The sudden situation left everyone confused.

Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing each greeted their families, then followed the leading man in black into the car, along with the driver of the stretched sedan.

Inside the car, the man in black sat in the driver's seat, Tan Jia driver sat as the co-pilot, Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing sat in the back seat. The scene was very funny for a while.

The driver casually put his arm on the window, glanced at the street outside the window, glanced at the man in black, and said nonchalantly: "Can you drive? Or I can drive?"

The man in black gripped the steering wheel tightly, and he had the illusion that he was in a driving school. He said hurriedly, "I can drive, I can drive..."

How could he dare let this man take over the steering wheel? He didn't know where the car would go. Now he was afraid of encountering a fight during driving.

Two high school students in school uniforms were sitting in the back. Chu Qianli turned around and looked at the huge convoy behind him. He exclaimed, "Is this how you go to school every day? I never noticed it before!"

Tan Muxing replied with difficulty: "...Yes, Uncle Qi used to send my sister off, but now he picks me up."

Uncle Qi is the driver of the stretched sedan and is now the co-pilot sitting in the car.

The "sister" that Tan Muxing mentioned is his uncle's daughter, so she should be considered his cousin.

Chu Qianli: "Is this the happiness of rich people? How cool are you in school?"

Tan Muxing blushed with shame and said quickly, "No, no, no, actually my sister wanted to reject grandma when she was in junior high school. She felt it was too embarrassing to be like a nouveau riche. She even quarreled with grandma, saying that anyone who would kidnap a child in the capital was stupid..."

Man in black: “…”

"She also said that going to and from school like this would make her have no friends at school, and that so many cars emitting exhaust gas was not environmentally friendly. Anyway, she would not allow grandma to do this, and the two of them were very unhappy at the time..."

Chu Qianli asked, "And then sister used environmental protection to decline, so Uncle Qi came to see you off?"

Tan Muxing shook her head and said, "No, then my grandmother paid for an ecological public welfare forest project, saying that this would offset the exhaust gas from our family's cars. After my sister went abroad to study, Uncle Qi came to pick me up."

Chu Qianli: “?”

Tan Muxing lowered her head in distress: "My sister argued with grandma about this matter when she was in middle school, but it didn't come to any conclusion, so I stopped arguing."

Tan Muxing's personality is not as strong as his cousin's. How could he possibly do something that his cousin couldn't do?

Uncle Qi was sitting in the passenger seat. He glanced at the man in black and said casually, "You can give the old lady a call later. She will probably be very happy all night if she knows about this."

Tan Muxing complained: "... and then called her sister to show off?"

Outside the villa in the suburbs of Beijing, everyone was waiting for news. When they saw the vehicles outside, they turned around and reported: "Master Wan, people are coming!"

Wan Ketan waited quietly for a long time. He nodded slightly, waiting for Chu Qianli to show up.

Others stood by the railings and asked with strange expressions, "Huh? That's not right. Why are there so many cars?"

“Did you invite so many people?”

"It's like the police in the movies."

Five or six strange cars blocked the gate of the villa, but the people who got out of the cars were not men in black.

The security guard of the villa area chased after the convoy. He was quite dissatisfied, but he suppressed his temper and said loudly: "Our community has regulations. There is a limit on the number of cars that can enter each family. If you want to use a convoy for your wedding, you must report it in advance!"

"You've blocked the road, what are other property owners going to do?"

Uncle Qi got out of the car. Facing the angry security guard, he patted the man in black on the shoulder and said calmly, "Tell him I'm not familiar with the place and don't want to come."

The man in black quickly communicated with the security guard: "I'll do it, I'll see how to arrange it..."

Uncle Qi and others were unwilling to drive the car into the underground parking garage, and insisted on squatting with two children at the gate of the villa, making the scene chaotic.

This should have been a meeting full of events, but now it was filled with chaos and noise.

Wan Ketan stood on the third floor of the villa. He looked at the noisy situation downstairs and frowned, saying, "No one with the surname Xu is as powerful as her!"

Wan Ketan has met many celebrities and wealthy people, but he has never seen such a domineering person. Most of them pretend to be masters. How could they have a convoy to block the door? Isn't this the behavior of worldly people?

Downstairs, Chu Qianli also felt that it was wrong to be extravagant and wasteful, but as expected, no one could resist worldly vanity. Occasionally, if they put on a grand display, they could understand the arrogance of their peers. Anyone would easily become arrogant if they were praised like this every day.

Someone stood at the door of the villa and led Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing in. Uncle Qi was worried and asked someone to follow them in.

The interior of the house is classically and elegantly decorated, with oriental wooden furniture throughout. Various Feng Shui instruments are displayed in the corners, but for some reason it always makes one feel eerie.

As soon as Tan Muxing entered the room, he felt the surroundings become quiet, as if he had come to a silent temple or Taoist temple, where people dared not even breathe. He frowned slightly, subconsciously rejecting it, and followed Chu Qianli closely.

When everyone reached the second floor, the guide suddenly stopped and said, "Master Chu, further up is where Master Wan practices meditation. If you are not familiar with the place, please do not follow us."

Before Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing opened their mouths, Uncle Qi interrupted them forcefully: "Then why don't you just let him go downstairs to talk, so that he won't be disturbed in his meditation."

The man angrily said, "How can you talk like that? Do you understand the rules?"

"Master Xu Qian of the Qian Sect was able to go down the mountain, so why can't you, Master Wan, go downstairs? You are really fooling us amateurs!"

"...Do you know Master Su?"

Chu Qianli added: "Yes, Taoist Xu still lives in the mountain where our ancestors lived."

The Tan family has been dealing with Taoist priest Qianshan for many years, and they may be the group that least believes in the master.

After all, Qianshan Taoist Temple is famous throughout the country. They thought that the Taoist priests of Qianshan Temple don’t have so many things to do, so how could a master from another place dare to act so arrogantly?

The guide couldn't win the argument with Uncle Qi, so he went upstairs angrily and reported the news to Wan Ketan.

Tan Muxing stood on the second floor. He looked around the unfamiliar environment and asked worriedly, "What does Master Wan want to talk to you about?"

Chu Qianli was staring blankly at the candles in the corner. On the small table next to him were many golden cups, all of which were flickering lights, emitting a warm yellow glow in the dimness. There were exactly seven cups. There were complicated talismans posted around, and there were also strange formations drawn on them, which looked like an altar for sacrifice.

"Ah..." Chu Qianli came to her senses after hearing that and replied, "I can roughly guess, but he might be disappointed."

At this moment, the guide came down the stairs. He looked calm and said, "Master Chu, Master Wan said that if you are afraid, you can use divination to see if there is anyone lying in ambush on the third floor."

"We really have similar ideas." Chu Qianli sighed. She turned around and looked at Tan Muxing, and said, "Then let's go upstairs and let Uncle Qi and the others sit for a while."

"No one is allowed upstairs."

"He's not an idle person." Chu Qianli muttered, "Besides, the schoolbag and homework are so heavy, I can't climb up by myself, so please understand the senior high school students."

Guide: “…”

Chu Qianli argued confidently: "He can take advantage of his age and refuse to leave the house. I am a budding flower in my motherland. Can't I let someone carry my backpack?"

Guide: "... Then you guys come up."

Uncle Qi watched the two children go upstairs and said, "If you have any problems, just shout. We will just rush upstairs."

Tan Muxing hurriedly said, "No, no, no, Uncle Qi, you are not in the army anymore, you can't rush around like that anymore..."

Tan Muxing followed Chu Qianli to the third floor on the pretext of helping her carry her schoolbag, and saw the guide reporting again.

Chu Qianli squatted down, took something out of her bag, stuffed it into Tan Muxing's arms, and put the bag back on her shoulders.

Tan Muxing looked down at the item in his arms, stunned and said: "This..."

Before Tan Muxing could ask further questions, the guide came out of the house, causing him to subconsciously hide the things in his arms.

The guide said in a deep voice: "Master Chu, please come in."

Chu Qianli followed him into the house, still mumbling: "Three minutes of conversation and two hours of show, it's like a movie."

Tan Muxing stood outside the house waiting silently, and soon saw the guide come out after closing the door.

The rooms on the third floor are square and well-lit, completely different from the dark second floor. There are all kinds of calligraphy and paintings posted on the walls, and there is a vigorous Taoist calligraphy in the middle. It is truly a place for spiritual practice.

The air is filled with the aroma of tea, mixed with the scent of sandalwood.

At the table, an old man with wrinkles on his face was making tea. Not far away, there was a small incense burner with light smoke rising into the air.

Wan Ketan raised his head and looked at Chu Qianli.

In an instant, Chu Qianli realized that both parties were drawing hexagrams at the same time, and he started to deduce the situation in his mind against all odds.

Birds fluttered past the window, sandalwood clouds lingered in the house, and tea leaves in the cup swayed. Everything moved, and everything was still. Everything could become a hexagram.

This moment penetrates time and space. It seems as short as fire, but it is also extremely long.

Chu Qianli was the first to move. She took off her schoolbag and sat down at the tea table in a carefree manner.

Wan Ketan had a complicated expression: "Chu Yilie really let you come here by yourself?"

Chu Qianli said calmly: "It's useless for Grandpa to worry. He can't crawl out of the coffin. At most, he will come to you in your dreams at night."

Wan Ketan was stunned: "He's dead?"

"Yeah, didn't you figure it out just now?" Chu Qianli smiled as if she suddenly understood something. "Oh, then I know your level. People you haven't seen for many years will be vague, right?"

"Humph, it's just that he has too many tricks. I thought he was faking his death again." Wan Ketan's eyes turned cold and he sneered, "I don't know whether he is dead or not, but you are about to die, little girl."

Wan Ketan was very disappointed to see Chu Qianli. She had come with such a grand ceremony, but when he looked closer, he saw that she had died young. He was not sure whether Chu Yilie was still alive, but now that he saw her face, he was sure that she must be dead.

Wan Ketan wanted to shock Chu Qianli, but she was unmoved and even stabbed him back calmly.

Chu Qianli said calmly: "It's okay, don't worry, I didn't die earlier than you, I can still catch up to burn paper for you, old man, let's not laugh at each other, why bother!"

Wan Ketan was furious: "You..."

"I don't want to drink this. Can I order a cup of milk tea?" Chu Qianli looked at the Mingqian tea on the table, and saw the other party puffing his beard and glaring, and muttered, "Okay, don't be stingy with a cup of milk tea now. Next year, I will sweep your graves and I will bring you someone you like. It's a give and take."

Wan Ketan: “!!?”