Chapter 62: Ancient and Modern Salutations
On the tree in the Imperial Tutor's residence, not only had six new peach blossoms bloomed.
There were also two nearly withered branches that had undergone a transformation from decay to wonder, as if encountering spring after a long winter—each had sprouted a cluster of new buds.
In less than a minute, the Brave Warriors had taken a six-point lead, which made it easy to imagine how terrifying their offense was.
Liu Yi, imitating Xu Zhuo's habit of chewing on a blade of grass, vigorously ruffled his already somewhat disheveled hair. A thought flashed through his mind, and with a slight smile, a plan emerged: It is said that aristocratic families value reputation, generals value troops, and merchants value profit—such has been the case since ancient times. At this moment, the autumn sun was shining high, and by noon people ought to be returning home. Why not use one force to counter another, relying on the power of passersby to rescue them?
"Eh? Isn't that Mei Zi? How in the world did she end up in this godforsaken place?..." Zhan Zhizhan recognized the voice as that of his fiancée, Mei Xiaoran. He quickly jumped down from the tree and ran toward the direction from which the voice came.
Coincidentally, the owner of this secondary body was also named Shi Peng. He was somewhat thin, but he had a dignified appearance.
Just as the group of big men were rubbing their fists and preparing to charge at Bai Lu and the trembling Xi Xiao, a masked man in tight-fitting clothes suddenly appeared on the wall of the teahouse's backyard.
Jiabao stayed one night in the Chu residence. The great-grandmother wanted him to stay with her, while the maternal grandmother wanted Jiabao to go stay with her.
Today, at the gate of Wangnanju, every passerby had a sturdy build and a murderous look on their faces. Every time they passed the main entrance of Wangnanju, they would sneak a furtive glance, clearly harboring ill intentions.
The voice was very familiar. He had heard it when rescuing Osman on Mount Heng—it was the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades.
They crouched behind the bunker at the harbor, raised their guns, and aimed for a while, only to find that no bullets were being fired from the opposite side.
"Alas..." Qian Zhenglun had already guessed that the "urgent mission" Zhan Zhizhan mentioned must be very dangerous. He couldn't bear to see the scene of this pair of passionate lovers parting. After sighing, he turned his face away.
But today, the rules of profound mysteries had become increasingly difficult to cultivate. Practitioners who had mastered the five-element profound mysteries were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, let alone those who also excelled in formations. Thus, the five-element lethal technique had degenerated into something ordinary.
"Someone else's cave? Ridiculous! You clearly occupied my cave, and now you're turning the blame on me—utterly shameless!" Ao Linger's willow-leaf-shaped brows rose as she sneered coldly.
So he sat down in the seat usually occupied by Turtle Jelly, tried pressing a few keys on the computer keyboard, but the screen remained pitch black, showing no response.
After a simple lunch, they began a long wait. During this time, Li Liang received a phone call: the training ground was ready, and the eighteen bodyguards had already set off, expected to arrive by evening.
"But now Zhao Qingfeng is missing. Is this birthday banquet still going to be held?" Ning Fan furrowed his brow slightly.
That iron-backed golden eagle, wounded in the abdomen, stared at Fu Yu with hateful eyes. Its sharp claws shot out once more, and with a slash in the air, a wind blade appeared before Fu Yu.
Hao Ren took the bent pipe from "Red Bull," channeled his true qi, let out a low roar, and straightened the pipe. Then, he brought the pipe before "Red Bull" for him to inspect. Finally, Hao Ren bent the pipe back into a curve.
The white-robed scholar Tong Chao felt relieved upon hearing this. After bowing once more to Sun Li and Sun Wukong, he turned around and rode a cloud toward the Ten Thousand Snake Valley.
"What? This guy with white hair and a middle-aged face actually looks down on our Yu'er? How outrageous!" Zheng Chan'er was furious.
Although Yu Xi was still puzzled, she thought she would slowly ask about what had happened tomorrow. For now, she just wanted to hurry home—she was starving.
The reason he hadn't come before was that he didn't know how to face a reunion as sudden as this one.