Young Master Qianmian felt warm in his heart: "Father, Xiao'er has remembered it."
His voice was slightly choked, and he bowed deeply to the master of Zixiao Pavilion, then turned around and strode away with the disciples of Zixiao Pavilion.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion kept watching him until he could no longer see him.
After descending from Zixiao Peak and standing at the foot of the mountain, the Zixiao Pavilion disciples had already prepared the carriage and respectfully asked him to mount.
But Chu Shaoyang raised his head and looked at the towering mountain peak.
The clouds and mist here are misty, and most of Zixiao Peak is submerged in the clouds, so the peak cannot be seen.
Moreover, the entrance is extremely hidden, and it is difficult for people who live nearby to find it. Even if there is such a mountain peak, it is impossible to climb to the peak without advanced martial arts due to the steepness of the mountain.
He now finally knew the reason why Zixiao Pavilion had stood for so many years. Everyone in the world was angry about it and hated it but could do nothing about it.
This is the base camp of Zixiao Pavilion, and it is the basis for Zixiao Pavilion’s owner’s operation for many years.
When I went in, I was determined to die, and I had no intention of surviving.
But who would have thought that not only would he survive to reach Zixiao Peak, but he would also transform into the Young Pavilion Master of Zixiao Pavilion.
In addition, the master of Zixiao Pavilion also gave him an unexpected big gift, a generous gift, and a heavy gift!
This gift was so big that he couldn't bear it.
Until this moment, he still felt like he was in a dream.
"Young Pavilion Master, please get on the carriage."
A cold and indifferent voice sounded.
Chu Shaoyang turned around and saw the Thousand-faced Master standing behind him, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows, but his face was expressionless.
"I remember they all called you Young Master. You don't have to be so polite when talking to me, the Young Master."
Chu Shaoyang raised the corners of his lips and said sarcastically.
His voice was neither loud nor quiet, enough for all the Zixiao Pavilion disciples present to hear.
These words hit the Thousand-faced Young Master like a whip on his face.
It's so embarrassing.
But Chu Shaoyang did it on purpose. He just wanted to embarrass the Thousand-faced Young Master and humiliate him in front of everyone.
As soon as he saw the face of Master Qianmian, he felt a fire in his heart.
If he could, he really wanted to ruin this face.
What kind of man is a man who is more beautiful than a woman and looks more feminine than most women when he dresses like a woman
How could such a neither-male nor female person have the right to like what Chu Shaoyang likes
Is he worthy
Young Master Qianmian didn't seem to hear his words at all, his face was still as indifferent as he bowed and said: "Master, please get on the carriage."
This bit of sarcasm is nothing, he doesn't mind it a long time ago.
But Chu Shaoyang refused to let him go easily.
"The carriage is too high."
Chu Shaoyang did not get in the car, but said lightly.
How high is the carriage
The disciples of Zixiao Pavilion were all stunned.
They are all martial arts practitioners. Let alone one carriage, even three carriages stacked on top of each other can jump up in one go with their lightness.
Among the people present was also the disciple who was responsible for guiding Chu Shaoyang to the peak yesterday. He had seen Chu Shaoyang's Qinggong with his own eyes, which was more than one and a half times better than his own. What's more, he was personally selected by the pavilion master. Heir, this martial arts is definitely not inferior.
As long as he jumped on the carriage, how could he feel that the carriage was too high
Everyone was puzzled.
The Thousand-faced Young Master smiled sarcastically, leaned down and touched his head to the ground.
"Master, please get in the car."