After a while, Zhou Chongguang regained his senses, endured the sharp pain in his mind from time to time, and climbed up from the ground with his hands.

Although he couldn't move, he still knew what had happened.

"These damn mortals, ant-like things, dare to touch my spirit, and they dare to take advantage of my momentary immobility, and throw me out with sticks like pigs and dogs, it's really infuriating to me!"

Looking at the pedestrians walking on the street of Huai'an, they all looked sideways and cast curious and contemptuous glances at him, Zhou Chongguang only felt ashamed and indignant, his eyes were almost on fire, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

"I, Zhou Chongguang, have been practicing for one hundred and forty-two years, but I have never suffered such a great shame!" Zhou Chongguang lowered his head, and his teeth were about to be crushed by him, "Donald Old Piff, I, Zhou Chongguang, are inseparable from you!"

Of course, these words are from his heart. If he wants to shout out in the street, then he will never dare.

What if the old horseman hadn't left yet, and was hiding in the shadows to observe him?

Zhou Chongguang knew very well that although he and the gray-robed old man were in the same realm of refining gods, the strength of the two could not be said to be the same at all. If the gray-robed old man wants to kill him, it will not be much more difficult than killing an ant.

And he is now on other people's territory, and they have already warned him once, if he still does not follow the rules, then I am afraid there is only a dead end.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chongguang raised his head, glanced at the old bustard in front of Hua Manlou hatefully, and said in his heart, "A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, hum!"

The old bustard was not a good stubble, and he was extremely uncomfortable to look at with such eyes, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves, pointed at him and scolded him sharply, "You are a little red guy, are you paralyzed, can you try to look at me with this kind of eyes again?"

"A foreigner, dare to be so arrogant in my Huamanlou, in a hurry to find death?"

Hearing these scolding words, Zhou Chongguang's face turned red, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. But his reason told him to endure, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open the sky.

You can't kill it, so you can't go and scold this old bustard on the street, right?

If that's the case, then his face will be lost.

While telling himself to hold back, Zhou Chongguang turned around quickly with a cold face, pretending that he didn't hear the bustard's scolding, and got into the carriage in a gloomy manner.

As the carriage sped away, the farce came to an end.

Of course, the person concerned, Zhao Ting, didn't know at this time that the paper spirit "Xiao Zhi" that he slapped to death had caused him a lot of trouble. At this time, he was still going to school as usual, going to school according to the rules, and cultivating hard in the house after school, in order to break through the fourth-order opportunity.

Today, the master of Datong Academy, Mr. Li, has something to do at home, so Zhao Ting and the others left school a little earlier than before.

Back at home, Zhao Si was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, and when he saw Zhao Ting walking in, he put down the golden-backed broadsword in his hand, and asked Zhao Ting with a smile, "Master, why did you come back so early today?"

Zhao Ting smiled and said, "Master has some personal matters today, so let's come back first." ”

As he spoke, he was a little puzzled: "Hmm? What about Junwei? Didn't he say that he would confirm the "Dao Fa" with you today?"

"Well, Young Master Cousin said that he was going back to the place where he lived to get something," Zhao Si explained with a slight bow.

"Take something?" Zhao Ting frowned immediately when he heard this, "What did I take?" I didn't say it, he is now a "stranger", and he can't walk around the city at will, why don't you stop him?"

"Besides, can't you let someone below pick up something?

Zhao Si knew that Zhao Ting was a little angry, and said in a low voice with a bitter face, "The villain stopped him, but the young master said that the things he wanted to take were very valuable, and he didn't feel at ease when he handed them over to the people below to pick them up."

"The villain, the villain can't stop him. ”

Tell the young master to wait for you to come back, you help him get it, but he doesn't want to, he said, he wants that thing to be used urgently. ”

Zhao Ting's face sank like water when he heard this, his expression changed for a while, and finally he stared and asked, "How long has he been gone?"

"Well, villain, think about it," Zhao Si silently thought for a moment, and said, "Not long after you went to school, the young master left Cousin, and it should have been more than two hours now." ”

"The place where Young Master Cousin lives is also in the north of the city, not far from us, huh...... I guess it won't be that long!"

As he spoke, a man crept in at the gate of the courtyard.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Ting subconsciously turned his head to look and found that Wang Junwei was walking into the house with his waist bent, and his movements were cautious.

Zhao Si naturally heard the movement as well, and called out loud, "Young Master Cousin?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Wang Junwei turned around and smiled, and whispered, "Cousin, you...... Why did you come back so early today?"

Zhao Ting had a cold face, and did not answer his question, but said, "Went to the Qinglou?"

"I, no...... No. ”

Wang Junwei's eyes dodged, and he wanted to quibble.

"No?" Zhao Ting took two steps forward and pulled his sleeve, "Smell it yourself, how big is the smell of incense powder on your body?"

"You can't live without a woman?"

Listening to Zhao Ting's cold question, Wang Junwei's face suddenly couldn't hold back, he turned red for a while, and forcibly explained, "I...... I wanted to try it and see if I could do it, I ......."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ting had already interrupted him in a cold voice, "I remember I told you not to go to crowded places, and you promised me." A gentleman is as heavy as a thousand gold, how can you equate the words you say with flowing water, changing repeatedly?"

"If you can't control your lower body, I'll take care of it for you. ”

After saying a few heavy words, seeing that Wang Junwei's face was on the verge of collapse and explosion, Zhao Ting didn't say more, but turned around and left after leaving a sentence.

"Remember, don't have a next time. ”

......

......

South of Jiangzhou City.

Song House.

Begonia Garden.

A middle-aged man in a black brocade robe is standing under a tall begonia tree with his hands in his hands, embroidered with the fragrance of begonia flowers blooming all over the garden, looking lazy and comfortable.

Suddenly, the wind blew, and the petals on the branches fell sporadically, spread in the garden, and sprinkled under the feet, which was intoxicating.

"The begonias in the garden are dyed in autumn!" The beautiful scenery in the garden made the middle-aged man in the brocade robe feel very good, "Who is taking care of the begonia flowers in this garden?

An old man in a navy blue robe standing behind the middle-aged man in a brocade robe said with a smile: "If you can make the master happy, it means that this person really deserves to be rewarded." Later, the old slave will let people arrange it. ”

"Well," the middle-aged man in the brocade robe bowed slightly, didn't say anything more about it, and instead asked, "Did he accept the big gift for Lin Yizhi?"

The blue-robed old man smiled, and a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, master, then Lin Yizhi accepted it very simply, and there was no doubt at all." ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and a dark and incomprehensible look appeared on his face, he lowered his head, and said secretly in his heart: "Lin Yizhi, Lin Yizhi, it was your own ass that sat crookedly, and sat at the head of the prince, don't blame me when you go to the Yellow Spring." ”