My wife is the reborn boss

Chapter 125 Commission
"Why?" Zhao Xiling asked.

Why can't she move?
Zhang Yu took out a paper umbrella without a handle from the shrine, and inserted the rapier in his hand: "Look down at the ground."

Zhao Xiling lowered his head slowly, and a black and white Yin-Yang fish slowly emerged on the ground, covering the entire martial arts arena!

And the same black and white chains as herself appeared on her body, and these chains were tightly bound around her body.

"Senior Sister." Zhao Xiling said with a disappointed expression, "So you are already born."

"Small meaning." Zhang Yu waved his hand indifferently.

"Senior sister, how did you get through the heart-forging game?" Zhao Xiling looked curious.

She didn't have any thoughts of jealousy, her skills were inferior to others, and she was willing to bow down.

The Taiqing faction does not have the kind of waste that can't be defeated in a head-to-head competition but holds a grudge.

"It's nothing." Zhang Yu yawned: "It's over after a nap."

She drooped her shoulders, and continued: "I have no desires or desires, and I just get by, so it's no big deal for me to create a heart."

For a dead house of the Taoist system like a salted fish, as long as you eat and drink well, and then have a bottle of fat and happy water, isn't it a piece of cake to have a heart-building game?
"I lost." Zhao Xiling sighed.

Not just martial arts, she has already lost from the state of mind.

It can only be said that liking someone really affects your mood, so it's better to be single.

At the commentary table, Wu Qiong sighed: "Brother Daoist, I actually feel that Zhang Xiangu is more suitable to be the head teacher of the Taiqing sect than you. After all, her state of mind is more in line with the consistent Taoist thought of tranquility and inaction. As for her unreliable personality?"

He smiled: "This is harmless. After all, Master Ziyang is not very reliable. Isn't it the same as being a teacher for decades?"

"Little friend, you will be punished by God for speaking ill of others behind your back." Immortal Ziyang appeared behind him at some point.

"I'll go!" Wu Qiong was startled: "Daoist, please make a little noise next time you walk, I'm afraid."

"Hehe." Master Ziyang took a puff of his cigarette, smiled and said nothing.

"Master." The two nuns Zhang and Zhao also came up after the competition.

Zhang Yu's expression changed when he saw Wu Qiong.She retreated behind Zhao Xiling without a trace, and asked, "I wonder if you have anything else to do? If there is nothing else, I will go back to sleep."

"There is something wrong." Master Ziyang put down his cigarette pouch and sighed: "It's not a big deal if someone goes missing every day. What if it's rumored that our Taiqing faction kills people to silence them? Although I went to brothels for my teacher and gambled, but Killing people for no reason is still unacceptable.”

It turns out that he also knows that killing people and gambling is not good.

"Since your faction is busy with affairs, I won't bother the inferiors. Let me leave." Wu Qiong bowed his hands and saluted, then turned and left.

He already smelled trouble.

And ever since Zhang Yu came over, Xiaobai and Shi'er had been inexplicably hostile towards her.

Wu Qiong didn't want to conflict with the Taiqing faction, so it's better to take the two of them out first.

Although he didn't know where their hostility came from, it did arouse his interest.

But in order not to die from the hatchet, he still decided to restrain his curiosity.

But just as he turned to leave, a slender and powerful hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Little friend, I still need your help in this matter."

Wu Qiong was a little lucky, but found that the hand on his shoulder was as stable as a mountain, and he couldn't move it: "Master Dao, why bother, you Taiqing faction has a lot of talents, such a trivial matter is still worth it? You just treat me like a fart, Let it go."

He really didn't want to get in trouble.

"Hey, little friend, please come with me, the old Taoist wants to talk to you about something." Master Ziyang pulled Wu Qiong away ten feet away with a little force.

"Master Dao, why are you embarrassing me?" Wu Qiong took out a magical conch from his bosom, and decided to bring disaster to the east: "Master Dao, look at this."

"It looks like a magical conch, but it is actually used for communication. Opposite the conch is the Great Zhou Empress. As long as you enter the vitality of heaven and earth into it, the other party can hear your voice, even if it is thousands of miles away."

Master Ziyang held a cigarette stick in his mouth, squinting his eyes, his expression seemed to say "Are you kidding me"?
"Don't believe me!" Wu Qiong decided to prove that he was not lying. He injected the vitality of heaven and earth into it: "Hello, hello, Your Majesty? Is Your Majesty here, Your Majesty?"

The magic conch didn't respond.

"." Wu Qiong's face was ashen.

Bai Xuanji!How dare you trick me!
"Hehe." Master Ziyang blew out a ring of smoke: "It looks like a conch, but it's actually a conch too. Little friend, do you think the old man is stupid?"

Facing the obscenity emanating from "Tao follows the natural environment", Wu Qiong did not show any weakness: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you, you have something to say directly."

Sometimes in the face of power, you should be counseled or you must be counseled.

"The old way doesn't take advantage of you." Master Ziyang took out the "Taiqing Glass Pendant" from the shrine and stuffed it into Wu Qiong's hands: "Didn't you want this thing? I gave it to you in advance, and it will be your salary." alright."

After finishing speaking, he saw Wu Qiong holding the "Taiqing Glass Pendant" to shine in the sun, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, it's true."

"Oh." Wu Qiong silently threw the "Taiqing Liuli Pei" into the shrine.

[Emotions, you also know that fakes are being sold outside. 】

Um?He seemed to have suddenly discovered the truth.

Could it be that the souvenirs sold by Immortal Kapukong came from Immortal Ziyang?

Think carefully and fear, think carefully and fear!
"Daoist, are you not afraid that I will run away with the 'Taiqing Liuli Pei'?" Wu Qiong was puzzled.

Based on his understanding of his own character, there is no reason that Master Ziyang would be so reassuring about him.

Master Ziyang took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "Do you dare?"

"Don't dare." Wu Qiong was very honest.

"Alas, the old man doesn't like smoking pipes, or visiting brothels, and he hates gambling." Master Ziyang sighed.

"What do you want to say?" Wu Qiong was puzzled.

What's wrong with this old man?What are you talking about?
Master Ziyang ignored him, and still said to himself: "The reason why the old man smokes, visits brothels, and gambles is just to avoid forgetting some people."

He looked at the tobacco rod in his hand: "This tobacco rod is left by my master. At the beginning, he took his uncle and senior brothers to the north to fight against the barbarians. Before leaving, he left behind the tobacco rod that never left him. Time, come back and draw again."

"But he never came back after all."

"There is also Senior Brother Zi Xu, he was the best gambler at the beginning, no matter what he had to bet at the beginning of the market, even if he was bound to lose every bet, his interest could not be spoiled."

"Before he left, he made a bet that everyone would not be able to return safely, saying that he would pay for the gambling money when he came back, but this time he really won the bet."

"There is also Senior Brother Zicheng, who loves Yuhualou's 'Huangliang Yimeng' the most in his life. When he was leaving, the wine in Yuhualou was sold out. He said he wanted to have a good drink when he came back from the Northland. But He never came back either."

"The old man just doesn't want to forget them."

"People like to recall the past when they get old." Master Ziyang wiped the corners of his eyes: "Little friend, after hearing my story, can't you help me, a lonely old man?"

Wu Qiong, who had been silent all this time, said slowly, "Master Daoist, I only have one question."

"Speak."

"If I help your faction solve this matter, can I return the 700 taels of silver that I lost to you?"

Master Ziyang: "."

Wu Qiong: "."

Master Ziyang: "I can't."

　Coded until 26:[-] in the morning, and finally finished coding. . . . . .fell asleep

　　
　
(End of this chapter)