That's What Villains Are Like

The boat pulled by the three strange beasts fell directly into the depths of Anyang City.

A group of knights followed closely and soon disappeared.

There was only a noisy and shaking sound of heated discussions on the long street.

The girl in white in front of the shop was still angry.

She has a beautiful face, elegant features, watery eyes, charming eyes, a slender waist, and a tall figure.

Three thousand black hairs hang down to her waist softly, giving her the gentle demeanor of a lady.

However, at this moment, he was biting his teeth secretly, with a look of hatred, as if he had a lot of hatred for the boat that fell in the sky.

"Senior Sister Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

The junior sisters beside the girl in white couldn't help but ask.

In their impression, this senior sister has always been dignified, beautiful, friendly and gentle, how could she show such a behavior like grinding her teeth now.

"It's okay, I just thought of an evil thief. I didn't expect him to follow me all the way to Anyang City."

The girl in white, Zhao Dieyi, felt her plump and plump chest rise and fall, and then she took a deep breath to calm down.

"Are the evil thieves that Senior Sister Zhao mentioned were the people in that boat?" a female disciple asked curiously.

As disciples of Chi Yaozong, they are rarely born and do not understand many situations in the outside world.

This time I went out to practice and conduct the inner sect assessment tasks, and this senior sister Zhao was fully responsible for the leadership.

Zhao Dieyi looked at his junior fellow apprentices, rubbed his brows and said, "That's that guy among them. Anyway, if you see that boat, try to take a detour as far as you can. Don't be fooled by that guy." What you see.”

"Otherwise, when he sees you, he won't care what kind of disciples you are from the Yaochi Sect. He will send people to kidnap you. If your innocence is not guaranteed, you may be tortured to death."

"That's a truly evil person."

Speaking of this, she seemed to think of something, and her fair face darkened.

The female disciples of the Yaochi Sect in front of them are all dressed in Yaochi Sect's costumes and dresses. They have beautiful figures, natural beauty, and even more delicate and soft looks, graceful and charming.

Even if you are just standing here, it is a beautiful scenery and particularly attractive.

Hearing what Zhao Dieyi said, many people's faces suddenly turned pale, obviously frightened.

"The person that Senior Sister Zhao is talking about should be the current young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion..."

At this time, a woman suddenly asked.

Compared to the other female disciples who wore pendants on their dresses, her dress seemed very plain and simple.

Her face is as white as melon seeds, her red lips are glossy, her bones are as soft as ice, her facial features are extremely delicate, and her black hair is untied and hanging down casually. Perhaps because of her successful cultivation, her skin has a gleaming luster.

Even without the application of powder, there is still a kind of beauty that comes from the world.

"Yes, that's him."

Zhao Dieyi glanced at her and had some impressions of this junior sister. Her name was Chu Chan. She practiced very hard. During this period, she often asked her for advice on many issues related to Kung Fu practice.

She nodded and explained by the way, "I met that guy in Yuyi City before. Fortunately, my grandfather was by my side at that time, so he restrained himself."

"But I didn't expect that not long after I left Yuyi City, he caught up with me. I don't know who leaked my traces to him."

"I originally planned to return to the sect directly, but I happened to meet you for the inner sect assessment..."

Speaking of this, she was also a little depressed, and she didn't know why she was so unlucky. She secretly came back from the sect to solve the problem of Jueyin Hanmai, but she met Jiang Lan.

After Yu Yicheng left, Jiang Lan chased after him again.

In Zhao Dieyi's opinion, Jiang Lan came to Anyang City because he knew her whereabouts and chased her all the way.

That evil man, as grandpa said, was targeting him again.

The woman named Chu Chan's eyes suddenly revealed, and then she deeply hid the hint of envy in her eyes.

The senior sister Zhao in front of her comes from a scholarly family.

The Zhao family behind him has a profound foundation and can be regarded as a powerful family in the whole of Daxia.

His grandfather was a great Confucian of his generation, with great influence and many students.

It's just that compared to the Prime Minister's Mansion that covers the sky with his hand, it's a bit far away. And the person in the boat is the only son of the current Prime Minister...

"Senior Sister Zhao's grandfather was a great scholar of the time. Even the elders in the sect admired and respected him very much."

"Yes, yes, the great Confucian at that time must be at least in the Seventh Realm."

When they heard Zhao Dieyi talking about her grandfather, many disciples showed envy and respect in their eyes and started chattering.

Zhao Dieyi was a little helpless.

Although she did not want to rely on her family background and the reputation of her grandfather, the matter had already spread among the sect.

No matter where he is, a strong man in the Seventh Realm can overlook all living beings.

"Junior sister Zhao, you are here..."

"I have already booked a private room in the Tianzi Building at Zuixian Juli, and I am just waiting for Junior Sister Zhao to move over and help you and the other Junior Sisters take care of themselves."

At this time, a burst of hearty laughter came from not far away.

A tall man in brocade robes walked over surrounded by a group of guards.

He has a square face, elegant demeanor, and a faint Confucian aura about him. There is a divine light in his eyes, and he is obviously of good cultivation.

Zhao Dieyi was slightly shocked, but quickly reacted and his expression became calm.

"Then there's Senior Brother Lao Wang." She nodded lightly.

The man in brocade robes in front of her is named Wang He. He is the third young master of the Wang family in Anyang City. His father is a former student of her grandfather.

As soon as she arrived in Anyang City, Wang He got the news and came here to greet her. Judging from his attitude, he vaguely wanted to please her.

This made Zhao Dieyi feel a little uncomfortable, but out of consideration, he didn't say anything more.

"Zui Xianju?"

"The banquets in Zuixianju are not cheap at all. It is said that Zuixianju is backed by the Changlong Merchant Alliance and has a profound foundation. It can be found in almost all major ancient cities in the Kyushu continent."

"Even an ordinary private room cannot be booked by ordinary people. There are formations recorded by the formation master. The speed of practice in it is no worse than some high-priced training rooms."

"It is said that in some elegant rooms, there are still inscriptions from ancient people. If you have amazing wisdom, you may be able to understand the unique skills."

After hearing these words, the eyes of all the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect lit up.

Many female disciples looked at Wang He who was walking towards them with gleaming eyes.

When Wang He saw this, his smile became even stronger and he explained, "My father has a good personal relationship with the director of Zuixianju in Anyang City. We used to entertain guests and friends at the Tianzi Tower of Zuixianju."

"It's only thanks to my father that I am qualified to book a private room."

Although he acted modestly, he could not hide his pride in his words.

Zuixianju is extremely famous throughout the land of Kyushu.

You can also get a glimpse of it from its name.

The ingredients in Zuixianju are all taken from those exotic animals and rare birds, which are the most essence parts of the body.

There are specialized chefs who will refine the impurities in it, so even if a mortal eats it, they won't worry about being burst.

It is both a food and a medicinal banquet. It can assist monks in their practice, enlightenment, etc. It has many wonderful uses.

Moreover, the daily quota of Zuixianju is limited.

Even if they are respected monks of the older generation, they have to make arrangements in advance before they can prepare the ingredients.

Although Wang He is the third young master of the Wang family, he has only been to Zuixianju a handful of times.

This time, it was his father who came forward and wanted him to get close to Zhao Dieyi, so he spent a lot of spiritual stones and treasures to book a private room in Tianzi Building.

At the moment, Wang He led the way with a smile on his face, leading the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect to the residence of Zuixian with elegant words and friendly smiles.

Zhao Dieyi had no expression on his face and followed a few steps behind.

Behind her, Chu Chan remained silent, occasionally puckering her red lips, pinching the sleeves of her skirt with her jade hands, her heart obviously uneasy.

"I heard that... an ordinary spiritual dish from Zuixianju is worth hundreds of spiritual stones. Even the elders in the sect will not spend such extravagant money."

"Hundreds of spiritual stones are enough for me to practice for several months."

"The hundreds of spiritual stones I save by living frugally on weekdays, I'm afraid I won't even be qualified to enter this Drunken Immortal Residence."

"Also, I want to save some spiritual stones and elixirs and send them to my brother to help him embark on the path of cultivation."

"For disciples of these famous families, just squandering it can result in hundreds or even thousands of spiritual stones..."

"Obviously I have worked very hard and cultivated diligently, but my cultivation is still far behind the other junior sisters. Is it true that a humble family can't stand out?"

"If I had the same resources and background as them..."

She clenched her hands tightly, turning pale due to the exertion, and then slowly let go, feeling very weak.

The huge gap in identity and background made her feel powerless and suffocated.

They are both outer disciples of the Yaochi Sect, and the family background of the other junior sisters is the worst. They are from a cultivating family, and the family has a lot of assets and is rich.

She was the only one born in poverty. Although her ancestors also came from a family of practitioners, by her grandfather's generation, they had long since declined.

In her generation, this is even more true. Her parents died early for some reason.

When she was young, she could barely keep the family business with her stupid brother and an old servant.

Fortunately, she was very talented. After she was determined to change her destiny, she sold all the remaining inheritance from her ancestors and resolutely embarked on the road to find the path to the Yaochi Sect.

"Junior sister Chu Chan, I heard that your ancestral home is in Anyang City. I wonder if you have time to take a group of junior sisters to visit and ask for a cup of tea?"

At this time, a slightly smiling voice came from the front.

A rather charming female disciple with an outstanding appearance and a hint of cinnabar on her eyebrows stopped and looked back at Chu Chan, who was lagging behind everyone.

As soon as she said this, the other female disciples also stopped and looked at Chu Chan in surprise.

Even Zhao Dieyi was a little surprised. She didn't know that this junior sister's ancestral home was actually in Anyang City.

There was a hint of uneasiness on Chu Chan's face, but she still managed to smile and said, "Senior Sister Chen is laughing at me. My ancestral land has been sold off a long time ago. Now I'm afraid there are only a few bricks and tiles left. I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain you senior sisters."

In the Yaochi Sect, she was considered by many disciples to be the most beautiful woman in the outer sect.

The female disciple in front of her is named Chen Ning, and those who do good things call her the second most beautiful woman in the outer sect.

It is precisely because of this that he has always been at odds with her and never missed an opportunity to ridicule her.

Chu Chan had long been accustomed to this, and knew that this was Chen Ning's excuse to belittle her background in front of everyone.

"Oh? This junior sister's ancestral home is actually in Anyang City?"

Wang He, who was walking in front, was also slightly surprised, and then asked with a smile.

In fact, he had noticed just now that although this female disciple was not wearing makeup or accessories, her beauty of hibiscus blooming from clear water was even more shocking and unforgettable.

If Zhao Dieyi hadn't been here, he would probably have gone forward, asked questions, and then made excuses to get close.

Chu Chan forced out a forced smile and responded, "Senior Brother Hui, my parents and I did live here when I was young."

Wang He looked at her increasingly pitiful appearance, and the smile on his face became warmer.

Only the female disciple named Chen Ning snorted coldly and couldn't stand Chu Chan's pretending to be delicate.

In front of Zuixianju, it was quite quiet today, with no monks or creatures coming and going.

Through the curling clouds and mist, you can see the scenery inside. The pavilions and palaces are lined up in rows, one after another, and the scenery is myriad.

In the deepest part, you can see the mist drifting, the silver waterfall falling, and the rays of light transpiring.

Many palaces are floating in the sky, like a real fairyland.

Who would have thought that this place would be a restaurant. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace fell to the human world.

This was the first time for all the disciples of the Yaochi Sect to see this scene. No matter who they were, they were all shocked and shocked.

Wang He felt more and more proud, and under the leadership of the servant, he went to Tianzi Tower.

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"Master, I didn't know you were here suddenly, otherwise Zuixianju would not be able to receive guests today."

At the same time, the highest floor of Tianzi Tower.

An elegant room with floating clouds and mist, luxurious decoration, like a fairyland on earth.

A rich middle-aged man stood beside Jiang Lan with his hands down and a respectful smile on his face.

The Tianzi Tower is shaped like a tower, with each floor built one after another, with ancient white jade wood as the stairs. The middle floor is hollowed out. The higher you go, the better you can overlook the scenery below.

"It doesn't matter. I came here by chance."

Jiang Lan waved his hand casually and leaned against the railing, but his eyes were looking at the group of people entering the place below with great interest.

In the original plot, the descendants of Zhenjun Zixia's former benefactor met the protagonist Lin Fan here.

Now that Lin Fan is dead, this part of the plot does not seem to have changed much. However, the only change is the appearance of Zhao Dieyi.

In the original plot, she did not appear here.

Lin Fan's hero saves beauty, but he saves another woman.

Soon, in the elegant room, several graceful and beautiful women, carrying special utensils, presented many dishes and drinks one by one.

The rays of light permeate the air, the mist turns into smoke, and there is an astonishing aura intertwined there.

"Master..."

Su Qinghan's voice rang out, bringing Jiang Lan's thoughts back to reality.

He glanced at him and said casually, "I'm going down to meet an old friend."

After that, he ignored Su Qinghan's surprise, casually took out a paper fan embroidered with a hundred beautiful pictures, opened it with a snap, and walked out slowly.

A group of guards waiting outside the private room saw this and followed him.

"Sister Dieyi, I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you very much."

"Why did you leave in Yuyi City in such a hurry that day and didn't stay for a while? Mr. Zhao must not be by your side today."

Halfway through the journey, Jiang Lan's chuckle sounded from the jade corridor steps.

Not far away, Zhao Dieyi, who was about to enter a private room under the leadership of Wang He, was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Then she looked with beautiful eyes and saw a noble young man in white clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand and walking slowly towards her with a smile on his lips.

A group of guards behind him quickly surrounded him with a clatter.