Chapter 27: A tall building rises from the ground, and glory depends on oneself
Turtle said slowly: [Although there are not many masters in this village, and some bandits have not even entered the stage of cultivation, but the leader is in the middle stage of Yuanying, and he can crush you to death in one go. ]
Song Zhexia closed his eyes solemnly, "Now that things have come to this, it seems that I can only open the life-saving magic weapon left by the original owner's great father."
The turtle also came over and curiously poked its head out, "Come on, let me open my eyes too."
Song Zhexia glanced at Ye Ye who had fainted beside him, and nervously opened the brocade box in the space bag.
Soon, a beam of silver-white light rose from the edge of the brocade box, and gradually formed clear words in the air:
——"Don't be afraid, my dear daughter. Kneel down in front of Rune and call for your good father."
Song Zhexia sniffed with emotion, and immediately started to do as he was told, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.
What a touching fatherly love!
This is simply a timely help!
After calling out a few times, the original line of words gradually began to fade away, and a new line of outlines emerged:
——"Okay, stop looking. My father doesn't have any magic weapons or anything."
——"Being a father means letting you know that there are some things that are useless even if you call me daddy."
——"A tall building rises from the ground, but glory depends on yourself!"
Song Zhexia: “…”
Damn it! ! !
What about the relationship between father and daughter, and the love between family members?
Do you know how much trauma this caused to my young heart? !
Seeing this, Guigui couldn't help but grin. Just as he was about to laugh, he caught a glimpse of the murderous look that flashed across Song Zhexia's eyes.
It controlled its smile, slowly closed its mouth, and muttered: [This is too much, how could I deceive your feelings! ]
Song Zhexia sat on the ground with a resentful look on her face and thought for a while. Before she could think of any other solution, the door of the cell suddenly opened.
She quickly leaned against the wall behind her and pricked up her ears, pretending to be dead.
Not long after, several drunken men came over, reeking of alcohol. "Hey, why did the boss kidnap these two? The disciples of Qianqiu Pavilion are poor and deadbeats, so they probably can't afford to redeem them, right?"
"You don't understand. What our boss needs urgently is a perfect heart. As long as we can sell the heart, why would we worry about not getting money?"
Another person said, "So, these two people are really miserable. If their hearts are cut out, they will become useless!"
The man next to him was holding a bottle of wine, his face flushed with laughter, "Who cares? This young lady from Qianqiu Pavilion is young and beautiful. Let us have some fun first!"
Hearing what he said, the others all showed obscene smiles, "You're right, we brothers have never touched a woman before, we are so lucky now!"
"Hey, we can play and joke as much as we want, but don't damage our loyalty, otherwise the boss will get angry and will definitely take our lives!" someone said worriedly.
"Don't worry, we all know our limits!"
As they talked, they rubbed their hands and walked towards the door. Seeing Song Zhexia with her eyes closed, they couldn't help but reveal an intoxicated look on their faces and stretched out their hands to her.
Just as he was about to touch the girl's fair face, the latter suddenly dodged flexibly and threw the turtle beside her on his face with her backhand!
The turtle was totally unprepared and started swearing and foaming at the mouth the moment his body flew out.
Peat!
Why are you taking it out on me if you’re in a bad mood?
Seeing this, several big men around were stunned for a moment. Before they could say anything, Song Zhexia kicked them one by one and started running out quickly, dragging Ye Ye and Guigui.
Outside the house, under the dim moonlight, Song Zhexia was stopped by a group of bandits just as he rushed out the door. "How dare you come here and still want to run away?"
The sturdy man in the lead was shirtless, carrying a large knife on his shoulder. He said arrogantly: "Give up struggling, our leader is working with the leader of Luoyun Sect, he is very powerful!"
"Luoyun Sect?" Song Zhexia's face was calm, he raised his chin and said, "Take me to see your boss, I have something to say to him."
Everyone looked at each other and was about to laugh when they heard the girl's faint voice, "Otherwise I will crush my loyalty right now, and when your boss blames us, we will all go together."
"..."
...
It was already midnight, and the only ornately decorated side hall in the village was still lit with orange candles.
In the center of the hall, a long-haired man dressed elegantly with rings on his fingers was half-lying on a chair with a woman sitting in his arms.
The woman was about to feed him grapes when several minions suddenly walked in from outside the door. One of them pushed Song Zhexia out, knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Chief, it's her!"
Hearing this, the man straightened up from his chair, squinted his eyes and looked over, and said, "I heard you wanted to see me?"
"Correct."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Song Zhexia walked forward by himself, as if he was back home, chose a seat to sit down, and put a grape into his mouth.
The expressions of several people changed slightly, and they were all stopped by the man.
The woman in his arms turned pale, snatched the plate of grapes and fed the man more.
Song Zhexia ate a few bites casually, propped up his chin with one hand and said, "I heard that you are cooperating with Luoyun Sect. May I ask, sir, what benefits can cooperating with them bring to you?"
"If you want to cooperate, why don't you come to Qianqiu Pavilion? We can all share the benefits."
"Ah."
Upon hearing this, the man's expression finally showed a crack, "Looking at the entire cultivation world, who the hell doesn't know that all the people in Qianqiu Pavilion are deadbeats!"
"Not only does that bastard, the Sect Master, owe me a thousand taels of spiritual stones, but your sect's elders also often come here to dig up our graves!"
He slammed the table and shouted, "I told him that our graves have been dug up, but he didn't believe me and insisted on digging it himself to see for himself!"
Song Zhexia clasped his hands together and said calmly, "If that's the case, why didn't you come to cause trouble for our Qianqiu Pavilion?"
The leader fell silent for a moment, looking at her with an expression that showed he had something to complain about.
Is that even a question?
Those elders keep talking about blackmail. Not only can they not win the argument, they can't win the fight either. After getting beaten up, they will be extorted for harassment. Who the hell dares to provoke them?
Noticing his expression, Song Zhexia quickly said, "Of course, being a deadbeat requires qualifications. We are all top-notch masters in our sect!"
"As the saying goes, if you can't beat them, then join them. Let's create a beautiful and harmonious home together. We don't have to worry about the elders digging up our graves in the middle of the night anymore!"
At the same time, the girl in the man's arms laughed and said sarcastically, "If you are an expert, how come you were caught by us?"
Before Song Zhexia could answer, Ye Ye, who was also brought up, suddenly opened his eyes, observed the surrounding environment, and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
Song Zhexia looked at him and said solemnly, "My good brother, you woke up early."
The play isn't over yet.
Ye Ye:?
He wanted to say something, but Song Zhexia hit him on the back of the neck with his backhand, causing him to fall asleep again.
The others looked on in amazement.
No way, you from Qianqiu Pavilion actually beat up your own people!
After dealing with his own people, Song Zhexia returned to his seat, snapped his fingers and said, "That's a good question."