Wanderer of the whirling world

"Lingxiao Palace, Heavenly Court?"

Although the name was unfamiliar, Xin Ziqiu understood it immediately.

The so-called Lingxiao Palace, like the Yuxu Palace he joined, is obviously an organization of practitioners from the Whirling World.

Xin Ziqiu has just stepped into the circle of travellers, and he didn't mind getting to know more of his fellow practitioners, but Xiao Shangdong's secretive, coaxing and deceiving methods are very dishonest today.

When friends unite with righteousness, they should show their sincere sincerity.

Since the two are bosom friends, they should treat each other with sincerity, and it doesn't matter if they have something to say.

If there is any difficulty, Xin Ziqiu, for the sake of his brother, will break through even the dragon's lake, the tiger's lair, and the land of snakes and scorpions.

Why beat around the bush?

So Xin Ziqiu said very bluntly:

"I'm not going, I'm not interested."

The phone was silent again.

Just when he was about to put down the phone, Xiao Shangdong's voice sounded again:

"Xiaoqiu, you have to help me this time."

Xin Ziqiu's thumb had already pressed the refusal button, but his heart softened when he heard Boss Xiao's pleading tone:

"Okay, I'll give you another chance, what's going on?"

Xiao Shangdong sighed:
"I don't want to lie to you either, but my dad...my dad is very sick, and only people from Lingxiao Palace can save him, and the condition is to see you tonight. As for why, it's not convenient to say over the phone. We are friends , you should help me this time anyway, and come here no matter what."

"Uncle Xiao?"

In Xin Ziqiu's mind, a middle-aged man with a neat suit, a pale face, and sharp eyes like a falcon appeared in Xin Ziqiu's mind.

He hadn't seen Xiao Shangdong's father for more than a year, and he didn't know what kind of illness he had.

But since it was a matter of life and death, and it involved the elders he knew, he couldn't stand by and watch out of emotion and reason.

So Xin Ziqiu suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and said lightly:
"Okay then, I'll go there now, where are you?"

Xiao Xiangdong's tone was a little excited:
"Xiaoqiu, thank you very much. I will make amends to you later. The three people looking for you brought a car, you just follow them..."

……

After hanging up the phone, Xin Ziqiu looked at the man who could practice Chen style Tai Chi, and saw that he had recovered from the paralysis of his body. Although his face was still painful, he could already sit on the ground and massage himself to activate blood.

He pointed at the man with his hand and asked:

"What's your name?"

The man forced a flattering smile and said:
"My name is Du Weifeng, Brother Xin, oh no, Brother Xin, you can just call me Xiao Du."

Xin Ziqiu looked at Du Weifeng's smile, which was uglier than crying, and beckoned him to stand up:
"Okay, Du Weifeng, right? You lead the way, and I'll walk with you."

Hearing the words, Du Weifeng stood up quickly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and made a call. Not long after, a black Maybach limousine drove over and stopped on the side of the road.

He hurried forward with grinning teeth, opened the car door respectfully and said:

"Brother Xin, please get in the car."

Xin Ziqiu was not too polite, and sat on the back seat of the car boldly, then looked at the other two people lying on the ground, and asked casually:
"What about the two of them?"

Du Weifeng sat beside him carefully and respectfully, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry about them, those with hands and feet can't die, you can just take a taxi and go back. Mr. Xiao said, as long as Brother Xin can pass the test of the three of us, you will be his brother, and our brothers will have to listen to you in the future Command, you are our eldest brother."

While talking, he took out a new pack of Zhonghua Cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully unwrapped the plastic wrap, opened the lid and handed it over.

Xin Ziqiu didn't bother to talk to him at all, he didn't smoke, and he wasn't even interested in accepting younger brothers, so he simply closed his eyes, leaned back on the leather seat comfortably, reached into his trouser pocket, fumbled for his phone, and dialed a Number……

Du Weifeng saw that he had encountered a soft nail, he took back the cigarette embarrassingly, and closed his mouth, as well-behaved as a newly married daughter-in-law.

……

The Maybach drove unimpeded all the way, driving in the bustling and crowded city of Yanjing, almost without stopping.

The driver is obviously also a veteran, and he drove steadily, fully embodying the comfort of the luxury car.

Not long after, the car passed the viaduct and came to a prosperous area.

Outside the window, the lights are feasting, and the world of mortals is purple.

The thousand-year-old capital, Beijing, has entered the 21st century and is filled with the sensuality of a modern metropolis.

After driving for a while, the car finally stopped at the entrance of a big hotel.

Du Weifeng was obviously familiar with driving, so he led Xin Ziqiu into the hotel, walked through the resplendent lobby, to a hidden corner, swiped his card to open the special elevator here.

This hotel has a dedicated floor only for VIPs to hold private meetings, which cannot be reached by ordinary passenger elevators, so you can only take this elevator, which is extremely private.

The elevator went up silently, and when the door was opened again, even an uneducated villager like Xin Ziqiu couldn't help admiring the sight in front of him.

Facing the elevator entrance not far away, there is a screen inlaid with hundreds of treasures, inlaid with fine and precious items such as ivory and mother-of-pearl. Priceless treasure.

After turning around the screen, one can see that the entire floor is decorated in a simple and elegant manner, so elegant that one almost forgets that this is in a modern hotel.

There is an ivory hanging screen with a red sandalwood frame embedded on the wall, and half-person-high blue and white plum vases are placed on the left and right, with luan tail feathers inserted inside, shining brightly under the shade of the lights, beautiful but not eye-catching, luxurious but not ostentatious.

The floor is covered with a thick cashmere carpet, and the footing is just right.

Passing through the front hall, there is a huge hollowed-out moon gate with many treasures. Various antique jades are placed on the grid, and curtains made of strings of pearls hang from the moon cave gate, half-covering the banquet hall inside. , Teach people not to see clearly.

Du Weifeng walked in front, opened the beaded curtain, Xin Ziqiu strode in, and saw that there were already several people sitting in the huge and spacious banquet hall, and they all looked at him at the moment.

On the main seat is a middle-aged man with a broad face, dark skin, and a beard. He is not angry but pretentious.

Hanging her head above the man, sat a young woman with slender eyes, eyes hanging like pearls, eyebrows slanted into the temples, and her long ponytail tied high, looking very capable and refined.

Beside the woman, there is also a 27-year-old young man with a big heart and a fat body, with a fat face and very conspicuously dressed.

This man is wearing a blue long coat, black thousand-layer-soled cloth shoes, and a retro dress from the Republic of China period, but he has dyed blond hair, and I don’t know how much hairspray has been applied on it, and the pinches are standing upright in the sky. The fat Super Saiyan from Dragon Ball.

Against such a cool hairstyle, he was also holding a folding fan, which he placed on his chest pretentiously, and fanned it gently. The strong contrast between the combination of soil and foreign made him instantly the most beautiful boy in the audience.

The most amazing thing is that on the opened folding fan, there are a few big characters of "Heaven's justice, I will protect it", full of the atmosphere of the second class, overwhelming the audience, stealing everyone's limelight.

Sitting under the head of the main man were Xiao Chusheng and Xiao Shangdong, father and son.

Xin Ziqiu glanced at Xiao Chusheng, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

I saw this business elite who was meticulous in the past and had to ensure that he was well-dressed even in summer, in suits and leather shoes. Now he was hunched over in a special wheelchair, with sparse hair and baldness. His eyes also lost their light and became cloudy.

"Uncle Shaw..."

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