The strongest young talent in history

Chapter 79 Undercurrents surging
"Master, is the news really reliable? Will that person really appear in Zilan Pavilion today?"

In an inn opposite Zilan Pavilion, a man in a purple robe stood in a dark room. Behind the man stood no less than twenty men in black clothes holding steel knives.

The one who was talking to him was also a man in black clothes. He should be the highest among the group of men in black clothes, but when talking to the man in purple clothes, his attitude was very respectful.

After hearing what the man in black said, the man in purple said calmly: "Don't worry, the news is absolutely reliable. Whether the White Lotus Sect can succeed or not depends on what we do today. We must kill that person at all costs."

The man in black hesitated for a moment before saying: "But hall master, today is the spring auction of Zilan Pavilion, the defense work in the pavilion must have been done to the extreme, and that person's status is extraordinary, and there are many experts around him, we really Can it succeed?"

The man in purple had an evil smile on his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "This time we are no different than before. Our foreign aid is of extraordinary status and can provide us with a way to enter Zilan Pavilion. Therefore, that person is definitely doomed. You can rest assured. And that person deliberately concealed his identity, and there are not many masters around him."

Hearing the words of the man in purple, the subordinate in black was deeply relieved.

At this time, the man in purple suddenly said, "By the way, what's going on with Qin Zhen's arrangement?"

The man with the scar hurriedly replied: "Master Qin Xiang is hosting a meeting at the Dragon King Temple according to the plan. I think I can catch all the people in the six doors tonight."

"Report to Hall Master, there is a man named An Shi outside the door asking to see him!" At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

The man in purple tidied up his clothes and said calmly, "Let's go, our plan should begin."

After this group of twenty or so people left the room and walked to the hidden street, Li Qingshuang, who was dressed in black and very similar to the outfit of these people, sneaked into their midst without anyone noticing.

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It was getting closer and closer to the start of Zilan Pavilion's spring auction, with less than half an hour left, but at this time, a special person came to Zilan Pavilion.

Holding the gold medal of Zilan Pavilion, this man climbed into the only private room on the third floor, which was prepared for the gold medal guests. The guests of Zilan Pavilion were talking about it.

Since the establishment of Zilan Pavilion, there have been less than one person who has entered the supreme box on the third floor, and each of them is a prince or noble. It has been two years since the last time someone entered the supreme box on the third floor. Therefore, these people are very curious, which big shot is it that entered this time.

The warm atmosphere of Zilan Pavilion also became a little more solemn because of the arrival of this mysterious person.

"Brother, I don't know this Zilan Pavilion, are you still satisfied?" In the supreme box of Zilan Pavilion, a refined man in his 40s wearing white clothes said to a middle-aged man beside him with a smile .

This middle-aged man is about 50 years old, of medium height, wearing an inconspicuous gray brocade robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a few strands of gray beard. Although he is dressed plainly, his nobleness cannot be concealed , he is definitely not an ordinary person.

In addition to these two people who are either rich or noble, behind the gray-clothed middle-aged man is a taciturn old man who is also dressed in black. The dying zombie had no expression on his face.

The old man always followed the man and stayed within three steps of him.

Apart from these three people, Liu Yue, the owner of Zilan Pavilion, also stood respectfully in the corner of the room, without any overbearing in front of outsiders.

The man in gray smiled and said: "Although the Zilan Pavilion is not as luxurious as those Goulan brothels in the capital, it is also quite unique. The layout of this supreme private room is even more elegant and simple. I think the owner of the Zilan Pavilion is also a bit dark-spirited." People, very nice."

The supreme box is not as luxurious as in the legend. It is simply decorated with some calligraphy and paintings, antiques and flowers and trees, but it is more elegant because of this.

Hearing this, the man in white showed a smile on his face and said, "Brother, this is Liu Yue, the owner of the Zilan Pavilion, and this is my elder brother, Mr. Zhao from the capital."

Liu Yue hurried forward, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Little girl Liu Yue, I have met Mr. Zhao."

Liu Yue knew this middle-aged man in white clothes. His name was Chai Zongxun. He was the most powerful person in Taikang County. It is as high as one can imagine.

This Mr. Zhao looked at Liu Yue, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes, and said: "I heard from Qier earlier that the owner of the Zilan Pavilion is a peerless beauty. When I first saw him, he was indeed extraordinary, even compared with Luo Rou, our leader in Bianjing, I am afraid he is not inferior."

Although he was praising Liu Yue's beauty, there was no greed in Mr. Zhao's eyes. He really just admired Liu Yue's appearance.

Liu Yue quickly replied: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for the compliment. I am so ashamed of myself, little girl."

Mr. Zhao didn't say anything more, but said flatly: "Master Liu, you don't need to be too polite, the spring auction will start soon, Master Liu, go and do your work, don't worry about us idlers."

Liu Yue is a person who knows the importance, and a person of Master Zhao's status must not deliberately get close to him, so she bowed to everyone obediently, and then slowly exited the room.

After Liu Yue withdrew, Master Zhao and Chai Zongxun sat on their seats, while the old man silently stood behind Master Zhao.

Master Zhao picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and asked, "Zong Xun, where is Qi Er, why haven't you seen him?"

Chai Zongxun smiled wryly and said: "That kid has been out of tune all day, and he probably has fooled around with his group of cronies again. If brother wants to see him, I'll send someone to come over now."

Mr. Zhao chuckled and shook his head, saying: "No need, children love to play, so if they are allowed to come here, they will feel uncomfortable. I am here to relax. If it causes you trouble, then I will It’s not good, let him be!”

Chai Zongxun hurriedly handed over his hand: "You are serious. It is Zongxun's greatest honor that you can come here."

Mr. Zhao didn't get entangled in this issue any more. He changed the subject and said, "I heard that Taikang recently produced a talented man who wrote a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation like "Poppy". Such a young talent."

Chai Zongxun also said with a chuckle: "I've heard about it too, to be honest, I also like that song "Poppy Poppy" very much. I've always wanted to meet him, but I just don't have time. It just so happens that that person is also in Zilan Pavilion. Brother, if you want to If I see him, I'll send someone to find him."

Mr. Zhao nodded and said: "When the auction is over, find him again, and I will also get to know this young genius."

(End of this chapter)