"Giggle...you're not even afraid of my dad, but you're still afraid of Buddha?" the girl's quirky laughter came out.
"Hey, little goblin, don't try to seduce the little monk with your beauty."
"Xian'er, do you think my uncle would beat me to death if he knew that my precious daughter had been kidnapped by me?"
"I don't know, maybe, I'll beat him half to death, right?" the girl laughed foolishly.
"So serious? That won't work. My cousin has to get it back from you."
"Ah..." the girl exclaimed sadly, which quickly turned into a mournful cry.
A room full of spring water, charming and moaning.
The middle-aged monk carrying freshly brewed Yunwu tea passed by the door and closed the open wooden door with a smile on his face, calm and calm.
...
Late at night in the Chen family mansion, the villa where Chen Xuanjun lives is brightly lit.
Hongyu was cooking supper in the kitchen, and Chen Xuanjun, who was wearing pajamas, was absentmindedly playing Go with the old traitor from the Taoist sect.
He held the chess piece in one hand and a cigarette in the other, his eyes glazed over for a long time.
The old Taoist priest yawned and said, "What? Are you still upset about the boy from the Bai family breaking his word?"
"He asked us to give up the fight for the fate of the True Phoenix, but he secretly teamed up with Li Muzi from Buddhism to intercept him halfway."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, after all, you are young and frivolous, but you are brave and knowledgeable, and you almost succeeded."
"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that a mysterious old man pops up. I don't know who he is, but he is a powerful man with a powerful force rarely seen in the world."
"As a result, the Buddhist Yun Sect was in great misfortune. Four elders each died."
"Fortunately we didn't participate, otherwise many experts wouldn't be able to come back."
The old Taoist priest was overjoyed and said: "From this point of view, we have to thank Bai Nanxian. Without his duplicity, we would have suffered heavy losses."
Chen Xuanjun was amused by the old magician's words. He put aside the anger he felt because of Bai Nanxian and responded with a smile: "According to this, we do have to thank the young master of the Yun Sect."
"Really?" The old Taoist priest wearing a green robe stroked his goatee and said, "What do you think of the letter just now?"
Chen Xuanjun flicked off the cigarette ashes, threw the chess pieces in his hand into the chessboard, and said enigmatically: "I believe it."
The old Taoist priest was surprised, opened his mouth wide, and said with his yellow teeth: "Do you believe that the mysterious old man is Xiao Xiuyan, the master of Ziwei Palace?"
"Well, why don't you believe it?" Chen Xuanjun asked: "Only Xiao Xiuyan and Tantai Jinse know the secret technique of Ziwei, "Nirvana Jue". Besides this pair of masters and disciples, who else can you think of?"
The old Taoist priest scratched his head and said: "Why do I feel that things are too abnormal?"
"Think about it, Xiao Xiuyan is the leader of Ziwei. She should covet the luck in Lingxi's destiny just like the Buddhist Yun Sect."
"It is true that Ziwei seeks the dragon, and the foundation of the mountain gate must be maintained by luck."
"She has no reason at all. She has no reason at all to risk breaking the Six Meridians agreement to save Kunlun, who has nothing to do with her."
"Is your brain flooded?"
The usually wretched and lazy old Taoist priest rarely said seriously: "As for the person who sent us the letter, what do you mean?"
"Do you want to tell us that Kunlun and Ziwei have joined forces, or does it have other deeper meanings?"
Chen Xuanjun puffed out smoke and asked Red Fish, who was walking towards him twisting his waist, "What do you think?"
