The long-haired man leaning against the flower stand smiled awkwardly upon hearing this, and straightened his crazy long hair: "Don't blame me, senior. Our ancestor insisted that I bring it here to try."
Zhou Yanzhi nodded to indicate that he understood.
But these words sound different to other people.
The woman, who looked about thirty years old and had the aura of a queen, slapped her chest hard a few times, took a few breaths, and said through gritted teeth, "Who are you talking about? Taoist Xiaochen?"
The long-haired man smiled faintly and said nothing.
The woman fell silent. The expression on her face when she looked at Zhou Yanzhi was indescribable. But soon, she looked at Xiao Yu again, her eyes tinged with resentment.
Xiao Yu: ...What does this mean? He doesn't seem to know the other person?
The only man wearing a hat among the six touched it, twirled the beads in his hand, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Senior Zhou, on your happy marriage."
Zhou Yanzhi: "Thank you very much."
Others: ...a good match?
Well, it's a perfect match. If they can have such a perfect match, they won't care about the other person's gender. This is too much of an advantage. Zhou Mowang is already extremely talented, ranking in the top 100 in both the East and the West in terms of abnormal abilities. Now, he's probably in the top 10. I guess those old guys who don't come out of the world will be surpassed by him.
The royal sister lifted her hair by her ear, looked at Xiao Yu, and muttered in her heart: If I were younger, not to mention ten years younger, even five years younger, I would also give it a try.
The man who greeted Zhou Yanzhi at the beginning, seeing that the atmosphere was gradually becoming weird, quickly said: "How about we take a seat and talk while we eat."
"I'm not in a hurry. I haven't introduced myself yet." The bandit-like man looked at Xiao Yu, restrained his expression, and spoke seriously, "Mr. Xiao, my name is Zhao Hanlin, I am 35 years old this year, born into a century-old martial arts family, and currently the head of the multinational group - Zhongzheng Group. This is a gift for our first meeting, I hope you like it." As he said that, he took out a rectangular wooden box from the spacious pocket of his Tang suit trousers and handed it over.
Seeing that he didn't move forward, Zhou Yanzhi handed the thing to him from five or six meters away, raised his hand and waved, and the box in Zhao Hanlin's hand immediately flew in front of him.
"Here."
Xiao Yu looked at the box floating in front of him, surprised that the novel reflected reality, but he still quickly reached out and took it.
The box is a bit heavy and I don’t know what’s inside.
"Zhao Hanlin, you really are, ah!" The man in the hat was obviously unhappy, "Mr. Zhou, would you care about these little things of ours? When they hold a banquet, can't we just give some gifts casually?" Having said that, the man in the hat still said with a smile, "I am Yonghuan, a poor monk, and I don't have anything valuable at home. I will give you a Buddha amulet that I made myself. With this, you don't need to buy a ticket when you are interested in traveling to famous mountains and ancient temples." As he said that, he threw out a golden-red Bodhi bead string with a golden jade amulet on the top of the string.
This time, Zhou Yanzhi didn't know whether he forgot or what, and didn't go to answer it.
Seeing that the long string of beads was about to fly over their heads, Xiao Yu immediately raised his hand.
Everyone saw a flash of golden light, and the string of beads, which was originally far above Xiao Yu's head and still had a little true energy, fell down and was put on Xiao Yu's hand.
"Thank you." Xiao Yu took the beads with lingering fear and expressed his sincere gratitude.
Monk Yonghuan looked at him with a smile, touched his hat, and waved his hand: "No, no, it's not a precious thing. At most, the Vajra Bodhi seeds are collected one by one after traveling thousands of miles. It took some effort."
The golden light just now was short but beautiful, and the moment of its blooming actually made people feel happy.
This is not the power of Taoism or Buddhism, nor is it the true qi and vital energy of the ancient martial arts world.
Everyone looked at Xiao Yu.
The first time they saw Xiao Yu, they thought he was just an ordinary person. However, as members of a special organization and leaders in their respective forces, they knew that anyone who could withstand Zhou Yanzhi's physique must be extraordinary, even if he was an ordinary person.
But no matter how extraordinary he is, he is still an ordinary person in the eyes of these people.
But the golden light just now made them completely suppress the contempt in their hearts.
Perhaps it wasn't that the other party was ordinary, but rather that their cultivation was too low. Just like just now, Zhou Yanzhi didn't even move his hands, and the five of them were defeated miserably.
Only they know the feeling of powerlessness that is difficult to overcome.
Following Monk Yonghuan, the long-haired young man Zhang Mingqing gifted Xiao Yu a peach wood sword with a Five Emperors' Coin pendant. The imperial sister Bai Shuangshuang gifted him an ancient sword from the Qingcheng Sect, said to be an antique from the late Qing Dynasty.
Among the five people, the cool guy Hu Yangyu, who rarely talks, gave a palm-sized... toy wooden warehouse.
When the other party gave him a toy wooden warehouse, his other expressions were a bit baffling.
Although Xiao Yu was confused, he didn't dare to ask more questions.
The food at Siheyuan is very delicious and rich, catering to both Taoist and Buddhist traditions.
When they were about to leave after dinner, a middle-aged man who called himself Wang Guohuai handed Zhou Yanzhi a password box. Xiao Yu took a look at the password box and felt that it seemed like some secret deal was going on.
"Sorry to bother Mr. Zhou. If you have time, please take Mr. Xiao to the office for a walk." Wang Guohuai smiled in an approachable manner.
Zhou Yanzhi said seriously, "Not within three years."
Wang Guohuai paused, looked at Xiao Yu, seemed to be hesitant to speak, but finally nodded with difficulty.
Xiao Yu: ...
"Fuck!" Xiao Yu crawled onto the bed, looking as fragile as a withered flower. He trembled as he reached for the phone on the bedside table. It was 11:58 AM.
Very good, two minutes to twelve.
"Oh!" Xiao Yu threw away his phone, climbed on the pillow and into the quilt, one hand gently stroking his lower abdomen. Only in this way could he reduce the residual traces that were so strongly felt after using it for a night.
Before going up to dinner last night, he was still feeling "sad and worried" that Zhou Yanzhi would "retire early".
Now, he really wants to leave and 'retire'.
Who the hell does that kind of thing all night? And yet, the next day, they're still energetic and ready to go to work? It's like they're useless.
Oh!
Xiao Yu really wanted to %*&& (swearing very vulgarly), the martial arts master’s bug was too big, right?
If that were the case, he'd already reached the Nascent Soul stage, so he should be considered a master, right? Why was he left like he'd been run over by a car, half-dead?
Also, it was clearly Zhou Yanzhi who was exercising.
Why is he the one who is tired and in pain?
God, there is something seriously wrong with this setting. He seriously suspects that this is a system loophole.
…
Xiao Yu crawled on the bed for another half an hour. He was so hungry that he could only ignore the abnormality in his body and climbed out of the bed with weak legs. When he went to the closet to choose clothes, he saw the 'culprit' from last night.
——A neat military uniform of the rank of captain.
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