"...I think they are leaving. It's best for us to wait before leaving, so as not to be thought of as being together," Wang Yanyan explained to Chen Taizhong in a low voice, "But Jiang Chuan's sister is very cute, but she is a little thinner."
"That's nutrition." Chen Taizhong picked up the Yunwu wine bottle and poured a bowl into the bowl in front of her. "Drink some wine and sit for a while."
They are familiar with each other and are master and servant, so it doesn't matter if they do this, but if you leave it to others, they won't see it that way.
The two of them came in tandem, and there was a huge gap in time. Not only did Wang Yanyan speak in a low voice, she was also veiled, so no one else knew whether she spoke or not.
It was also because she was covered with a veil, so no one knew that behind the veil, there was a face covered with knife marks.
Therefore, Chen Taizhong's behavior, which included talking in a low voice and taking the initiative to pour wine, was noticed by others. Only two words can explain it clearly - strike up a conversation!
"Humph!" The pretty little girl not far away snorted coldly, staring at Chen Taizhong, and two words popped out of her mouth, "Thieves!"
"Are you sick?" Chen Taizhong became angry. This is baseless. You and Wang Yanyan are not related to each other... You are really stupid.
"Huh?" The two guards stood up with cold faces, raised their hands and drew their weapons, and the atmosphere was tense.
"Okay," the middle-aged man spoke. He glanced at Chen Taizhong, "My daughter is still young and not sensible. It's just a small misunderstanding. You don't care, right?"
He meant to apologize, but his tone could not hide the condescension.
"How can you get married in the future if you are so self-righteous?" Chen Taizhong shook his head and replied calmly, "It's a good thing you met me... you have a good temper."
"What do you want to do if you have a bad temper?" The little beauty stood up as soon as she slapped the table and glared at him.
"Do you think you have too many people?" Chen Taizhong laughed, a cold look in his eyes flashed across his face.
He has decided to keep a low profile, but if such inexplicable things happen to him, he will not tolerate it.
"Okay, don't say it anymore," the middle-aged man laughed to smooth things over, but there was no smile at all in his eyes, "Sickness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth. It's just a chance meeting, so why be so tense?"
At this moment, three men and one woman walked in from outside the courtyard gate. Two of them were dressed in fancy clothes and were both eighth-level immortals. There was also a middle-aged man who was only a seventh-level immortal. However, among these four people,
But it is this seventh-level wandering immortal who is the most stylish.
When these four people came in, there were no empty tables. The four of them took a quick look and found that Chen Taizhong had an empty table - a table could seat at least eight people, and there were still six people here.
"Excuse me, you two," they said hello and sat down.
They sat down, but they didn't dare to make any noise. Among the four people, three were at the eighth level of Youxian. They could feel that Wang Yanyan was vaguely at the peak of the eighth level, but they really couldn't feel it. What level was Chen Taizhong?
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The four of them ordered food and ate and drank for a while. The seventh-level immortal glanced at Chen Taizhong and said, "This senior is rare."
"I'm younger than you. Where did you come from?" Chen Taizhong replied indifferently. He could see that there seemed to be some kind of secret connection between the four people. The middle-aged man should already know that he
It is the realm of the eighth level Immortal or above.
"Those who are successful come first," the middle-aged man smiled, exuding a strong sense of goodwill.
But the next moment, he asked a slightly exaggerated question, "What are the two seniors doing here?"
"Passing by," Chen Taizhong picked up a cherry bean without raising his eyelids, threw it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
"He and I are not the same thing," Wang Yanyan would also make trouble and directly denied it, but no one could see her expression clearly under the veil.
"Madam, you are also an eighth-level immortal. I wonder if you are interested in... earning some spiritual stones?" The only female immortal among the other party spoke.
"Everyone likes spiritual stones," Wang Yanyan replied lukewarmly, "but I don't particularly lack that thing."
"Then...how can you enter the system?" the woman asked again with a smile.
"Within the system?" Wang Yanyan's eyes immediately widened. As a casual cultivator, who wouldn't want to be in the system?
The system of the Fenghuang world mainly refers to titles, official positions and sects. Families like those that forced Chen Taizhong to run around are not considered part of the system, they are just families.
For example, if there is a fairy, it can be called a family, but if there is a title, it is a viscount, and the earl must be a fairy, but a family with a fairy is just a family - the title needs official recognition, and the family
, as long as there are immortals.
For example, Nantes of Bluestone City is not only a viscount, but also the lord of the city. This is a viscount with real power, and he is more arrogant than a fictitious viscount.
It's because Nantes has so few talents that the three major families in Bluestone City can compete with him.
The other kind of system is that of sects. The sects and the government co-manage the Fenghuang Realm and restrict each other. The sect has its strengths and the government also has its strengths.
Therefore, the structure of power in the entire Fenghuang world is dumbbell-shaped, with the sect on one side and the officialdom on the other. These are the two most important parties, and other forces are just embellishments.
However, when it comes to the composition of personnel, it is spindle-shaped. A large number of family members are the cornerstone of this world.
Loose cultivators are the kind of people who can be ignored directly. Although they have the largest number of people, their resources are pitiful. Sometimes, they can only be exploited by others.
Wang Yanyan couldn't help but be tempted by such a condition, but she had been in the world for a long time and knew that pie could not fall out of thin air, so she just asked casually, "Why don't you go to such a good thing?"
"There is a risk," the middle-aged man smiled, looking very disapproving, "There may be a danger of falling, of course we need to find more people... Wealth can be gained through danger, don't you think so?"
"If you can get into the system, the risk is worth taking," the woman among the four lowered her voice and spoke mysteriously, as if she said "you know."
"I want to think about it," Wang Yanyan replied calmly. No matter whether she was tempted or not, this answer was the safest.
"Where is this friend?" The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Taizhong intentionally or unintentionally.
Chen Taizhong didn't even look at him and just drank by himself. The master's arrogance was clearly visible - are you worthy of being my friend?
The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched without trace, and then he looked at Wang Yanyan, "I wonder what you think of Lord Wen of Morrowind Castle...is he a sensible person?"
So she wanted to win me over to be a guest? Wang Yanyan was a little confused. She wasn't very interested in being a guest. That way she didn't really join the system. Moreover, with her eighth-level immortal cultivation, it was impossible for her to concentrate on her cultivation as a guest.
In fact, she had received invitations to join the family before, but they only asked her to be a guard or a thug. If the Lord of Morrowind Castle recruited people, she, an eighth-level immortal, would probably be cannon fodder.
So she shook her head simply, "I'm not from Morrowind Castle, I'm just passing by this time."
"Haha," the middle-aged man chuckled, shook his head, and talked about other things.
Not long after, a gust of wind blew by, and the sky suddenly darkened. There were lightning and thunder, as if it was the end of the world. Then, huge raindrops began to fall.
The couple who brought their daughter out were about to leave, but they were blocked.
"It will pass through the clouds and rain very quickly," the waiter explained as he took out a few large umbrellas, held them up, and inserted them into the round hole in the center of the table, as if he had been prepared for them.
Chen Taizhong was about to leave, but when he suddenly encountered the rain, he simply took out another pot of Yunwu wine.
"The wine is good," the middle-aged man next to him praised.
Chen Taizhong still didn't even look at him.
At this moment, seven or eight people ran in from outside the yard, all dripping wet. Someone shouted loudly, "Shopkeeper, get another table out and put up an umbrella!"
The restaurant immediately moved out another table and set up an umbrella. Chen Taizhong's mouth twitched when he saw it - Peat, there are obviously many tables in the hotel, but you want others to share a table with me?
The latest group of people who came in were all at the sixth or seventh level of Youxian, one was at the eighth level, and the other was at the ninth level.
The one at level eight was a strong man, and the one at level nine was a thin man with only one ear. The two of them were waiting to set up the table while casually glancing at the people present.
With this glance, the two people's eyes immediately showed a look of horror. Obviously, they did not expect that so many experts gathered in a hotel.
Especially the middle-aged lady who alerted Chen Taizhong also aroused alertness in one ear. He quietly changed his seat position to face the table.
This group of people sat down for about seven or eight minutes, when they heard a scream outside the courtyard, and then, seven or eight figures appeared on the courtyard wall, "No one is allowed to move, anyone who does will be killed without mercy!"
There were many masters in the small courtyard. A seventh-level Immortal stood up and yelled, "What are you going to do...uh?"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow penetrated his neck.
"If you don't want to die, behave yourself." Following a cold snort, seventeen or eight people walked into the courtyard door. At the front were four young men holding giant swords. After rushing into the courtyard, they occupied the four corners.
What appeared next was a beautiful young woman with an extremely sexy figure, plump breasts and a slim butt. Behind her, there was a maid holding a huge umbrella for her.
Next to the young woman are two handsome young men, and behind them are an old man and a fat little girl.
The young woman glanced at the people present and chuckled, "Everyone, the Qinglian Sword Sect is working... you have been recruited."
"Nonsense, I have a lot of acquaintances with the Qinglian Sword Sect," a sturdy diner slammed the table and shouted, "I've never seen anyone like you before!"
This man was drinking alone. He was tall and thick-set, with a curly beard. He had been sitting there in silence, but no one in the yard had ever ignored him. The reason was very simple - he was a ninth-level immortal.
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