Chapter 117:

The reception hall of Longting Mountain Resort is a five-storey building in the shape of a concave figure, which looks like an imperial throne from a distance, and you can vaguely feel the aura of a king.

How can a hotel give people the spirit of a king? Zhang Jin couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Xiao Jin?" Lin Wanru, who got out of the car in advance, just to show off her grandson, was holding her grandson's arm intimately at the moment, enjoying the beautiful things projected from all directions, and I don't know whose eyes I envy. Suddenly, I felt the people around me stop, looked at me with a puzzled expression, and then followed the other party's line of sight to look at the signboard on the top of the hotel.

What's so nice about the signboard?

"Is there a problem with the signboard?"

"Yes. Zhang Jin replied seriously, "It seems that something has been added to it." ”

"Oh. Lin Wanru's gaze glanced at the signboard, and then withdrew her gaze, "It shouldn't be harmful to the martial artists, there are a lot of assassinations between countries now, and it's too late for the country to entrap the ancient warriors, so it won't be in this place to get the 'melon field and plum' thing." I've heard that 70 percent of the shares in this hotel belong to the state, so if something happens to the ancient warrior here, it won't be clear. However, there are many legends about this hotel, and the general meaning is that it is suppressing something. ”

Zhang Jin looked around, and he had a plan in his heart, no wonder he always felt that the things on this signboard seemed to have something to do with the surrounding aura. It turns out that this hotel was specially opened by the state here.

"Can you see that?"

"......" Zhang Jin shook his head, looking like he didn't want to say more, in fact, he was not interested in why the country opened a hotel here, he just made sure that there was no danger here.

Holding the 'new' grandmother and continuing to stroll forward, I don't know where I really think this pair came from, the little couple who watched the snow scene, only a few people who knew Lin Wanru would show a look of surprise and curiosity. It's just that no one said much.

The owner of Qianjimen is not a good-tempered woman, well, what kind of temper to say, it is simply, it can't be described as a temper. Don't look at her sometimes frivolous and seems to tease everyone, but if anyone dares to tease her, there is basically no good end. Not to mention that the Thousand Machine Gate now almost controls eighty percent of the talisman output in the Ancient Martial Realm. If you offend them, you will either be idle and painful, or you will think that you will have a long life.

But having said that, people who know Lin Wanru can't help but be curious about Zhang Jin. This was the first time they had seen Master Lin so close to a man. And looking at the face, the man seems to be just a boy, and it is estimated that he can be the grandson of Master Lin.

"Hey, have you noticed that if this boy looks closely, he seems to be a bit similar to Master Lin?"

"It can't be the son of the head of Lin, right?"

"Hey, it's impossible, Master Lin has never been married, and who doesn't know. How many people in the martial arts pay attention to her. ”

"It's not necessarily, isn't hidden marriage becoming popular now?"

"Uh......"

The vague curious eyes that came over from time to time, as the closer they got to the gate of the villa, became more and more dense, and occasionally some people began to bite their ears, Zhang Jin just tried hard to treat himself as an ordinary person, pretending to be 13 a little, with the increase of curious eyes and discussions, he couldn't support it a little.

"Xiao Jin, don't care, they'll be idle. Lin Wanru said proudly.

However, her pride obviously meant to show off her grandson, but unfortunately others couldn't read it.

Soon the two came to the end of a concrete road, and they were greeted by a steel gate similar to the defense of the military region and two rows of sentry posts with steel guns in their hands. The atmosphere looked particularly solemn.

Seeing this, some warriors who walked over like the two of them sighed: "It looks really good! It looks very high-end, and it looks like a military powerhouse." ”

"This incident is not a military secret for ordinary people. "Someone conforms.

In fact, the ancient warriors all understood that their existence was originally secret to ordinary people, although ordinary people knew that there might be people like them in the world. But with the propaganda and hiding of the country, gradually people began to believe that martial artists are legends, and magical Chinese medicine is superstition and witchcraft.

Although the warriors also understood that these were the protection of the state for them, in order to eliminate the control of the information of the Chinese warrior world by various assassination forces of the state.

The devices used to check invitations and weapons worn by warriors are electronic devices, just like the high-tech of many jewelry fairs on television.

But in fact, except for the hot weapons, the people in charge of the inspection turned a blind eye to the cold weapons brought by the ancient warriors.

Invitations are all real-name, and each person's invitation seems to be different. This also makes people who want to fish in troubled waters and 'watch' end up being stopped at the door, even if those people say that they are with whom.

Maybe Zhang Jin and Lin Wanru really don't fit the image of 'ancient warriors'. When the two of them checked the invitation letter and were about to enter the gate of the villa, they were questioned.

"How can they get in?" The two disciples of the Nian Sect who were stopped pointed at Zhang Jin and Lin Wanru with unconvinced expressions and shouted, "How can we say that our Southern Fist Sect is also famous in the martial arts, but as long as they come out of the ancient martial arts family, we don't know anyone else, these two people are clearly not ancient martial artists, why do they have invitations?"

When the young man who claimed to be from the Southern Boxing Sect pointed at Zhang Jin and Lin Wanru, the staff in charge of checking the invitation letter carefully checked the computer he was responsible for again.

"There was no problem with their invitations. The staff said in a calm tone.

"I don't believe it. That person obviously didn't want to give up, especially under the gaze of many martial arts colleagues, his face was a little hot, so he pointed at Zhang Jin and said, "This kid looks like his hair hasn't grown yet, is he an adult?

The staff looked at Zhang Jin, then looked at the other party's information, said no more, and only said to the sentry on the side: "There is no problem with the invitation letters of these two gentlemen and ladies, they can enter." The underlying implication is that the person at the door is deliberately creating chaos and can be evicted.

"You ......" Seeing that the steel gun of the sentry was aimed at it, the disciple of the Southern Fist Sect finally panicked, and at the same time, he stared at Zhang Jin and Lin Wanru who had already entered the door with resentment, as if it was the other party's fault that he couldn't enter.

As if sensing the resentful eyes behind her, Lin Wanru turned her head to take a look. That glance made another disciple of the Southern Fist Sect who had been standing aside shiver fiercely.

"Smack!" a slap was pressed on the angry Nanquan Sect disciple.

The man turned around fiercely and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a cyan Taoist robe and a bun on his head, looking very fairy.

"Dao Chief?" the Southern Fist Sect disciple barely suppressed his emotions.

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled slightly: "Amitayus Buddha, this little friend is emotional. ”

"Dao Chief, you don't know......" What else did the Southern Fist Sect disciple want to say.

"I know. The Taoist priest interrupted the other party with a slight smile, "I know that the inspectors are not wrong. ”

“……”(⊙o⊙)！

"Judging people by their appearance, you can't do it. Haha!" the Taoist priest said and patted the man on the shoulder, "That beautiful woman is a famous thousand-faced fairy in our ancient martial arts world!

"Thousand, thousand......" The disciple of the Southern Fist Sect suddenly looked like earth, and his face was even hotter, he just seemed to say that he knew the people of the entire ancient martial arts world, and the result was ——。

The Taoist priest didn't have the consciousness of slapping people in the face, and continued to laugh: "As for the other little brother, although I don't know him, his cultivation is at least higher than me!

than, than ...... What the?!

There is no need to explain at this time, that is, no matter how stupid the disciples of the Nanquan Sect are, they don't know the Taoist priest in front of them, just look at the age of the other party, and the other party is qualified to get the invitation letter from the government, and the cultivation is at least in the middle of Mingjin.

"I'm ......" The disciple of the Southern Fist Sect looked at his companion beside him for help. But because of Lin Wanru's eyes and listening to the words of the Taoist priest just now, his face was already comparable to a blank piece of paper!

"Stinky Taoist, it's really nosy. Lin Wanru's voice sounded inside the gate.

The two disciples of the Southern Fist Sect shuddered unconsciously.

The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed and said, "Xiaodao is so polite!"

"Hmph!" Lin Wanru snorted coldly, glanced at the two Southern Fist Sect disciples and said, "Your ancestors don't dare to yell at me, you two little rabbit cubs are cows." ”

"Plop!" This disciple of the Southern Boxing Sect should be able to bend and stretch, and knelt directly on the ground, not only that, but also bowed, prostrate down, and slammed his head on the ground.

"Huh!" Lin Wanru pursed her lips: "It's really enough! The blood of the ancient martial artists has been lost by your Southern Fist Sect." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed when he saw this: "Junior? ”

"Heh, you're going to pretend to be a good person. Lin Wanru sneered, pulled Zhang Jin and turned around and left. As for those who were curious and waiting for her to reveal Zhang Jin's identity, they could only continue to wait.

Under the leadership of a special person, Lin Wanru intimately took Zhang Jin's arm and entered the reception hall. As for the curious eyes that continued along the way, they were directly ignored by her.

As for the appearance of a little couple in love, how many misunderstandings have been caused or something, it is not within the consideration of Lin Da's head at all. Anyway, she and her grandson are innocent.

The check-in procedure was very simple, but Lin Wanru still handed it over directly to the reception staff, and pulled Zhang Jin to the rest area on the side to drink tea and eat snacks, and explained some things to her grandson by the way. After all, her invitation belongs to the Thousand Machine Gate, and there is a specific room. And Zhang Jin and Grandpa Zhang are different.

In order for this gathering of ancient warriors to go smoothly, the government is also taking great pains.

It's like a qi cultivator and a pure martial artist are not in the same area at all. Each sect must also be separated by a distance of distance between the families.

In this way, even if Lin Wanru wants to continue to be tired of her grandson, she has to report to her side first, and then she can continue to cultivate a relationship with her grandson. It's just that this time and again, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time.

"I was busy all night yesterday, and I went to the room for a while to rest, and I was busy at about half past seven in the evening, and I will go to you for dinner when the time comes. Lin Wanru explained, and by the way, she handed a mousse cake that looked very delicate and beautiful to her grandson.

Zhang Jin nodded, and at the same time felt temporarily relieved in his heart. To be honest, although he doesn't hate this 'new' grandmother, the other party can attract thousands of eyeballs wherever he goes. In this way, you must also accept those eyeballs at the same time.

But he himself is a person who doesn't like to show his face, so every minute and every second he spends with his 'new' grandmother is like a year.

"I guess there is a TV in the room, if you don't want to sleep, you can watch TV, do you need me to have someone bring you a snack?"

"No, I want to take a break. Zhang Jin said, but his body was a little nervous because of the sudden increase in the number of people in the hall.

"Hello!" the grandfather and grandson were talking in harmony, and a voice abruptly broke the 'beautiful' atmosphere.

Lin Wanru's eyes sharpened, and she looked at her coldly.

"What's the matter?" Didn't you see that the old lady was cultivating a relationship with her grandson? Where did this unattractive goods come from, believe it or not, the old lady will let you go back to you/mother's belly in minutes and rebuild it again?

"Uh!" Maybe Lin Wanru's eyes were too cold, so that the young man who came to say hello didn't know what to say for a while.

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while. It didn't last long, though, for several young men of similar age appeared behind the young man.

"Hello!" Those people also said hello, but while greeting, their eyes kept going back and forth between Lin Wanru and Zhang Jin, as if they were studying something?

"Hello, this lady, and this, this comrade. The first person to speak, as if he was under pressure from these people who suddenly joined, barely held back the cold eyes projected by Lin Wanru, and hurriedly introduced himself, "Contemptible Yang Zhe, from the Yang family in the capital......"

The Yang family, the Yang family in the capital, Zhang Jin's heart trembled, and he looked up at the person?