Canglan shook his abacus and raised his head and said, "I have told them to speed up a long time ago, everything is under control."

Hai Yu also said: "Everything is going well and you can take action at any time."

Jun Yi turned around and bowed to me: "Miss, what do you mean..."

I pondered for a moment and said, "There is nothing I can do. It's a long night and a lot of dreams. I can only stabilize the dragon soul as soon as possible. But my bloodline..."

Yu Zhu stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Miss, since the Dragon Soul has appeared twice to save your life, it is to recognize you as your master. Otherwise, how could he show up easily with the Dragon Soul's arrogance? But what I am worried about is that with Miss Xiao's strength, if she really inherits the Murong family, there will be danger."

"Danger means..." I frowned and asked softly.

Yu Zhu replied: "On the one hand, this danger refers to the forces that covet Murong's family. Whether it is a shopping mall or a river, it is a place where peace cannot be achieved for a moment. If the young lady inherits the Murong family, she will stand at the forefront and become the arrow of the crowd. Furthermore, to inherit the Murong family, she must hold a sacrificial ceremony for the dragon soul and climb a mountain to worship the sky. In order to get the recognition of the dragon soul and obtain the ability given by the dragon soul. Only by obtaining this ability can she be regarded as being recognized by the dragon soul and using the power of the dragon soul. But..."

"Just what?"

"But, the power of the dragon soul is extraordinary after all. People who possess the dragon soul and can use their power are almost half-immortal bodies, and other magics have no effect in front of them. However, this half-immortal body can also enhance the magic power of the demon immortals, so if the little lady inherits the dragon soul at this time, it may cause disaster." Yu Zhu was full of worries.

"I understand what you mean. With my current strength, ordinary monsters are fine, but if I encounter vampires or something, I'm afraid even protecting myself will be a problem. Since that's the case, it is necessary to improve my strength as soon as possible during the period before inheriting Murong Qian." I tapped the table with my fingers and said while thinking.

The four of them looked at each other, a little surprised and relieved. The young lady's firmness and decisiveness really made the four of them feel much more at ease. They thought that in the face of such a heavy burden, this girl who was less than fifteen years old would be afraid and timid, but they didn't expect that she could be so firm and so calm. But they didn't know that the teenage girl's body was pretending to be a soul in her twenties. Those almost forgotten memories left to her were tenacity and strength.

Because there is no support, it can only grow firmly, just like the poplars that always stand on the Gobi Desert.

If you want to improve your strength, practical combat is the best and fastest way. So, at night, I and some people from the Yu family went everywhere to eliminate monsters, and while increasing their practical experience, they also cleared the environment. However, most of the people I encountered were inconspicuous little monsters, so the results were very little.

When I was walking to the school gate yawning that day, an extended luxury car stopped in front of me. I was stunned and thought, it seemed that I had not been stopped by a car for a long time. I thought that after solving the problem of the Ito family, no other family would come to me directly.

The person who walked out of the car looked familiar, and it was the butler of the Jibu family. He came to me and said respectfully: "Miss Murong, my old man wants to invite you to have a cup of tea."

"Oh...drink tea!" I raised my eyebrows and deliberately made the tail sound long. I thought to myself: Finally, I have come. I have to doubt whether he really intends to throw Jibu outside.

In the car, I sent an email to Jibu, but he didn't return. The car stopped in front of a luxurious teahouse. Sure enough, I came to have tea.

The fragrance of tea in the room made people feel happy. Grandpa Jibu sat leisurely in the most advanced private room and savored the tea freshly brewed by the tea art master. The butler took me to the door and rewarded me with his own voice. I kept smiling and saluted respectfully at the door.

Grandpa Jibu finished drinking the tea in the tea bowl, gently put it down, then looked up and said, "Come in! Come and sit in. The tea in this restaurant is very good."

I walked into the room, sat down and said with a smile: "Grandpa Jibu said it would be good."

Grandpa Jibu laughed twice, waved his hand, and asked the tea artist to make a cup of tea for me and put it in front of me. Japanese tea art is slightly different from the current Chinese tea art. The current tea art in China is slightly different, but it is quite similar to the way I ate it in the Southern Song Dynasty. They are all crushed into powder and then mixed with boiling water to form a viscous porridge. During the Song Dynasty, this was called eating tea.

I picked up the tea bowl and looked at the tea in the bowl. I took a sip and felt the fragrance remained on my lips and teeth.

"What do you think?" Grandpa Jibu asked with a smile, as if he asked me to come this time, but he was just drinking tea.

"It's really good tea, and the skills of making tea are also very good." I commented sincerely.

"Thank you very much for your appreciation!" The tea artist who made tea for me listened to my evaluation and bowed to me.

At this time, Grandpa Jibu was brewed with his second cup of tea and was holding a tea bowl to taste it. Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the tranquility of the room.

Grandpa Jibu stopped to look at me, but his eyes did not show any displeasure. There was a smile on his face, which made people unable to guess his emotions at this moment.

I glanced at the screen of my phone and smiled and said, "Grandpa Jibu, I'm sorry, can I answer a call? It was called by Jibu Jun!" As I said that, I turned the screen of my phone to Jibu Grandpa Jibu.

"You informed Jingwu?" Grandpa Jibu picked up the tea bowl and continued to drink tea. The wide sleeves and tea bowls raised blocked his expression.

"Yes, since it's something related to him, I think he has the right to know, so I notified him." I answered calmly.

Grandpa Jibu laughed and asked, "How do you know that I came out for Jingwu this time? Can't you just ask you to come out and have a cup of tea with me? Besides, you girl has been restless recently."

I also smiled and replied, "Grandpa Jibu wants to ask me to accompany you for tea, so Murong Ziyun is naturally willing to accompany you at any time. Besides, I have never been a stable person, and it is not a matter of one or two days to show off. But I think, I believe that Grandpa Jibu has always been aware of how he has been after leaving the Jibu family. Now that the famous sword competition is about to come, and the famous sword duel has just appeared, no one knows what kind of variables will be in this famous sword competition. At this time, it would not be a wise move to allow the only descendant of the Jibu Consortium to be out."

Grandpa Jibu laughed and said, "You are indeed an interesting girl."

At this time, the first call from Jibu was automatically hung up as early as when we were talking, but he immediately called the second one. Just as the second call was about to hang up, Jibu Grandpa finally waved his hand and said, "Come on, I don't want him to rush over and say I'm bullying you."

My mouth twitched, what are these words? And the corners of my eyes with a smile, no matter how I read it, I feel that there is an article in Grandpa Jibu's words. Is it my illusion? As expected, all the accomplished old people have become selves.

As soon as the phone was connected, Jibu started yelling in a hurry and asked me in a series of ways where I was, what I was doing, and if I was doing it.

"Well, I'm drinking tea with your grandfather now, right in the private room at the teahouse... How about it? It tastes good, your grandfather has a good taste... It's not this, then what are you asking... How is it possible? Your grandfather is not a monster, and even if it's a monster, I'm not afraid... Hey, I said you are the eldest master at least, can't you calm down... Now? The atmosphere is very good now, we're drinking tea... Then I'll ask your grandfather."

I turned my head to Grandpa Jibu and asked, "Jibu said he was coming, what do you think?"

Grandpa Jibu tasted the tea with a pleasant smile and said casually: "If he wants to come, let him come, just like you said, he has the right to know."

"Yes, I understand." Turning back, he rushed to the phone and said, "Your grandpa agrees, come here!"

Two completely different tones made a cold sweat fall on the forehead of the phone, which was so clear that the phone was heard. However, now is not the time to care about such trivial matters. I stopped a taxi and went straight to the teahouse where my grandfather often went.

Here, Grandpa Jibu also changed his attitude towards the little girl in front of him. Although Murong was respectful in front of him, from the tone of her phone call with Jibu, she did regard Jibu as a friend, not because he was the heir of the Jibu family. When he first learned that she had notified Jingwu, he thought she was worried that she would make things difficult for her, so he asked Jingwu to support her. Unexpectedly...

Thinking of the tone of Murong and Jibu talking, the corners of Grandpa Jibu's mouth kept rising. His grandson has been so proud that he was arrogant since he was a child. This girl is probably the first person who dared to treat such a casual and indifferent attitude since Jingwu grew up.

Their grandson's eyes were indeed gorgeous enough. The smiling old man thought happily.

After another cup of tea, the housekeeper knocked on the door of the private room. After receiving the approval, the door opened. The Transcript adjusted his clothes, adjusted his breathing, and bowed at the door: "Grandpa!"

Then as soon as he looked up, he saw Murong sitting down, drinking tea leisurely, while his grandfather was sitting in the main seat, with a rare smile on his lips. Why is this... different from what he thought? Moreover, it was a little too far behind, which made him unable to react.

His eyes moved and he looked at Murong: "Isn't it okay?"

I raised my eyebrows: "What can I do if I drink some tea?"

Grandpa Jibu pretended not to see the eye contact between the two, waved his hand and let Jibu sit down. He took a sip of tea and moistened his throat, and said, "Jingwu has arrived, so I'll just say it."

When I saw that I was finally about to get to the point, I put the tea bowl in my hand, sat upright and listened carefully. Jibu looked at me in confusion, and also sat upright and looked at Jibu Grandpa.
Chapter completed!