Ye Er walked into the hotel with Zhuang in tow, and a waiter came to greet them and ushered them into a private room.

The meaning of delicate is not big, and the European-style private room is the same, which can only serve six people. Although the place is small, it is well arranged. Warm and cozy feeling. The most important thing is that every detail appears clean and sophisticated.

"The owner of the hotel must have been in Japan." Zhuang said after sitting down.

There were only a few plates of cold dishes on the table, and it could be seen that before they arrived, the communication between Ouyang and Wang Wenyuan was quite pleasant.

"I'm sorry we're late." Ye Er sat between Zhuang and Wang Wenyuan, and Ouyang was in the other middle position.

"Fortunately, you are late, and I can talk to Miss Ouyang very well." Wang Wenyuan greeted them with a smile, and he even got up to pull out a chair for Ye'er, with no reluctance or anxiety on his face.

"Wen Yuan said a lot just now, he said, I was too impulsive last night, and I can apologize to you in person." Ouyang opened a bottle of Moutai and stuck out his tongue; "I stole it from my father's wine cabinet, so keep it a secret from me."

"Miss Ouyang bothered. Come, King...... Officer, let's have a toast. Zhuang took the bottle and smelled it, it was a good wine that had been put for many years, and the fragrance was more than mellow, but the taste of the wine was a little light.

"I should drink this glass of wine myself." Wang Wenyuan stopped Zhuang and said to Ye'er with a wine glass; "Sister Su, because of my selfishness and irrationality, this time has brought you a lot of troubles and troubles. I will drink this wine as an atonement for your sins. ”

"Goo-dong!" After a while, Wang Wenyuan drank dry.

He snatched the bottle from Zhuang's hand, poured another glass of wine, raised it and said to Zhuang; "Mr. Li, we haven't met before. I have the impression that your image is distorted. Until last night...... You held me to death to save my life. That's when I knew why Sister Su fell in love with you. Sister Su is right, you are a real man, I am too immature. ”

"Goo-dong!" After a while, Wang Wenyuan drank dry again.

"Wenyuan, I'm very happy." Ye Er was moved.

Zhuang didn't see anything wrong, Wang Wenyuan's expression and tone were impeccable, but he felt that the knot in Wang Wenyuan's heart had not been completely untied. But Wang Wenyuan is already very face-saving, and if he doesn't say anything, he is afraid that Ouyang's face will not look good.

He stood up and poured himself a glass of wine and said, "The wine belongs to everyone, and you can't eat it alone." Come on, let's have a drink. ”

With a good start, the atmosphere is much more relaxed.

As a qualified mediator, Ouyang skillfully guided Zhuang and Wang Wenyuan to show the similarities between the two and exaggerate them appropriately.

In a friendly and peaceful atmosphere, a bottle of wine was not enough to drink, Ouyang only brought a bottle, and Wang Wenyuan beckoned the hotel to serve another bottle.

Wang Wenyuan drank a lot, only drank five glasses of a bottle of winery, and he poured everything else.

"Is he a good drinker?" Zhuang asked Ye'er in a low voice.

Ye Er shook her head: "I don't know, we never saw him drink when we studied together." It's the end of the dinner, and it seems that he hasn't had a few drinks. ”

Zhuang felt bad, and Ouyang said, "Otherwise, you won't drink it, right?" ”

Ouyang also drank two cups just now, and this was the moment when his face was full of peach blossoms, and he didn't care: "It's rare to be happy today, Wen Yuan just said that he died once yesterday, and he has the feeling of being a human being in two lives." ”

Zhuang was thinking about what to say, and the waiter brought the wine.

Wang Wenyuan quickly opened the wine bottle, and Zhuang couldn't speak anymore.

However, the problem lies in this bottle.

Zhuang drank it as fake wine, and Wang Wenyuan also felt that the taste was wrong.

The hotel maître d'être was called in, and she politely but firmly told the guests that they had been in the hotel for many years and were in the business of repeat customers. And the hotel only buys from legitimate channels, and the wine provided is definitely not fake.

Wang Wenyuan strongly questioned the authenticity of this bottle of Moutai. And compare the bottle that Ouyang brought.

The foreman said that the bottle that Miss Ouyang brought was old wine, which had been left for more than ten years. After so many years, Moutai has undergone several changes, and it is normal for the taste to be different.

"Forget it, return this bottle of wine." Zhuang didn't want to continue such a dispute, and there would be no results at all in a short time.

However, the foreman said that the bottle had been opened and could not be returned. If they are not satisfied, the hotel can offer them a discount.

"You can't just leave it at that." Wang Wenyuan's face was flushed and he stood up excitedly; "It's too much of a deception! If you don't find out the truth this time, I don't know how many people will be deceived by you profiteers. ”

Zhuang and Ye'er glanced at each other, and their hearts were heavy.

Wang Wenyuan's words have a deep meaning...... The emotion I showed just now is simply acting.

Ouyang also got up to persuade Wang Wenyuan, saying that everyone was very busy, so it was easy to sit down together for a meal, forget it now, and talk about it tomorrow.

But after Wang Wenyuan's wine strength came up, he didn't listen to anyone. He grabbed the bottle and smashed it against the glass door of the hotel.

Zhuang hurriedly protected Ye Er and pulled Ouyang over.

"Whoa!" With a bang, the glass door shattered, and the pieces of glass flying everywhere still cut Ouyang's arm.

The foreman's body was also pierced with two pieces of glass, one nailed to her tall and straight chest, and the other cut a bloody mark on her cheek. caused her to scream in a language Zhuang didn't understand.

Things suddenly turned out like this, Wang Wenyuan was stunned, looking at Ouyang's arm blankly, not knowing what to say.

The hotel waiters gathered around the door, and the police had already begun to call outside.

Zhuang called Huang Hai and asked him to deal with it quickly.

Ouyang called Ouyang Fan and asked the Ocean Hospital to come to the ambulance and prepare for the operation.

The hotel owner came, and Zhuang didn't wait for him to open his mouth and said, "Two roads, confrontation...... Or negotiate an approach that is acceptable to all. ”

"Yes, yes, may I ask a few ......?"

"Money is not an issue." Zhuang glanced at the foreman; "She's not a problem either."

When broken down in this way, the problem becomes simpler.

Money is not a problem, the boss quickly calculated the loss of the hotel, even if he opened his mouth, he only shouted out the price of 100,000. This amount of money is nothing in Zhuang's eyes.

The foreman's question, Zhuang only whispered a few words in her ear, and the foreman stopped crying and stared at him in disbelief.

The Yellow Sea came and pulled the drowsy Wang Wenyuan away.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry." Ouyang said with a red face.

"You don't have to blame yourself." Zhuang said to Ouyang: "He is very smart, he will not get into the tip of a bull's horn and not come out." I believe that after this time, he will really mature. ”

Having said that, Zhuang and Ouyang both saw clearly that □ Wen was similar to Taihai Yan, and he was a shrewd and extraordinary genius in the professional field; But he is very proud of Taihaiyan, and this pride from the blood does not allow him to bow his head in front of a liar.

Just now, he had been suppressing himself and forcing himself.

Unless this matter is a big problem, Wang Wenyuan will know that he has been taught a real lesson. Now, it only brings him some frustration.

But Wang Wenyuan is a person from Huang Hai, and Huang Hai is helping Wang Xiangjiao deal with some very sensitive things. They all know the seriousness of the matter≈ it is a critical period for Wang Xiangjiao, if this matter is known and used by people with ulterior motives, everyone will not be able to bear it.

Suzhou, Broken Snow Garden.

In the afternoon, it was drizzling.

Yukimi Iike wears a snow-white pale blue flower kimono and kneels in front of a specially prepared tea table.

Zhuang accompanied Zhu Hong to sit in the Yunxuan, and watched Miss Jingchi Xuemei perform the tea ceremony with Mei Ye.

Miss Yukimi Iike's long sleeves were rolled up at her elbows, and her delicate and white arms were holding the fire. Pointing, burning, washing≥...... Her demeanor is meticulous, she seems to be immersed in some kind of mysterious verve, every movement is so soothing and graceful, and there is a bit of indescribable elegance. She is not showing an authentic Japanese tea ceremony, but an ancient and unfamiliar ritual.

Ichi Yukimi offered a cup of steamy liquid to Zhu Hong, Mei Ye got the second cup, and Zhuang was the third.

"Please advise." Yukimi Iike bent down, revealing a snow-white slender neck.

"Okay." Plum Leaf Road; "Miss Xuemei's deep essence of the tea ceremony, such a beautiful tea, you will get drunk if you don't drink it."

Zhu Hong also nodded in approval, gently sipped two sips of tea soup, and smiled.

"This tea bowl seems to be worth a lot of money." Zhuang said incomprehensibly.

Yukimi Ichi said respectfully, "Mr. uses Hanzhu. ”

"Hanzhu." Zhuang drank all the tea soup, and sure enough, he saw pearl-like jade-colored white spots inside the tea bowl.

"What's this called?" Mei Ye looked at the brown tea bowl in her hand, the walls of which were covered with fine white spots.

"Mr. Mei's one, called Aoxue ⌒ The meaning of wishing the elders a long life." Jingchi Xuemei raised her head and said to Zhu Hong: "Mother uses heart incense. ”

Zhu Hong's hand was not a pottery, but a tea bowl carved from purple jade. Such a large purple jade, but the whole body is crystal clear, it is pleasing to the eye when you look at it, and it seems to be a rare enjoyment to drink tea.

"It's all antiques, blessed is the old man." Mei Ye looked at Zhuang with a smile.

The three tea bowls are no small feat, and any one of them will cause a sensation at auction. But Ichi Yukimi actually brought such a bunch of treasures to China, and several of the people here are all understanding, and it can be seen that Miss Iike Yukimi has been planning for this tea party for a long time.

"Boy, drink tea." Zhu Hongdao.

"Yes, Mother." Zhuang put the tea bowl on the tea table, and Ichi Yukimi poured another half a cup and gave it to Zhuang. Her expression was still so solemn, but there was a hint of joy in her eyes.

After drinking tea, Miss Yukimi Iike went to change her clothes.

"The girl among the flowers only fights the grass and wins the pearls. Miss Yukimi is a caring person. Plum leaves sighed with a lingering fragrance.

Zhu Hong looked at the peach forest outside the Yunxuan and said to Zhuang: "Mom doesn't interfere in your affairs, Ye'er is very good, it is your blessing to find such a daughter-in-law." Miss Yukimi is a hard worker, and she needs a fulcrum. ”

"Got it, Mother." Zhuang replied softly. In my heart, I have more respect for my mother.

Miss Yukimi Iike is in good shape right now, and she is fighting with an indomitable attitude. People, each stage will have an ideal that belongs to that stage, perhaps, when Miss Yukimi Iike really matures, he can completely loosen the ambiguous fulcrum.

No wonder others, all of this was provoked by him on his own initiative. Ichi Yukimi has been shrinking in a hard hard shell, it was Zhuang who broke the hard shell, although there were such and such objective factors at that time, but emotional matters cannot be solved only with reason and reason.

Zhuang had never known how to deal with the relationship with Ichi Yukimi before, and in the face of this well-behaved, stubborn, and willful rich heir, he always couldn't harden his ≈heart, and his mother Zhu Hong gave him a seemingly clear, but not without vague answers.

"This is Mother." Mei Ye said with a smile.

"Does Mei Lao have a better suggestion?" Zhu Hong said proudly, not trying to hide his love for his son and that little selfishness.

"No......" Mei Ye thought for a moment and shook her head.

Zhu Hong said again: "When Zhu Daozun left, Yilan had the opportunity to go with him. But at the last moment, she said, she had a hint of hesitation. It was that momentary hesitation that made Yilan fall to the dust. Ylang woke up and fell silent, and later, she said she didn't regret it. Xuemei has the shadow of Yilan on her body, and they enjoy the process even more. ”

"Sister Liu knows that world?" Mei Ye asked enviously.

"That's why Eagle Buddha wants her help." Zhu Hong retracted his gaze and fell on Zhuang's face; "Tong'er, do you remember what happened with the Living Buddha Soonda on Fanjing Mountain?"

"Remember...... All I remember is what happened before I passed out. Zhuang suddenly couldn't be sure.

Ji Yunxuan calmed down, thinking about his thoughts.

Zhu Hong observed very carefully, before the battle with Zhuang's Fanjing Mountain, the Living Buddha of Sowenda was the head of Zhumen, and he stayed in Shanghai for a long time.

At that time, Lyuilan had no defense against him, and Soonda had a chance. However, he did not make any moves to get close to Lyuilan. After coming down from Fanjing Mountain, the Eagle Buddha returned to the Butian Temple, and he announced that he would retreat for two years, but he left the temple a month later, and sent the female living Buddha Qusang Zhuomu to Shanghai and invited Liu Yilan to the Butian Temple as a guest.

This shows that the Living Buddha Soonda had some kind of insight on the Fanjing Mountain, because of this understanding, he couldn't even calm down and go into retreat.

"A few days ago, I met Fan Xing, a disciple of Zhu Daozun, in Fanjing Mountain. You and Fan Xing have the same breath as Yilan, the breath left by Zhu Daozun. Zhu Hong broke the silence, and the figure of Jingchi Xuemei had already appeared not far away.

"Fate comes ...... So. Zhuang suddenly couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

At this moment, he was truly heroic and had the courage to face the Living Buddha of Soonda.

No wonder Fan Xing is progressing so fast, even a few points faster than Zhuang, which can be compared to a thousand miles in a day.

The conservative nature of Zhumen Peng Magong determined that it was impossible for him to have the strength to face the Living Buddha of Soonda in just three years by relying on Zhumen's secret technique. The talent of the living Buddha, the experience of the living Buddha, the inheritance and experience of the living Buddha, none of which he can compare. Not even with a butterfly god. Use the Concentration Technique or the Wind Bone Whip, it's a desperate fight rather than a duel.

When the bamboo Taoist priest left, he thought of the reaction of the Living Buddha Soonda, so he left two cards to restrain the madness of the Living Buddha.

Zhuang can be regarded as the bright card, and the bamboo Taoist hinted that Suo Wenda worshiped the Zhumen, which is more likely to contain the living Buddha of Suo Wenda and create space and time for the growth of the mortal star Taoist.

Zhuang didn't complain about this in the slightest, and he was full of gratitude to the Bamboo Daoist. Even if it's just a card, the benefits he gets are far greater than the pay. Without the battle of Fanjing Mountain, he would not have been able to defeat Lan Zhanjiang, and without the study of Zhumen by the Living Buddha of Suo Wenda, Zhu Huang would not have realized that the Gathering Divine Technique could still be used like that; It is impossible for Zhuang to have the current strength and cultivation, and it is impossible for the bigwigs in the rivers and lakes, including Zhou Banweng, to compromise last night.

And the basis of all this comes from the trace of pure true power that the bamboo Taoist priest planted into his body at some point.

"Kid, what are you thinking?" Zhu Hong asked.

Ichi Yukimi changed into a set of skirts, and people became more lively than before; He looked at Zhuang with great interest and asked, "Yes, what are you thinking?" ”

"I think about it again, the breath left by Zhu Daozun, as time passes, that breath will become weaker and weaker, until it disappears. Van Xing, maybe he will choose to go another way. Is it worth it or not? Zhuang said seriously.

He had completely refined that trace of aura, and the Mortal Star Daoist was still working hard. He didn't have the foundation of Peng Ma Gong, nor did he experience such an ordeal as Zhuang.

In this case, Yukimi Iike doesn't understand. But she was well-behaved and smart, and she didn't ask.

"It's not worth it, Fan Xing belongs to the Dao Sect, he inherited the inheritance of Zhu Daozun, and he has to take on that responsibility

All the forest he. Zhu Hong was the first to let go.

"Yes, Zhu Daozun also had a stage of sharpness back then." Meiye's face is full of yearning, as if she is nostalgic for the good old days.

Zhuang was worried that Fan Xing might choose a similar path to Soonda, using actual combat to hone himself and speed up the speed of absorbing that breath. Without going through the wind and rain, it is impossible for Mortal Star to have the strength comparable to Soonda.

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