After joining Nalan Shijia’s motorcade, Nalanjie dragged Zhong Wen into his own carriage, his attitude being a little too attentive, but Liu Qiqi and Taiyi were placed in another car.
superior.
As for Shi Dou, because he was not used to the small space of the carriage, he ran to the roof of the carriage to get a better view and looked around. Although his behavior was inelegant, due to Zhong Wen's identity and strength, no one dared to express his opinion.
After boarding the owner's carriage, Zhong Wen discovered that the carriage was very spacious. There was no one else except Nalan Jie and Nalan Yunzhou, the grandsons. There was no need to separate himself and Liu Qiqi.
The journey that followed was a great eye-opener for him.
Just because after expressing his gratitude to him symbolically, Nalanjie's entire chat was about how his granddaughter was so kind and thoughtful, how well-behaved she was, how beautiful she was, how smart she was, and how powerfully she praised her.
Zhong Wen was stunned when he heard this, almost thinking that what he was describing was not Nalan Yunzhou, but some descended immortal.
Nalan Yunzhou on the side was even more ashamed and blushing. He wished he could just find a crack in the ground and crawl in. If he hadn't been sternly stopped by his grandfather's eyes, he almost had to escape from the carriage several times.
After all, Zhong Wen is not an ignorant young man. At this point, he still doesn't know that this old man with a goatee is determined to bring him and his granddaughter together.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nalan Yunzhou, whose face was full of shame, anger and helplessness, with his hands clasped together, and he kept secretly apologizing to himself. Zhong Wen couldn't help but secretly laugh, and suddenly felt that this girl was very cute.
In the past, he always felt that although Nalan Yunzhou was charming and charming, his character was somewhat utilitarian. Now he realizes that everything has a cause and an effect. Being born in such a family environment, it is not easy to be able to maintain one's original intention to a certain extent.
The prejudice against her could not help but be greatly alleviated.
During the next journey, Nalanjie continued to promote his granddaughter overtly and covertly, but Zhong Wen just smiled, noncommittal, and kept saying yes, as if he was complimenting her.
For Nalan Yunzhou, this journey has been a torturous one, and he wonders if it will leave a lingering psychological shadow in his future life.
So the moment the carriage stopped, she finally couldn't hold it any longer. She didn't even have time to say hello to Nalanjie, so she opened the curtain of the carriage and jumped out like a fly, leaving only the two of them with a graceful look.
Back view.
"This girl has never been so ignorant of etiquette."
Nalanjie frowned, then looked at Zhong Wendao with a smile on his face, "I think it's my first time to visit Silver Moon Garden. I'm very excited. I'm sorry, Mr. Zhong."
"No, no, girls of this age are cuter if they are more outspoken."
Zhong Wen laughed, "I have always admired Junior Sister Nalan very much."
"Just laugh and laugh."
After hearing what he said, Nalanjie's brows relaxed slightly, "Young Master Zhong, please!"
Zhong Wen followed him out of the carriage and found Nalan Yunzhou staring closely at a motorcade in the distance, with a flash of light in his eyes and a slightly solemn expression.
"Junior Sister Nalan, what's wrong?"
He couldn't help but asked curiously, "See an acquaintance?"
"He is from the Gongsun family of weapon refiners."
Nalan Yunzhou opened her lips lightly and replied slowly, "I didn't expect that even they were invited."
"Gongsun Weapon Refiner?"
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the image of Gongsun making a sword appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but suddenly realized, "It's them!"
"It's not just the Gongsun family."
Nalanjie suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed in another direction, "If I read correctly, there should be people from the Western God Sect over there."
"Western God Cult?"
Zhong Wen looked confused, obviously he had never heard of the existence of this force.
Never heard of Western God Cult?
He is worthy of being the young master of the Dongtian forces!
They don’t even pay attention to such middle-level forces!
Seeing his expression, Nalanjie's mind changed rapidly, and he became more and more firm in his judgment on Zhong Wen's identity.
"Senior Brother Zhong doesn't know something."
Nalan Yunzhou patiently explained, "The Western God Sect is a hidden organization in Hell Valley. It is said that it is good at drawing a mysterious spiritual pattern, called the Western God Script. It is extremely powerful and even more powerful than our Nalan Family.
Go one step ahead."
The power of Hell Valley?
Is it the jurisdiction of Leditu Coast again?
This is inviting all the cultivator forces in my territory except Dongtian!
What exactly does Feng Wuya want to do?
Could it be that you want to use the name of the wedding to steal someone from me?
Seeing that the weapon-refining Gongsun of Penglai Wonderland and the Western God Sect of Hell Valley were also invited, Zhong Wen was filled with doubts, and he felt more and more that Feng Wuya had come with bad intentions and had evil intentions.
Now, as the leader of the Ledou Coast Alliance and the leader of the Shijue Palace, he is already a proper overlord, and he has gradually begun to realize what is the most precious thing for the superiors.
Talent!
Especially his previous conversations with Mahler and Mao Yi made him realize that there are still many cultivator forces in the world outside of the various caves.
The combat effectiveness of these small and medium-sized forces may be far inferior to that of the major caves, but they are superior to them because of their large numbers and their respective strengths in different fields.
If these forces are brought together, they will definitely be a force that cannot be underestimated.
Judging from the reactions of Mahler and Mao Yi, it is clear that the shore of the land has not been recognized by these small and medium-sized forces. This is undoubtedly a major oversight on his part.
The reason why Mahler was invited to the Shijue Palace as a guest was precisely to discuss countermeasures to this problem.
But judging from Feng Wuya's actions, he obviously noticed the loopholes in the management of Loutu Bin before Zhong Wen, and actually planned to win over these middle forces first.
When he thought that the grassroots forces on his territory might be hollowed out by the other party, Zhong Wen couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, chills on his spine, and he instantly felt a strong sense of crisis.
It’s time to pay a visit to the groom!
A coldness flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he unconsciously reached into his arms, took out Ran Qingqiu's silver invitation, rubbed it carefully, and played with it repeatedly.
The moment he turned over the invitation, his movements suddenly froze, his pupils dilated, and his breathing quickened for a moment.
Sure enough, you are still here!
Just because at some point on the back of the silver invitation, a line of beautiful small words appeared:
When was it written?
Zhong Wen looked around and released his spiritual consciousness, but he did not feel Ran Qingqiu's aura. He couldn't help but wonder if this sentence had been written on the invitation a long time ago, but he had not noticed it before.
No more guessing!
No one is watching you!
This is the unique letter paper of our silver clan!
Just as he was thinking hard, the words on the paper suddenly changed and he actually started talking.
For just a short moment, Zhong Wen seemed to be transported back to his past life, and actually had the illusion that he was using mobile social software.
nice one!
He quickly reacted, his eyes lit up, and he instantly realized the benefits of this kind of letter paper. If it could be popularized, it would definitely have immeasurable strategic significance for the vast Litu Coast.
If you want to speak, just use a blunt object to write on the paper.
The letter paper is made of a special material and the handwriting cannot be preserved and will disappear soon.
Just as he was meditating, the words on the paper changed again, and it was Ran Qingqiu who was instructing him on how to use the letter paper to communicate.
Zhong Wen thought for a while and decisively took out a metal rod from the ring. He pinched the top into a round head with his thumb, put his hands behind his back, and silently wrote quickly on the message paper.
Where are you?
While writing, he circulated the Six-Yang True Pupil, and red and green light shone in his eyes. He could immediately see a 360-degree panoramic view, and even the contents on the paper behind him could be seen clearly.
Ran: Nonsense, I am a bride, so naturally I am waiting in the boudoir of the Silver Temple to get married.
Zhong: Stop doing this, you are going to buy a murderer and marry a ghost!
Ran: Dugua, didn’t we agree that as long as you kill Feng Wuya, I will marry you.
Zhong Wen: Haha.
Ran: When do you plan to take action?
Zhong Wen: Your Silver Temple seems to be protected by a formation that can block spiritual consciousness. Tell me his specific location.
Ran: I only drew it once, don’t forget it!
In Zhong Wen's field of vision, a rather complex topographic map appeared on the surface of the letter paper, clearly marking the internal structure of the entire Silver Temple. Not even a well or a tree was left out.
How Ran Qingqiu drew it in a flash.
The map gradually faded and soon disappeared without a trace.
Zhong Wen: Remember, wait for my good news!
After writing this sentence, Zhong Wen decisively put the letter paper into his pocket, and did not want to say another word to her. With a faint smile on his face, he chatted with Nalanjie as if nothing had happened.
, as if it had never happened.
…
"Tsk, what a boring man!"
In the boudoir, Ran Qingqiu stared at the silver paper in his hand for a long time. He didn't wait for a new reply. He couldn't help but pursed his cherry lips and complained unhappily.
However, if you look closely, you can read a hint of joy and excitement between her eyebrows, as if a heavy burden has been lifted.
"Qingqiu, you seem to be in a good mood."
Just at this moment, a gentle, elegant and magnetic man's voice suddenly came from behind, "Have you encountered anything happy?"
Ran Qingqiu's delicate body trembled, and her face suddenly darkened.