said that among my senior brother and I, whoever deciphers this ancient book first will be qualified to inherit it. His 'divine fortune teller'."
"Are you sure?" Ran Sujuan said with a hint of concern in her tone.
"This classic is extremely difficult. Even with my attainments in divine literature, it is difficult to understand it in a short time." A trace of helplessness flashed in Zhu Cong's eyes, "Speaking of this, I wonder if I can ask Sister Juan for help. A favor?"
"Say it." Ran Sujuan said softly.
"There are some words in this classic that are really difficult for me to decipher, so I would like to ask Mr. Ning to help." Zhu Cong said with a little shame, "I wonder if Sister Juan can invite me on my behalf?"
"Do you want to see Xiaojie?" Ran Sujuan's expression changed slightly when she heard this.
"Mei Juan, please don't get me wrong. I no longer have any admiration for Miss Ning. Now I only have you in my heart." Zhu Cong quickly explained, "Inviting her to come to meet me is just a matter of some divine literature. I would like to ask you questions in person."
"Then why don't you go to the academy to find her yourself?" Ran Sujuan asked puzzledly.
"Sister Juan, I once made an appointment with that young man. After losing to him, I will not be allowed to step into the palace again." Zhu Cong said sternly, "No matter how unbearable I am, I will not break my promise."
"So that's it." Ran Sujuan suddenly realized, seeing that he kept his promise so well, she couldn't help but show a hint of approval in her eyes, "I can help you ask Xiaojie what she means, but I can't guarantee whether she is willing to come out to meet her."
"So, thank you so much, Sister Juan!" Zhu Cong stood up, bowed to Ran Sujuan, and said sincerely.
"There is no need to be polite between you and me now. Just wait for news from me." Ran Sujuan blushed and said softly, then stood up and left the inn in a hurry.
Looking at Ran Sujuan's graceful back, Zhu Cong narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
