That's what villains are like

Chapter 68

The painting boat pulled by the three strange beasts just fell directly into the depths of Anyang City.

A group of knights followed closely, and soon disappeared.

There was only a noisy and vibrating discussion on the long street.

And the girl in white in front of the shop was still furious.

Her face is clear and beautiful, elegant and graceful, her eyes are like water, sparkling and moving, her waist is full, and her figure is upright.

The three thousand blue silks hang down to the waist softly, which originally has the gentle demeanor of a lady from a great family.

However, at this moment, he gritted his silver teeth secretly, with a look of resentment, as if he had a great hatred for the painting boat that fell in the sky.

"Senior Sister Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

The junior sisters beside the girl in white couldn't help asking immediately.

In their impression, this senior sister has always been dignified and beautiful, with a friendly and gentle appearance, how could she show such a tooth-grinding behavior like now.

"It's nothing, I just thought of a villain. I didn't expect him to follow me all the way to Anyang City."

Zhao Dieyi, a girl in white, had her plump chest heaving for a while, and then took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Is the villain that Senior Sister Zhao mentioned the person in that boat?" A female disciple asked curiously.

As disciples of Chi Yaozong, they are rarely born, and they don't know much about the outside world.

This time I went out to experience and conduct the inner sect assessment task, and this Senior Sister Zhao was also fully responsible for the leadership.

Zhao Dieyi looked at his fellow apprentices, rubbed his brows and said, "It's that guy, anyway, if you see that painting boat, try to detour as much as possible, don't be fooled by that guy seen."

"Otherwise, when he sees you, he won't care what Yaochi Sect disciples you are, and he will send someone to take you away. When the time comes, his innocence will not be guaranteed, and he may be tortured to death."

"That's an out-and-out villain."

Speaking of this, she seemed to think of some shadow, and her fair face sank.

All the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect in front of them are all dressed in the dresses and dresses of the Yaochi Sect. They have a beautiful figure and natural beauty, and their appearance is even more delicate, graceful and charming.

Even if you just stand here, it is a beautiful landscape that attracts your attention.

Hearing what Zhao Dieyi said, many people's faces turned pale, obviously frightened.

"The person Senior Sister Zhao mentioned should be the young master of Xiangguo Mansion..."

At this time, a woman suddenly asked.

Compared with the other female disciples with pendants on their dresses, her dress is very plain and simple.

She has a white face with melon seeds, red lips and smooth skin, and her facial features are extremely delicate. Her black hair is untied and loosely scattered. Perhaps it is due to her successful cultivation, her skin has a lustrous luster.

Even without the application of powder, it still has a kind of aesthetic feeling.

"Yes, it's him."

Zhao Dieyi glanced at her, and had some impressions of this junior sister, her name was Chu Chan, she practiced very hard, and during this period of time, she often asked her for advice on many exercises.

She nodded, and explained by the way, "I met that guy in Yuyi City before. Fortunately, my grandfather was by my side at that time, so he restrained himself."

"But I didn't expect that not long after I left Yuyi City, he chased after me. I don't know who leaked my tracks to him."

"I originally planned to return directly to the sect, but I just happened to meet you for the inner sect assessment..."

Speaking of this, she was also a little depressed, and she didn't know why she was so unlucky. She secretly came back from the sect to deal with the cold pulse of Jueyin, and finally ran into Jiang Lan.

After Yu Yicheng left, Jiang Lan chased after him again.

In Zhao Dieyi's view, Jiang Lan's coming to Anyang City must be because she knew her whereabouts and chased her all the way.

That villain, as grandpa said, has his eyes on him again.

The woman named Chu Chan's eyes suddenly revealed, and then the envy in her eyes was deeply hidden.

The senior sister Zhao in front of her is from a scholarly family.

The Zhao family behind him has a profound background, and can be regarded as a powerful family in the entire Great Xia.

His grandfather is a great Confucian of his generation, with many students and many students.

It's just that compared to the Xiangguo's mansion that covered the sky with its hand, it's not enough to see, and the person in the boat is the only son of the current Xiangguo...

"Senior Sister Zhao's grandfather is a great Confucianist, and even the elders in the sect respect him very much."

"Yes, yes, the Great Confucianism of the dynasty is at least the existence of the Seven Realms."

And when Zhao Dieyi talked about her grandfather, many disciples showed envy and respect, and chattered.

Zhao Dieyi was a little helpless.

Although she didn't want to rely on her family background and grandpa's prestige, the matter had already been spread among the sect.

No matter where it is, a strong man of the seven realms is an existence overlooking all living beings.

"Junior Sister Zhao, you are here..."

"I've already booked a private room in Tianzilou in Zuixianju, and I'm just waiting for Junior Sister Zhao to move over and cleanse the dust for you and the rest of the Junior Sisters."

At this time, a burst of hearty laughter came from not far away.

A tall man in a brocade robe walked over surrounded by a group of guards.

He has a square face and elegant demeanor, with a faint Confucian aura on his body, and a divine light in his eyes, obviously he has a good cultivation.

Zhao Dieyi was a little startled, but quickly realized that his expression became flat.

"Then there will be Brother Lao Wang." She nodded slightly.

The brocade robed man in front of him was Wang He, the third young master of the Wang family in Anyang City, and his father was a former student of her grandfather.

As soon as she arrived in Anyang City, Wang He got the news and came here to welcome her. Judging from his attitude, he had the intention of currying favor with her.

This made Zhao Dieyi feel a little uncomfortable, but because of his feelings, he didn't say much.

"Drunken Immortal Residence?"

"The banquets in Zuixianju are not cheap at all. It is said that Zuixianju is backed by the Changlong Merchant Alliance and has a profound heritage, almost all over the major ancient cities in the Kyushu continent."

"Even ordinary private rooms are not something ordinary people can book. Among them are the formations recorded by the formation masters. The speed of practice in them is no worse than some expensive training rooms."

"It is said that in some private rooms, there are still inscriptions left by ancient people. If the wisdom root is amazing, you may be able to realize the unique skills."

All the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect, after hearing these words, their eyes lit up.

Many female disciples looked at Wang He who was walking towards him with sparkles in their eyes.

Seeing this, Wang He smiled even more, and explained, "My father has a good personal relationship with the head of Zuixianju in Anyang City. The banquet for guests and friends was in the Tianzilou of Zuixianju."

"It is also thanks to my father that I am qualified to book a private room."

Although he was humble, he still couldn't hide his pride in his words.

Zuixianju is extremely famous in the entire land of Kyushu.

You can also get a glimpse of it from its name.

The ingredients of Zuixianju are all taken from those exotic animals and birds, which are the most essential part of the body.

There are special chefs who will refine the impurities in it, even if it is eaten by mortals, they will not worry about being exploded.

It is not only a food material, but also a medicinal banquet, which can assist monks in their cultivation, enlightenment, etc., and has many wonderful uses.

Moreover, the daily quota of Zuixianju is limited.

Even if it is a respected elder monk, he has to agree in advance before he can prepare the ingredients.

Although Wang He is the third young master of the Wang family, he has been to Zuixianju very few times.

This time, it was his father who came forward to let him and Zhao Dieyi get close, so he spent a lot of Lingshi treasures and booked a private room in Tianzilou.

At that moment, Wang He led the way with a smile on his face, leading the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect, talking elegantly and smiling kindly, and headed towards the residence of the drunken fairy.

Zhao Dieyi remained expressionless, a few steps behind, and followed behind.

Behind her, Chu Chan remained silent, pursing her red lips occasionally, pinching the sleeves of her skirt with her jade hands, obviously not at peace.

"I heard...an ordinary spiritual dish in Zuixianju is worth hundreds of spiritual stones. Even the elders in the master's sect would not spend so extravagantly."

"Hundreds of spirit stones are enough for me to practice for several months."

"I live frugally on weekdays, and the hundreds of spirit stones I saved, I am afraid that I am not even eligible to enter this drunk fairy house."

"Also, I have to save some spirit stones and pills and send them to my brother to help him embark on the road of cultivation."

"For the disciples of these famous families, if you squander them casually, you will get hundreds of thousands of spirit stones..."

"Obviously I have worked very hard and practiced diligently, but my cultivation level is still being widened by the rest of the junior sisters. Is it true that the humble family can't stand out?"

"If I had the same resources and background as them..."

She clenched her bare hands tightly, and she turned pale for a while due to the force, and then slowly let go, feeling very powerless.

The huge gap in identity and background made her feel powerless and suffocated.

They are also the outer disciples of the Yaochi Sect, the family background of the other junior sisters, the worst is also the cultivation family, the wealth of the family is quite rich, and the wealth is more than enough.

She was the only one who was poor. Although her ancestors were also from a family of practitioners, by the time of her grandfather's generation, they were already out of date.

In her generation, it is even more so, her parents died early for some reason.

When she was young, she brought her stupid younger brother and an old servant, barely able to keep the family business.

Fortunately, she is very talented. After she decided to change her own destiny, she sold all the remaining inheritance of her ancestors, and resolutely embarked on the journey to the Yaochi sect to seek the way.

"Junior Sister Chuchan, I heard that your ancestral home is in Anyang City. I wonder if you have time to take a group of junior sisters to visit and ask for a cup of tea?"

At this time, a slightly smiling voice came from the front.

A rather charming female disciple with an outstanding appearance and a little cinnabar between her brows stopped and looked back at Chu Chan who was lagging behind the crowd.

As soon as she said this, the other female disciples also stopped and looked at Chu Chan in surprise.

Even Zhao Dieyi was a little surprised, she didn't know that the ancestral land of this junior sister was actually in Anyang City.

There was a look of unnaturalness on Chu Chan's face, but she still managed to smile and said, "Senior Sister Chen is laughing at me. The ancestral land of my sister has already been sold, and now there are only a few bricks and tiles left. I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain all my senior sisters."

In Yaochi Sect, she is regarded by many disciples as the number one beauty in the outer sect.

And the female disciple in front of her was named Chen Ning, who was called the second most beautiful woman in the outer sect.

It is precisely because of this that he has never dealt with her, and never let go of any opportunity to ridicule her.

Chu Chan had long been accustomed to this, and knew that it was Chen Ning's excuse to belittle her background in front of everyone.

"Oh? The ancestral land of this junior sister is actually in Anyang City?"

Wang He, who was walking in front, was also slightly surprised, and then asked with a smile.

In fact, he noticed just now that although this female disciple did not wear makeup or accessories, the beauty of the hibiscus emerging from the clear water was even more shocking and unforgettable.

If Zhao Dieyi hadn't been here, he would probably have gone up to ask, and then get close to him for an excuse.

Chu Chan squeezed out a forced smile and replied, "Brother Hui, I did live here with my parents when I was young."

Wang He looked at her more and more pitiful appearance, and the more warm the smile on her face.

Only the female disciple named Chen Ning snorted coldly, feeling very displeased with Chu Chan's pretentiously soft posture.

In front of Zuixianju, it is quite quiet today, and there are no monks or living beings.

Through the curling clouds and mist, you can see the scene in it. The pavilions and palaces are row upon row, continuous in sequence, and the atmosphere is myriad.

In the deepest part, you can see the mist drifting, the silver waterfall hanging down, and the glow transpiring.

Many palaces are floating in the air, just like a real fairyland.

Who would have thought that this place would be a restaurant, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the Nine Heavens Immortal Tower fell into the world.

It was the first time for all the disciples of Yaochi Sect to see this scene, no matter who they were, they were shocked for a while.

The more proud Wang He was, he went to Tianzilou under the leadership of the servant.

……

"Young master, I don't know that you came here suddenly, otherwise Zuixianju wouldn't be able to receive guests today."

At the same time, the highest floor of Tianzi Building.

An elegant room with floating clouds and mist, luxurious decoration, like a fairyland on earth.

A rich and handsome middle-aged man stood beside Jiang Lan with a bowed waist and hands down, with a respectful and ingratiating smile on his face.

The shape of Tianzilou is like a tower, and each floor is built in turn. The white jade ancient wood is used as the ladder, and the middle floor is hollowed out. The higher the place, the more you can overlook the scenery below.

"It's all right. I came here by accident, too."

Jiang Lan waved his hands casually, leaning against the railing of the building, but looking at the group of people who entered the place below with great interest.

In the original plot, the offspring of Zhenjun Zixia's former benefactor met the protagonist Lin Fan here.

Now that Lin Fan is dead, this part of the plot doesn't seem to have changed much, but the only change is the appearance of Zhao Dieyi.

In the original plot, she did not appear here.

The hero Lin Fan saved the beauty, and it was another woman.

Soon, in the private room, several graceful and charming women, holding special utensils, brought up many dishes and drinks one by one.

Among them, the rays of the sun are pervasive, dense into smoke, and amazing spiritual energy is intertwined.

"Son..."

The sound of Su Qinghan's voice brought Jiang Lan back to his senses.

He glanced at him and said casually, "I'm going down to meet an old friend."

After all, he ignored Su Qinghan's astonishment, and casually took out a paper fan embroidered with hundreds of beautiful pictures, opened it with a snap, and walked out slowly.

A group of guards waiting outside the private room followed after seeing this.

"Sister Dieyi, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much."

"Why did you leave Yuyi City in such a hurry that day, and didn't stay for a while, Mr. Zhao must not be by your side today."

Halfway through the journey, Jiang Lan's chuckle sounded from the jade corridor steps.

Not far away, Zhao Dieyi, who was about to enter the private room under the leadership of Wang He, was taken aback when he heard this.

Then Meimou looked, and saw a dignified young nobleman, dressed in white, waving a folding fan, with a smile on his mouth, walking slowly towards her.

The guards behind him quickly surrounded him with a clatter.

(End of this chapter)