Chapter 275

Chapter 275

"Can you rely on me?" Qiao Mu was stunned for a while before realizing that Wu Chang didn't look very smart.

Although he transformed successfully, he couldn't speak fluently. He could only say the word "Qiao"?

Qiao Mu suddenly remembered that when he was in the lonely city in the desert, the storyteller Clairvoyant had come to remind him that the demon cat had absorbed too much death energy and had too much money. Add many obstacles.

Qiao Mu originally thought that the obstacles mentioned by clairvoyants were incomplete transformations, such as multiple cat ears, cat tails, etc. Who knows, but now it seems...

"The obstacle is that the essence is all piled up in the belly. Is the belly too big?"

Qiao Mu was speechless.

He put his hand on the girl's head to prevent her from rushing over. He suddenly felt a little shy about getting too close to the human form... After all, this scene was too torture.

If outsiders saw him, wouldn't they think that he, a 600-year-old senior member of the Qiao family, had grown up a mentally retarded fifteen-year-old who couldn't speak?

A man in Kyushu is considered to be an adult at the age of twenty, and a woman is considered to be an adult at the age of fifteen, and is ready for marriage.

Therefore, the cat demon Wuchang looks about fifteen years old now, which is considered to be of marriageable age in Kyushu.

But in Qiao Mu's eyes, it was too much punishment.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Qiao Mu suddenly trembled.

"Mr. Qiao is so drunk so early?" The speaker was Li Changshi. He knocked on the door and asked:

"Does Mr. Qiao need some sour plum soup to sober up?"

Although he had done nothing, Qiao Mu felt guilty when Li Changshi approached and knocked on the door.

"No need, I'm tired, don't bother me."

Qiao Mu turned around and just finished talking to Li Changshi, the girl Wu Chang unexpectedly flashed her figure and jumped on Qiao Mu's back with vigorous movements. Her limbs were hung on top of her, and her round belly was like a big balloon, which almost hit Qiao Mu. Staggered.

"This fat cat...change it quickly, change it back!"

Qiao Mu pulled the girl Wu Chang off his back, and angrily pressed her belly with one hand, pushing down hard.

I don’t know if Wu Chang was secretly cooperating, but Qiao Mu pressed hard with his hand, and the big belly really deflated like a balloon and became flat.

But as the belly collapsed, two small mounds actually rose up on the chest. The bulges were quite impressive.

"Where's this whack-a-mole?"

"Forget it, this appearance is quite slim, so it's not bad at all."

What Qiao Mu cares more about than his appearance and figure is that after the fat cat turned into a human, he didn't seem to be very smart. His eyes were wide open, and he looked full of wisdom at a glance.

Qiao Mu sighed slightly.

Life is hard.

When this group goes to Southwest State, they not only have to inherit Hai Wuya's legacy and teach the old soldiers how to practice martial arts, but they also have to teach this stupid cat how to speak?

....

at the same time.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes, with a black cloth covering his eyes, and was led forward by the storyteller.

I don’t know how long I walked, but I felt that the touch under my feet was different. It changed from soil to wooden boards, and there was a clear squeaking sound when my feet stepped on the wooden boards.

"Okay. You are already in Tingchao Tower."

The storyteller Shun Feng Er took off the black cloth from Jiang Chen's face and looked at him with a smile.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and looked slightly disappointed.

In front of you is a wooden pavilion. Judging from the layout of the furnishings in the building, they are not much different from ordinary teahouses and restaurants.

Shunfeng'er acted so mysteriously and even played the classic blindfold trick. But now, it turned out that it was indeed a bit different from what he had imagined in Tingchao Tower.

I thought that Tingchao Tower, as the most mysterious Jianghu force in the martial arts world, would have something extraordinary, but in the end... this is it?

Shunfeng'er seemed to know what he was thinking, so he didn't defend himself and just led Jiang Chen up the stairs.

"Come with me, the host is waiting for you above."

"Meet the host directly?" Jiang Chen originally thought it was nothing more than that, but after hearing this, he felt a little nervous again.

The owner of Tingchao Tower must be a mysterious figure in the martial arts world.

At that time, the martial arts saints even wiped out Shaolin Wudang, leaving only the mysterious and transcendent Tingchao Tower... People in the martial arts world often speculate that maybe Tingchao Tower is actually very extraordinary, and there are powerful people in the building. A master that Martial Saint is afraid of?

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Chapter 280 The Master of Tingchao Tower (8k

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked up, only to see that the steps of the pavilion were spiraling upward like a snake. When Jiang Chen looked up from the first floor, he didn't even see the end of the stairs?

"This Tingchao Building is built so high?" Jiang Chen was surprised.

He was already in this building when he took off the black cloth. He didn't know how high the pavilion was. He just looked up the stairs and felt something was wrong.

"If the building is not built higher, why should we listen to the trend?" Shunfeng Er chuckled, and his eyes seemed to be full of meaning.

There seems to be something in this statement?

There are naturally tall people in tall buildings.

Today's Kyushu has become a mess, but regardless of the alien war forty years ago or the frost, snow, wind and rain in the past forty years, Tingchao Tower still stands.

The building is not high, so why listen to the tide?

If Tingchao Lou was really an ordinary martial arts force, he probably wouldn't be able to be so aloof.

Shunfeng Er continued:

"Don't ask now. When the time comes to meet the poster, Nian Chaosheng, and you pass the poster's test, you can ask as many questions as you want."

"The host has to personally check it? Is it so important?" Jiang Chen was startled.

Jiang Chen's strength is average. He has been practicing martial arts for a year or two after joining Tingchao Tower. With the help of storytellers, he has reached the seventh level.

The only thing he can excel at is Qinggong and the skill of storytelling.

The skill of using words has been developed with Shunfeng's ears.

As soon as he heard that the host was asked to personally check the situation, Jiang Chen knew that his martial arts skills were average, and he suddenly felt uneasy.

"There's no need to be nervous. Every official member of Tingchao House has to be checked by the owner." Shunfeng Er said with a smile:

"They say it's a check, but it's not a big deal."

"We Tingchao Lou never get involved in worldly affairs. We only listen to the tide but don't play with it, so the level of martial arts doesn't really matter."

"Just practice some Qinggong and use self-defense techniques to save your life."

"The host is easy to talk to, he has a good eye for me, and he is smart and interesting, so I can get into Chao Ting Lou."

After saying that, Shunfeng Er didn't say much anymore and just pulled Jiang Chen up the stairs step by step.

Isn't it interesting... He sounds like a casual person.

Jiang Chen was worried, so he followed Shunfeng Er and walked forward.

The doors of the rest of the floors he passed were closed and not open to Jiang Chen.

He didn't know how long he walked, but Jiang Chen estimated that it took him about a quarter of an hour to reach the top floor.

Above this tall building, the pavilion is surrounded by walls on three sides, and the other side is covered with wooden railings. The railings have exquisite carvings that seem to be patterns of animals such as snakes, insects, tigers and leopards.

Apart from that, there were no other decorations, not even tables and chairs.

Although there are no tables or chairs, there are dozens or hundreds of people gathered here. They are all sitting on the floor, sitting directly on the floor, forming circles and gathering around to chat.

There seemed to be a banquet going on here. Many people had wine jars and cups in front of them, and some people had already drank from them, their cheeks slightly red.

Several of these banquet guests were storytellers whom Jiang Chen was familiar with, and they simply nodded and greeted them.

At a glance, we can see that many of the guests here are people with outstanding appearance and refined temperament. At a glance, you can tell that there is something special.

The storyteller's thousand-mile eyes opened his eyebrows and his eyes were cold, and he chatted and laughed with the guests around him:

"If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."

"Only when you stand high enough can you see farther. Today I climbed up with my colleagues just to see far."

A gray-haired goatee scribe next to him nodded: "History is a long river. Only by jumping out of the current era and learning from history can we become a fish jumping out of the river and get a glimpse of the direction of the long river in the future."

There is a Confucian scholar with a profound knowledge of Eguan, who holds a wine jar in one hand and a writing brush in the other. He writes furiously on the rice paper stuck on the wall. Sometimes he dips the brush in ink and sometimes in wine. His handwriting is vigorous and forceful, quite a bit crazy. Live style.

There is also a burly man nearly two meters tall, with a bald head and scars on his face. He stands like a sculpture in the corner of the crowd. He can't even hear his breathing. He only glances around with cold eyes from time to time. His cold eyes are like lightning, with a chilling feeling. The momentum is overwhelming.

They don't look ordinary.

But the most extraordinary thing is the man leaning alone on the railing outside the crowd.

He was a fair-faced scholar who looked to be only in his twenties. His skin was as fair as jade and he had a handsome appearance. He was also quite bookish.

He leaned on the railing, looking at the vast sea of ​​clouds floating outside the railing, as if his mind was immersed in it. At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds was floating and sinking, which was picturesque, and his profile was also picturesque.

"Master, I've brought the new guy here." Shunfeng said as he cupped his hands towards the white-faced scholar.

"Are you new? Come here." The white-faced scholar smiled and waved at Jiang Chen.

Is he the landlord? His name is Nian Chaosheng?

Jiang Chen had such an idea in his mind, and suddenly felt that the seemingly young white-faced scholar in front of him seemed much taller.

This may be a psychological factor.

No matter how you look at it, Tingchao Tower does not look like an ordinary martial arts force, exuding a sense of mystery and aloofness.

The more Jiang Chen thought about it, the more he felt that the host in front of him, Nian Chao, had an extraordinary temperament, almost otherworldly.

The scholar didn't seem to have any airs. He directly asked Jiang Chen to lean on the railing side by side with him, then pointed at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the railing and asked:

"Come, tell me, what did you see?"

Jiang Chen leaned against the railing and looked intently.

All he saw in his field of vision was a vast expanse of floating clouds.

As the host thought and pointed his finger, the vast sea of ​​clouds seemed to be pushed away by an invisible hand, and the clouds and mist cleared.

Under the original clouds and mists, there were rolling mountains, cities, and lakes dotted all over the land.

"Is Tingchao Tower so high? Is it higher than a mountain?" Jiang Chen was surprised.

It stands to reason that such a tall pavilion should be famous all over the world, but he has never heard of it... This is indeed very unusual.

"Tell me, what did you see?" the host urged.

"This..." Jiang Chen felt a little nervous in his heart.

Recalling Shunfeng'er's reminder before going upstairs, he said that the host likes interesting people...but how should he answer to look interesting?

Jiang Chen is not a popular person, he is just a storyteller with low martial arts skills.

At this critical moment, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything. In the end, he could only answer dryly:

"I saw more than a dozen large and small cities, but they were too far away. I couldn't see clearly which city they were?"

His tone was a little cautious, and he couldn't help but glance at the white-faced scholar's face from the corner of his eye.

as expected.

After these words were spoken, the chatter of other storytellers in the building gradually subsided, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The guests all looked over and looked at him with half-smiling smiles.

This answer is indeed too common.