Chapter 347: Strange People
After leaving the garden, they entered a magnificent palace. Even the pillars in the palace were carved with exquisite carvings of dragons and phoenixes, and gilded jade was inlaid in every corner. The high-profile luxury was obvious at first glance.
To Tao Zi, this palace didn't look like the style of a sect of immortal cultivators at all. Instead, it looked like a royal palace from three thousand years ago. Of course, she didn't point this out.
Before entering, Cheng Wuchou said solemnly: "The person inside is not ordinary. The four of you should be careful and don't look around. If possible, it's best to keep your heads down."
Tao Zi and others naturally would not act arrogantly in such a place. They followed Cheng Wuchou with their heads slightly lowered. Finally, he stopped.
From the corner of his eye, Tao Zi saw in front of him a chair made of high-quality spiritual stone, inlaid with gold and jade, and a person standing next to the chair.
An old voice rang out, "Wu Chou, is this the young friend you mentioned who can escape the control of the Heavenly Dao?"
When Cheng Wuchou answered, his tone was respectful: "Yes, in a sense, they have temporarily escaped their predetermined fate."
The old voice laughed and said, "There's no need to be so restrained, everyone. Lift your heads and let me see."
Tao Zi then raised her head and looked directly at the senior following the voice.
To her surprise, the senior's appearance was not as old as his voice. At first glance, she thought he was a man in his prime.
His appearance was not stunning, but was of average quality. However, no one would notice his appearance. After all, his temperament was too strange. He looked like a middle-aged man, but he had an air of decay. If one did not pay attention to his features, one would think that he was very old and was just waiting for death.
But when her eyes met his, Tao Zi was stunned. The look in this man's eyes was extremely firm, which did not remind people of old age at all.
Contradictions, too many contradictions, this person is full of contradictions.
Cheng Wuchou was startled by the sound of "bang". He looked at the cup that fell from his hand and asked, "Sir, what happened?"
The man called "Mr." stared at Tao Zi, ignored her question, and quickly stepped forward, asking, "Little girl, what's your name?"
She was stunned for a moment, then answered hesitantly, "Tao Zi."
"Tao Zi." He chewed on the name lightly, then smiled and said, "It's a good name, really good."
Cheng Wuchou looked at the scene in surprise and doubt, and asked, "Sir, what's the problem?"
"It's okay. You all have come a long way and must be tired. Go and rest first."
Cheng Wuchou didn't ask any more questions, nodded in agreement, and led them out.
Someone came and took them to the rest area. When they arrived at the room, Tao Zi stopped Cheng Wuchou who was about to leave and asked, "What's going on with your husband?"
He was also puzzled: "I don't know either. This is the first time I've seen you lose your composure like this."
Xi Jing said, "Is there something strange about this face? That doesn't make sense. Senior Sister also has..."
Halfway through her words, she remembered that Cheng Wuchou was still there and quickly shut her mouth.
Cheng Wuchou seemed to have been reminded and said, "Sir, he has an ability."
"What?"
"He can see through the surface and see others for who they really are, whether they are wearing a mask of human skin or have been disfigured."
Tao Zi suddenly raised her head and looked at him. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "I was so anxious to bring you here that I forgot to remind you of this."
She pressed her forehead, her tone unusually irritable, even calling him by his name: "Cheng Wuchou, do you know how much trouble this will bring me?"
Only God knows how many monks from the Xujia Sect she and Xingtang have killed. When it comes to hatred, it is irreconcilable.
Tao Zi didn't give Cheng Wuchou time to react and said, "I want to leave here now."
"Wait!" He said anxiously, "I was negligent, but I promise, the master won't do anything to you."
She frowned at him and said, "Are you sure?"
Cheng Wuchou regained his previous gentle demeanor and said with a smile: "Of course, the master doesn't care about what's happening outside, let alone your previous identity, so don't worry."
"So what's with his reaction?"
He shook his head and said, "I'm curious too. I'll ask around later."
Zhao Xue asked hesitantly, "What previous identity do you have? Senior Sister, were you previously involved with the Xujia Sect?"
Tao Zi: "...It's a long story, you guys better not know it for now."
She didn't dare to say anything about these people's ability to hide their emotions, otherwise they might fight with the storyteller in the small teahouse one day.
The three of them didn't ask any more questions, just pretending they heard nothing.
Cheng Wuchou gave some instructions on some important matters and left in a hurry.
After waiting for the outsiders to leave, Jiao'er's cousin spoke cautiously, "That person doesn't give me a good impression."
"Hmm?" She looked over.
“I can’t say what’s wrong with it, but it just doesn’t feel comfortable.”
Han Yueshan also responded: "Senior Sister, I feel the same way. It really doesn't make me feel comfortable."
Xi Jing was shocked and said, "I thought it was just my illusion."
Only Zhao Xue looked at them blankly: "I don't think there's anything wrong, it's just that the voice doesn't quite match the appearance."
Tao Zi looked at them and said, "I don't feel that way either. I just think this person is a bit contradictory, but I don't have any ill feelings towards him."
They looked at each other in bewilderment. She remembered Han Yueshan's sensitivity to demons, and her tone became serious: "Don't be alone, the three of you. If you find anything wrong, whether you are sure or not, you must let me know."
They all responded: "Okay, Senior Sister."
After the three of them returned to their room, Tao Zi sat on a chair, pressed his forehead with a headache, and began to recall the way he came in.
Not long after, someone knocked on the door. She raised her voice and said, "Come in."
To her surprise, it was that gentleman who came in, holding a plate of fruit in his hand.
Tao Zi stood up and said, "Senior, what are you doing?"
The gentleman smiled gently, placed the fruit plate on the table, and said, "Someone happened to deliver some fresh fruit today, so I brought some over. No need to be so restrained, just sit down."
She said politely, "Thank you for taking the trip, sir."
"No, it's just a matter of convenience." The gentleman looked at her with extremely gentle eyes, "Miss Tao, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me gentleman as if we have no grudges."
Tao Zi didn't hesitate and called out, "Sir."
"Yeah." He responded neither loudly nor softly, but his eyes became gentler.
Looking at such a gentleman, Tao Zi suddenly thought of someone - Cheng Wuchou.
Cheng Wuchou also looks gentle, but the difference is that this gentleman's gentleness comes from his bones, while Cheng Wuchou relies on his ever-smiling eyes to show his gentleness.
Come to think of it, perhaps Yue Qingya is more like him, except that he lacks the dignity and grandeur in his gestures, and is more kind.
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