Chapter 3523 Throwing Well
Feng Jiuxiao frowned, although he was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to nod.
Back to the Nine Heavens Palace.
"Brother, what does Master Long mean by that? Are you playing with us?"
Ji Liuhe gulped down the wine from the gourd, and gnawed on the big chicken leg with one hand.
The luxurious seat made of gold and jade was splashed all over by his wine and oil.
"To get the first place in the eight competitions, if our three brothers were in the era, it would be easy..."
"But the problem is, the Eight Sects Competition must be a member of the Eight Sects who has never participated in it."
On the opposite chair, a thin man was playing with a few dice, with an evil smile on his face.
The man was dressed in a colorful robe embroidered with gold silk. He not only held dice in his hands, but also had Pai Gow patterns on his clothes.
"Third son, you hang around in the gambling house of Bamen every day, do you know which little guy from our Shenlong family can win the first place in the Bamen Grand Competition?" Ji Liuhe asked.
"Second brother, are you stupid, let me find a good fighter from the casino?"
"Eh? It doesn't seem quite right...Qi Sanchuan, you kid, what else can you do besides playing with money? Can you do something serious!?"
"You fat man, drinking and eating meat every day, is it serious? Brother's precious son was injured, do you think I'm not in a hurry?"
"Oh...my poor nephew..."
Feng Jiuxiao sat on the top dragon chair and scolded irritably: "You two! Shut up!"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan were resentful and quieted down.
"One knows how to eat and drink, and the other knows how to gamble. They are both six-kalpa blue dragons. The barbaric six-kalpa is better than you by not a star!"
"Brother, I don't agree with what you said. I haven't hit you before. Who knows?"
"Lin Wan's ambush from all sides can make you helpless, but it fell into the hands of that Feng Xiaotian... What do you think?"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan curled their lips, unable to refute.
"That magical skill is too stupid..." Ji Liuhe muttered.
"I'm afraid it's only you, brother, who can kill that kid," Qi Sanchuan said.
"Haven't you understood the meaning of the patron saint? The patron saint has already cherished talents. If we go to the wilderness to kill people at this time, we will die first!" Ji Liuhe said.
Feng Jiuxiao was silent for a while, and said: "Second brother, you go to the dry door to find some good seedlings that can be used. Third child, you go to the other seven schools to see who can be used by us..."
"I can choose eight newcomers this time, except for the first place, I am sure to win. For the top eight, our Shenlong family will have them all!"
Ji Liuhe stood up cheerfully, "Hey, I just like your temper!"
"Little brother, let's do it right away, from Hongmeng to Wild Desolation, there is no gambling house that I am not familiar with!"
Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "You guys don't want to play around..."
Just at this moment, a middle-aged man in a reckless suit with a flattering smile walked in.
There are hundreds of beautiful and graceful women behind him.
"Palace Master! There are a total of 137 tribute girls in the clan this time. Palace Master please accept them!"
Feng Jiuxiao looked helpless, "Didn't you just pay the tribute the year before last?"
The middle-aged man knelt down directly, and a group of girls also knelt down one after another.
"Palace Master! For the prosperity of the Shenlong Clan, I invite the Palace Master to suffer!!"
"Please have mercy on the Palace Master!!"
A group of women were also very eager, and some began to cry.
Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "Forget it, for Shenlong's sake, the Lord of the Palace will let you stay..."
"Thank you, Palace Master, for taking me in! Palace Master has suffered for my Shenlong Clan!!"
Feng Jiuxiao had a wry smile on his face, "I don't blame you, let's all go to the harem..."
The man hurriedly called a group of women to stand up, "Why don't you hurry up and tidy up? From now on, you must serve the palace master well and spread the branches and leaves for the Shenlong clan!!"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan clicked their tongues and looked at each other winkingly before leaving the hall...
...
"Feng Jiuxiao, that bastard!"
An ice-carved and jade-built palace in Hongmeng is the North Cold Temple where the Xuanming clan is the mainstay.
The palace master Zhou Hankong sat at the top and slapped the Xuanbing chair angrily.
"This time the Eight Gates Competition, I must make him the Nine Heavens Palace, and there will be no day to turn around!"
"Hall Master, as far as I know, there are many masters in the Qianmen clan of Shenlong clan and many branches of the other seven sects."
"It's impossible to squeeze out Shenlong's out of the eight places..."
Several elders in the hall expressed their opinions one after another.
"What do you know? The eight places are actually not critical at all."
Zhou Hankong sneered: "We just need to get the first place, everything will change!"
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they all understood!
"Patron Saint!?"
"Not bad!" Zhou Hankong said: "I can make a wish with the patron saint, which is enough for our Xuanming clan to suppress the Shenlong clan!"
"Then we must find a young talent who is trustworthy in the clan and can win the first prize!"
"Can this work? The Phoenix and the White Tiger are also a lot of masters, and there are several powerful clans such as Qingqiu and Zhulong..."
Zhou Hankong interrupted everyone: "I already have candidates."
"who?"
"My youngest son, Zhou Xuxuan!"
A strange gloomy flashed in Zhou Hankong's eyes...
A group of elders in the hall looked at each other, seemingly confused.
"Zhou Xuwang? Which young master?"
"I've never heard of it, is it an illegitimate child?"
Everyone quietly transmitted voices, but they didn't dare to say anything, and planned to investigate in secret.
At the same time, upstream Kanmen.
In a classical courtyard where snow plums are in full bloom.
"Master False, Master False!"
The old man came to the yard with a few servants.
A white-clothed young man in white trousers, wearing pajamas, holding a scroll of ancient books, is drinking hot tea alone and reading ancient books.
"What's wrong?" the young man asked back.
"Hongmeng Beihan Temple has sent a handbook, Lord Zhou Hankong will be back soon, so I specially asked you to meet him, young master!"
The young man looked indifferent, smiled and said: "Understood, you all step back."
The old man said excitedly: "Young Master, you have made it through!"
Several servants in the courtyard were also in tears.
Zhou Xuxu put down the scroll, got up and stepped on the snow, and walked back to the house.
He closed the door and looked into the simple room with a white wall...
Outside the house, the old man waited for a group of servants and walked some distance away from the yard.
After crossing a bridge, the old man suddenly turned around in doubt and looked at a group of servants.
"What are you doing with this old man?"
"Housekeeper, didn't you ask us to come?"
"Why are you here?"
"Look... look at a young master?"
"Master? How can there be a master?"
"We came out of that yard." A maid pointed to the place behind where the snow plums were in full bloom.
The old housekeeper cursed: "Nonsense! The little concubine and the young master who lived there were thrown into the well and died more than ten years ago. The abandoned courtyard where no one goes in, where is the young master?"
A group of servants were stunned for a moment, and then they all felt baffled.
"We don't know either... Could it be that we remembered wrongly?"
The old butler was too lazy to take care of it, "A group of lazy servants, why don't you go to work?"
The servants were aggrieved, but they had no choice but to shake their heads and walk away.
At this time, Zhou Xuxu was in the room.
The crystal mine lights danced, and a black shadow was projected on the wall...
Gradually, behind the shadow, several pairs of black wings seemed to grow, and gradually, the shadow filled the entire wall...
In Zhou Xuxuan's eyes, the black light was beating...
"Everything has just begun..."