Chapter 164: Is There Joy Here

Leaving the meditation hall, he headed straight for the Burning Vermilion Court ahead, where Tong Guan and the others were waiting.

Then he left Grand Xiangguo Temple, got into his carriage, and returned to Wang Fu.

Zhao Ti pondered in the carriage. The monk Lingde's words couldn't be trusted, but it wasn't easy to press him either. The surname was probably real, after all — there was a travel permit, and to become abbot of Grand Xiangguo Temple, the household registration on the permit was verified with extreme strictness. He'd check the surname Jiao later, see whether since the founding of the dynasty any famous figures with that name had appeared in court or the jianghu.

"That's great, that's great! It's really great that Sister Xiaohan is okay!" Lu Jia's cheeks flushed with excitement.

Yan Xi's tone was unhurried, her voice clear and pleasant, and especially when she smiled, her brows and eyes were stunningly beautiful.

How could the shop care whether she was a member? Instead, they had to serve her well and strive to leave a good impression — after all, the evaluation of such a distinguished guest determined whether they could get onto the World Bank organization's cooperation list.

Meanwhile, Feng Chen and the others who had entered the Spider Cave had been digging at the cave entrance for a long time, yet still hadn't dug up the Moonlight Box.

"Smoking is not allowed in the dormitory! Put that cigarette out right now!" The counselor looked at Yu Tong before him and felt blood rushing to the top of his head, his whole skull buzzing.

Ye Wanyi's face was anxious. She looked at Xia Ranran, hesitant to speak. After a long while, she dismissed the servants nearby, took Xia Ranran's hand, and said.

Nangong Delan looked at Gu Qiqi, and now fully understood her intention. Once she understood, she was no longer so nervous and afraid.

Ying took a bottle of medicinal wine from her own bundle, drew clear water from the river to wash his arm clean, then held the medicinal wine in her mouth, and with a "pfft" sprayed it all over the wound.

A voice came from the third-floor private room, and everyone felt as if the sky had collapsed. A hundred million — just whose young master was this?

Grandpa Jiang looked down on the man's family background — the fellow was just a penniless college graduate.

"I just know it!" That remark was simply outrageous, and shameless to boot. But Zhao Zhen didn't press further. If he said so, then so be it. Upon further inquiry, that Zeng Gongliang was currently serving as magistrate of Kuaiji.

For Zhang Rang, his entire backing was Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong. Liu Hong's health was deteriorating day by day, which couldn't help but worry him. Zhang Rang had to leave himself a way out, to cope with the situation after Liu Hong's passing.

You Yiban listened, confused at first, but understood that the person with no gambler's honor referred to himself. He secretly hated — no wonder that wretched girl had deliberately avoided mentioning the wager earlier; she had meant to use him to provoke Ji Li Wujin into showing himself.

Still, with Wu Dawei on their side, the Chinese men's basketball team was certainly a bit more confident than the Angolans from Africa.

There was nothing to be done — Guo Zhuocheng's presence was simply too overwhelming, making the company commander involuntarily shrink a size smaller.

After securing Monica, the casting for this film could be said to be half done. As for the male lead, the teenage and middle-aged versions had equal screen time, with the teenage version being somewhat more important.

Soon another leader came out from the Yellow Turban army formation. This time this leader's martial skill was better than the previous one, and he exchanged blows with Liao Qing for as many as fifty rounds before being defeated. Liao Qing also returned to his own formation.

Guan Shuangyan and the other, too lazy to waste divine light on the beast soldiers, leaped to Di Chongxiao's side and began examining the Crocodile Emperor, temporarily bound by thunder spirit.

If Zhuyin hadn't already experienced such a situation once, giving him the experience to calmly deal with this sudden turn of events, he would likely have been frightened by this attack from both within and without. At that point it really would have been nine deaths one life — or more accurately, ten deaths, no life.

Qiu Bisan laughed out loud, took a cloak from the torn cloth bag on his shoulder, wrapped it around himself, charged forward, crossed three li, and crashed into the Spirit-Binding Ground.

He was told to go east but not west, to go north but not south. Everything he heard and saw was transmitted to him by Wufeng; the so-called firsthand intelligence on his mission targets was also given by Wufeng — he lived forever within the space Wufeng had framed for him, seeing what Wufeng let him see, hearing what Wufeng let him hear.