They came to a Chinese-style villa.

Outside, there is a two-meter-high fence with a high-voltage power grid at the top, and the main body of the villa is red bricks and green tiles, with climbing vines and green trees.

Such a villa, in this area, will cost at least hundreds of millions.

Xiang Yong habitually wanted to sweep the villa with his divine thoughts, only to realize that he had not re-cultivated his divine thoughts, and he smiled dumbly.

Li Zhiping stood in front of the gate, took out an invitation letter from his arms with a blank face, and shook it at the camera above the gate, and soon the gate parted from it, and with the sound of metal rubbing, it retreated to both sides.

Xiang Yong followed Li Zhiping and walked along a gravel-paved path dotted with low shrubs to the main entrance of the villa.

The shrubs have small red fruits, like fine rubies set on the turquoise plants, which are very beautiful.

A long red carpet runs down the steps of the main entrance, and laughter and lights pour out along with the lights.

Xiang Yong stepped on the steps behind Li Zhiping, walked through the entrance, and looked inside with some curiosity.

He rose too late in his previous life, and he didn't have much contact with these monk families, so he had no way of knowing what life those families had like before the great calamity.

But when he looked at it, he was suddenly disappointed.

I saw that the huge living room was decorated with gold, and the long crystal lamps hung down from the ceiling, exuding a brilliant light.

Several long tables are filled with delicatessen, fresh fruit, and are at your disposal.

Fashionably dressed men and women sometimes move around, sometimes stop to talk.

It's like the style of the upper-class dinner party seen in the movie.

Perhaps for many ordinary people, being able to attend such a dinner party is already the pinnacle of life.

But for Xiang Yong, such a scene can only disappoint him.

He was expecting to see the simple and atmospheric furniture and decorations, the soft and retro light, the old man sitting on the Taishi's chair, the young man and woman in ancient clothes, and the deep conversation.

However, this scene in front of me ...... Some are just "worldly".

The monks were supposed to be a group of people who were free from low-level interests, free and easy.

The men and women in front of him looked like they were just ordinary people.

None of them can be seen.

Xiang Yong hid his disappointment and disdain and walked with Li Zhiping.

Li Zhiping is obviously not popular, and he has been in the door for a while, but no one has taken the initiative to greet him.

After passing through the living room, there is a small reception room, with several fabric sofas scattered in an artistic sense, and two people sit on the sofa with their legs crossed and cigars between their fingertips, chatting, filled with smoke and the smell of tobacco.

Li Zhiping found two single sofas placed opposite each other, "Brother Yong, let's sit for a while, it hasn't officially started yet." On such occasions, he did not call "captain" again.

Xiang Yong sat down opposite Li Zhiping.

He paid attention to the observation along the way just now, but he didn't see Zhou Weixin's figure.

Finding what Xiang Yong's eyes were looking for, Li Zhiping quickly understood and pointed to the ceiling, "Are you looking for a new master?" He should be on the second floor. ”

"Second floor?"

"At such a party, the organizers will find some small wild models, peripheral women, Internet celebrities and the like to decorate. If anyone encounters a handsome guy or a beautiful woman who is interested, they can usually take them to the upstairs room to play for a while," Li Zhiping explained, "The new master likes this tune quite a bit." ”

Xiang Yong was speechless for a while. I knew that Zhou Weixin was unreliable, but I didn't expect it to be so unreliable. What can a carnal monk do?

"Don't worry that things in the circle will leak out, and when the exchange meeting officially starts, all irrelevant people will be sent away. Li Zhiping continued to tell Xiang Yong the common sense in this circle.

"Oh. If you're bored, you can also find a girl to go to the second floor to play. Xiang Yong joked.

Li Zhiping turned his face away: "You wait a while, it usually doesn't take long for a new master." ”

He didn't bother to answer Xiang Yong's joke.

They fell silent. In the room, the two people sitting on the sofa next to them were still talking, as if discussing the futures market.

The two sat in silence for half an hour, when suddenly a melodious sound sounded.

This seemed to be a signal, and the two men, who were smoking cigars with their legs crossed, stopped talking, put their cigars in the ashtray, and got up and walked to the living room.

"Let's go over and get started. Li Zhiping got up.

"Who is playing the piano?" Xiang Yong imagined that there was a fairy-like woman dressed in white who was tuning the piano with her hands.

Li Zhiping ruthlessly broke his illusion and said expressionlessly: "Brother Yong, this is playing a CD." ”

Xiang Yong followed Li Zhiping speechlessly into the living room.

All the people in the villa were gathering in the living room, and Xiang Yong glanced at it, afraid that there would be 4 or 50 people. It doesn't look very old, but I only see a few people over 40 years old, and it seems that this is an exchange meeting for young people.

Xiang Yong also adjusted his mentality, no longer looking forward to what he would gain at this exchange meeting, purely to watch the excitement.

If you look closely, there are some familiar faces here.

These families, whose inheritance has never been broken, naturally have innate advantages, and there are many influential figures in the period of the Great Tribulation and the beginning of the Great Era, and once occupied half of the earth's cultivation realm.

However, Xiang Yong did not have the urge to step forward and make a familiar face.

Most of these people naturally belong to Zhou Tianyi's camp and will be his enemies in the future.

Someone noticed the fresh face behind Li Zhiping, but it seemed that they were not familiar with Li Zhiping, and no one spoke.

The two stood in the crowd for a while, and a young man in his thirties separated from the crowd, came to Li Zhiping, and said enthusiastically: "Brother Zhiping! I haven't seen you for a while, and I feel that your cultivation has improved again." ”

"Brother Ronghua. Li Zhiping greeted him simply.

The most impressive thing about this man is his full forehead and big eyes comparable to electric eye beauties, with a standard northerner appearance, a square face and a wide mouth, fat ears, and well-maintained thick hair that has obviously been designed by a hairstylist, which is very trendy.

Xiang Yong had a little impression of him, the three brothers of their generation were prosperous, rich, and noble, and they all became Jindan masters during the catastrophe, and it was rare that although they were born in a family with inheritance, they did not stand in Zhou Tianyi's camp.

Of course, this does not mean that these three brothers are good birds, the reason why they were not absorbed by Zhou Tianyi is purely because their reputation is too stinky, and even Zhou Tianyi doesn't want to deal with them.

"This is ......," Ronghua looked at Xiang Yong.

"Xiang Yong, scatter one. Without waiting for Li Zhiping's introduction, Xiang Yong spoke to himself.

Rong Hua laughed and said: "Tell me a joke to my brother, I see that you shouldn't be very old, and you can't have your cultivation at your age." If I'm not mistaken, you're almost in the late days after tomorrow, aren't you......?

Xiang Yong interrupted lightly: "It's casual cultivation." ”

Ronghua's remaining words were blocked, and his face was a little unsightly for a while.