The sudden situation stunned everyone.
Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing each greeted their families, and then followed the leading man in black into the car, along with the driver of the limousine.
In the car, the man in black sat in the driver's seat, Tan Jia's driver sat in the co-pilot, and Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing sat in the back row. The scene was once very funny.
Tanjia's driver put his arm casually on the window, glanced at the street outside the window, then at the man in black, and said casually, "Can you drive? Or I will drive?"
The man in black gripped the steering wheel tightly, and had the illusion that he was in a driving school, and hurriedly said: "It will drive, it will drive..."
How dare he let this person take over the steering wheel, he doesn't know where he will drive, and now he is afraid of encountering a fight while driving.
Two high school students in school uniforms were sitting in the back. Chu Qianli turned to look at the huge convoy behind, and exclaimed, "Do you do this every day at school? I didn't notice it before!"
Tan Muxing responded with difficulty: "... yes, Uncle Qi used to send off his sister, but now he is picking me up."
Uncle Qi is the driver of the limousine and is now the co-pilot sitting in the car.
The "sister" mentioned by Tan Muxing is his uncle's daughter, and should be regarded as his cousin.
Chu Qianli: "Is this the happiness of the rich? Then you go to school so much fun?"
Tan Muxing blushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "No, no, actually, my sister wanted to reject grandma when she was in junior high school. She felt so ashamed and like an upstart, and even quarreled with grandma, saying who would kidnap children in the capital, That's all brainless..."
Man in black:"… "
"She also said that going up and down in this way made her have no friends at school, and so many car exhausts were not environmentally friendly. Anyway, grandma was not allowed to do this. The two of them were very unhappy at the time..."
Chu Qianli asked: "Then my sister declined because of environmental protection, and Uncle Qi came to see you off?"
Tan Muxing shook her head: "No, then grandma paid for an ecological public welfare forest project, saying that this would offset the exhaust gas from the family's car exhaust. After my sister went abroad to study, Uncle Qi came to pick me up."
Chu Qianli: "?"
Tan Muxing bowed her head in distress: "My sister was arguing with grandma about this in middle school, but there was no result in the end, so I will stop arguing."
Talking about Mu Xing's personality is not as strong as his cousin's, and how could he do things that his cousin didn't do
Uncle Qi was sitting in the co-pilot, he glanced at the man in black, and said casually: "You can call the old lady later, she knows that this matter will probably be fun all night."
Tan Muxing complained: "...and then make a video for my sister to show off?"
Outside the villa in the suburbs of Beijing, everyone was waiting for news inside. When they saw the vehicles outside, they hurriedly turned around and reported: "Master Wan, someone is here!"
Wan Ke Tan waited for a long time, he nodded slightly, waiting for Chu Qianli to show up.
The others stood by the railing, with strange expressions on their faces, and said, "Oh? No, why are there so many cars?"
"Did you call so many people?"
"It's like the police in the movie."
Five or six unfamiliar cars surrounded the entrance of the villa, but none of the people who got out of the cars were men in black.
The security guards in the villa area chased the convoy over. He was quite dissatisfied, but suppressed his temper, and said loudly: "Our community has regulations, and there is a limit on the number of cars that each family can enter. If you use the convoy for your wedding, you must report it in advance. of!"
"You have blocked the road, what should other owners do?"
Uncle Qi got out of the car. Facing the angry security guards, he patted the man in black on the shoulder. The old god said, "Tell him, I don't know you well, so I don't want to come."
The man in black hurriedly communicated with the security: "I'll come, I'll see how to make arrangements..."
Uncle Qi and the others were unwilling to drive the car into the underground parking garage, and insisted on squatting two children at the entrance of the villa, making the scene chaotic.
This meeting was supposed to be a turbulent meeting, but now it is full of noise.
Wan Ketan stood on the third floor of the villa. Looking at the noisy situation downstairs, he frowned and said: "The one named Xu is not as big as her wrist!"
Wan Ketan has seen many celebrities and rich people, but he has never seen such a tyrannical peer. They are basically pretending to be masters. How can they set up a motorcade to block the door? Isn't this the way of the world
Downstairs, Chu Qianli also felt that extravagance and waste were wrong, but no one could refuse the vanity of the world. Occasionally, if you put on a big show, you can understand the arrogance of your peers. If you are praised like this every day, it is easy for anyone to change.
Someone stood at the entrance of the villa and led Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing in. Uncle Qi was worried and asked someone to follow.
The interior of the house is classically and grandly furnished with oriental wooden furniture. There are also various Feng Shui utensils displayed in the corners. For some reason, it always makes people feel gloomy.
As soon as Tan Muxing entered the house, he felt the surroundings quiet down, as if he had come to a silent temple or Taoist temple, which made people afraid to vent their atmosphere. He frowned slightly, repelled subconsciously, and followed Chu Qianli step by step.
When everyone reached the second floor, the guide suddenly stopped and said, "Master Chu, further up is the place where Master Wan is practicing. Don't let the idlers follow."
Before Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing could speak, Uncle Qi interrupted forcefully: "Then you might as well let him go downstairs to talk, so that he won't disturb his Qingxiu."
The man said angrily: "How do you talk? Do you understand the rules!?"
"The Daoist Xu Gan of the Qianmen can go down the mountain, why can't you Master Wan go down the stairs? You are really fooling us laymen!"
"... Do you still know Mr. Sudao?"
Chu Qianli made up his sword at the side: "No, Daoist Xu still lives on the mountain where his ancestors lived."
The Tan family has dealt with the Taoist priests of Ganshan all the year round, and they may be the group of people who do not believe in the master.
After all, Ganshan Taoist Temple is well-known all over the country, and they thought that there were not so many things about being a Taoist priest, so why did the masters from other places dare to make a fool of themselves
The passers-by could not quarrel with Uncle Qi, so he went upstairs aggrievedly and reported the news to Wan Ketan.
Tan Muxing stood on the second floor. He looked around the unfamiliar environment and asked worriedly, "What does Master Wan want to talk to you about?"
Chu Qianli was staring blankly at the candles in the corner, and there were many golden lamps on the small table next to them, all of which were flickering bright lamps, emitting a warm yellow shimmer in the dimness, and it happened to be seven. Complicated talismans are posted around, and strange formations are drawn, which looks like a sacrificial altar.
"Ah..." Chu Qianli came back to her senses after hearing the words, and replied, "I can roughly guess, but maybe he will be disappointed."
At this time, the guide walked down the stairs. With a calm expression, he said, "Master Chu, Master Wan said that if you are afraid, you can do the math now and see if there is anyone lying in ambush on the third floor."
"It's really a way of traveling together." Chu Qianli sighed, she looked back at Tan Muxing, and said, "Then let's go up and let Uncle Qi and the others sit for a while."
"Idlers can't go upstairs."
"He's not an idler." Chu Qianli muttered, "Besides, the homework is so heavy that I can't carry it on my own. Please understand the seniors."
Guide: "..."
Chu Qianli plausibly said: "He can rely on his old man to sell his old man and not go downstairs. I am a flower bone of the motherland, so why not ask someone to carry me?"
Guide: "...then you all come up."
Uncle Qi watched the two children go upstairs, and said, "It's okay to shout if you have something to do, we'll go straight up."
Tan Muxing hurriedly said: "No, no, Uncle Qi, you are not in the army anymore, so you can't rush around like that..."
Tan Muxing used the excuse of helping Chu Qianli carry her schoolbag, and followed her to the third floor, where the guide informed her again.
Chu Qianli squatted down, she took out something from the bag, stuffed it into Tan Muxing's arms, and put the schoolbag back on her shoulders again.
Tan Muxing looked down at the object in his arms, and said blankly: "This..."
Before Tan Muxing had time to ask, the guide came out of the house, making him subconsciously hide the things in his arms.
The guide said in a deep voice, "Master Chu, please come in."
Chu Qianli followed the other party into the room, still babbling: "Three minutes of conversation, two hours of ostentation, it's really like making a movie."
Tan Muxing stood silently outside the house and waited, and soon the guide closed the door and came out.
The rooms on the third floor have a square layout and excellent lighting, completely different from the dark second floor. All kinds of calligraphy and paintings are pasted on the walls, and there are strong Taoist calligraphy in the middle, which is really a place for Qingming.
The air is filled with the aroma of tea, mixed with the smell of sandalwood.
At the table, a wrinkled old man is making tea, and a small incense burner is displayed not far away, and the light-colored smoke is ethereal.
Wan Ketan raised his head and looked at Chu Qianli.
In an instant, Chu Qianli realized that both sides were making hexagrams at the same time, and they raced against time to deduce them in their hearts.
Birds flapping their wings outside the window, sandalwood clouds in the house, and tea in the cup fluctuating. Everything moves, everything does not move, and everything can become a hexagram.
This moment pierces through time and space, it seems to be as short as a fire, but it is extremely long.
Chu Qianli set off first, she unloaded her schoolbag casually, and sat down at the tea table carelessly.
Wan Ketan had a complicated expression: "Chu Yizhen really let you come here?"
Chu Qianli said calmly: "Grandpa is useless to worry, he can't crawl out of the coffin, at most he will give you dreams at night."
Wan Ketan was startled: "Is he dead?"
"Yeah, didn't you count it just now?" Chu Qianli smiled suddenly, "Oh, then I know your level, and people who haven't seen each other for many years will be counted vaguely, right?"
"Hmph, it's just that he played too many tricks, I thought it was another fake death." Wan Ketan's eyes turned cold, and he sneered, "I don't know if he is dead or not, but you are almost dead, little girl."
Wan Ketan was disappointed when he saw Chu Qianli, when the other party came over in a grand manner, it looked like an early death from a close look. He was not sure if Chu Yizheng was alive at first, but now seeing her face, he was convinced that she should really be gone.
Wan Ketan wanted to frighten Chu Qianli, but he was unmoved when he thought of her, and he stabbed back lightly.
Chu Qianli calmly said, "It's okay, don't worry, I didn't die earlier than you, and I can burn paper for you in time, old man, don't make fun of anyone, why bother!"
Wan Ketan was furious: "You..."
"I don't want to drink this, can I order a cup of milk tea?" Chu Qianli looked at the Mingqian tea on the table, saw the other party blowing his beard and staring, and muttered, "Okay, don't be stingy, please have a cup of milk tea now, I will give it to you next year." You visit the grave, I will take what you like, come and go."
Wan Ketan: "!!?"