0p0 Chapter 171 Sutra Pavilion
Chapter 171 Sutra Pavilion
Outside.
There were few people in the courtyard.
Song Ling was dragged to the welcoming banquet by the group of people who were baking, roasting, and grilling in the stove.
Before leaving, I asked Chu Yan for permission outside the quiet room.
After getting permission, she danced wildly in ecstasy.
At this time Chu Yan went out.
The person who prepared dinner for her was actually Song Ling's apprentice.
In the dim light, the bowls were filled with Tremella, bird's nest and other nourishing foods. Chu Yan then remembered that he had taken the Dao Seed, and he should be so weak that he would collapse at the slightest gust of wind.
Chu Yan coughed twice symbolically and continued to command the system to play the TV series in his mind.
2x speed, volume turned up to maximum. Block out Song Xun who is chattering beside you!
Song Xun became even more proud when he saw Chu Yan didn't say anything.
This seems to be a common problem among the entire Song family.
If you don't have a daughter-in-law, the whole family is worried; if you have a daughter-in-law, the whole family bullies you.
So in the hall, the old man kept scolding, and Miss Chu lowered her brows, with only the spoon in her hand slightly colliding with the wall of the bowl, making occasional tiny noises.
The young man standing by and serving, also with his brows lowered, seemed to be looking here casually.
His eyes swept across Chu Yan's tied hair and he was slightly distracted.
After dinner.
Song Xun ordered Chu Yan to stay at home and cultivate his character to avoid any trouble.
The young man next to him walked forward silently and cleared the dishes.
Chu Yan glanced at him.
Dao Zhong has explained it before.
The main family and the branch families of the Song clan were intertwined, and before the level of cultivation was used to determine the superiority, the bloodline was used to determine the inferiority. This young man, who was from an unknown branch, worshipped Song Ling as his master, just like a book boy following a young master, a common name serving a great name, and a knight serving a baron. By taking care of Song Ling's daily life, he accumulated experience and interpersonal relationships, hoping to gain a higher status in the clan in the future.
It seemed that in Dongting Water Village, women had the lowest status, followed by acquired warriors like him with low cultivation.
Just look at Song Xun's attitude towards him, it's like treating a dog at home.
Song Xun had official business to attend to, so he went out.
Chu Yan finished eating slowly, and the system had just finished playing an episode.
The hall was silent.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound. It turned out that the young man who was cleaning the dishes accidentally knocked the porcelain plate to the ground.
Chu Yan subconsciously reached out his hand.
The young man also hurried to take it, and his knuckles almost touched Chu Yan's.
Chu Yan withdrew his hand indifferently.
Click!
Broken porcelain was scattered all over the floor.
The young man apologized repeatedly, knelt on one knee beside him, and slowly bent down to clean up.
Chu Yan stood up, put on his veil, and strode out the door.
The evening breeze with a faint scent of gardenia brushed past the young man's nostrils, and the veil that separated men and women quickly blocked his sight.
He turned his head slightly, as if he wanted to see something clearly, but suddenly he saw Chu Yan and turned around.
Under the white veil, the voice was distant: "What's your name?"
The young man paused for a long time, held his breath and spoke: "...Matsuzawa, the Ze of Enze."
After dinner, Chu Yan followed the healthy feeding rules for humans and drank tons of water to replenish his daily requirement of 2000cc of water. He then returned to the quiet room and pretended to continue copying scriptures.
Jump out the window.
Start hunting.
Chu Yan: [This Songze, almost fell for his trick. ]
system:【?!】
Chu Yan: [If I had reached out to take the porcelain plate faster than him, my actual cultivation level would have been exposed - fortunately I saw through his trick in time.]
system:【……】
Outside the courtyard.
On a nearby hidden pavilion.
This was the meeting place where Song Bei and Song Ling had agreed to "pick up Miss Chu" and then "let the junior brother host the party and take the two of you out for a drink."
According to Songbei's original plan.
At the dinner party, all you need to do is bake the pine and roast the pine in the pine stove while pouring wine into the pine spirit.
When Song Ling sees Chu Yan, he will definitely be unconscious!
By then, I only need to use some tricks to win Miss Chu's heart. After two days, I can kill Song Ling, and then I can help take care of the widow, and then we can fall in love with each other, and then save 300 million in one fell swoop!
The plan went smoothly indeed.
Song Ling not only drank a lot... he also ate a lot. Damn, this guy almost ate the whole table. After each dish was passed to him, there was only a plate left. No one at the table was full except Song Ling! Did Ruijin Hospital treat gay men by starving them in a cage?
The two men were getting closer to the meeting pavilion.
Song Ling's face became more and more worried: "You really have to go see Chu Yan."
Song Bei said in a friendly manner: "Why, do you want to keep a beautiful girl in your golden house?"
Song Ling shook his head.
He was really reluctant to let it go.
Song Bei was the first person to invite him to dinner. It was said that the meal cost more than a thousand yuan! Although he had the savings from the previous Song Ling, it was all planned by Chu Yan to buy milk tea and scratch tickets, and had nothing to do with him...
Song Ling's eyelids suddenly twitched.
My not-so-good brain suddenly came to me at this moment!
He swallowed, his heart pounding like thunder, and he gasped: "Can you... lend me your Song's meal card?"
Song Bei was stunned.
Song Ling lowered her voice and said, "I'll return it to you tomorrow morning."
Song Bei was a little hesitant. If Song Ling ate this way, he would have to spend several hundred dollars a night, and his money was not blown by the wind. But thinking that Song Ling would be dead in two days, how much could a dead person eat? So he smiled slightly and pretended to be generous and handed over the meal card.
Song Ling was overjoyed. Although she had to pay it back tomorrow, Song Bei would be dead tonight, so wouldn't the meal card end up in her pocket? Hehe, Song Bei was even more stupid than she was!
Song Bei was a little confused: "Brother, you just hold this meal card, why are your hands shaking like this?"
Song Ling: "I... nothing... just... too happy..."
Song Ling suddenly staggered, looking terrified, but Song Bei's eyes lit up.
It was so quiet that only the chirping of cicadas could be heard on the pavilion.
The sparse light of the lamp passes through the bamboos, and there is a cold and clear crescent moon.
The figure walking on the moon not far away was Chu Yan, whom he had been thinking about all night!
Song Bei immediately volunteered, saying that his senior brother was drunk and unwell, so it would be better to let him sober up here while he took Miss Chu for a walk.
Chu Yan glanced at Song Ling and chuckled under the fence.
"Good work."
This island is beautifully laid out.
Small but complete.
Modern facilities are located around the island, and the inner circle is the courtyard where the tribesmen live. Further in, there are training grounds, sword-fighting platforms and scripture-repository pavilions.
It was nearly midnight and no one was around.
Under the influence of alcohol, Song Bei approached Chu Yan unintentionally, dancing and talking about the past and the present. He felt that his heart was fully expressed, and the frustration in the past was all in the past. He finally had the opportunity to show his great talents! Although he was only as tall as Miss Chu when he stood on tiptoe, Miss Chu must have been fascinated by his rich knowledge reserves.
Song Bei: "...The economy is in a downturn now. I think the solution is very simple. Look at the United States. When there is an economic crisis, they call on women to return to the family. Oh, don't you understand current political affairs..."
Chu Yan: "Is this the Sutra Repository?"
Song Bei: "Speaking of the international situation... Yes, you can enter with a badge. There is no need for anyone to be on duty. This place uses our Song family's unique mechanism, which is as exquisite as the Song family's meal card. Look, this is the core disciple's badge. Just swipe it like this, and with a beep -"
Chu Yan: “…”
Chu Yan had no expression on his face:
"A mechanism unique to the Song family?"
"You've never used a bus card? Never used the subway? Don't you know what NFC is?"
Song Bei smiled confidently: "I have indeed never used these crowded public transportation vehicles. We Song Clan disciples have special cars to pick us up when we go out--"
Song Bei's smile froze on his face.
Chu Yan snatched his badge away, kicked him into the Sutra Library which had already been opened, and locked the door!
Song Bei felt a sharp cramp in his abdomen.
He reacted with horror and tried to draw his sword, but he was unable to move under the opponent's cold and powerful sword.
Chu Yan had already taken off the veil.
His face was frosty, but the expression on his face was colder than the sword.
Song Bei's lips trembled.
He was horrified to find that Miss Chu, who looked weak and pitiful, was actually much more powerful than him! She was probably a mid-stage Xiantian warrior, or even a late-stage one.
And he was actually very familiar with the skills she used!
Song Bei's face turned pale: "How, how is it possible! Where did you learn the Taixuan Sutra from?"
Chu Yan pointed the tip of his sword downward, leaving a bloody mark on Song Bei's neck, just an inch away from his vocal cords.
Song Bei was horrified and fell silent.
"Since you know what I'm looking for." Chu Yan said indifferently: "Lead the way."