1407: C1407 Zhen Shijie was in despair

C1407 Zhen Shijie was in despair

Zhen Shijie is in despair

It exploded!

The entire Nebula Pavilion had exploded!

There were about three thousand practitioners inside Nebula Pavilion. Now, a few hundred people rushed out at once, causing a great commotion.

The other cultivators who didn't know what was going on were all frightened to death. One by one, they all stood up and swore while waving their fists, "What are you doing? Why are you making such a big commotion and sparing this young master's interest? Do you believe I won't kill you?"

However, no one paid any attention to them.

All the cultivators who were attracted by the storytelling books frantically rushed towards the Drunk Dream Pavilion, afraid that if they were too slow, they would miss the most exciting part.

In their minds, the words "do not look down on poor youths" were still resounding!

What kind of ambition did he have to be able to say such words?

No, I must get there immediately!

I must hear the rest of the story immediately!

Some of the cultivators were puzzled. They rushed forward to grab a person and asked, "Where are you guys going with such a big battle formation?"

"Drunk Dream Pavilion!"

That person didn't even turn his head around. After throwing down those three words, he left.

The other cultivators could not make heads or tails of what had just happened and only felt that this matter was extremely strange.

Everyone had a good time together. Why did so many people suddenly leave?

After contemplating for a moment, some cultivators who were more curious decided to follow along and take a look.

After all, the Drunk Dream Pavilion had really brought about too many miracles. It might even be possible that some new cuisine department had been released.

Just like this, one Song Bo caused the surrounding three to four hundred people to move.

And these three or four hundred people had brought along another seven or eight hundred people.

In just a few breaths' time, more than a thousand people had run out of Nebula Pavilion in a grandiose manner.

All the stewards of Nebula Pavilion had been flabbergasted.

What was going on?

They quickly pulled one of them over and asked, "Brother, what are you dissatisfied with us? If you are dissatisfied, you can mention it. You have to give your opinion before we can change it! Don't you think so? "

The managers of Nebula Pavilion from before all had their noses to the sky and were extremely arrogant.

But now, all of their faces were as red as a bitter melon as they tried to urge him to stay with them with all kinds of words.

"Don't pull me, I'm going to f * cking listen to the story! I want to go to Drunk Dream Pavilion to listen to stories! "

Seeing that he was being held back, the cultivator's face flushed red. He quickly shook off the manager and disappeared into the distance.

"Listen to the story, go to Drunk Dream Pavilion and listen to the story!"

"Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo. Don't look down on poor youths!"

"The river flows east and west for thirty years! This is too great! "

"Nalan Yanran, you are the daughter of a faction!"

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Similar sounds continuously sounded in the crowd.

This group of cultivators were obviously very excited. Their faces were red and their blood was boiling.

"What young man is poor? What nonsense is that? Who is Nalan Yanran?"

The stewards were all stunned on the spot, unable to make heads or tails of the situation.

However, one day, it was clear that these cultivators were rushing to the Drunk Dream Pavilion.

Zhen Shijie was in the cabinet, tasting fine wine.

Every bite was like a spicy liquid in his throat.

"Awesome!" "Awesome!"

Zhen Shijie closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the show.

Was this the feeling of a scheme to suppress his opponent?

Too comfortable.

Opposite Zhen Shijie sat a young man dressed like a scholar. If that was not Duan Zehua, then who else could it be?

Duan Zehua's expression also became a bit less gloomy, obviously showing that he was in a good mood, "Brother Shijie, you played a good hand! At the same time you are suppressing Drunk Dream Pavilion, you are also giving me, your brother, some resentment! "

As he spoke up to this point, his eyes couldn't help but be filled with killing intent.

Chu Yun!

It's all Chu Yun's fault!

If not for Chu Yun, how could he have fallen into such a state?

Originally, he could have successfully married Zhen Wei and entered the Zhen Family, rising up with a heaven-defying momentum!

But now it was all gone.

How vicious!

If you are given the chance, you must tear Chu Yun into a thousand pieces!

To relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Brother Duan, look. With my scheme, the Drunk Dream Pavilion will definitely not last half a month! At that time, our Nebula Pavilion and Drunk Dream Pavilion will show five or five moves. As long as we delay this period, once Sister Zhang has researched their food, we will immediately seize the opportunity and give chase! "

Zhen Shijie closed his eyes, intoxicated with himself.

He even began to imagine how his Eldest Young Madam would praise him.

This was a huge achievement!

Duan Zehua was in a good mood, and as he rejoiced, he raised his wine cup again: "Come, Brother Shijie, drink!"

Zhen Shijie smiled modestly and raised his cup to meet Duan Zehua's.

Originally, with Duan Zehua's status, he wouldn't even be considered a threat to Zhen Shijie. However, after Duan Zehua's failure and being forced to export to the Drunk Dream Pavilion, his position in the Zhen Family had subtly changed, and he was no longer taken seriously.

Duan Zehua's heart was filled with hatred, but he had no other choice.

Although he was a Heaven's Pride, he had no clan or power behind him, and was a part of the Zhen Family.

If he was unable to stabilize his position in the Zhen Family, he would be done for.

Therefore, Duan Zehua started to rope Zhen Shijie in, intentionally or unintentionally, in order to build a good relationship with him.

In the past, with his cold and aloof personality, he would have disdained doing so.

Chu Yun, it's all your fault!

Suddenly, Zhen Shijie heard a commotion from outside and could not help but frown as he shouted, "Why is there such a hubbub? Could it be that someone is causing trouble at my Nebula Pavilion?"

He instinctively thought that this was the Drunk Dream Pavilion doing something.

He saw that he couldn't compete, so he sent people over to make trouble.

This was also normal, and it was enough to show how flustered he was right now.

Duan Zehua stood up, his eyes cold. "Brother Shijie, let's go out and take a look!"

As the two of them walked out of the cabinet, they immediately noticed the chaos outside. Many cultivators rushed outside with excited expressions.

There were also some who followed him out in confusion.

Only a few hundred stupefied geisha were left behind, looking left and right, not knowing what had happened at all.

"What's going on!?" "What's going on!?"

Seeing this sight, Zhen Shijie panicked.

It wasn't easy for him to attract so many cultivators to have fun inside Nebula Pavilion. His original plan was to spend a full three days here, but he didn't expect that chaos would break out in just two hours.

"Reporting to Young Noble, these people are all saying 'Nalan Yanran' or 'don't look down on poor youths', then they just charged out. We don't know what happened either, we only heard that they want to go to Drunk Dream Pavilion."

A few stewards came forward, their faces full of innocence.

They wanted to explain that what happened now had nothing to do with them.

"Drunk Dream Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this name, Zhen Shijie's vision darkened and he took in a few deep breaths before recovering. "Why are we going to the Drunk Dream Pavilion? Did they say why they are going there?"

At the end of his words, there was a hint of anger in his voice.

The stewards were dumbfounded, "We don't know either. We only heard that they seem to be going to hear about books!"

"A book?"

Duan Zehua and Zhen Shijie looked at each other and both felt that something was amiss.

A few days ago, when Nebula Pavilion was spreading their news unrestrainedly, Drunk Dream Pavilion had also made a strategy to deal with it in a low-key manner.

That day, they said, they would tell a story, a story that was absolutely hot-blooded.

However, no one cared.

Zhen Shijie never cared about it at all. He thought that Chu Yun was confused, to think that he would actually make such a mistake.

However, from the looks of it now, the matter was not as simple as it seemed.

Seeing that many cultivators were curiously following them towards Drunk Dream Pavilion, Zhen Shijie was so angry that his entire body was trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Brother Jie, there must be something going on, why don't you and I go to Drunk Dream Pavilion to investigate!"

Duan Zehua was still relatively calm as he stood up and said.

"Alright, let's go!"

Zhen Shijie took a deep breath and said, "Tell the rest of the cultivators that everything is free today, as long as they remain here!" As long as they are willing to stay here, all their spending will be mine, Zhen Shijie! "

After saying this, he could no longer hold it in. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Yes!" "Yes!"

Those stewards were all terrified.

In order to prepare for this event, Zhen Shijie had paid a huge price.

He had originally hoped that he could recoup some of the cost money, but who would have thought that he would encounter such an unforeseen event?

There was no other way. Zhen Shijie could only make up his mind to stop them no matter what!

In the entire Tai Cang World, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him. If she lost just like that, then her future in the Zhen Family would be ruined!

If he won this battle, then maybe even it would be fine.

At the very least, it meant that he had some skills.

But if he lost, he would be done for!

She would never give him a second chance!

Zhen Shijie's eyes turned red. No matter what, he had to stabilize these cultivators and not let them leave!

Cultivators continued to enter the Drunk Dream Pavilion.

They sat in their chairs, calming their excitement.

Song Bo was among them. After he walked in, his gaze swept across the crowd and quickly found his second brother, Song Ying.

"Second Brother, thank you Madam! If it wasn't for you, I would have missed out on such a wonderful story! "

Song Bo was so touched that his eyes turned red.

However, Song Ying didn't even pay attention to him. She was completely focused on listening to the story.

Everyone in the hall was listening intently to the story as if they were possessed by a story.

Cultivators continued to enter from the outside.

In next to no time, there were over a thousand people.

In other words, the number of cultivators Nebula Pavilion managed to recruit with great difficulty was now more than a third!

In addition, the number of people was constantly increasing.2

Drunk Dream Pavilion was not prepared for anything, he just turned off the lights and let Cheng Yun talk about the books on the stage.

Too good!

How could there be such a beautiful story?

The numerous cultivators present were all mesmerized.

There were also some people who were constantly tearing their hair and roaring soundlessly.

I really hate myself for going to Nebula Pavilion.

What kind of rubbish place was that, could it compare to the Drunk Dream Pavilion?

I missed the beginning, the best story, what to do? What to do, wuu!

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