how?
Definitely not.
The last time he led Du Jian, Wang Zong had already seen Ye Fan's magical methods.
He is only at the peak of the sixth rank.
How many lives do you have, dare you reveal Ye Fan’s identity again?
The last time I was able to live, it was because the other party was extremely merciful.
so.
Wang Zong shook his head and said, "I don't know."
After saying this, he closed his eyes and refused to open his mouth and say a single word no matter how threatened Li Hua was.
In the end, Li Hua became furious and said: "Mr. Wang, are you really not afraid that my husband will kill him in the East China Sea?"
"Afraid."
Wang Zong said seriously: "But I am more afraid of death."
"really!"
Li Hua's eyes lit up: "You do know that mysterious strong man, at least you know his identity."
Wang Zong was secretly annoyed.
He was tricked by this forty-year-old girl.
"In this case, Mr. Wang...my dear Uncle Wang, we are exchanging information about the master of Grand Master Du Jian. Even that mysterious powerful man must be interested, right?"
Li Hua withdrew the pressure of the master, put away all her charms, and looked extremely serious on her face.
Obviously.
The identity of one of the four great masters of China is equally mysterious, and only a handful of people know this information.
Wang Zong was very excited, and he would be lying if he said he was not curious, but after careful consideration he declined:
"Li Hua, for the sake of your father and I being comrades-in-arms for many years, don't ask any more questions. I can only say that the deaths of Du Jian and Wu Tianxiong...were all caused by ourselves!"
"..."
Li Hua looked deeply at Wang Zong.
She said helplessly: "Okay, Mr. Wang, I won't force you. But Master Du Jian is not a good person, he..."
Speaking of this, Li Hua looked around with a fearful expression. He took out a silver pocket watch from his arms and waved it in the air. An invisible barrier surrounded the two of them.
Wang Zong raised his eyebrows heavily.
Is this a magic weapon to block spiritual consciousness?
Li Hua explained: "As Mr. Wang thinks, this is a pocket watch that blocks spiritual consciousness and cause and effect. It can only be used once a month, and it can only last for five minutes each time. Even a strong person in the Shenmen realm can't spy on it." Not broken!”
Divine Gate! ! !
Wang Zong's pupils shrank crazily.
This was not the first time he had heard of this realm.
There are nine levels of martial arts in total, with the upper three levels being the most respected, and the ninth level warriors among the upper three levels are also called great masters.
And to forcefully open the realm door in the body with the ninth-level cultivation level of a warrior is equivalent to having the qualifications to become an immortal.
That’s why it’s called Shenmen!
Shenmen warriors... no, Shenmen is already a monk.
No one knows how many divine beings there are in China, because their lifespans have reached an astonishing three hundred years.
As for the news that Du Jian's master was a divine sect, Wang Zong was both shocked and justified.
After all, he can teach a ninth-grade person and a seventh-grade person. How can such a person be an ordinary person.
…
I saw Wang Zong's expression change.
Li Hua smiled and said: "Mr. Wang, the matter about Master Du Jian is considered top secret in my Li family, so I can't tell you."
Wang Zong clasped his fists hard.
Li Hua indeed didn't say anything. She just took out the magic weapon that isolates spiritual consciousness and cause and effect, and said that even the strong men of Shenmen couldn't break through it, but she didn't say anything.
Li Hua left.
As she said before, she is the president of the Martial Arts Association on a temporary basis. Small matters are handled by her subordinates on weekdays, while Wang Zong is responsible for major matters.
Wang Zong was silent for a while and went to Bai's house.
The Bai family's old house was filled with a sad atmosphere. Although it was late at night, faint cries could be heard.
Wang Zong suddenly fell into a trance when he saw the white lanterns hanging high and the paper money burned to ashes in the courtyard.
Yes.
Today is a heavy first seven.
The heavy corpse was not transported back to the northwest, but was buried on a hilltop near the sea.
First, the Shen family in the northwest, regardless of age or sex, all left the country under the arrangement of the Bai family, and no one from the Shen family came to carry out the heavy burial or pay homage.
Secondly, this was Zhong Sheng’s last wish, because his wife and daughter had never seen the real sea before their death. This was a regret he mentioned more than once, so he buried their ashes in Donghai City. .
Reuniting the family is the last thing the Bai family can do for the heavy burden.
"Grandpa Shen, if you are missing something down there, just tell me in your dream." Bai Hui wore sackcloth and wore mourning, her eyes blurred with tears as she cried.
Wang Zong was particularly moved when he saw it, and said to himself: "Old Shen, you have been worth your weight in the Bai family all these years. The Bai family really gambled on the fate of the family to pay homage to you..."
after all.
The trees fell and the hozens scattered.
There are not many wealthy families that can be as affectionate and righteous as the Bai family.
He ignored everyone and went straight to Master Bai Jiu. He said straight to the point: "I have a piece of information, please give it to Taoist Ye."
"oh?"
Bai Jiuye, who had red eyes, suddenly became alert: "President Wang, why don't you deliver it in person?"
"To be honest, I was forced by Du Jian to go to Daoist Ye's house, and I really didn't dare to disturb him..."
Wang Zong briefly recounted the matter and said with a complicated expression: "It can be considered as a gift from me to Lao Shen, so that you, the Bai family, and Taoist Ye can have more karma."
Bai Jiuye thought about the pros and cons.
After a while, he said respectfully: "President Wang, the Bai family has accepted your kindness. I will bring the news to Taoist Ye tomorrow."
"Um."
…
Blink the next day.
Ye Fan opened his eyes and found that Liu Yingying was not in the bed, and immediately gave a wry smile.
I've been too obsessed with Wenrouxiang lately.
Although he didn't do anything with Liu Yingying last night, he just held her in his arms and listened to the sound of rain and whispered, but Ye Fan, who had closed his five senses and consciousness, didn't even know when Liu Yingying woke up and left. It's deep sleep.
Sometimes the quality of sleep is too good, which is also a kind of distress.
"lazy!"
"Ye Wuxuan, you have been too lazy recently! Although there is a formation to protect this villa, what if the enemy comes to visit?"
Ye Fan severely criticized Ye Wuxuan.
After all, Ye Wuxuan's laziness has nothing to do with me, Ye Fan.
"I have to resume meditating and vomiting in the evening. Cultivation cannot be neglected. The early stage of the golden elixir has been completely stabilized, and it is necessary to break through to the middle stage as soon as possible."
While Ye Fan was thinking about it.
A soul passed through the wall and entered the master bedroom. It was Dongfang Yuan with a beautiful face and a white dress, floating like a fairy.
When she saw that Mark was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, she immediately reached out to cover her eyes and said shyly: "Master, you...why are you acting like a gangster!"
"..."
Ye Fan was speechless for a long time.
Please, this is my room, and your finger joints are too exposed and cannot be covered, okay?
Ye Fan put on his Taoist robe in a second and said calmly: "Go out and knock on the door."
"……oh."
Dongfang Yuan went out through the wall and simulated a knock on the door: "Dong dong dong, master, master, this slave is Yuan'er, can you come in?"
"Enter."
Dongfang Yuan entered the master bedroom and asked, "Master, the eldest wife and the second wife went out in the morning. They——"
Ye Fan interrupted: "Stop it, what a big wife and second wife, Liu Yiyi is just my sister-in-law!"
"Then the slave is the second wife?"
Dongfang Yuan said happily.
Ye Fan suddenly realized something and asked: "Dongfang Yuan, in what year did you die? It is not popular in modern times to call me Mrs."
"One or three years."
"2013?"
"No, 1913."
"...You can be my grandma's age now, so don't keep thinking about those messy things. Besides, people and ghosts have different paths!"
"But, isn't it normal for a monk to have three wives and four concubines? Although the slave family is a soul, Master, you are a pure Yang body, so you can touch the slave family."
"Fairy, you want to suck my manhood, right?"
"..."
