Shu Guan stepped onto the gangway and walked towards the deck above.
As he walked, he looked down at the black badge in his hand.
Only then did he see clearly that there were dark lines on the front of the badge. These dark lines formed the pattern of a giant fish.
Shu Guan knew this kind of giant fish and had seen it in the classics of Shanjiguan Taoist Pavilion.
This is Kun!
Then Shu Guan turned the badge over and saw a number engraved on the back: eight hundred and seven.
This is your own secret order badge.
This is an iron badge that looks very ordinary. Shu Guan didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations on the badge, so it shouldn't be a magic weapon.
But Shu Guan also knew that this badge was anything but ordinary.
Because of what the elegant middle-aged man said just now.
"When you receive this badge, this badge only belongs to you."
Then this badge must have established a connection with himself in a special form.
However, Shu Guan didn't know what this special form was.
In addition, the elegant middle-aged man just said something else that also caused Shu Guan to think deeply.
That is, this badge cannot be lost. Once lost, it will not be reissued, and the Secret Order will no longer recognize you as their member.
As a practitioner, would you accidentally lose something?
The answer is actually no.
Because as long as you attach your own spiritual power to an item, even if it is accidentally lost, you can quickly find it.
Therefore, when a practitioner loses an item, there are only two possibilities, that is, he does not care about the item at all, or he throws it away on his own initiative.
The hidden meaning of this rule of the Esoteric Order is already obvious:
If you don't care about me, then I don't care about you either.
At the beginning, Shu Guan heard the description of this secret cult from Yang Ruijun, which gave him the feeling that this secret cult was a very casual and loose organization. Could it even be called a real secret cult? The meaning of organization is still open to question.
Of course, now it seems that this secret order is also very casual. Even if you lose the badge, it is just that you can no longer attend their gatherings. There seems to be no other consequences.
But Shu Guan's evaluation of this secret cult has completely changed.
I originally thought it was just a loose alliance of a group of middle and low-level practitioners, but now I have a vague feeling that this secret order is not that simple.
At least the people who organized this secret retreat were by no means simple, and they seemed to have extreme confidence in the secret retreat they organized.
Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun boarded the deck one after another, and the middle-aged elegant man came up behind them. After getting on the deck, the elegant man motioned to the two sailors on the side of the ship. Bring the gangway up.
Then he nodded towards Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun, and then walked towards the bow of the ship.
Shu looked at his back, thoughtfully.
This is a strong person in the fetal movement state.
However, Shu Guan could not determine which small realm in the Fetal Movement Realm it was. He could only feel that the strength of the spiritual energy fluctuations in this elegant middle-aged man and the sense of oppression it gave him were not as strong as those given to him by his master Li Zhixia. strong
But now Shu Guan also knows very well that sometimes the state of cultivation you see and feel is not the same thing as the true strength of a practitioner.
Just like myself.
"Is he the organizer of this secret order?"
Then Shu Guan asked Yang Ruijun in a low voice.
"I'm not very sure either. The last time my friend brought me here, I heard my friend call him Captain, but then at the trade fair, another person came out to host it."
Yang Ruijun shook his head and said.
The two of them were talking while walking towards the magnificent palace-like cabin on the deck.
"Who is that friend of yours?"
After hearing Yang Ruijun mention her cultivator friend so many times, Shu Guan finally asked curiously.
"Actually, he is a classmate of mine. By chance, we discovered that each other is a practitioner, and he knows more about the practice world than I do. He also brought things like this secret cult."
While talking, the two of them arrived at the palace-style cabin.
This is a circular arch-style entrance with dragon and phoenix patterns carved on it, full of ancient Dahua style.
And just when Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun were about to step into the arch, there was a long whistle, and the ship under their feet swayed slightly, and they saw the steel ship named "Beiming" slowly leaving the dock. , heading towards the sea.
Shu Guan looked back and then walked into the circular arch.
Behind the arch is an equally antique palace-like hall. It seems that there are nearly a hundred people inside, but it does not feel crowded.
The people in the hall are dressed in all kinds of ways. Of course, if they must be distinguished, they can be divided into two categories.
The first category is those who wear normal clothes without any covering on their faces. Such people account for about 60% of the people in the hall.
The other 40% covered themselves tightly, with various masks on their faces, or other things that obscured their appearance.
It seems that there are still many people who are unwilling to reveal their identities.
And among those who show their faces, perhaps some of them are not their real faces, just like myself and Yang Ruijun.
In the hall, it can be divided into three areas.
There is an area in the center of the hall, where there is a band of seven or eight people, either playing violin, piano, or saxophone.
These are middle-aged and elderly people in their 50s and 60s. They all have a calm and gentle temperament. They wear crisp tuxedos and are immersed in their own music with concentration.
Of course, they are all practitioners, and their realms range from the Qi Entrainment Stage to the First Consciousness Stage. One of them, an old man with gray hair who looks to be the oldest and plays the piano, is surprisingly a strong person in the Fetal Movement Stage.
In front of the band, there was a dance floor, and many people on the dance floor were hugging each other and dancing.
By the way, in Shencheng, it seems that everyone is really keen on dancing, and even practitioners have been contaminated by this trend.
The dancers on the dance floor are also very interesting. For example, there is a man wearing a pig head mask, but he is dancing with an extremely beautiful female practitioner, and the two dance in perfect harmony.
In this hall, whether it is those who reveal their identities or those who choose to hide their identities, it does not prevent them from getting along harmoniously.
On the left side of the hall, the lights are slightly dimmed. There is a Western Continental-style bar. The cabinets against the wall are filled with various Western Continental drinks. Inside the circular bar, there are two bartenders, one male and one male. The women are all young, the men are handsome, and the women are beautiful.
They are also practitioners.
There are many sofas around the bar, and a dozen people are sitting here and there, drinking and chatting.
On the right side of the hall, there are billiard tables, mahjong tables, and several gambling tables. The largest number of people are there, playing billiards, playing mahjong, and gambling. Although the sound is noisy, And they don’t interfere with each other.
He even saw a thin middle-aged man in a gray suit, holding a stack of business cards, walking through the hall, and politely giving a business card to everyone he met.
Shu Guan turned his eyes and took in a panoramic view of the scene in the hall, and then he was silent for a moment.
...NN's, this is team building...
It was the first time Shu Guan saw such a gathering of practitioners.
But maybe this is what’s really called a party.
Yang Ruijun's eyes were also scanning the hall, as if she was looking for someone. Soon she pulled Shuguan's sleeve, pointed to the bar area, and said to Shuguan:
"That classmate of mine is right over there, let's go over and say hello!"
Shu Guan looked in the direction of her finger and saw a young man in his early twenties sitting on the bar. He was handsome and elegant, wearing a white shirt and trousers. He ordered a cocktail and sat there with a slight expression on his face. Conflicted and excited.
It was obvious that the young man seemed to want to talk to the female bartender at the bar, but he hesitated and didn't seem to know how to speak.
The young man's cultivation level was much inferior to that of Yang Ruijun, and he was only in the Qi-entraining stage.
"Then let's go there!"
Then Shu Guan said with a smile.
This was Yang Ruijun's second time to attend a gathering of this secret cult, and his understanding of the place was not much different from his own. Shu Guan really wanted to have someone familiar with this place who could help them understand some of the situation.
Then the two of them walked towards the bar.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, but it was the thin middle-aged man that Shu watched just now, handing out business cards to everyone.
"You two, wait a moment."
The thin middle-aged man stood in front of the two of them with a smile on his face.
Shu Guan glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise. Just now, he saw this man chatting with people in the casino area, and he actually came to him and Yang Ruijun in the blink of an eye.
The problem is that I didn't see clearly how this person came here.
This middle-aged man has a long and narrow horse face, small eyebrows, and two wisps of rat-like beard above the corners of his mouth. His body is filled with a philistine atmosphere.
But something strange is that such a person does not make people feel particularly annoying, perhaps because the smile on his face is so humble and polite.
"I, Wang Maorong, today is my first time to join our secret order, number 806."
"This is my business card. I have opened a pharmacy over there on Baoshan Street. It is a pharmacy specially opened for us practitioners."
The skinny middle-aged man who called himself Wang Maorong whispered mysteriously.
"In my pharmacy, there are all kinds of miraculous medicines. Whether you are injured by Taoism, have problems with your practice, or want to improve your cultivation, there is always a suitable miraculous medicine to choose from in my Maorong Hall. "
"If you two need anything, you can come to my store and have a look."
As he spoke, the thin middle-aged man bent down and politely handed a business card to Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun respectively.
Shu Guan really didn't expect that at such a gathering of practitioners, he would actually meet the kind of salesman who distributed literature on the street in his previous life.
The question is, if a practitioner who is at least acquainted with the Eight-Level Tower for the first time hands you a business card so humbly and politely, will you accept it?
Shu Guan felt that he could not refuse.
He also extended his hands politely, took the business card from the hand of the thin middle-aged man, and said sincerely:
"As long as there is a need, I will definitely come to your store to have a look."
"Okay, okay, okay, as long as you come to the store with this business card, I will definitely get a discount on the price."
Wang Maorong smiled and cupped his hands, and then continued to hand out business cards in the evening.
Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun continued to walk towards the bar.
"Cai Shijiang."
Arriving at the bar, Yang Ruijun raised his hand and said hello to the young man in a white shirt.
The young man turned his head and saw Yang Ruijun standing next to him, and his eyes suddenly filled with surprise.
At the same time, he looked a little confused.
"Excuse me, are you..."
A young man named Cai Shijiang asked Yang Ruijun with a red face and bewildered.
"I am Yang Ruijun."
The young man groaned and understood immediately, and then quickly stood up from the chair.
"It turns out to be Classmate Yang. Haha, why did you draw a different face today? It's actually more beautiful than your original appearance."
It can be seen that the young man is looking at Yang Ruijun with deep admiration in his eyes. Is it just what he said...
What a straight man of steel!
Shu glanced at Cai Shijiang and sighed in his heart, I'm afraid it won't be easy for this guy to find a girlfriend.
At this time, Cai Shijiang also looked at Shu Guan.
When he first saw Shu Guan's face, a trace of shame and unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.
However, he may have realized something immediately, and his expression quickly returned to his natural state.
"This is my classmate Cai Shijiang, and this is..."
Yang Ruijun started the introduction for the two of them, but Shu Guan immediately interrupted.
"I am number 807."
He said to Cai Shijiang with a smile.
Cai Shijiang was slightly startled, but he didn't seem to care much. At this party, some people who didn't want to reveal their identities did use their membership numbers to socialize with others.
"Classmate Yang, and this...Mr. 807, please sit down."
"What do you want to drink? The drinks here are free."
Cai Shijiang introduced it this way.
Shu Guan thought that the benefits of this secret order were really good.
But thinking about it, the wool always comes from the sheep. Just like those big factories in the previous life, no matter how high the welfare benefits for employees are, it is always 996 worked out by the employees themselves.
It’s just that we still don’t know how this secret order benefits from its members.
At this time, the beautiful bartender at the bar also came over. She first glanced at Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun. When her eyes fell on Shu Guan's face, she seemed to be dazed for a moment.
However, after feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations on Shu Guan's face, her eyes immediately returned to normal.
But she still had a sweet smile on her face.
"You two, would you like something to drink."
Let me explain the updates in the past two days.
It is indeed relatively small. Because of the Asian Games, the work tasks are relatively heavy and there is no rest on weekends. I am also working overtime today and will be the same tomorrow.
I wrote this chapter after get off work, it was really too late, otherwise you know I would not have broken it out of context so badly.
I have to take leave tomorrow, so there will still be fewer updates in the next week. I will use all the two days of rest this month next week.
As for next week, my work rhythm will return to normal. In short, the total volume of 150,000 words per month will not be reduced.
(End of chapter)
