Sunny mornings with a gentle breeze!

In the city of Wuhou, every street paved with bluestone slabs is very lively, with colorful lights, and several Wuhou Mansion family members are dancing lions on the street, beating gongs and drums, and heading towards the square in the center of the city.

The triennial stargazing conference has arrived, not only the families of Wuhou Mansion have set out, but also attracted countless ordinary people to watch, although they are not qualified to participate, but they still want to witness the magic magic that is difficult to see on weekdays, once every three years, it seems to have become a special festival in the lives of ordinary people.

At this time, Xu Que had already come to the square with the family, and they all stood in front of the crowd to maintain order around them and prevent anyone from suddenly breaking into the square.

Xu Que was also one of them, he was frowning, looking at the empty square, with endless doubts in his heart.

In the past two days, he has been looking for an opportunity to see Ji Wuzhao and ask what to pay attention to when attending the conference, but Ji Wuzhao has never appeared, and even Ji Ling'er has disappeared, Xu Que wants to ask to see, but no one is willing to report for him.

Originally, he wasn't too worried, thinking that Ji Ling'er would definitely mention him to Ji Wuzhao, and Ji Wuzhao should also send someone to inform him of some matters, but he didn't expect that there would be no news until now.

"You can't forget it, right?" Xu Que hesitated in his heart.

At this time, there was a commotion behind the crowd, and several strong men immediately rushed to maintain it, and finally the crowd gave way to an avenue, and Xu Que saw many big people walking forward.

Led by Wuhou, the dragon walks and the tiger walks, majestic and lofty, when the tall figure passes by Xu Que's side, Xu Que can even feel the invisible coercion emanating from his body, which is the aura of a strong man, making him vaguely a little short of breath, and then looking at others, the same.

Immediately after that, three strangers dressed in black slowly walked by, not like the people of Wuhou City, and one of the old men at the head also exuded an imposing momentum, which was not weaker than Wuhou at all.

Ji Wuzhao was half a step behind, his expression was flat, but he was as beautiful as a fairy, his temperament was dusty, his lotus steps were light, but his eyes were always looking ahead, and he never noticed that he passed by Xu Que.

Xu Que was slightly stunned, and wanted to take the opportunity to ask the eldest lady, but at this time, Ji Ling'er suddenly walked in front of him, lowered her little head and didn't dare to look at him, and hurried away.

Xu Que frowned, and secretly said that why did this little girl look like she had done something wrong?

Subsequently, several teenagers passed in front of him one after another, and Xu Que suddenly noticed that there were seven young men and women walking with Ji Ling'er, one of whom he was quite familiar with, it was Ji Wufeng, the son of Wuhou Mansion, and as for the other six, he only knew five people, all of whom were the heirs of some big names in Wuhou City.

In the end, the boy who looked two or three years younger than him was very faced. From the young man's luxurious clothes to his fair and handsome appearance, he talks extraordinarily when he walks, all of which show the young man's prominent background.

"Eight people?" Xu Que's face changed suddenly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

He had inquired that the number of places in each conference was limited, but there was exactly one vacancy in the eight places this year, and he always thought that this vacancy was reserved for himself, although he was secretly happy in his heart, he had never shown off to outsiders except Ji Ling'er.

But now this situation made him vaguely feel that something was wrong.

......

At this moment, the big names have all taken their seats, Wuhou is sitting on the big chair in the center, his tiger eyes are scanning all directions, not angry and arrogant, Ji Wuzhao and the strange old man in black are sitting on the left and right of Wuhou, and the eight young people, including Ji Ling'er, are standing in the open space in the center of the square, and the atmosphere of the square has become solemn.

The conference is about to start, Xu Que can no longer sit still, this is the key to changing his fate, and it is also an opportunity that the old drunkard exchanged for his life, he needs to fight for it independently.

After taking a deep breath, Xu Que walked directly towards the center of the square.

"Eh, what are you going to do, little missing? At this time, an old man standing beside Xu Que saw this, and immediately reached out to stop him, but he was still a step too slow, and Xu Que had already walked into the square quickly.

His actions, coupled with the shouts of the old man, immediately attracted the attention of many people present, and some big people turned their eyes one after another.

But Xu Que only took a few steps, and before he could speak, he instantly felt the power of a huge mountain falling from the sky, his shoulders were slammed, and the whole person was directly frozen in place, and it was difficult to move a single bit.

"What's the matter with you?" Wu Hou Ji looked down at him and asked in a deep voice, his voice was extremely cold and with a hint of displeasure.

Xu Que also understood that this coercion came from Wuhou.

At the same time, Ji Wuzhao also noticed Xu Que, and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, as if he had just remembered something, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he leaned to the side of Wu Hou and whispered to his side.

Wuhou's expression has not changed, and the coercion on Xu Que's body is still the same, this kind of power makes him almost out of breath, and he can't even resist the urge to kneel, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted, waiting for Ji Wuzhao to explain the situation to Wuhou clearly.

Ji Ling'er stood not far away, and couldn't help but glance back at him, her face was full of guilt, and she quickly turned her head back, not knowing that Xu Que was under great pressure at the moment.

Soon, Ji Wuzhao was sitting back in his chair, his expression was very calm, he glanced at Xu Que lightly, and didn't say anything.

Wuhou lowered his head, looked down, fell on Xu Que, and quietly dispersed the coercion.

Xu Que only felt that his body was light, and he finally regained his freedom, but the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat.

He eased up and was about to speak, but Wuhou stared at him coldly and said indifferently: "You can step down and come back in three years." ”

"Stand down?" Xu Que was stunned, and then his head suddenly went blank, extremely stunned.

His face was full of puzzlement, and he looked at Wuhou and Ji Wuzhao in front of him.

Ji Wuzhao frowned slightly, and a trace of unbearability or sympathy flashed between her delicate and fair face.

She spoke, but her voice was extremely flat: "Xu Que, your business is my negligence, I have been busy with the affairs and cultivation of the house for the past two days, and I forgot to let people tell you that the quota for this conference is actually full, how about you come back to participate in three years? After the conference, I will ask the housekeeper to change the account room and other work for you, which is easier and you don't have to do chores anymore." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present seemed to have guessed something, and their expressions were different, and they began to talk in low voices, and the quiet square began to stir.

Xu Que's heart was extremely confused, and he was negligent? The quota was full? Come back in three years?

After this one sentence after another, he still didn't know what was going on.

I felt that my heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable emotion, it was anger, even if there were countless prominent people sitting in front of him, but he still couldn't suppress this anger.

For two days, he couldn't find Ji Wuzhao, let alone ask to see Wuhou, and no one told him about the conference, until he came out to ask, but was suppressed by Wuhou with momentum, he gritted his teeth and insisted, but he waited for Ji Wuzhao's understatement to be negligent, and asked him to come back in three years.

Three years, three years later, he was already past the age of cultivation, and it was impossible for him to open up the Dantian Star Mansion again, which was no different from sentencing him to no longer be qualified to cultivate in this life.

"I ...... I've waited three years, I've been looking forward to it for three years......" He clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice, the good future he had been building all his way had collapsed, and the old drunkard's life had been given in vain, and he could not accept this result.

Everyone's eyes turned to it, and they could only see that this young man was a little lost and depressed, even a wolf. But no one could see that at this time, a wisp of black gas was overflowing from Xu Que's dantian, rushing straight to his head, and Yin Tang was black, which was an ominous sign.

After a few breaths, Xu Que suddenly raised his head, looked at the silent big people present, and then looked at the ordinary people who cast strange eyes around him, and a trace of thought suddenly arose in his heart.

He straightened up slightly, stepped forward, his gaze became firm, and he suddenly faced Wuhou and Ji Wuzhao who were present.

"Wuhou, eldest miss, Xu Que wants to dare to ask, why wait another three years?" he spoke, and directly questioned it, his voice was loud.

The originally noisy square instantly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to him.

Xu Que raised his hand, pointed directly at the strange young man who was standing with Ji Ling'er and the others, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is it because of him?"

He was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing in this empty square!