Zhang Xiuling walked out of Tongqing Theater, looking a little dazed. Duan Shuqun and Shen Rongqing saw each other off behind her and put Zhang Xiuling on a rickshaw.
Today is the opening ceremony of Tongqing Theater. Zhang Xiuling was invited to attend. After the ceremony, He Jiaqing discussed some things with her, which Zhang Xiuling could not accept.
"Xiuling, I saw you drank a lot just now. Be careful on the road." Shen Rongqing handed the handbag to Zhang Xiuling.
Zhang Xiuling took the bag, said nothing, and asked the driver to drive away.
Duan Shuqun followed the car and shouted, "Master Zhang, I'm waiting for news from you."
After the rickshaw had gone away, Duan Shuqun turned to look at Shen Rongqing: "Rong Qing, after so many years of our friendship, there are some things that I don't want to say more about. Jiaqing can see all your little tricks. Don't look at his usual laughter. This man has never been generous, and when he really turns his back, it will be difficult to handle the matter."
Shen Rongqing laughed: "You have good eyesight. What did you see? Tell him to go ahead. I want to see how much of a crime I have committed. I want to see how he can punish me!"
Duan Shuqun shook his head repeatedly and said nothing more.
Zhang Xiuling arrived at Baiyuan Garden, which is the main hall of Baihuamen. Four gardens surround a foreign-style building. The heads of each hall gathered in the hall of the foreign-style building, waiting for Zhang Xiuling's decision.
He Jiaqing made a condition that Baihuamen would return to the He family. The head of the sect would be appointed by He Jiaqing. All the business in the clan would be handed over to the He family. Each hall member would receive a monthly salary based on the head of the family.
Such conditions are unheard of, and He Jiaqing wants to take over Baihuamen.
He gave Zhang Xiuling three days to make a decision, but Zhang Xiuling did not want to agree.
"Our Baihua Sect is one of the best sects in Puluozhou. None of the previous sect leaders has any weak points. Although I, Zhang Xiuling, am a woman, since I sit in the position of the sect leader, I must not lose the sect's family fortune. Zhang Even if a person is shattered to pieces, he will never bow his knee to the He family!"
A seventh-level literary cultivator, the most talented woman in Puzhou, her words are naturally powerful.
But when these words came out, the heads of each hall did not respond.
To them, there was something more powerful than the words Zhang Xiuling just said, and that thing was Han Yaomen's head.
No matter how beautiful you say it, He Jiaqing was really killed, and not only Han Yaomen was killed, hundreds of people died in Qingyunhui, and their heads were all packed in wooden boxes one by one.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhang Xiuling asked everyone to disperse first.
Back in the bedroom, Zhang Xiuling was in a state of confusion when Fu Lianhong, the master of Honghua Hall, knocked on the door and came in.
The two of them were as good as sisters. Seeing that Zhang Xiuling was the only one in the room, Fu Lianhong simply told the truth: "Sister Xiuling, you can't hold on to your position as head of the house. Let's not talk about how ruthless He Jiaqing is. Everyone in the gang has lost their hearts."
Zhang Xiuling stared at Fu Lianhong for a moment and said nothing.
Fu Lianhong slapped himself: "I blame me for talking too much. My sister must think that I have other motives for saying what I just said. I'll tell you from the bottom of my heart. If my sister is not in the gang, I will definitely not stay." ,
As long as you make up your mind, we sisters will go together.
Over the years, I have a lot of savings. Let’s find a quiet place to live a good life. We are literati.
Why don't you do something that a scholar should do, and put more effort into spiritual practice, which is better than anything else? Why bother here with a group of desperadoes?"
"Literati----."
Zhang Xiuling stared at the bag for a moment, and she thought of another literati.
Shen Rongqing took out the bag for her. She seemed to have something to say at that time.
Zhang Xiuling took the bag and opened it. There was a note inside the compact.
There were only three words written on the note: Looking for Li Qi.
This is Shen Rongqing’s tip to Zhang Xiuling.
Fu Lianhong glanced at it, nodded repeatedly and said, "This is also a way. Put aside all the gods on the clouds, the only person in the mortal circle who can fight with He Jiaqing is Li Qi."
Zhang Xiuling went to Xiaoyaowu, but Li Qi was not there. When asked about her whereabouts, no one knew.
Zhang Shuning, the steward of Xiaoyaowu, admired Zhang Xiuling very much. He gave Zhang Xiuling a trick: "Go to Xindi to find the fifth master. If you have anything to say, tell the fifth master."
Zhang Xiuling thanked her profusely and took a car to the Lu family mansion. Fu Lianhong was puzzled: "Didn't you say you were going to Xindi to find Ma Wu? What were you doing at the Lu family's house?"
"Do you know the price of finding Ma Wu?"
Fu Lianhong was so anxious: "It's already this time, do you still care about this little thing? Ma Wu is young and promising.
There are so many girls who want to rub up against her, but they can't find a way."
"Looking for Li Qixing, Ma Wu can't, I'm not that mean." Zhang Xiuling refused, she wanted to go to the Lu family mansion to find Duan Shaoxia.
When Duan Shaoxia encountered trouble in the past, Zhang Xiuling did her best, and she was never vague at all. They were as good as real sisters.
Now I heard that something happened to Zhang Xiuling. Duan Shaoxia packed up her things overnight and went back to her hometown. Zhang Xiuling didn't find anyone.
Fu Lianhong didn't say a word, she couldn't bear to ridicule Zhang Xiuling.
Zhang Xiuling returned to Baiyuanzi and asked her men to arrange flowers.
One hundred flowers were selected from four gardens, each with a different variety.
Putting these flowers together, Zhang Xiuling knelt among the flowers and prayed silently. She wanted to invite the God of Flowers.
There are two theories about the origin of the Baihua God. One is that the Baihua God is the creator of the Baihua Gate. He has reached a certain level and has escaped from the mortal world.
Another theory is that the God of Flowers is not in the mortal world, but is a beautiful fairy in the sky. The Baihuamen loves and respects flowers, so he has been blessed by the God of Flowers.
It is said that the master of the Baihua Sect can obtain the power of the Baihua God by praying among the flowers, but this is just a legend and is different from the situation of the Qingyun Society.
Bei Wushuang used to be the leader of the Qingyun Society. He really took care of the Qingyun Society, but it is almost impossible to verify whether the Baihua God really took care of the Baihua Sect. Some people said in the past that the sect leader did get strength from praying, but that There is no conclusion on whether it is the power of the Flower God.
Zhang Xiuling prayed devoutly among the flowers, while Fu Lianhong was beside her and tried to persuade her: "Sister Xiuling, let's not waste time here. We don't even know whether the Baihua God is real or not. Our previous sect leaders have all been literary cultivators. Let's help the people inside the sect."
There’s no flower cultivator, so what’s the use of worshiping the flower god?”
"It works! The wisdom roots of all the sect masters in the past generations were given by the God of Flowers!"
"This is meant to deceive others, how could you deceive yourself too? Sister Xiuling, sister——
After scolding for a long time, Zhang Xiuling remained silent. Fu Lianhong felt a little strange. Could it be that she had really obtained the power of the Flower God?
A gust of cold wind blew by, and a crystal clear filament floated out from Zhang Xiuling's mouth.
She fell asleep, drooling from her sleep.
Fu Lianhong sighed and said: "Okay, have a good sleep. When you wake up, you will know what to do."
Li Qi asked for a batch of dark energy carriers from Shen Jingye. These carriers are materials used for making ropes.
Shen Jingye's face was wrapped in gauze and he looked at the application form Li Qi brought up: "How many do you want?"
"Xiao Shen, it's pointless to say this. We are true friends."
"I just asked casually." Shen Jingye signed the application form with a swipe of his pen.
He is not worried that Li Qi will not pay back. Li Qi has gone through the formal procedures and it is enough that there is an explanation in the books.
Li Banfeng looked at the gauze on Shen Jingye's face, and there were dark red blood stains in some places: "What's wrong with your face?"
Shen Jingye said with a smile: "In the past two days, I have had a lot of pimples on my face. My wife had a weak hand and had to squeeze the pimples out, which hurt her face."
"The injury is not serious. Your wife's hands are very heavy."
Shen Jingye smiled bitterly: "She's a nice person, but she has this temper————·
Li Banfeng was not in the mood to listen to his wife's affairs. He returned to his residence and was about to take the pile of carriers back to his home when he suddenly felt the judge's pen trembling on his waist.
"Is something wrong?" Li Banfeng picked up the judge's pen and asked.
"Yes." The judge waved his pen.
"What's going on?"
"Forgot."
"There's no rush, I'll talk about it later when I think about it."
Taking the dark energy carrier back with him, Li Banfeng accompanied his wife to make ropes. They worked for more than two hours. Judge Bi seemed to suddenly remember something. He came to Li Banfeng and asked in a very serious tone: "Look
Am I like a flower?"
The room was quiet for a second.
A second later, starting from the lady, everyone in the room was laughing non-stop.
Only Li Banfeng didn't laugh. He knew that Judge Bi was talking about something serious: "Did you remember something?"
Judge Bi is still trying to remember: "I seem to have raised a lot of flowers."
After waking up from sleep, Zhang Xiuling was indeed quite awake.
She brought the Baihuamen roster and the Baihua seal, and handed these two things to He Jiaqing.
He Jiaqing accepted it without pushing back: "Sister Xiuling, don't blame me. I did this for Baihuamen and for the long-term future."
"Brothers are willing to follow you and hand over the gang to you, so I can rest assured." Zhang Xiuling told the truth.
She proposed to hand over Baihuamen to He Jiaqing, and no one in the halls objected.
Fu Lianhong added: "Master He, you will be the head of Baihuamen from now on, and I will only call you the head this time.
From now on, we sisters will withdraw from Baihuamen, and the affairs in the gang will have nothing to do with us anymore."
He Jiaqing felt very regretful: "Sister Xiuling, why is this necessary? I am just a nominal head of the sect, and you still have the final say in everything in the sect."
Zhang Xiuling lowered her head and smiled: "Mr. He, there is no need to say more polite words. At least you can save some dignity for me. Let the matter be over as it is."
Zhang Xiuling left Baihuayuan that day, and Baihuamen officially belonged to He Jiaqing.
For such a result, He Jiaqing is no exception. He clearly knows the quality of the major gangs and also knows that the backers behind them will not show up easily.
This incident caused another sensation in Puzhou. The headlines of major newspapers were all about He Jiaqing.
He carefully read through every newspaper, and he was very satisfied with the news from all the newspapers, except for his own newspaper, which was almost uninteresting.
"Baihuamen has a new owner, why are there so many disputes?"
He Jiaqing looked at Shen Rongqing: "Did you write this manuscript?"
Shen Rongqing nodded.
He Jiaqing sighed and said, "Are you angry with me?"
Shen Rongqing lowered his head and said: "How dare I? The manuscript was written too hastily and the wording is a bit inappropriate.'
He Jiaqing was obviously dissatisfied with this explanation, and the scene was a little tense. Duan Shuqun quickly changed the subject: "I heard that Zhang Xiuling is leaving Green Water City in the next few days. Do I still need to continue to monitor her?"
"No need to monitor her anymore," He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "I did her."
Shen Rongqing couldn't believe that this was actually what He Jiaqing said: "Zhang Xiuling has given in.
The gang has been entrusted to you, so you can’t spare her life?”
He Jiaqing shook his head and said: "As long as she is still alive, the people of Baihuamen will not be able to stabilize their hearts."
Shen Rongqing took a deep breath: "Jia Qing, Zhang Xiuling is the most talented woman in Puzhou. If you kill her like this, how will others view you?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm doing this all for Prozhou."
Shen Rongqing turned around and left. He Jiaqing sat on the sofa and continued reading the newspaper.
Duan Shuqun was sitting next to the sofa, not knowing what to say. In a moment of embarrassment, an accountant came to report the accounting issues.
Zhang Xiuling is not very good at running a business. Baihuamen's business is very chaotic and there are indeed many problems.
This accountant gentleman saved Duan Shuqun: "Jia Qing, let me go and take a look at the account book first."
He made an excuse and left, leaving only He Jiaqing and Datou in the hall.
Datou didn't feel embarrassed. He Jiaqing was reading the newspaper, and he followed suit.
After watching for a while, He Jiaqing suddenly spoke: "That's how it is in Puozhou. Only when you see blood do you know how to be afraid.
He is afraid of you, so he will look at you intently.
They are afraid of me now and keep looking at me. Mr. Kong Fang and the pirate cultivator are afraid of being seen by others, so they will not come to me. Besides, what other benefits do you think I can get?"
Datou couldn't guess, so He Jiaqing laughed: "It doesn't matter whether it's a real name or a fake name, whether it's a good name or a bad name, the greater the reputation, the more powerful it will be!"
Datou doesn't know the key to the trick of deceiving the world and stealing fame, and he doesn't know what it means to be more aggressive.
Above the clouds, everyone has their own cultivation methods. Only He Jiaqing himself can sense that his cultivation is growing by leaps and bounds.
Zhang Xiuling and Fu Lianhong hid in the outer house and did not dare to show their faces for several days.
Fu Lianhong felt that the news had passed, so she asked someone to get directions and tickets, and planned to go to Moxiang shop to hide for a while. Zhang Xiuling had a great reputation among literati. In the hometown of literati, He Jiaqing should not dare to mess around.
The two of them did not dare to take the car, so they took the traveling spiritual objects and ran directly to the train station.
Passing through a deep alley, Zhang Xiuling's feet gave way and she suddenly fell to the ground. Fu Lianhong leaned over to help her. When she looked up again, she found He Jiaqing standing in front of the two of them.
When did he come?
Fu Lianhong was about to take out his weapon, but Zhang Xiuling stopped him.
He Jiaqing said: "Sister Xiuling, I have organized a literary salon, and I would like to invite you to come and have a look."
Zhang Xiuling smiled: "I have something urgent and I really can't go today."
"If the most talented girl in Prozhou doesn't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand this situation."
"I am not the number one talented woman. This title should be given to Rong Qing." Zhang Xiuling blocked Fu Lianhong behind her and motioned for her to leave quickly.
"Wen Wu is first, Wu Wu is second. Otherwise, you and Rong Qing will have a competition tonight, and let's see who gets the title of the most talented woman!" He Jiaqing looked at Fu Lianhong behind Zhang Xiuling.
He pressed his palms to signal her not to move, neither of them could leave.
Fu Lianhong also understood the situation, took out a pen from his waist, and prepared to use several inks to find his way.
Among the escape techniques of literary cultivation, counting ink is the most useful one. Fu Lianhong has six levels of cultivation, and the skill of counting ink is very exquisite. She does not need to write one stroke at a time, she just needs to throw out some ink.
It can be turned into words and surround He Jiaqing.
But she held the brush and flicked it around for a long time, but not a drop of ink came out.
Did you forget to fill in the ink before leaving?
This writing brush is Fu Lianhong's most important weapon. There is a cavity in the pen barrel specially for storing ink. Fu Lianhong tested the weight and found that there was at least half of the ink in the pen barrel.
But the ink couldn't be thrown out. Fu Lianhong flicked it several times. The brush became lighter and lighter, but there was still no drop of ink visible.
Fu Lianhong was worried because he couldn't use the technique. Zhang Xiuling cut her finger, squeezed out the blood, and prepared to use a technique worth a thousand dollars.
This is Zhang Xiuling's best skill. The words written in blood are extremely powerful. Zhang Xiuling is sure to deal with He Jiaqing for a while and give Fu Lianhong a chance to escape.
She scratched the wall with her bleeding fingers, but Zhang Xiuling didn't write a single word. The wall was clean, leaving no trace of blood.
He Jiaqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground, indicating that Zhang Xiuling could change places.
Zhang Xiuling's hands were shaking.
She squatted on the ground and wrote with her fingertips. There was still no blood on the ground.
What happened?
He Jiaqing looked around: "How about you change the place?"
Zhang Xiuling gritted her teeth and quietly grabbed a handful of sand from the roadside.
She stood up straight and asked He Jiaqing: "Why can't you give me a way out?"
He Jiaqing looked at Zhang Xiuling's right hand and smiled: "Want to write on the ground with sand? How many words do you want to write? I'll wait for you here."
Fine sand flows between Zhang Xiuling's fingers, and she is indeed writing with sand.
He Jiaqing was so arrogant that he saw through Zhang Xiuling's methods and did not stop her. Zhang Xiuling's fingertips trembled and she wrote the word "knife" on the ground.
Zhang Xiuling flipped her wrist, preparing to use the word "knife" to attack He Jiaqing's face, but how useful could this "word" be?
Ordinary people don't understand Zhang Xiuling's methods, but Fu Lianhong understands that the word "knife" will shatter in front of He Jiaqing and become as fine as sand.
Every grain of sand turns into a knife. According to Zhang Xiuling's speculation, He Jiaqing, who was under siege, had at least twenty seconds to parry the knife, which gave them a chance to escape.
The plan was very clear. Zhang Xiuling waved her hand, but the word "knife" on the ground failed to fly.
Where did the word "knife" go?
Zhang Xiuling looked down and saw that there was no word "knife" on the ground, not even the sand she had just sprinkled.
He Jiaqing rubbed his fingers, and the sand slipped from his fingertips one by one.
The sand was stolen by him.
He stole the sand from the ground in front of two people, and they didn't even notice.
It wasn't just the sand that was stolen. He Jiaqing continued to rub his fingers, and drops of ink appeared on his fingertips.
This is the reason why Fu Lianhong's brush cannot get out ink.
Next is the blood beads, Zhang Xiuling’s blood.
Every drop of blood that flowed from her fingertips was stolen by He Jiaqing, so Zhang Xiuling could not write on the wall.
Zhang Xiuling is the head of Baihua Sect. She has experienced many battles, but she is very scared at the moment. The disparity in strength between the two sides makes her breathless.
"Sister Xiuling, come to the salon with me. I sincerely invite you——"
He Jiaqing couldn't help but yawn. For him, perhaps the current battle was too boring.
Zhang Xiuling picked up Fu Lianhong, turned around and ran away. She knew she couldn't run away, but at this moment her actions were completely instinctive.
He Jiaqing slowly chased behind him, his pace was very slow.
Zhang Xiuling didn't know He Jiaqing's purpose. In extreme fear, she just ran away with Fu Lianhong.
call!
The cold wind suddenly came and it started to snow.
As the snowflakes fell, He Jiaqing watched the two women slowly disappear from his sight.
It’s already snowing, are you still chasing me?
A little snow doesn't seem to be a big deal, so why do I suddenly not want to chase it?
Is it because she touched Zhang Xiuling’s blood?——.——
He Jiaqing stopped, looked at the blood on his fingertips, and then looked at the snowflakes flying in the wind.
In this kind of weather, you should wrap yourself up in a quilt, curl up in bed, drink a bowl of hot soup, and then have a solid sleep.
Thinking of this, He Jiaqing yawned again.
Zhang Xiuling wanted to go to the train station. Along the way, He Jiaqing's people were everywhere.
She wanted to return to her outer house with Fu Lianhong, but the outer house had been burned down.
They wanted to go to Honghua Hall, but the entrance to the hall was already occupied by He Jiaqing's people.
They found an inn and wanted to sleep for a night. Datou quickly found the inn and invited Zhang Xiuling to the salon. Zhang Xiuling had a lot of energy stolen by He Jiaqing and was very weak. Fu Lianhong was injured by He Jiaqing's men and her condition was worrying.
With nowhere to go, the two finally fled near Xiaoyaowu.
Zhang Xiuling was hesitant to go in. In her current situation, if she entered Xiaoyaowu, it would bring trouble to Li Qi and Ma Wu.
But if they don't enter Xiaoyaowu, they won't survive the night.
After thinking about it, Zhang Xiuling left.
She and Li Qi are friends, very good friends.
Even if she was destined to die tonight, she didn't want to drag her friend into the water.
"Lian Hong, I will take you to the station later. When I meet He Jiaqing's people, I will hold them back. Don't fight, just run."
"Sister, what are you talking about? I've been with you for half my life. If you want to leave, let's go together!"
"I can't leave, they are coming for me!"
"Then I will die with you."
These are real sisters!
With heavy snow falling, Zhang Xiuling hugged Fu Lianhong: "Listen to my sister, you must live, you must live..."
Ma Wu held up an umbrella to cover the two of them from the snow: "You two, if you want to live a good life, come to Xiaoyaowu with me."
Zhang Xiuling raised her head and looked at Ma Wu.
Ma Wu smiled and said, "I'm not inviting you, it's Lao Qi who's inviting you. When he comes, you can chat slowly."
Zhang Xiuling refused to go, and Ma Wu frowned: "Xiaoyaowu is the boundary between me and Lao Qi. I can still stop He Jiaqing there, but you are really dragging me down by just wasting your time on the street.
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What he said was right. After Ma Wu tried to persuade her a few more times, Zhang Xiuling finally agreed and took Fu Lianhong into Xiaoyaowu.
Ma Wu first settled the two people in, and then asked the doctor to treat their injuries. Ma Wu also wanted to ask Zhang Xiuling about some details, but suddenly heard the manager Zhang Shuning come to report: "Fifth Master, Mr. He wants to see you."
"You came so quickly!" Ma Wu straightened his clothes and followed the steward to the small rotunda.
He Jiaqing held the wine glass and greeted Ma Wu: "Jun Yang, I haven't come to Xiaoyaowu for a drink for a long time. Ma Wuyi smiled: "You didn't come here very often before. I remember coming once when it was opening. Before I left, I came here once when I was studying out of state, but these are the two times."
"Just two times? No way? Among our peers, we are the two best friends. I will definitely take care of your business."
"Are we the best friends?" Ma Wu thought carefully, "What about Lu Xiaolan?"
He Jiaqing frowned. Judging from his expression, he seemed to care about Ma Wu's joke. In fact, he cared about the button on his chest.
The button kept ringing, but it was inconvenient for him to answer it.
The two chatted and laughed for a long time. He Jiaqing handed Ma Wu a cigarette and said, "Zhang Xiuling, are you like this?
"Here." Ma Wu took the cigarette and lit it.
"I want to invite her to come to my place. I have organized a literary salon. Shen Rongqing has already arrived. If I call her over, we will have two talented women from Puzhou."
Ma Wu poured a glass of wine for He Jiaqing: "It's a rare opportunity for two talented women to get together!"
He Jiaqing took the wine glass: "That's right. Shen Rongqing has been waiting for a long time. How about you take Zhang Xiuling and sit with me?"
"What a coincidence. I am about to hold a singing concert. Jiang Mengting is ready, and Zhang Xiuling is also ready. If you call Shen Rongqing again, all the talented singers will be here."
He Jiaqing held the wine glass and took a big sip. His tone became less casual: "Jun Yang, you should know about me and Baihuamen, right?"
Ma Wu shook his head: "I've been in Xindi recently, and I really don't care much about other things."
"If you say you don't know, I'll tell you right now. I want to take Zhang Xiuling away, and no one can stop me today."
"It depends on whether they want to leave. We are all gentlemen. If they don't want to go, you can't kidnap them, right?"
"A polite person?" He Jiaqing drank a glass of wine, "Ever since I entered this door, I have always been very polite.
I've given you enough face, now if I say something less polite with sincerity, can you please stop giving me face?"
Ma Wu also drank the wine in the glass: "Since you are so sincere, let me tell you the truth, this is Xiaoyaowu,
Who the hell do you think you are, that you dare to act wild here?"
The two of them sat facing each other, with smiles on their faces and a cold light in their eyes.
Feng Daiku was guarding the door, ready to take action at any time.
He Jiaqing put down his wine glass and touched the button on his chest. Before doing anything, he wanted to know who was so anxious to contact him.
"Jia Qing, the shipment we sent to other states was intercepted by the Customs and Defense Department. Someone from the Customs and Defense Department just came,
They say our products are not right and we are going to close down our shop.”
He Jiaqing raised his hand and broke off the contact.
He picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass for Ma Wu: "I drank too much wine, I'm talking out of hand, don't take it to heart."
Ma Wu smiled: "We have been friends for many years, why should we care about this?"
After drinking the glass of wine, He Jiaqing left Xiaoyaowu.
Datou was waiting outside the door and asked in a low voice: "Where is Zhang Xiuling?"
"We can't take her away," He Jiaqing sighed, "There's nothing we can do, we're being strangled by our necks."
In the round ballroom, Ma Wu drank a glass of ice water and calmed down for a long time.
Feng Daiku wiped his sweat and said, "Are you afraid?"
Ma Wu shook his head and said, "You are right outside the door. What do I have to be afraid of?"
"I'm scared," Feng Daiku said, handing a thread from the air, "most of the love threads I placed in the house were stolen by He Jiaqing. I'm afraid this person's cultivation level is higher than mine. If we really fight,
, I really may not have won him."
"We can't fight. Lao Qi said he had made arrangements. I don't know what the arrangements were." Ma Wu poured another glass of ice water and drank it in one gulp.
Li Banfeng was on his way to Green Water City, and he was chatting with Judge Bi as they walked: "You mean, you lent part of your power to Zhang Xiuling, but this part of the power doesn't belong to you yet?"
"Um!"
Li Banfeng fell into deep thought and turned the judge pen several times. The judge pen was not happy anymore: "Don't turn it, you will faint."
"But I really can't figure it out. If your power is not in you, where else can it be?"
"Heaven." After saying these two words, Judge Bi didn't want to answer Li Banfeng's questions anymore, so he got into Li Banfeng's sleeve and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!