That's what villains are like

Chapter 85 Everyone Scolds Jiang Lan, Everyone Hates Jiang Lan

As soon as Chu Chan said this, the meeting hall fell silent instantly.

All the disciples of the Yaochi Sect were stunned, almost doubting their own ears, including Ling Zhuyun, who was also stunned for a moment before realizing Chu Chan's words.

The young master of the Xiangguo Mansion intends to hold a tea making conference and invite all the younger generations to participate?
Ling Zhuyun has never been in contact with Jiang Lan, but she has heard many rumors about him, so her first reaction when she heard this was that the second generation ancestor, is she joking?
As far as she knew, this second generation ancestor did all kinds of evil and was arrogant and domineering. Although he had a lot of masters under his command, he was a trash who couldn't practice.

As for why he was unable to cultivate, it is impossible to know, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that he and the so-called young Tianjiao have nothing to do with each other.

At this moment, a so-called tea-making conference is suddenly going to be held, and a group of young talents are invited to participate. What does this mean?
Could it be that he also intends to get his hands on Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance?

There are quite a few Yaochi Sect disciples thinking like Ling Zhuyun at this moment, but none of them dare to ask casually, they can only hide their doubts deeply.

Especially those few people who met Jiang Lan personally in Zuixianju, they all know his arrogant and strong nature, in case Chu Chan blew into his ear afterwards...

"I see."

Ling Zhuyun's face quickly returned to normal, she nodded slightly, and took the invitation letter from Chu Chan.

Since she was widely invited to all the young talents in Anyang City, she must not be the only one who received the invitation letter, so there is no need to worry about Jiang Lan's actions.

If she was the only one invited, she would say nothing.

Although she is the quasi-saint of the Yaochi Sect, Jiang Lan should not be afraid to care about her status based on her previous behavior.

"About your matter, I knew it after I came to Anyang City. Bullying fellow disciples is something that the sect cannot tolerate, not to mention conniving outsiders and fanning the flames, which is a violation of the sect's rules..."

After Ling Zhuyun accepted the invitation letter, she didn't check it immediately, but looked at Chu Chan.

Chen Ning and the other disciples changed their expressions when they heard this, thinking that Ling Zhuyun wanted to support Chu Chan and seek justice.

The temperament of this quasi-saint has always been like this, she is jealous like hatred, and she can't rub the sand in her eyes.

But at this time, upon hearing this, Chu Chan just smiled nonchalantly, and then bowed gracefully,

"Thank you, Holy Maiden."

"What happened at Zuixianju that day was just a misunderstanding, and now the misunderstanding has been resolved."

"The saint doesn't have to embarrass the teachers and sisters anymore, they are forced to, and the disciples have never blamed or resented them."

"Now that Zhenjun Zixia's cave is about to be born, I don't want such a trivial matter to bother the saint. After all, inheriting good fortune is more important, so don't be distracted..."

"What's more, conflicts and grievances between disciples are common. Now that the sect is employing people, disciples feel that it is best for the saint to focus on the overall situation."

Ling Zhuyun was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, and then a smile appeared on her face covered by a light veil.

She didn't expect that Chu Chan would act so open-minded and calm, with a big heart, and didn't care.

At this time, it is indeed the time for employing people. If you punish a group of disciples, I am afraid that there will be a real shortage of manpower at that time.

Zhao Dieyi gave Chu Chan a complicated look, if she is as open-minded as she said, that would be great.

It's a pity that from her point of view, Chu Chan had other plans and was unwilling to let Chen Ning go so easily.

Chen Ning's face was extremely gloomy. How could she not guess Chu Chan's intentions, but at this time, could she still jump out and scold her for hypocrisy right in front of her nose?

"Junior Sister Chuchan, I am very pleased that you can consider the overall situation of the sect, but you have caused this innocent disaster for no reason. As a senior sister, it is wrong for me not to seek justice for you."

"I have a magic weapon here. I used it when I illuminated the Netherworld. It is very powerful. It has been with me for many years and has been stained with the blood of many demons and heretics."

"But it's useless to me now, so I'll give it to you, and it can be regarded as a little compensation from me, Senior Sister." Ling Zhuyun said.

After the words fell, she raised her plain hand, and a radiant, crystal-clear emerald green orb with a lake flowing in its center appeared in the palm of her hand.

Faintly, it seemed that the sound of the tide slapping and the angry waves rolling could be heard, filled with strong mana fluctuations.

Even the elder of the Yaochi Sect who was stationed here showed surprise on his face, and then couldn't hide his envy.

The rest of the disciples were even more so. After the shock, they all looked at this scene with envy.

The tide of the blue sea produces pearls.

This is a well-known magic weapon in the Yaochi Zongdu. It contains one hundred and eight restrictions, which can evolve into vast mist waves and endless blue waves, and it is extremely powerful when facing the enemy.

When Ling Zhuyun used to walk in the world, this orb gained a great reputation. Many demons and demons died under it, and many people are still terrified.

They never imagined that Ling Zhuyun valued Chu Chan so much, and personally gave her the magic weapon she had used. Was this intended to cultivate Chu Chan?

Chen Ning's face was as gloomy as water, and she clenched her jade hands tightly, feeling very unwilling.

She didn't understand what kind of shit luck this Chu Chan had. First, she was favored by the son of Xiangguo's mansion and doted on, but now even the quasi-saint Ling Zhuyun also thinks highly of her.

"Chu Chan thank you Saintess."

Chu Chan was very surprised. Naturally, there was no reason why the treasure that was delivered to him was unnecessary, so she hurriedly took it obediently.

With a smile on her face, Ling Zhuyun nodded slightly and said, "I hope you won't fall into his prestige in the future."

"The disciple will definitely live up to the saint's respect," Chu Chan said.

Afterwards, she didn't stay for a long time and said goodbye. Now all the disciples of Yaochi Sect knew that she followed Jiang Lan, so the identity of this Yaochi Sect disciple seemed dispensable.

Ling Zhuyun didn't say much.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Chan never looked at Chen Ning again.

Not long after Chu Chan left, a female disciple outside came forward to report, "Saint, there is a strange man outside who calls himself Ye Ming, who claims to be your friend and wants to visit."

Ling Zhuyun seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so she nodded and said, "Let him come in, please go to the side hall."

The disciples of the Yaochi Sect were a little curious. The name was really unfamiliar. They had never heard of it before. Who the hell was it?

……

"Bi Haichao's bead is indeed extraordinary. When I was in Yaochi Sect, I only heard of its reputation. I never thought that one day, it would fall into my hands."

"Ling Zhuyun is jealous of evil, and takes it as her duty to help the common people and uphold justice. Because she grew up in the Yaochi Sect, she is very concerned about the Yaochi Sect. She doesn't allow the disciples of the sect to be bullied by others, let alone the disciples of the sect. Fighting and bullying."

"A girl like her, standing too high, naturally can't see the darkness and filth under her feet..."

In the white jade chariot, Chu Chan was playing with refining the blue sea tide pearl, without any disturbance on her face.

For Ling Zhuyun's great reward, he didn't have much gratitude and care.

If in the past, when she was bullied, ridiculed and indifferent, Ling Zhuyun could stand up and seek justice for her, she would naturally be extremely grateful, and wished she could act like a cow to show her gratitude.

But today is different from the past. For her, Bihaichaoshengzhu is just a dispensable thing.

"You really answered that sentence. When you stand at a certain height, you will find that the world treats you politely..." The corner of Chu Chan's mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

After leaving Chi Yaozong's residence, she did not return to the City Lord's Mansion immediately, but planned to go to Wanbao Pavilion to choose some magic weapons for self-defense for her younger brother Chu Yun.

Anyang City is the main city of a county, with a huge scale and an even wider area.

The pavilions and palaces in the city are divided into two parts, the inner city and the inner city.

The inner city is splendid, the silver waterfall swirls, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing, the islands are located, and some sacred mountains can even be seen hidden among them, blocked by clouds and mist.

Almost all the immortal sects of the major forces have territories in these places.

Either it is the stone gambling workshop opened, or the weapons workshop, the elixir shop, the auction house, the Immortal Clothes Pavilion, the Fengyue place... almost everything.

On the long streets on both sides, there are also many bazaars and street stalls, and many monks come and go. If you are lucky, you can also encounter many good things.

Chu Chan, who was thinking about something in the white jade chariot, suddenly heard a sound of arguing not far away.

"It's just a broken fragment of a magic weapon. The black ones are all broken like this. Even if you say it was used by an immortal, it can't be so expensive..."

"Whether you like to buy it or not, look at your outfit, you can't afford it."

"Since you don't buy it, don't delay the little old man's business. There are other customers who want to see it."

"Who are you trying to fool? I just saw the lines on this fragment of the magic weapon. It's a bit old. I want to take it back and study it. You old bastard, you really think I can't be fooled, and you dare to ask for five thousand spirits. Shi..." The voice of a distraught man was obviously a little angry.

And the lame old man who set up the stall sat there calmly, smoking a dry cigarette, as if he liked to buy or not.

"Stop."

Chu Chan on the white jade chariot lifted the curtain and saw the shattered weapon fragment, suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart, and immediately ordered people to stop.

She walked down, came to the stall, and looked at the piece of weapon fragment, feeling very thick and cold, dark and deep, as if shining with some kind of cold light.

"Five thousand spirit stones, right? I want it." She picked it up, stroked it lightly, and said directly.

The rotten old man was taken aback for a moment, wondering where he had been taken advantage of.

He bought it from a few tomb thieves and spent dozens of spirit stones. He wanted to fool people, but he never thought that someone would really like it, and he would be willing to give up five thousand spirit stones.

The frantic man at the side was also stunned. He originally thought that a hundred spirit stones were expensive, but now someone really wants five thousand spirit stones?
"This is my old man's family heirloom. The five thousand spirit stones are just casually said. They are not for sale..."

Seeing Chu Chan's luxurious dress and beautiful appearance, the crippled old man suddenly smiled, and quickly changed his words. He finally caught a big guy, and if he didn't make a good killing, he felt that he was going to lose a lot.

Chu Chan was not surprised that he would suddenly change his mind.

The maid who was about to pay behind her had a cold look in her eyes, and she was about to take a step forward.

Chu Chan waved her hand and asked again, "How much will you be willing to sell?"

"I won't sell much." The crippled old man shook his head with a firm tone, as if he was determined by Chu Chan.

Chu Chan suddenly smiled, this smile was astonishingly bright, like a flower blooming, and many men around were stunned.

"is it?"

"His other leg was broken too." She said lightly.

The crippled old man was taken aback for a moment, he never expected that Chu Chan would be so ruthless that his leg would be broken if he didn't agree with each other.

He was about to struggle and shout to attract the patrol, but when he saw the word "Ginger" hanging beside the white jade chariot, his face suddenly turned pale, and he swallowed all his words.

The people watching the play looked gloating.

Soon, Chu Chan with a calm and indifferent expression casually dropped a bag of spirit stones, picked up the dark weapon fragment, returned to the chariot thoughtfully, and left slowly.

……

At the same time, on the other side, Ye Ming, who disguised himself as a handsome man, was talking with Ling Zhuyun in the Yaochi Zongpian Hall.

The two sat across the table, and on the jade table in front of them, a female disciple brought green tea, which was so fragrant that it made the spirit platform clear.

"Brother Lin is really cautious. Every time we meet, you have a different appearance. Even I can't see your identity with this restraint."

"Could it be that there is some great enemy in Anyang City?"

Ling Zhuyun opened her mouth, and there seemed to be some doubts and surprises on the face covered by the light gauze.

She and Ye Ming met in a secret place. When the secret place was born, many monks came to fight for it.

But because of the restrictions left in it, everyone was trapped. In the end, Ye Ming made a move to defuse it skillfully and lead everyone out of trouble.

At that time, she thought that Ye Ming was a formation master, with extremely high attainments at a young age, presumably in the formation technique, he was still a rare talent in thousands of years, so she left a contact jade talisman at that time.

Later, when she was exploring a site, she found some partners because she wanted to decipher the formation around it, and one of them was Ye Ming.

Ye Ming also helped her a lot, and the two gradually became acquainted with each other. She also admired Ye Ming very much, and felt that he was brave, resourceful, resolute, and powerful.

Although he was born as a casual cultivator, he is not necessarily inferior to those true masters.

Ye Ming looked at her, suppressed the admiration in his heart, and shook his head when he heard the words, "Not really, but if you show your true face, it will indeed cause a lot of trouble."

"The female disciple I saw outside the Yaochi Sect's residence just now, it seems that her life is not in danger..."

"Huh?" Ling Zhuyun was slightly surprised.

Ye Ming didn't talk nonsense, after all, he would rescue Chu Chan at that time, and it was because of Ling Zhuyun's face that he intentionally made her owe him a favor, and he would definitely tell her about it.

He didn't expect to see Chu Chan outside just now, so he just took this opportunity to inform Ling Zhuyun about it.

Immediately, he explained what happened that day at Zuixianju.

After hearing this, Ling Zhuyun was a little stunned, with a burst of gratitude on her face, and said, "I didn't expect that the assassin who assassinated the son of the Xiangguo Mansion was Brother Ye. Thank you Brother Ye for your help."

Ye Ming trusted her and was not worried that she would reveal her identity.

He smiled and said, "Since it's Zhu Yun's fellow apprentice, since I saw it, I can't sit idly by."

"It's a pity that he couldn't be rescued that day. The villain is surrounded by... so many masters, it's really powerless."

Speaking of this, his heart was actually a little cloudy, because he guessed that the terrifying young existence he met on the Scarlet Plateau was Jiang Lan.

But what about the evidence?

He didn't dare to talk about this kind of thing lightly, let alone tell Ling Zhuyun.

Ling Zhuyun has always hated the members of the Blood Immortal Sect, if she knew that he had been to the Scarlet Plateau, what would she think of him?

"Brother Ye, you don't have to blame yourself. I'm already very grateful that you have such a heart."

Ling Zhuyun said, she didn't think much about it, because in her perception all along, Ye Ming belonged to the kind of chivalrous, courageous, old-fashioned and warm-hearted generation who would help the weak and do what is right.

"Actually, I came here today to discuss with you, Zhu Yun, the inheritance and good fortune of Zhenjun Zixia. I didn't expect that in just a few days, there would be a lot of rumors about this matter, and I don't know who is behind it. , originally in my expectation, not too many people would know about this matter."

"When the time comes, the two of us will join hands, and Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance will definitely be at hand." Ye Ming remembered the business and said.

Ling Zhuyun frowned slightly and said, "From the looks of it, it does seem that someone is behind the scenes to fuel the flames. The more people who know about it, the less chance we have of getting a chance."

"Even the Xiangguo's government intends to intervene in this matter..."

Ye Ming was shocked and confused.

Ling Zhuyun looked at him, and told him about Jiang Lan's intention to hold a tea-making meeting three days later.

This made Ye Ming frown. If he didn't know that Jiang Lan was hiding so deeply, he might think that this tea making meeting was just a joke.

But now that he knew that Jiang Lan was scary, he had a vague feeling that there might be some conspiracy in it...

"Three days later, I will go with you, Zhu Yun." After thinking about it, Ye Ming said.

Anyway, he has changed his face and concealed his breath. It is almost impossible for Jiang Lan to find out his identity.

"Brother Ye, are you worried about any accident?"

Ling Zhuyun was surprised. Judging from her understanding of Ye Ming, he is a very cautious person and will not show up in front of people easily. It is estimated that young talents in the entire Anyang City will go to this tea making conference.

After all, no one dared not give face to Mr. Xiangguo's mansion.

And when he appears with him, it's hard to guarantee that he won't attract attention and think too much...

Ye Ming shook his head and said with a smile, "I just want to see the world, and see who are the outstanding talents in Daxia today."

Ling Zhuyun nodded and said, "Okay, after those three days, Brother Ye will come here and wait for me."

Ye Ming nodded, and didn't say anything more, and then talked with Ling Zhuyun for a while, before getting up to leave.

Although he admires Ling Zhuyun, he also understands her temperament and doesn't like to get involved in too many trivial matters. If it's nothing serious, disturbing her practice will only make her unhappy.

"Brother Ye's concern for me is a bit too much..."

"I can only say I'm sorry for his intentions. I don't care about my children's affair, I just want to be a Taoist, and I only have the appreciation of a friend for him."

After Ye Ming left, Ling Zhuyun shook her head slightly.

Her words seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be telling someone.

"Zhu Yun, you will become the suzerain of the Yaochi Sect in the future. In you, the Supreme Elder sees the hope of the revival of the Yaochi Sect."

"You shouldn't want to disappoint your master either."

And not long after she finished speaking, a beautiful woman with a lingering charm and a glamorous appearance appeared, looking at her, as if admonishing or warning her.

Ling Zhuyun nodded lightly and said, "I understand."

"Although this Ye Ming is extraordinary, if he hinders your practice, the sect will definitely not let him go." The beautiful woman said.

"You'd better treat him as a friend, or you will only hurt him."

……

Three days passed in a flash.

In the past few days, apart from the mountains outside Anyang City, the purple mist has become more dense and the vision is even more astonishing.

The most notable one was Jiang Lan, son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who held a tea-making conference and invited young talents from all walks of life to gather at the Xingxingtai.

Almost all monks and creatures are discussing this matter.

But all the prominent disciples of the Immortal Sect had received the invitation letter, and the young clansmen from all the ancient aristocratic families and powerful clans, as long as they appeared in Anyang City, they also got the news.

Regarding this matter, although the young Tianjiao were surprised and didn't know what it meant, but no one dared to disobey and did not give him face, no matter how weird and awkward they felt, they could only hold their noses and accept it.

On the contrary, quite a few good people speculated that this was because the ulterior motives were not to drink, and it might be the son of Xiangguo's mansion who wanted to "beauty pageant".

After all, the true biographies of the Yaochi Sect and the Goddess Palace have appeared in the Yaochi Sect in the past few days. Each of them is a stunning beauty with a celestial appearance and national beauty. There are many suitors. When they first appeared, they caused waves of sensation.

In addition, among the younger generation of the major immortal sects, there are also some beauties who are exquisitely beautiful and beautiful.

This statement has been unanimously agreed by many monks, and they are secretly cursing and envious.

Everyone scolded Jiang Lan, and everyone hated Jiang Lan.

After hearing these news and statements, the faces of the immortal sects of the great aristocratic families turned a little green, but they still felt that there was some possibility and reason.

Therefore, let those good-looking and beautiful disciples of their own hide away, and it is best not to go out these few days to attract Jiang Lan's attention.

"Jiang Lan even held a so-called tea-making conference and invited all the talents to go. It's really ridiculous."

"Everyone knows that apart from playing with women, he has no achievements in cultivation. He is a waste, and as the host, he also invited a group of young talents..."

"It's really funny."

On a long street, a tall and straight man in a golden battle armor, looking imposing, was riding a wild beast, leading a group of knights to this place.

A golden token hangs from his waist, with a hint of dao rhyme and dragon spirit permeating the air, and the word "Xia" is engraved on the other side, showing his identity as a member of the royal family.

Although the current Emperor Xia is still young, the princes of the Great Xia are not simple. Each of them occupies one side, supports their own self-respect, and has many masters under their command.

The man in front of him is the third son of Prince Wu Xuan, named Xia Jie.

"Third Lord, there are many people in Anyang City, so be cautious about your words." Behind Xia Jie, a man with a bit of refined temperament stepped forward and persuaded him.

"So what if you say it, it's the truth, he doesn't care about it, so what if I say it?" Xia Jie said disdainfully, and his words seemed to be very familiar with Jiang Lan.

"This time I came to Anyang City, but I helped him find a few good women. If he didn't thank me well, could it be that he was angry because I said a few words to him?"

He made no secret of what he said, and when many monks on the long street heard it, they felt contemptuous for a while, and then hurriedly avoided it.

People in the royal family are not easy to provoke, especially some people seem to know Xia Jie's identity, and they retreat from him as if they are facing Jiang Lan.

"Ugh……"

The man behind Xia Jie sighed, as if feeling a headache.

And Xia Jie didn't care about it at all, and led a large number of attendant knights, and went to the inner city.

At this moment, on the Star Picking Platform located in the depths of Anyang City, singing and dancing were swaying, and clouds and mists were surging everywhere, which was incomparably spacious.

There have been maids waiting here for a long time, serving all kinds of spiritual wine and delicacies, and they are even more arranged in the banquet. The aroma is tangy, the wine is mellow, and the fragrance goes away, which makes many monks outside tremble with their index fingers.

However, only Tianjiao who received the invitation letter can come to this so-called tea making conference.

Ordinary monks are not even qualified to observe the ceremony.

In the center of the Star Picking Platform, all the utensils needed for making tea have been set up, and the most famous tea art masters in Anyang City have already prepared them.

"Looks like I'm too early to wait."

During the banquet, a man in a golden robe spoke.

He looked very young, about 20 years old, wearing a gold-rimmed robe.

There are dragon horns on his forehead, and even his hair shines brightly like the sun. Behind him, there is a faint glow, and his blood is extremely powerful.

The dragon people, with the blood of a real dragon flowing in their bodies, have extremely strong physiques, and they are considered to be one of the top alien royal families on the land of Kyushu today.

At the same time, it is also an ethnic group that is very close to the Xiangguo Mansion, and with the support of the Xiangguo Mansion behind it, it has annexed many foreign races in the past few decades.

"Since it is the young master's invitation, there must be no one who dares to lose face, so wait a little longer."

Another man smiled and said, he was wearing a blue gown, with scales between his brows, and he was obviously of a foreign race.

Beside them, there are some young beings, both male and female, human race and foreign race, who are shrouded in divine radiance, or surging with energy and blood, and they are equally powerful.

Obviously, the ethnic group behind them has a deep relationship with the Xiangguo Mansion, so they came to the tea making meeting early.

During the conversation, they respected Jiang Lan and the Xiangguo Mansion behind him.

"Did you come so early?"

At this time, a slightly surprised voice sounded not far away.

A delicate girl came. She casually wore a dress made of animal skin. Her face was exquisite, no different from that of a human race. However, if you looked closely, you would find that her skin was slightly whiter than that of a human race, and some of it could be clearly seen. Light blue veins.

"This guy is here too."

The complexions of all the young people here have changed slightly, even the man of the Dragon Race in the golden robe, there is something wrong with his expression.

"Ao Xu, why are you here? Where's your sister?" As soon as the delicate girl came, she crossed her arms and walked towards the dragon-human man.

(End of this chapter)