Xiang Que left for Malaysia three days after arriving at Jingci Temple in Tianshan.
But two days before Xiangque's departure, after a flight from Beijing to Malaysia landed, a figure that looked like a javelin walked down the ramp.
The figure was alone, with a pair of wide sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He had nothing and no luggage. He was wearing ordinary casual clothes and walked at a leisurely pace.
Logically speaking, this posture should look very ordinary and not attract attention, but since this person walked down the ramp and entered the airport hall, many people looked sideways at him, most of whom were members of the opposite sex.
"Da da da, da da da" behind this figure, a woman wearing high heels, a short skirt and a long gown with her hair pulled up trotted over quickly carrying a boarding case.
"Hey, wait a minute," the woman behind the figure hurriedly called out.
The man wearing sunglasses paused, put one hand in his pocket and adjusted the glasses on his nose with the other hand, and asked: "Call me?"
When he spoke, it seemed as if the whole world had become sunny. He smiled and his teeth were as white as a spring breeze.
The woman carrying the boarding case bit her lip and her face turned red. She actually shook her body quite coyly, and then she said in a voice like a mosquito: "Um, just now, I was sitting with you on the plane just now.
Next to it, do you remember?"
"After getting on the plane, you ordered a glass of water and only ate two slices of oatmeal bread during the flight. During the three-hour flight, you seemed to be looking out the window for half of the time?"
"Actually, he was looking at you," the woman muttered in her heart, but then she became excited and excited, because the man with glasses clearly showed that he was paying attention to her.
"Can you add me on WeChat or give me a phone number?" The beautiful woman blinked her big, tender eyes and looked at the man with glasses expectantly.
"Okay, come on, please remember..." The man with glasses didn't hesitate, and quickly blasted out a string of phone numbers. After speaking, he nodded lightly, and then walked out of the airport.
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The beautiful woman carrying the suitcase immediately activated her brain, which was almost as powerful as a dual-core processor, and tried her best to memorize the eleven numbers reported by the man, and quickly entered them into her mobile phone after he left.
Outside the airport, the bespectacled man dressed lightly got into a pure black Rolls-Royce waiting outside, and the car drove away from the airport towards Kuala Lumpur.
That night, the woman at the airport was in a five-star hotel in Kuala Lumpur. After washing herself, she was wearing a white nightgown. She was holding a glass of top-quality red wine produced by Boer Winery in her left hand and an Apple Plus in her right hand. The screen of her mobile phone showed
There is a string of phone numbers, and the remark of the number is four characters.
"Excellent handsome guy"
A minute later, the woman raised her head and drained the red wine from the glass and pressed the dial button. A few seconds passed. Thousands of miles away in Beijing, on the 100th floor of the China World Trade Center Phase 3, Zhang Yan answered the phone and spoke softly.
One sound.
The woman in the hotel suddenly looked confused. After several greetings appeared on the phone, she said reluctantly: "Sorry, I, I dialed the wrong number."
Hanging up the phone in a hurry, the woman threw the phone on the bed angrily: "This must be glass, comrade, it is curved, yes, it must be curved..."
In the third phase of China World Trade Center, Zhang Yan put down her cell phone quite casually and without any surprise. In the past few years, her chances of receiving wrong calls were several percentage points higher than those of ordinary people, and the wrong calls were almost always from young women.
There was nothing she could do about it, there was a man beside her who was so stunning that every time he was harassed by a strange woman, he ended up calling Zhang Yan's number.
Two days later, at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport in Malaysia, Xiang Que and Qing Ling got into a taxi bound for the city.
Qing Ling looked at the man sitting next to her quietly. She remembered that the first time she met him was on the Qilian Mountains. At that time, this young man was high-spirited and had the air of a teenager in his every move.
A year later, when I met him again, there was a touch of vicissitudes and hesitation. Instead of being young and frivolous, what was left was a stubble on his face and a lonely look.
Xiang Que didn't seem to notice the watching eyes next to him. After the taxi entered Kuala Lumpur city, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
After the call was connected, a middle-aged man's voice came out: "Who is this?"
"Hello, Mr. Cai, my surname is Xiang, and I have arrived in Kuala Lumpur now."
"Oh, is it Mr. Xiang?" The person on the phone asked in surprise: "So fast?"
"Things were a bit urgent, so I came here in a hurry," Xiang Que said.
"Okay, then I'll tell you the address, and you can just come and find me."
An hour later, the taxi entered a wealthy area in Kuala Lumpur. According to the address given by the man on the phone, the taxi finally stopped outside a three-story villa.
"Bang!" Xiang Que and Qing Ling got out of the car and closed the door. A man in his forties, dressed in white, was waiting at the door of the villa.
"Hello, Mr. Xiang, hello," the person at the door said hello to Xiang Que with clasped hands and a salute.
Xiang Que smiled politely, stretched out his hand and shook the other person's hand.
"Please come in, please come in"
In the villa, Cai Xili brought Xiang Que and Qing Ling into the living room. After ordering the servants to serve tea, the three of them were left in the living room.
After drinking a cup of tea, Cai Xili asked with emotion: "Are you from Gujing Temple?"
"My master said that I was an old acquaintance with you many years ago. I have something important to do when I come to Malaysia this time, so I asked you to contact you as soon as possible."
"This is what it should be. If it weren't for Gujing Temple, I might not be able to sit here right now. It's a gift from reconstruction."
The two sides exchanged polite greetings, but Xiang Que gradually lost his patience and took the initiative to bring up the topic.
"Master said, Mr. Cai is the head-dressing master in Malaysia?"
"Haha, it's just a name"
Xiang Que then asked: "To be honest, I came to Malaysia because a relative suffered from a head-reducing technique and there has been no solution, so I hope to come to Malaysia to find a solution."
"Uh-huh" Cai Xili asked with a startled look: "You've been hit by the head-lowering spell? With all due respect, even if you've been hit by the head-lowering spell, you might not be able to solve it with your ancient well temple methods, right? It's not that we belittle ourselves, the head-lowering spell
After all, it is a minor path, and even in China it may not be accepted by orthodox eyes. I am a head-lowering master myself, and I also know that most of the head-lowering techniques are not that powerful, even if they are not head-lowering masters.
It’s possible to unravel”
Xiang Que pursed his lips and said, "What if it's not the vast majority of head-lowering techniques? What about a small number of them?"
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