The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 705

three days later.

Chen Zhao and the others arrived at the gate of Fontaine Manor, and found that it was heavily guarded, with a circle of guards standing in front of the gate.

"You don't have to wait to enter this place. If you don't have an invitation card, please return." A guard stepped forward and said in a flat tone.

This man was strong, with high temples, and he was obviously a guy with extraordinary skills.

"What are invitations?" Shi Wuzun said indifferently: "Thousands of horses are galloping, clouds are like proud sky, and the common surname of a poor monk is Sima."

As soon as the words came out, the guard was stunned, and immediately shortened his body, bowed and saluted: "Yes!"

He is the bodyguard of the Sima family, and he has a very detailed understanding of the secrets circulated within the Sima family. Anyone who dares to talk about the family secrets so carelessly in the middle of Shu must be a direct descendant of the Sima family.

"Brother Rufeng, you are here too!"

A surprised voice came from behind.

Chen Zhao and the others looked back, only to see a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes looking at Shi Wuzun with a smile on his face.

"Brother Ruyun, I just came back from the Central Plains. I heard that Uncle Yuntai's tasting meeting is not small, so I brought my friends to appreciate it."

Shiwu Zun put his hands together and performed the rites of becoming a monk, but the words he spoke were cordial words within the family.

Although Chen Zhao had extraordinary supernatural powers, it was only spread in the ears of a few people after all. Since he had no intention of speaking, it was inconvenient for Shi Wuzun to make him famous, so the introduction was only vague.

"Speaking of which, we brothers haven't seen each other for ten years, and you are also a leader when it comes to taste. Let's go in. Later, I'll treat you to Wanhualou for a drink."

Sima Ruyun laughed loudly.

Shi Wuzun clasped his palms together and smiled.

It seems that for a monk, going to a place like "Wanhualou" is not a big deal.

A group of people swaggered in, but none of the guards said a word.

There was a newcomer with doubts on his face, and asked quietly: "Who are they? They didn't even take the invitation card and went in?"

The person next to him immediately glared at him, told him to shut up, and then said softly: "The Sima family is our master, and members of their family are invitation cards and passports. They are allowed to pass through the central Sichuan area. How can people like us talk about it?" What? Don't be ashamed, and be careful not to lose your job."

"So that's it." The man was shocked and quickly closed his mouth.

The things in this tasting meeting come from all over the world, and there is no guarantee, so the Sima family who hosts this meeting can stay out of the matter and will not be responsible.

Just like appreciating jade, the failure rate is as high as [-]% to find out whether there is beautiful jade in the unpretentious stubborn stone, and the loser can only lament luck.

Sima Ruyun, as a direct descendant of the Sima family, although he doesn't care if he can find good goods, he also doesn't want to miss things. Now that the family's masters who have gone out to fight come back, they naturally want to take him to take a good look.

A group of people entered the Fontaine Manor, and found that the manor was very large. Under the guidance of Yi Zhe, the winding path led to secluded places, and finally entered a remote courtyard.

There was already a group of people waiting in the small courtyard. Everyone was dressed in extraordinary manners, and they were obviously participants from central Sichuan and even all over China.

"Master Shi Wuzun, are you here too?"

"With the Shaolin master here, it seems like there are good talents coming out."

"I heard that Master Shi Wuzun lives in Wushuang City, and it's rare to come here today. I'm lucky to meet Rong Yan."

As soon as Chen Zhao and others stepped into the small courtyard, many people seemed to recognize Shi Wuzun's identity, and stepped forward to greet him warmly.

Obviously, most people don't know that he is a child of the Sima family, they only know that he is an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple, or the protector of Wushuang City.

However, these two positions are already prominent enough to exist beyond the reach of ordinary people in their lifetime.

If there are people who don't know who are still wondering, the people next to them will quickly introduce them.This is Shi Wuzun, the protector of Wushuang City who was born in Shaolin. He has a superb martial arts strategy and extraordinary skills.

Chen Zhao knew it well, and felt that this was the norm in the world.

Although Wushuang City is nothing more than that in his eyes, ten Shi Wuzun are not his opponents.

But in the eyes of people in Jianghu, Wushuang City is an unattainable colossus, and Shi Wuzun is a supreme master.

Even in the central Sichuan area, there are people who know Shi Wuzun, and he is really famous.

At this moment, a thin voice suddenly came.

"What kind of Shaolin eminent monk, the protector of Wushuang City, is nothing more than a person who deceives the world and steals the world."

Shi Wuzun's face was as usual, but his heart sank slightly. Hearing this and looking over, he saw another group of people walking into the yard, and the one who spoke was the old man at the head.

This old man has white hair and a childlike face, and is dressed in simple yet luxurious clothes. He wears a hair crown on his head and strides forward with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

All the people present were well-informed and well-informed, and they could tell at a glance that this old man was an eunuch.

"This is Cao Huachun, Eunuch Cao, the current supreme chief executive." Sima Ruyun beside him hurriedly said in a low voice.

"Recently, he swept away all the treasures of genius, jade, and Chinese herbal medicines in the Guanjiangkou area. There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the uncle Jianyao, who is now the supreme uncle, is too old. He suffered internal injuries from practicing swords and needs magic medicine to resolve it."

"Eunuch Cao?" Chen Zhao who was at the side shrank when he heard the words.

Although Eunuch Cao is only an eunuch, the power behind him is no small matter, it is the current orthodox dynasty.

Although this world has turned to the point of being respected by martial arts because of its abundance of aura, the orthodox dynasty is the orthodox dynasty, with profound foundations and extraordinary power.

Today's Zhizun's martial arts is not very good, but one of his uncles used to be the emperor, but later he gave up the throne in order to pursue the way of swords.

In addition, Zhizun has three uncles, all of whom are masters of swordsmanship, known as Jianyao, Jianshun, and Jianyu.

In addition, the Supreme Lord also has masters such as sword gods, gun gods, and ax gods, and [-] forest guards. He actually controls hundreds of thousands of miles of land, thousands of cities, and seventeen passes. .

In terms of control over the rivers and lakes and the countryside, the orthodox dynasty is no match for Tianxiahui, Wushuang City, or even Miyin Temple.

But when it comes to controlling and ruling the world, the orthodox dynasty still comes first.

The tyrant of the Tianxiahui has ambitions for the world, and he also dismisses the imperial dynasty, but his actual ambition is nothing more than to control the world's martial arts gang.In terms of family background and background, Tianxiahui and Wushuangchengjia may not be able to compare with the orthodox dynasty.

Although the dynasty that rules the world is powerless against gangs with top experts, it is crushing against ordinary gangs.

Although Shi Wuzun is the protector of Wushuang City, he is well-known in the world, but the Sima family behind him has no top experts, the stall is too big, and the core is not strong, how can he provoke such a behemoth ?
He could only laugh dryly, and stepped back two steps to the side.

When Eunuch Cao saw that he was taking the initiative to retreat, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, he snorted coldly, and led the crowd into the room.

(End of this chapter)