Chapter 133: Misunderstanding the Deputy

  The relationship between people is mysterious. One second ago, everyone was still strangers who didn't know each other, and the next second they became familiar as if they had lived together for many years.

  Facing the sudden show of goodwill from Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun, Xuan Qi did not lose himself, but was extremely clear-headed instead. This good feeling only stayed on the surface, just like the duckweed floating on the emerald green lake water, a gentle breeze blew by, and in an instant it dispersed, not to be taken seriously at all.

  If you want to be taken seriously by successful people and acknowledged by those born with a silver spoon, you need to demonstrate corresponding strength to gain the respect.

  It felt very uncomfortable to have a thorn in one's back. The sword cultivator not only didn't leave but instead seemed like the sun, emitting his full pressure. Trying to scare out the snake by hitting the grass, forcing the cultivators hiding in the Pan family garden to come out, Lao Ding had already shut his mouth tight, not daring to expose himself.

  Xuan Qi stood amidst the pile of materials, gazing at the rows of shelves. His Spiritual Sense burst forth, and various colors that were completely different from one another entered his eyes. The jadeite, which was originally wrapped in thick stone, appeared before Xuan Qi's eyes in an instant.

  Xuan Qi walked while keeping an eye on the prices above, considering the premium and the investment return ratio. He glanced at the higher-priced jadeite and mentally calculated their value.

  And Zhou Kai, after collecting his thoughts, seemed to raise his head high like a fighting cock, stretching out his whole body with spirit. In his heart, he secretly encouraged himself, even a camel that's starved to death is bigger than a horse, what identity does he have, orthodox and red third generation. What identity does Xuan Qi have, isn't he just a college entrance examination champion, after all, still an insignificant person, why should he be afraid of him?

  As for Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun appreciating Xuan Qi, it should also be just a temporary curiosity. So there is no need to take it to heart, deal with him as you would, think about winning the gamble on the stone, and then slowly collect him afterwards.

  Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun strolled through the courtyard, wealth was just a number to them, they cared more about the quality of play, extracting jade from a stubborn stone was a kind of comfort, and the extracted jade with the highest value was another thrill. They wouldn't intentionally let you win just because they were familiar with you, they preferred to get the greatest victory in a fair environment.

  Lu Zhuoqun picked up a piece of old pit python pattern and flipped through it, saying casually: "This Xuan Qi is really something, I have a younger sister in Beiqing who is also studying computer science, she has always admired Xuan Qi, even said that as long as he can focus on his studies and research, without being influenced by external things, he will be the Bill Gates of China, and may even achieve great success in the field of computer science."

  Sheng Dengfeng's face flashed a hint of weirdness, and he said in a low voice: "Computers may indeed change the world, but for Xuan Qi, or rather, for the entire Xuan family, it's just a trivial matter not worth mentioning. Their family's true..." Sheng Dengfeng trailed off here, suddenly looking distracted, a hint of helpless bitter smile floating on his lips, and he said to Lu Zhuogroup's astonished gaze: "I still can't tell you now."

  Lu Zhuoqun, in his thirties, had experienced many ups and downs. When he heard Sheng Dengfeng say this, he understood that there was a deep mystery behind it. Originally, he had high regard for Xuan Qi's three-point psychological tactics, but at this moment, he had even higher regard for them. In a low voice, he changed direction and asked: "So do you think we three will win this gamble, or will Xuan Qi win?"

  A hint of difficulty flashed in Sheng Dengfeng's eyes, and finally turned into a bitter smile: "I hope he can win"

  Although this sentence is not clear, it reveals a lot of information. Lu Zhuoqun's eyes are full of deep meaning, and Sheng Lao's healthy body is about to celebrate his 90th birthday, which is not accidental. From the expression on Sheng Dengfeng's face when he heard that Xuan Qi came from the Xuan family in Xiangnan, it can be seen that the motivation for playing Go is no longer simple, but has become a test. If Xuan Qi wins, then Xuan Qi is Sheng Dengfeng or the person the Sheng family is looking for.

  In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhuoqun's body suddenly trembled. If the Xuan family was really connected to Old Man Sheng's longevity, then... Lu Zhuoqun didn't dare to think any further. Putting on a pretentious smile, he said to Sheng Dengfeng: "Bring out your courage, add your insight, and the aura of fate, let's give it a try, I still don't believe he will definitely win."

  Ruzhuo's words also stirred up the pride in Sheng Dengfeng's heart. He nodded his head directly at Ruzhuo: "There's no guarantee of losing a bet, no matter where he comes from, I'll give it a try."

  Two people went their separate ways, Sheng Dengfeng's morale was high, only when he gave his all could it be proven whether Xuan Qi was genuine or not.

  Lu Zhuoqun had already quietly switched his phone to silent mode and sent a text message outside. He wanted to figure out what kind of family the Xiangnan Xuans were. Originally, Lu Zhuoqun's clever mind and calm heart had become unsettled at this moment. In the capital city, where the palm-sized land was filled with aristocratic families, three generations of inheritance still followed the fortune of one generation. If one generation could live a long and healthy life, it would be equivalent to giving the entire family an amulet of invincibility. This matter was too important, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

  Inside the Mj翡斋, the old sword's expression changed from calm to anxious, as his true energy was not as endless as the Yangtze River. The Pan family garden was bustling with people coming and going, including foreign tour groups and treasure hunters from all over, making it extremely difficult to rely on spiritual awareness to detect hidden dangers.

  Lao Jianxiu's divine soul was stretched to its limits as he mapped out the surroundings in an attempt to flush out any hidden dangers. However, that cunning fish seemed to be hiding at the bottom of the muddy lake, not moving a muscle. To prevent it from escaping in the chaos, Lao Jianxiu also had to keep an eye on the people leaving the Pan family garden. Back and forth, he was getting tired too.

  Helpless, he had to resort to his ultimate move. His relatively clean teeth bit into the tip of his tongue, and a stream of thick, pungent blood flowed through his mouth. The flying sword that was originally hidden in his brow suddenly shot out from within, and then was splashed with a mouthful of fresh blood.

  "This is the essence of Lao Jianxiu's sect, and spraying it on the flying sword immediately makes the flying sword grow against the wind. It directly grows from the size of a steel needle to three feet and three inches, shining with golden light and emitting a chilling aura that is unparalleled in sharpness. It spins on top of Lao Jianxiu's head like a compass, beginning to search for the person with the strongest divine soul in the entire Pan family garden."

  The flying sword can already behead someone thousands of miles away, now the swordsman wants to cut off their soul and capture their spirit. Like a precision-guided missile, it accurately locates its target, and like a thunderbolt, it strikes with fierce force. The swordsman believes they will definitely be able to flush out the enemy.

  The old tortoise that had been silent all along suddenly let out a sad cry: "It's bad! That sword cultivator in the liquid phase is going to go all out, directly using flying swords to slash and seize souls, attacking the strongest divine soul of the entire Pan family garden"

  "What's going on?" Xuan Qi asked anxiously and helplessly, weakly asking: "Am I the strongest cultivator in the entire Pan family garden?"

  After hearing Xuan Qi's question, Lao Ding was taken aback and replied in a similarly weak voice: "It seems not... In Panjia Garden, there are still several people whose cultivation is higher than yours, some of whom are even great masters in the liquid transformation stage..."

  These words are like a refreshing drink of iced sour plum tea on a sweltering summer day. It's like buying a handful of stones and having someone at the top receive them, or picking up a brick to hit a dog, only for the dog to bare its teeth and attack with all its might. When facing one's own enemies, it's a frenzy of biting. How wonderful it is to see dogs biting each other!

  The two guys were like foxes who had stolen chickens, emitting low laughter, and then sat steadily on the fishing platform, leisurely using their spiritual energy to examine the bait, while the corners of their mouths revealed a sly joy, carefully observing the outside.

  In the core area of Panjiayuan, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, there stands an ancient and elegant teahouse. This is one of the more high-end underground trading points in Panjiayuan, where some cultural relics that cannot be officially traded are exchanged, and then laundered through special means to become antiques with a provenance. The entire teahouse appears to be detached from worldly concerns, but in reality it has a complex relationship with the whole of Panjiayuan. Someone once estimated that the annual turnover of this teahouse accounts for one-tenth of the total turnover of Panjiayuan.

  On the top floor of the teahouse, a man with a face as red as dates and skin as white as jade, his eyes lined with ink, elegant and refined, sat there like a wax figure.

  This is Lei Zongzong's master Lei Zhen. On his face as white as jade, a thread of anger flashed. In the ink-like pupils, two streaks of lightning gleamed: "The old dog of Shu Mountain really dares to deceive people too much. I have endured again and again, but you still dare to use Soul-Slaying and Spirit-Seizing. Do you think I am made of mud?"

  In his rage, Lei Chen no longer concealed his cultivation, and the true energy in his body surged. In an instant, his already tall figure became even more imposing, with lightning flashing on the palms of his hands. The blue lightning trembled repeatedly in his palms. The aura of the Liquid Transformation cultivator spread out, and for a moment, the sky above the Pan family's garden seemed to have two additional suns.

  Unfortunately, mortal eyes can't see it, but Xuan Qi is watching with great interest, and together with Lao Tuo, they carefully analyze who will win this match.

  “Ah, bitter indeed” The sword immortal of Shu Mountain, Ling Xizi's eyebrows and eyes were filled with sorrow, his face was covered in wrinkles. Who would have thought that the bustling Pan Family Garden, a place full of worldly impurities, actually hid such a great white shark? Now it's like an arrow on the string, unable to be held back, and under helpless circumstances, Ling Xizi's pair of long eyebrows suddenly fluttered upwards, the long sword locked on his head immediately shot out towards Lei Zhen with a loud whoosh.

  Lei Zhen's hands burst with thunderfire, two thunder dragons roared away, smashing into the flying sword that was rushing towards him. For a moment, spiritual energy went wild, shocking thunder rolled in, and the eye-covering technique could no longer conceal the scene of this exchange. Amidst the rumbling sounds, a patch of fiery cloud appeared above Pan's courtyard, followed by a gust of wild wind that swept up sand and dust everywhere, blowing wildly without any direction.

  The sky suddenly darkened and the winds howled, whether it was the street vendors or the antique shops, they all suffered heavy losses in this strong gust of wind. Some beautiful women even had their skirts blown up by the strong wind, revealing a flash of spring scenery. There were also some slender women who were blown off balance by the wild wind and stumbled to one side.

  Among masters, one move can determine the outcome. The pure golden three-foot-three flying sword, with its crushing sharp aura, broke through Lei Chen's protective halo and pierced his shoulder. Meanwhile, Lei Chen's two Thunder Dragons exploded on Ling Xizi's body, electrocuting him to a crisp outside and tender inside.

  Both sides understood that continuing to fight would only lead to mutual destruction. There was no deep-seated hatred between them, so it wasn't necessary to risk their lives here. They each used their escape techniques and disappeared without a trace.

  The old man let out a long sigh and shouted loudly: "This is what it means for the black dog to eat meat and the yellow dog to ward off disaster."

  Xuan Qi angrily shouted: "You're the one who's a dog!" After saying that, he became even more depressed. He was an old man who was worse than a dog, just like a big turtle.