He threw the chess piece into the chess box and sat in front of the chessboard without moving. After a while, he raised his head and asked Sang Xiaoman:

"Can you play more games with you?"

"If you don't play, you are so fierce, you are so tired of playing with you!"

She actually wanted to say that it was so tiring to put chess pieces.

Zhou Liang smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Old Zhou, is he doing something wrong with him? Otherwise, how could you lose?"

At this time, Zhou Songlin ran over to Zhou Liang with anger and asked.

Before Zhou Liang could speak, Zhou Songlin rushed to Sang Xiaoman and followed up, grabbed Sang Xiaoman's collar and said, "Tell me, who did you send you to the opposite of my Zhou family? You are not Qiushui's disciple, right? I just asked many people, but Qiushui has no one named Li Xiaoman!"

"You, let go!"

Sang Xiaoman pried away Zhou Songlin's hand vigorously.

But just as she struggled, her hat fell off and her hair fell like a waterfall.

Only then did everyone realize that the young man who just played chess with Zhou Liang and Lord Xiao was actually a beautiful girl! ~

"I just said there was something bad, and I just said there was something bad. Look, come and see, this person is a woman, this little woman! He is not a disciple of Qiu Shui Sect at all, he came to make trouble on purpose. This game doesn't count, it doesn't count!"

After a moment of loss of consciousness, Zhou Songlin suddenly shouted with great excitement. He thought that he had seized the handle of Qiu Shui Sect in this way, which would make this game invalid. He thought that Qiu Shui had someone replace the disciples in the sect to play chess with Mr. Zhou. I have caught the handle now? No wonder I don’t like this little frame!

Surprisingly, the disciples of Qiushui Sect were not moved at all. Who doesn’t know Sang Xiaoman? They looked at Zhou Songlin like a dead person. Zhao Xuanjun wanted to come and pull Sang Xiaoman away, but when he saw Zhou Songlin’s actions, he suddenly kept moving and hugging his arms and watched the show.

Xiao Yicai was already

"Little cousin?"

Sang Xiaoman's face suddenly fell. She was in a good mood, but now she was messed up by the person in front of her and was called a cousin. She immediately became furious and raised her hand and a golden alchemy book filled with complex runes flew out.

"It's a music transmission!"

"The fourth-grade alchemy book is rare!"

Someone has seen the origin of this complex talisman.

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Sang Xiaoman became more and more angry as he heard it, shouting:

"Sang Bulun, you heard it all, just hear it! Listen to how this person scolds your daughter!"

Isn't it messy?

When many people in the room heard this name, they felt a chill in their foreheads.

"Yanzhou Sang family, the head of the family... Sang Bu Lu??"

Xu Qingyuan is worthy of being the most knowledgeable person here. He suddenly remembered the owner of this name, and thought of Zhao Xuanjun who had told him that Li Xiaoman was Qiu Shui's distinguished guest. He suddenly realized: "Sang Xiaoman! The Sang family's youngest daughter is Sang Xiaoman!"

So he also looked at Zhou Songlin with a look of death, thinking, no matter how rich your Zhou family is in Qinglian Immortal Palace, can you compare with the Sang family, which is just a handful of people in Yanzhou?

"Are you the youngest son of the Zhou family?"

An extremely majestic voice came from the notes.

"Don't pretend, you said, did you teach this little **** to play chess?"

Zhou Songlin cursed in extreme anger.

In fact, as soon as the voice was released, Zhou Liang could tell who it was, but he had no time to stop it.

"Zhou Cang, what a coincidence you came! Did you hear it?"

The old man in Chinese clothes appeared at the door almost at the same time as this majestic voice. He almost rolled in through the door, and then knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing:

"I, Zhou Cang, have no choice but to teach my children, and I hope that the old immortal Sang will let my Zhou family go."

While kowtowing, the old man pulled Zhou Songlin to kneel on the ground desperately, and then cursed in a crying voice: "You rebellious son, how dare you be so ruthless? That's the Sang family, the Sang family in Yanzhou, and you still kneel down and kowtow to apologize!"

When Zhou Songlin heard the Sang family in Yanzhou, he felt his mind blank. In the end, there were only two words in his mind:

"It's over."

This chaotic farce took half an hour to end.

The people of the Palace of Changsheng are empty.

Only Mu Ningshuang sat alone on a chair in the center of the hall, breathing a sigh of relief as if he was reborn.

In fact, the real protagonist in a sense this time is Mu Ningshuang, but unfortunately Sang Xiaoman's amazing actions completely "overwhelmed" her limelight.

She felt a sense of liberation after a disaster, but this liberation was soon covered by the haze in her heart.

She was thinking, "How many times can a person survive after a disaster? Just like this time he was plotted against Zhou Songlin, I'm afraid there will be more Zhou Songlin in the future. Will he survive after a disaster?"

She dared not think about it.

In recent years, she has never been able to break through the third grade of the Supreme Man and step into the Spiritual Realm. The Tenth Style of Qiu Shui is pressing on her head like a mountain, making her breathless. She is increasingly wondering whether she will not be able to step into the Spiritual Realm for the rest of her life and cannot comprehend the Tenth Style of Qiu Shui. This may be the reason for her personal talent. She is really not talented, and no matter how hard she works, it is useless. For example, Junior Sister Nangong, who just started this year, formed a elixir fetus within half a year, and her understanding of the Tenth Style of Qiu Shui has been a thousand miles a day, and she is completely not as dull as herself.

"Are I really a vase with a skin as they said?"

She thought with a wry smile.

"Is my destination to exchange appearance for the charity of those men? I am unwilling to give up!"

Her slender fingers clenched her fists.

This time, Zhou Songlin's incident hit her a huge blow. The most important thing is that the elders of Zhuque Pavilion had clearly known Zhou Songlin's purpose for a long time, but they had no intention of ruling for themselves. Instead, they seemed very welcome to Zhou Songlin's attitude.

"Does Master and the others think that I have not made any progress in my cultivation anyway, and marrying Zhou Songlin is the best choice?"

Mu Ningshuang rubbed his hands vigorously.

After a while, I didn't know if she had figured it out or didn't want to think about it anymore. Just as she was about to leave, a piece of talisman paper blew under her feet.

As a tragic act, she picked up the talisman paper and left without much thought and left on her sleeve.

On the other side.

Sang Xiaoman, who was originally holding the blue fish sword box happily, suddenly exclaimed:

"Oh! My music transmission note."

What she was talking about was the sound transmission note that was in the phone call with Li Yunsheng. The grade of this sound transmission note was not high, but because the runes were designed in exquisite form, it could not only transmit the sound through secrets, but also transmit the sound normally, so Sang Xiaoman liked it very much. This time he was not discovered in public, which shows the magic of this sound transmission note.

But when she went back to look for it, the talisman paper was gone.

On the back mountain of Baiyun Temple, Li Yunsheng was staring at the notes of the sound transmission curiously and whispered in confusion:

"The woman who just spoke inside... seems not Sang Xiaoman."
Chapter completed!