Chapter 104: A Solution for Zhu Qingyan: The Wind and Moon Sect?

In the following days, Gu Zhao spent most of his time in the other world, studying array formations together with Zhu Qingyan.

Gu Zhao had originally thought Zhu Qingyan was merely a musical prodigy, and that comprehending the Spirit-Gathering Art was already remarkable; he never expected she would also possess such spiritual aptitude in spell fusion.

Within three or five days, they had already buried eight wooden stakes into the ground surrounding Cuishan Village, crafted a wooden plaque as a remote controller, and used magic power as a guide to activate the spells.

The only thing that could

Having weathered storms and trials, the school gate appeared ancient and unassuming. On the two gray brick pillars, the left side bore the four large characters "Qinbin University," while the right side displayed the five large characters "Serve the People." A statue of Chairman Mao stood at the school's main entrance, glowing brilliantly under the autumn afterglow.

The sacred realm he had pursued throughout his life lay right before his eyes. Besides sorrow, Feng Xuan did not know what feeling filled his heart; perhaps it was a swirl of emotions, with regret and powerlessness cycling and intertwining.

"Wait for the police! Wait for the police to arrive, and this damn madman is doomed!" a fan said viciously, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

Now he finally understood why Qin Feng was so arrogant; it turned out he was from the Qin family, a person he could not afford to offend.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall grew gloomy, and after a long silence, finally, Elder Ping Gong on the side spoke in a heavy voice.

"It's nothing!" Xu Lanxi, her face flushed, was too embarrassed to rebuke Qin Feng, after all, it had been unintentional.

Lai Sanpang wore a high-end suit, holding a large cigar in his hand, looking very imposing; Xia Lanlan wore a professional suit with her hair in a bun, looking like a glamorous white-collar woman. Lai Sanpang said something unknown, and as they walked, he watched Xia Lanlan laughing loudly, snorting like a eunuch pig.

The voice of Tian Dan Old Man was not loud, but upon hearing Tian Dan Old Man's words, Tang Miao's heart suddenly gave a thud.

"Of course it's your fault! If you hadn't stirred it up, would I have gone along with your recklessness?" The Old Heavens stared at the Old Punishment.

Although this craftsman spoke somewhat rashly and his words held a hint of disrespect, Wang Ke bore no grudge whatsoever; on the contrary, he greatly appreciated the craftsman's viewpoint.

The weak receive unequal treatment wherever they go! In this world where the strong are revered, this seems to have become an underlying rule.

Shui Mei was kind, but kindness has its limits; moreover, feelings are not like objects that can be casually given away.

They showed no reaction at all, and even upon seeing Aunt Wei, they did not mention the items sent by Brother-in-law Zhao.

Now, without anyone saying a word, even a dull old woman would know that the fall the Jin family took today was too suspicious; the moment Xie's belly revealed its true form, her thoughts and intentions were self-evident.

Wang Lili and Xu Binbin frowned; if they could, they would really buy this piece of clothing to vent their anger, but the clothes here were truly beyond their means.

It was just that, having found Tian Guang Chu Liang at the Moon-Gazing Tower, and under circumstances where he absolutely had to leave, he came out of the imperial palace empty-handed.

Upon seeing Comrade Li Er in such a state, Wang Gui thought Comrade Li Er was angry because he couldn't find Wang Ke; furthermore, Wang Gui feared Wang Ke had run off somewhere to play. His heart was truly terrified. After returning home and not finding Wang Ke, he had been wandering here, hoping to wait for Wang Ke to return and ask him.

She even suspected Yan Dabao had no concept of money at all; did that sixty yuan exclude labor costs? For instance, did she calculate the shipping fees for Li Yidi driving her to buy and deliver goods?

But while he was happy, Jiang Zhixuan was worried; December twenty-third, today was already November fifteenth. His beloved wife had moved to the capital less than ten days ago, meaning the couple had at most a month or so left to be together. After that, he would have to follow the main army on campaign, rushing to the southwestern battlefield of flashing blades and sword lights.