Although the Ziyi Valley Husband Recruiting Convention is very famous, it is very simple to operate. As long as the husband selection building is decorated with lights and colors and the door is opened, you can go in and try your luck.
However, it was not the day to open the door yet, so Xiao Jiang just chatted with Zong Yu'er for a while. While they were chatting, he heard a sound of "spit" coming from not far away, and saw a man in a plain white dress with eyebrows like sharp swords.
The tall woman with evil eyes was looking at Xiao Jiang with disdain.
Naturally, it was impossible to close the space when the two people were chatting just now. People around them could hear it as long as they were not deaf. However, in this case, everyone would pretend not to hear. However, this woman clearly heard the conversation between the two people clearly and told Xiao
Jiang looked extremely disdainful.
Xiao Jiang doesn't care. As a shameless pervert, he never cares about other people's contempt for him. He dares to do this. Does he still care about what others think?
But Zong Yu'er doesn't think so. Her man is the most important in her heart, and she is still the seventh disciple of the Creation Palace. What's more, she has just broken through to the two thousand and one laws in the past few days and entered the late stage of the great avenue.
In the entire Xuyuan Continent, although there are many masters in the late stage of Dao, they are also the top level masters. However, the woman in front of her is just an innate saint with one law. She actually looks down on her husband so much. She, who has always disliked provoking and arguing, can't help but feel cold.
Leng said:
"Husband, if you want to find a woman, firstly don't want one who is self-righteous, secondly don't want one who looks ferocious, and thirdly don't want one who thinks you can find an unparalleled strong man.
With your ability, all those women who look down on you are either stupid or stupid, so don’t get dirty if you let such a woman sleep with you."
Zong Yuer's voice was not low, and the woman in white couldn't help but grit her teeth when she heard it. However, although she couldn't see through the two people's cultivation, she guessed that they were far stronger than her. She stomped her feet slightly and turned around to walk not far away.
She was in a pavilion. After entering the pavilion, she called out softly:
"Dad, those two guys across from me actually said that I was cruel. The woman said that giving me to her would make a man's eyes dirty when he sleeps with her. You have to give me a break."
A white-haired man in the pavilion frowned and stood up to look at Xiao Jiang and Zong Yu'er. When he saw Xiao Jiang, he didn't feel anything. When he saw Zong Yu'er, his expression changed and he pulled the woman to sit down. He waved his hand to seal off the surrounding area.
Space said in shock:
"Damn girl, are those two people you just mentioned?"
Although the woman has no eyesight, she has cultivated to the realm of a saint. At least she is not stupid or stupid. Otherwise, even if she has the treasures of heaven and earth and various skills, she will not be able to condense the power of the law.
Seeing the frightened look on her father's face, she pouted and whispered:
"Dad, what's wrong? Do those two people have any special identities?"
The man smiled bitterly and said:
"What's wrong...that woman is the seventh disciple of the inner sect of Creation Palace and one of the current guardian elders. She said it's nothing to look down on you. Even I am nothing in front of her.
You said that man is her husband. Even if he really wants to sleep with you, your father and I will not dare to refuse or stop him, otherwise our whole family will be wiped out.
It’s okay, okay, the sect elder just said a few words to you, if I give you a slap, you should accept it obediently.”
The woman was frightened now. She never thought that such a person would talk nonsense with her man on the street. That was simply something that low-level practitioners and boring people would do.
But what she didn't expect was that Zong Yuer was married to Xiao Jiang, a man who didn't care about face. The couple talked nonsense a lot, and they were used to talking nonsense regardless of time and place.
The woman was very frightened. She knew the danger of offending the top leaders of big forces. A small family like theirs was as small as a fly in the eyes of these powerful people. She stood up in a hurry and said:
"Dad, I'm going to beg them. I can't let the family fall into crisis."
The man was stunned. His daughter had always had a tough personality, but she was not a bad-hearted person. He did not expect that she would dare to let go when she learned that the family would be in crisis because of him.
At this moment, a faint voice came from the ears of the two of them and said:
"Don't worry, we husband and wife won't care about your little things. There are many things that the little girl can't stand, so just don't talk nonsense in the future."
The expressions of the man and the woman changed. You must know that the man had closed the space, but their conversation was still heard. They hurriedly bowed to where Xiao Jiang was and left quickly.
Zong Yuer leaned against Xiao Jiang and whispered:
"Husband, you are just too kind-hearted. People like this are so self-righteous. If you don't give them a look, she really thinks they are some kind of moral defender."
Xiao Jiang smiled and said:
"There are hundreds of millions of sentient beings in the world, and each appearance is different. For us, as long as they are not threatening us or endlessly provocative, we will not kill them all. Generally speaking, those who provoke me will either be ignored by me, or I will kill them quickly.
Get rid of it.
This girl's character is quite normal. She can't bear to say a few words when the world is declining. At best, it's just unpleasant. Since I dare to do this, I'm not afraid of what others will say. As long as it's not insulting me, everything is easy to say."
Zong Yuer pouted and said:
"I don't like people talking about you. If you hadn't let her go, I would have knocked out all her teeth when I found the chance."
Xiao Jiang hugged Zong Yu'er tightly. The women in his family were very concerned about him. After a while, he took Zong Yu'er and stood up and said:
"I'm going to Ziyi Valley to visit Ziyi Ling. Next, please pay attention to what I say. You can talk to me when it's critical. No matter what it is, I have important things to investigate."
Except for Xiaobai and Wu Wushuang, no one knew that Xiao Jiang was investigating Zi Ningyu. Xiao Jiang had never worried that Wu Wushuang would kill him. The only thing he had concerns about was that the truth was exactly the same as what he had guessed.
Wu Wushuang is powerless, and Zi Ningyu may have to face more troubles.
…
In the Ziyi Valley outside the Ziyi City, the Ziyi Fairy wears purple clothes. The valley is as beautiful as Wu Wushuang said. The cultivators in the valley are all women. Men who want to enter must agree before they can enter.
"Who is coming?"
As soon as Xiao Jiang and Zong Yuer arrived at the entrance of the valley, a disciple in purple appeared to stop him. Xiao Jiang looked at the woman with a smile and said:
"I also hope that the master of Ziyi Linggu will be informed that Xiao Jiang and his wife Zong Yu'er from the Creation Palace are here to pay a visit."
The purple-clothed disciple nodded and said:
"Please wait a moment."
As she spoke, she sent a message back to the valley. After a while, a light voice came from the valley:
"It turns out to be Elder Xiao and Elder Zong, welcome..."
The purple spirit appeared in the voice. Seeing Xiao Jiang and Zong Yuer both clasped their fists and saluted:
"I've met the Master of Ziyi Valley."
Ziyi Ling laughed and said:
"Please, please. I didn't expect you two to arrive. Ziyi Valley will be really prosperous."
Xiao Jiang smiled and followed Ziyi Ling all the way into the valley. In his divine eyes, he could see everything externally, but he found that many internal things were covered up by various formations.
