"Okay, here we are."
I don’t know how long has passed, it seems like just a few minutes, but it also seems like an extremely long period of time.
The young fortune teller's voice finally sounded in Yang Ruijun's ears, and the feeling of speed disappeared at the same time.
So Yang Ruijun opened his eyes.
In front of them is the roaring river, and they are now standing next to a pier on the riverside.
This is the North Bund Pier, which is also where Yang Ruijun told Shu Guan just now.
North Bund Pier is one of the largest terminals in Shanghai, more than 20 miles away from Duolun Lane.
Yang Ruijun raised his wrist to see how much time had passed.
But there was still nothing in her eyes.
"Take off the talisman first."
Shu Guan, who had already appeared, said with a smile.
Yang Ruijun hurriedly relied on his memory, reached out and took off the talisman from his chest, and then watched his figure slowly emerge.
The time displayed on the watch was only two minutes after we set off.
Yang Ruijun's chest rose and fell violently several times, and then his expression became extremely excited.
Although I was scared to death just now, looking back now, the feeling of running so fast and like I was in the clouds was really exciting.
"Mr. Shu, you are so awesome!"
Yang Ruijun sincerely praised Shu Guan.
Although she has been practicing for nearly twenty years, Yang Ruijun, who has truly entered the spiritual world recently, felt the magic and incredibleness of other Taoisms for the first time. The shock she experienced at this time was not much weaker than that of ordinary mortals. .
"Ms. Yang, where is your party?"
Shu Guan, on the other hand, looked around and then asked this question.
Just now Yang Ruijun just said that he should come to this dock, but he did not say where the specific meeting place was.
At about nine o'clock in the evening, the North Bund Pier is still brightly lit. In the cargo ship area, many ships are still unloading and loading cargo. The tall lighthouse on the river bank guides late-night ships to dock in the port.
However, on this side of the passenger ferry area, there are much fewer people. There is only one ship on the shore with lights on.
Yang Ruijun came back to his senses, pointed to the ship with the lights on, and said to Shu Guan:
"On that ship."
"On the ship?"
Shu Guan raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, our party is held on the boat. At nine o'clock, the boat will set sail on time, cruise the river at night, and then dock at Zhabei Pier in the morning."
Yang Ruijun smiled and explained:
"And there are dance floor receptions, song and dance performances, and casinos on the ship. You don't have to attend the trade fair. It's totally fine to just come to the ship for a night of fun and get to know other practitioners."
This is quite interesting.
Shu Guan also participated in such a private gathering of practitioners in Jingcheng, but in the gathering of practitioners in Yinle City, everyone just sat in a room and each said what they wanted to trade, or Get the help you want, plain and simple.
But this opportunity for practitioners in Shanghai is more like a social party.
It seems that the way a practitioner behaves will also be affected by the atmosphere of the city where he lives.
But then, Shu Guan suddenly reacted and noticed one of Yang Ruijun's words just now.
...get to know other practitioners?
What does it mean?
"... Don't you all attend parties without hiding your appearance and identity? For example, wear a mask or something."
So Shu Guan asked in surprise.
You must know that at this kind of gathering of practitioners that he knows, everyone is very wary of each other, and almost no one is willing to reveal their usual identity.
"Some people do this, but there are also people who directly attend the gathering with their true appearance and identity. It is up to you to decide whether you want to attend the gathering of the Esoteric Order with your true identity. The last time I attended, I saw Someone is introducing his or her name and identity in public."
"But when I participated last time, I listened to my friend's advice and said that if you don't have a certain level of strength, you should hide your identity and appearance at the beginning. But I didn't expect that I would be followed in the end."
Yang Ruijun said with some fear.
The more Shu Guan listened, the more surprised he became. How could there be such a casual gathering of practitioners.
...But I can't be so casual...
"I will not attend this party with my true appearance and identity."
Then Shu Guan frowned and said this.
His identity as "Shu Xingyun" cannot be known to others as a practitioner, and if he meets someone from the Seven Immortals Alliance or the Fan family, even his identity as "Swallow" may be exposed.
"Is there anything on the ship that can hide your identity?"
Like the gathering of practitioners he attended in Yinle City before. Before the gathering, Yinle City specially provided cloaks and masks, and those cloaks and masks were not ordinary things, and they were equipped with special magic arrays. It prevents other people from prying through Taoism.
"No, if you want to hide your identity, you have to prepare yourself before boarding the ship."
Yang Ruijun shook his head and said.
Shu Guan hesitated for a moment. It might be too late to make temporary preparations now, so should he not attend this party?
At this time, he saw Yang Ruijun making a strange move.
Yang Ruijun seemed to take something out of her pocket, but the problem was that her hand still looked empty.
Then she flexed her fingers and held them empty, a dozen centimeters away from her face, and turned her wrist slightly, as if she was painting.
At first, Shu looked at it without knowing why, but he quickly came to his senses.
Yang Ruijun took out her "pen" that others couldn't see, and then drew something on her face.
The next moment, something even more surprising happened to Shu Guan.
That's when Yang Ruijun's appearance began to slowly change, and soon he became a completely different person.
Of course, she is also an extremely beautiful young woman.
Yang Ruijun was originally a very beautiful woman, but her facial features still had some flaws, such as the bridge of her nose was not very straight and her eyes were slightly elongated.
But now on Yang Ruijun's face, all the deficiencies in her original facial features have changed, turning into a woman who can't find any faults and is extremely perfect.
Shu Guan stared at all this with his mouth open, and only three words flashed through his mind.
Plastic surgery!
After about two or three minutes, Yang Ruijun finally finished drawing his appearance, then put down his arms and smiled at Shu Guan. He was so beautiful.
Of course, this beauty is somewhat illusory.
As long as you are a practitioner, you can still sense the spiritual power flowing slightly on Yang Ruijun's face at this time, and know that this is just an illusion, but if the purpose is to hide your appearance, that is enough.
Although the Taoist skills practiced by Yang Ruijun have little combat ability, they are quite wonderful.
She just praised herself for being so powerful, but she didn't realize how powerful she was.
"Mr. Shu, it's your turn now."
Yang Ruijun raised his arm again, smiled and said to Shu Guan:
"What kind of person does Mr. Shu want to become?"
"You can draw whatever you want..."
Anyway, from Shu Wang's point of view, this is just a more sophisticated "mask" to hide one's identity, so it doesn't matter what it looks like, as long as others cannot see one's true appearance.
Yang Ruijun thought for a while, then stood up on tiptoes, took an invisible pen, and began to draw on Shu Guan's face.
At this time, the two people's bodies were very close. The fragrance of Yang Ruijun's body was transmitted into Shu Guan's nose, and that beautiful face was also very close in front of his eyes.
Although he knew that this face was illusory, Shu Guan still closed his eyes in embarrassment.
"The false appearance I painted can last for about a day and will dissipate on its own. However, if you want to dissipate it early, you can just use your spiritual power and walk around your face to restore your original appearance."
"Whether I wash my face or rub it, it will not destroy the fake face I painted."
Yang Ruijun whispered to Shu Guan while painting.
Shu Guan just said "Oh" and said nothing. He was currently busy suppressing his boiling pure Yang spiritual power.
And this process, which was hard to tell whether it was enjoyment or suffering, lasted for about five minutes before it ended.
Shu Guan didn't know why Yang Ruijun gave him nearly twice as much time to paint as he did to her.
If he opened his eyes now, he could see Yang Ruijun's wrists and even his whole body trembling slightly, and his beautiful eyes were full of nervousness and shyness.
"alright."
Hearing Yang Ruijun's voice in his ear, Shu Guan finally breathed a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
After opening his eyes, he found that Yang Ruijun's face was still in front of him, staring at his face carefully. Seeing Shu Guan suddenly opening his eyes, Yang Ruijun quickly took a step back, with an expression on his face like a frightened deer. So moving.
It is said that the virtual face drawn by Yang Ruijun with that pen can still clearly show the changes in a person's expression.
"alright?"
Shu Guan rubbed his cheek and asked again as if to resolve everyone's embarrassment.
"alright."
Yang Ruijun nodded vigorously, looking at Shu Guan's face with an extremely satisfied expression, and his eyes seemed to be in a trance.
Shu Guan didn't know what she had turned into, but Shu Guan didn't care.
Then Yang Ruijun raised his hand to look at the time and exclaimed:
"In three minutes, the ship will leave."
"And as soon as the time limit expires, no one can get on the ship again."
So the two of them hurriedly ran towards the ship with the lights on.
While running in Shuguan, he let go of the secret technique of concentrating Qi, allowing his true state to be revealed.
Of course, it’s just a realm.
At the same time, Jiang Shui lifted up the hem of his suit, revealing the white Boloni pistol stuck in his waist.
That was when he left Jingcheng. The pistol specially made for him by his fourth senior brother Qiu Yang, coupled with those special spiritual bullets, was enough to kill any practitioner in the first realm of consciousness.
This is the "personality" that Shuguan is temporarily preparing to use to contact the practitioners in Shencheng.
A practitioner who has just met the second level building, but possesses a powerful magical weapon pistol, and has overwhelming strength in the realm of first acquaintance.
Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun ran to the brightly lit ship.
This is a white steel ship with a hull of over a hundred meters long. It seems to be a modified warship. But above the deck, there is a huge antique wooden pavilion in a Chinese style. On the river shrouded in night Above, the neon lights flood the ground, and the waves and shadows float, like a glorious water palace.
In the pavilion, there are many figures, and melodious orchestral music can be heard from inside, which can be heard clearly even on the dock.
On the white hull, the three characters "Beiming" were painted in red paint.
In front of the gangway at the bow of the ship, stood a mature and elegant middle-aged man wearing a white Western-style uniform. He was raising his hand to look at the watch on his wrist. When Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun ran to him, This elegant middle-aged man smiled and said to the two of them:
"In the last half minute, if you arrive half a minute later, my Beiming will set sail."
"Sorry, Mr. Captain, but we still made it."
Yang Ruijun smiled and said to the elegant middle-aged man, and at the same time stretched out her palm. In her palm, there was a black badge in the shape of a six-pointed star.
The elegant middle-aged man first glanced at the faces of Yang Ruijun and Shu Guan, then looked at the badge, raised his hand and said:
"You can go up."
Then he looked at Shu Guan.
"Mr. Captain, he is my friend. He is here for the first time, so he does not have the badge of our secret order."
Yang Ruijun explained quickly.
The middle-aged elegant man said oh, and then took out a black badge that was the same as Yang Ruijun's from the pocket of his straight white uniform, and handed it to Shu Guan.
"Welcome to the gathering of our secret order, and congratulations on becoming the eight hundred and seventh member of our secret order."
Shu Guan took the black badge in confusion.
Have you become a member of this secret order?
Isn't this a bit hasty?
Don't ask about your name, don't ask about your origin, don't ask about anything, just let yourself join the club?
This is really a very casual organization...
The elegant middle-aged man looked at the expression on Shu Guan's face, smiled slightly, and then said something to Shu Guan in a very serious tone.
"I hope this new member can keep this badge well, because our secret order will only issue the badge once to a person."
"So what if I accidentally lose this badge?"
Shu Guan couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Then you are no longer a member of the Secret Order, and can never be one again."
The middle-aged man still said with an elegant smile on his face.
When Shu Guan heard this, his heart was inexplicably shuddered.
Then, he asked another question in a very serious tone.
"Then what if I lend this badge to someone else?"
"When you receive this badge, this badge belongs only to you. No one can impersonate the Secret Order's badge."
The elegant middle-aged man said in an extremely confident tone.
"Okay, sir, please get on the boat first!"
"My Bei Ming is about to set sail."
(End of chapter)
