My Wife from the Game

Zhao Zhiyan could see Wang Chao's mind, knowing that his attitude was resolute, he would not join the Qinglong Club, and he would not put his future pursuit in his eyes.At the moment, he also wisely stopped talking, stood up, and bowed his hands at Wang Chao: "Young Master Wang, there will be a future."

No wonder Zhao Zhiyan was able to enter the Ming Kingdom so quickly, and he was able to join forces such as the Azure Dragon Society. His ability to observe words was indeed unusual, at least it would not make Wang Chao annoyed.

After Zhao Zhiyan finished speaking, he simply retracted his hand and walked quickly towards the outside of the wing.

However, just as he walked to the door, he heard a faint voice behind him.

"If one day Young Master Yu changes his mind, it's better to tell me earlier, if it's too late, maybe the situation will be different."

This is arrogant and domineering.

Because of this, Zhao Zhiyan was stunned for a while, then recovered, just nodded towards Wang Chao and stepped out of the wing.

He was walking in the courtyard, under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swirled, and he was extremely puzzled.He couldn't understand and couldn't understand why Wang Chao was so confident in the face of such giants as the Qinglong Association, and his tone of speech was so determined.Doesn't he know what he's afraid of?

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Zhiyan couldn't figure it out either. He simply waved his hand and quickened his pace. The figure soon completely merged into the night.

The night is as cool as water, the moonlight is cold, the oil lamps in the backyard are all extinguished, and the chirping sound of the wise can be heard in silence.

In the early morning of the second day, the day just dawned, and the magic knife door began to be busy.

Today is the master of the Demon Sword Sect, the last day of the first seven days after Lin Shiyin's father's death. Compared with the first six days, Lin Shiyin still needs to invite some monks and Taoists to do things here. This is a local custom and must not be ignored or changed.

So in the early morning, Xue Muhua was entrusted to go to the temple and Taoist temple to invite people, while Lin Shiyin and others stayed in the magic sword gate to arrange, and they needed to prepare fast food for the monks and Taoist priests who were coming to practice.

After about two hours.

The magic knife door walked into a group of people.

The leader was Xue Muhua, followed by a group of monks with bald heads and yellow robes, old and young, followed by Taoist priests in blue Taoist robes, adding up to nearly twenty.

They all lowered their eyes, their faces were serious, they didn't say a word, they walked slowly, and the distance they took with each step was the same.

When they came to the arranged hall, Su Xinghe on the side frowned when he saw these people, and said in a deep voice, "These are fake monks, fake Taoist priests."

Immediately afterwards, he continued: "If it is really a Taoist monk, who has been subjected to incense for many years, his body should have a strong smell of incense, not as clean as these people, without a trace of it."

Su Xinghe can find the strangeness of these people, not to mention Wang Chao.

His six senses were sharp, and he immediately saw that those monks and Taoists had calluses on their right hands, which were formed by holding weapons in their hands all the year round.

However, Wang Chao was very puzzled. Since these people have practiced martial arts for many years, why can't he feel the fluctuations of inner strength or true qi from these people?

Wang Chao had doubts, so he naturally asked Su Xinghe next to him.

Although Su Xinghe's strength is far inferior to him, but in the end, he is an old river and lake, and he knows more anecdotes.

After listening to Wang Chao's words, Su Xinghe pondered for a moment and replied, "There are some exercises and martial arts that can hide their breath."

Wang Chao suddenly realized.

If there is such a hidden cultivation technique, it can indeed cover up its cultivation base and infuriating qi fluctuations, and it is normal that it cannot be seen.

Su Xinghe pondered for a moment, then frowned slightly: "I don't know what power these people are, why they pretend to be monks and Taoists, and whether they have any purpose in coming to the Demon Sword Sect."

When the voice fell, Wang Chao faintly spit out three words: "Qinglonghui."

060 Su Xinghe was stunned when he heard the words, and looking at his appearance, he obviously knew that the Qinglong would meet.However, he still didn't understand, this is so good, how could Qinglong come to the door?

Seeing the doubts on his face, Wang Chao said indifferently without changing his expression: "Then Shangguan Jinhong is a member of the Qinglong Club."

"So that's the case!" Su Xinghe immediately understood that Qinglong would come to seek revenge for Shangguan Jinhong.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, probed slightly, approached Wang Chao, and lowered his voice: "Young Master, do you want to take advantage of this moment and do it directly?"

Wang Chao shook his head and said, "Don't worry."

Qinglonghui knew his strength, and he actually dared to send people to his door like this.After all, they are the top forces of the Ming Dynasty, and Wang Chao has given them face, so he intends to treat them with caution.

After all, in addition to him, there are also Lin Shiyin and the other daughters. Just relying on the protection of Su Xinghe, if there are a few masters among the monks, they will not be able to do what they want.At that time, if you are not careful, there will inevitably be some accidents.

Here in Wang Chao, he can't allow any accident to happen.

Thinking of this, Wang Chao lowered his head slightly, whispered a few words in Su Xinghe's ear, and then looked at the monks standing in the hall again.

After Su Xinghe listened, he nodded immediately, turned and left quickly.

Chapter [-] bear the consequences of provoking me

At this time, the preparations were completed in the hall, and the monks and Taoist priests were all seated, and the ceremony began on the last day of the first seven days.

The chanting sounds are continuously spit out from the monk's mouth, and the syllables are complicated, but it makes people unable to help but concentrate and get rid of distracting thoughts.

There was a lit long incense in the incense burner, the smoke rose up, and a unique fragrance began to spread.

Before I knew it, half an hour passed in the flatness of the scriptures.

The incense was about to burn to the bottom, and the sound of the monks chanting became more and more slow.

The Taoist priests finally finished their arrangement at this time. There were several tributes placed on the long table in front of them. The yellow talismans like ghostly painted talismans were pasted on them, and the peach wood swords were also waving again and again.

One of the Taoist priests, who looked to be in his forties and had sharp eyebrows, said in a low voice, "Next, the poor Taoist will sprinkle the sky with ashes, so don't worry about it."

When he said this, he first glanced at Wang Chao, and then put his eyes back on Lin Shiyin.

Lin Shiyin nodded immediately after hearing the words, expressing her understanding.

On the other hand, a coldness appeared in Wang Chao's eyes.