Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 89

[The eighty-ninth chapter stands proudly in the nine heavens, bows down and worships the ten heavens]

You have identified the wrong person yourself, and you are flattering and not being right. At this time, you feel ashamed?

Shen Zhenyi sneered in her heart and was too lazy to pay attention to him, so Shi Shiran moved forward and led Chu Huoluo and Princess Long out. The elder was standing beside him with a gloomy expression on his face – he knew that since he was riding in this iron-walled car, his identity was not simple. But other than the young master of the Twelve Swords Tower, who deserves to be welcomed here in person?

Thinking that the low-pitched performance just now was seen by this young man, the elder was full of anger.

After Shen Zhenyi and several others got off the iron wall car, Shen Yizhou finally got down, saw the white-bearded elder, and greeted him with a smile: “Elder Hu, it is hard for you to come and welcome. Third Young Master, let me introduce, this is the The elder of Biyuxiao in Jiuzhongxiao, Hu Jingu. This is the third son of Shen Zhenyi and Shen from Abandoned Sword Villa in Feilan Prefecture.”

There are nine elders in Jiuzhongxiao, Biyuxiao ranks second, and Elder Hu’s identity can be ranked in the top three in Jiuzhongxiao. He has also heard about Shen Zhenyi’s name in the past two days, but where he takes it to heart, he only feels more unlucky.

He said indifferently. Then he turned his head and only talked to Shen Yizhou.

Chu Huoluo and the others were a little resentful, but Shen Zhenyi didn’t care and smiled.

Then someone came to arrange a guest room for them. Shen Yizhou was the young master of the Twelve Swords Building, and Jiu Zhongxiao was afraid that he was not diligent enough, so he arranged a Jingshe villa on the top of the mountain for him.

Shen Yizhou repeatedly pushed back, saying that he didn’t have to be so extravagant to come alone, but Elder Hu would not agree and stubbornly sent him away.

“Third Young Master, then I’ll go to rest for a while, and see you at the dinner later.”

Shen Yizhou politely said goodbye to Shen Zhenyi, and Shen Zhenyi nodded, indicating that he understood.

The rooms arranged for Shen Zhenyi and the others were far from satisfactory, although Elder Hu left after Shen Yizhou left. But the grievances against Shen Zhenyi were still evident. The deacon who was in charge of arranging the room would look at people’s faces, and immediately arranged a west wing for Shen Zhenyi and the others, sharing a small courtyard with a businessman from the north.

An Defu couldn’t sit still and argued: “This deacon, it would be fine if Lao An arranged for me to live in a wing like this. Young Master Shen is here, you should at least give me a separate house!”

I don’t ask for the high-level reception of the young master of the Twelve Swords Building, but the basic conditions must always be met.

The dignified fifth-level martial arts master in the real world actually lives with others, what kind of formality is this?

The deacon rolled his eyes and shoved the account book of the recording room under their noses, “There are too many people coming to this fair, and there are not enough rooms, not to mention your third son Shen, but also many of the lords of Zhengzhou. I also want to live with others. Why are you special? There is only one room left, if you don’t live, please go down the mountain, wait in the canyon for a while, and come back when you have a room!”

“No reason!”

Chu Huoluo was furious, patted the table and said, “You guys look down on people, how can my master be bullied by you villains? Master, we can’t live anymore, let’s go now!”

Shen Zhenyi seemed to be out of the situation all the time, he didn’t care about the bad words and deeds of these people at all.

Hearing the deacon’s words, he just smiled faintly, stretched out his finger, and randomly drew a monogram on the ledger in front of him.

“You, take this to someone who can take care of it, and come back and decide on the room.”

Shen Zhenyi spoke softly, but there was an irresistible pressure in her tone.

The deacon’s neck froze, feeling a tightness in his chest, and unconsciously obeyed Shen Zhenyi’s order. He took the monogram on the account book, like a treasure, and sent it to the elder Fang who was in charge of the guest room.

When Elder Fang saw the flower, he was shocked and said, “You wait here, I will show the sect master.”

The deacon was so frightened that he was sweating. Could it be that the third son of Shen has something special that even Elder Fang couldn’t decide?

After a while, Elder Fang hurried back and glanced at him in disgust, “After this person is an old friend of Jiu Zhongxiao, you arrange to give him the quiet room in the sea of clouds. Besides, you have no eyes and offend these people. , After doing this, go to the outer door to receive the punishment and be a handyman for three years!”

This sentence lowered the deacon to seventeen or eighteen levels, and the deacon only felt that there was a golden star in front of him, and he felt remorse.

But what made him feel strange the most was the fact that he had arranged the quiet room in the sea of clouds where no one had ever lived!

What is the origin of this Third Young Master Shen?

The deacon was in a trance, handed over the keys to Shen Zhenyi, and went to work as a handyman in a daze, not knowing whether to live or die.

But he said that after Elder Fang arranged this matter, he would go to the inner hall of Jiuzhongxiao again to see the defeat of the sect master Shangguan again.

There is a word in Shangguan Bai’s name, but his appearance is not decayed at all. He looks like a person in his forties, with some gray hair on his temples, but it only makes him more gentle and elegant. If it weren’t for a round face that highlights obesity, it can be called a beautiful man.

At this time, his expression changed and he was still rubbing the monogram on the cover of the account book in his hand.

“Sect Master, the Cloud Sea Quiet Room has been arranged.”

Elder Fang whispered.

Shangguan defeated nodded, “Shen third son’s fame is not without reason. If he has something to do with that person, then he is qualified to live in this quiet room of the sea of clouds. It’s just…”

He frowned deeply, and the fat on his fat face trembled, looking very sad, “… At this juncture, don’t you think it’s a bit too coincidental that the Ten Heaven Order suddenly reappears?”

Above the Jiuzhong Xiao, there are still ten Xiaos.

Shixiao has the grace to save Jiuzhongxiao’s life, and also has the right to take life and death.

Of course, this was five hundred years ago.

After five hundred years, all kindness and power should all vanish. Especially when Jiu Zhongxiao was planning a big event, he shouldn’t jump out.

But Shangguan Bai was still afraid of this kind of power.

This is the legacy of Sect Master Jiuzhongxiao from generation to generation, “Stand proudly in Jiuzhongxiao, bow your head and worship Shixiao.”

Shixiao helped Jiuzhongxiao fly to the blue sky, and of course he could destroy Jiuzhongxiao at will.

This Third Young Master Shen… is he the descendant of Shi Xiao? Shangguan Bai was silent for a long time, thinking about the ten Xiao Ling, almost staying up all night.