After checking in the four bottles of original-proof spirit from Ningshui Daqu, Lou Cheng carried his luggage, took his boarding pass, and arrived at the security check area according to the sign.
Since Yan Zheke helped to book the tickets, she chose the first-class cabin out of habit, so Lou Cheng didn't have to wait in the long line. After a short wait, he finished the security check through the VIP passage and found the corresponding airline's VIP lounge, where he had a free buffet.
When it was almost boarding time, Lou Cheng didn't hear any news of delay. He secretly praised his good luck for taking a plane for the first time and showed it off to Yan Zheke. Then he left the VIP lounge and boarded the plane without waiting in line.
This was a medium-sized passenger plane. The seats in the first-class business class were essentially the same as those in the economy class, except that they were more spacious. There were four seats in the first two classes, two seats on the left and right sides, and six seats in the latter class.
Lou Cheng found his seat according to the information on his boarding pass. He stuffed his backpack into the luggage rack and sat by the window, looking at the blazing sun outside.
To be honest, the news revealed by Master Li last night made him, who had not seen much of the world, a little nervous. He could not help but think about all sorts of things. Although this was just an episode, an unremarkable wave that was unlikely to become reality, what if he encountered a lunatic?
Lou Cheng, who had read a lot of novels, knew very well that killing had nothing to do with the level of martial arts. With the right arrangement and plan, even a weak child could kill an adult man. Dan stage and physical invulnerability Mighty Ones had families and jobs and belonged to the middle and upper class of society, so they didn't need to take risks for money. But what about other people?
I'm not afraid of sniping, but I can't guard against poison. If it doesn't taste right, I'll spit it out immediately. Besides, there were bombs, car accidents, accidents … Lou Cheng's thoughts flew. Unknowingly, the passenger next to him came. He waited for the plane to taxi, the end of the traffic control, and the climb to the blue sky.
According to popular literature, a certain country's intelligence agency was best at silencing people with a plane crash. This was the best way to avoid leaving any clues … Lou Cheng's heart tightened. He quickly extinguished the thought in his mind. He took a deep breath and visualized the scene of water turning into ice. He began to recall Coach Yan's guidance.
It won't be too exaggerated. After all, they are from the same sect. There are elders above and the country watching. Unless it's a life-and-death situation, there will be a minimum level of struggle.
30 million for a head is very strange. According to my deduction, someone must have released the news on purpose to stir up the situation. There won't be any follow-up.
You don't need to think too much. Follow the rules and leave the rest to your master. Trust your elders' experience and ability.
Coach Yan is really a rational girl. Lou Cheng felt the turbulence caused by the turbulence of the plane and looked out of the window again........
Below the plane was a boundless sea of clouds. "White snow" piled up into mountains, waves, and all kinds of strange shapes. In the distance, the scorching sun was shining brightly, dyeing everything golden.
...........
Two and a half hours later, the plane landed on time at Shanggao Airport in Wuyue Province. Lou Cheng's last worry was gone.
Being high up in the sky, if anything were to happen, there was a limit to what he could do. It was truly beyond the control of others. But once his feet were on the ground, even if he didn't dare to say that he was in control of his own life and not the heavens, he could still deal with whatever came his way!
No wonder some martial arts experts didn't like to take planes. No matter how far they were, they preferred to take trains or ships. Taoist Wuguang, the master of Warrior Sage Qian Donglou and the current Sect Leader of Shangqing Sect, was one of them.
Not long after landing, Lou Cheng turned on his phone and texted Yan Zheke that he had arrived safely. Then he got off the plane, picked up four bottles of wine, and carried his luggage to the arrival hall.
He glanced around and suddenly saw a sign with the words "Lou Cheng of Xing Province" written on it. He squinted and saw that it was held by a young girl.
She was about 1.7 meters tall and wore large sunglasses that covered half of her face. Her nose was straight and her lips were full.
Her hair was straight and glossy. She wore a light-colored T-shirt and a white knee-length skirt. Her legs were bare, and she wore a pair of sandals. She attracted a lot of glances from the surrounding men.
Although her legs were fair and straight, Lou Cheng could tell from the girl's vigorous Qi and blood that she could crush one or two heads with a kick.
Is this how the sect welcomes its guests? He walked over as he pondered. The girl also noticed his presence from the way he was looking at her. She was stunned at first, then waved her right hand excitedly and shouted in a delicate voice,
"Junior Uncle! Junior Uncle Lou Cheng! "
"You are?" Lou Cheng came to her side and asked cautiously.
The girl didn't take off her sunglasses. She smiled and said, "I'm your Martial Niece, your cute and pretty Martial Niece! I was in the sect when I heard you were coming, so I volunteered to pick you up. Let's talk on the way to the parking lot. I'm Mo Jingting. You can call me Jingjing, Tingting or Jingting. "
Mo Jingting? Why does this name sound so familiar? Lou Cheng had seen his little fairy act coquettishly. How could he be confused by a few words? He picked up his phone and smiled. "I'll tell my master."
"Okay." Mo Jingting put away the tag and stood elegantly. She still didn't take off her sunglasses.
"Hello, master. I'm here. A Martial Niece named Mo Jingting is waiting for me at the airport." Lou Cheng asked.
Geezer Shi chuckled. "This girl is not easy to deal with. Tell her to come and pick me up. Forget it. Give her the phone. I'll tell her myself."
"Okay." Lou Cheng passed the phone to Mo Jingting.
"Okay … Okay … Don't worry, Martial Uncle. We'll be right there …" Mo Jingting said yes for a while, then hung up and returned the phone to Lou Cheng.
Lou Cheng followed her to the parking lot after his master had confirmed it. On the way, the girl was quite cheerful and outgoing. She kept asking questions, as if she wanted to dig out all the secrets of his Junior Uncle.
Lou Cheng responded cautiously. He wasn't very enthusiastic.
After boarding a Q7, Mo Jingting finally took off her huge sunglasses, revealing a face that looked both happy and angry at the same time.
Her eyebrows were black but not ugly. On the contrary, she looked a little naive. Her eyes seemed to be naturally a little out of focus. She looked at everyone with misty eyes full of affection.
Lou Cheng glanced at her warily. He suddenly understood why the name Mo Jingting sounded so familiar to him.
He had listened to her song last night.
She was one of the more popular stars in recent years. She was an actress and had released two albums. She was about 21 or 22 years old. She was the most fantasized girl in the boys' dormitory. She was the dream girl of Old Qiu and the beast next door.
She's actually my Martial Niece?
Damn it. She's obviously a few years older than me. How dare she act cute in front of me?
Noticing Lou Cheng's surprise, Mo Jingting fastened her seat belt skillfully and said with a smile, "Junior Uncle, you recognize me? I didn't want to fight in the ring in my prime. Plus, I had some connections in the sect, so I became a martial arts actor. I had a concert the day before yesterday and had a few days off, so I came back to have fun. Then, I met Junior Martial Uncle who wanted to formally become your disciple. I was curious, so I took the initiative to volunteer. Junior Martial Uncle, please help me adjust the rearview mirror. Move it up a little, move it a little. Ah, I'll do it myself. "
She unfastened her seat belt and leaned over Lou Cheng. She reached out to adjust the rearview mirror of the passenger seat. The light and distant smell of perfume entered Lou Cheng's nose.
From this angle, Lou Cheng could see the beautiful scenery as long as he lowered his head.
Lou Cheng leaned back and looked straight ahead. He was still digesting the fact that his Martial Niece was a star.
"But even a star is not as beautiful as my Ke …" His eyes were gentle and his smile was hidden.
After Mo Jingting adjusted the rearview mirror, fastened her seat belt and started the car, Lou Cheng took the initiative to ask,
"Junior … Martial Niece, what is our sect called?"
"Didn't Martial Granduncle tell you before?" Mo Jingting asked in surprise.
"No …" Lou Cheng answered honestly.
Mo Jingting couldn't help but laugh. "Junior Uncle, why do I feel like you were abducted into the sect? Martial Granduncle is too irresponsible! He doesn't say anything! "
"Our sect is called the Ice God Sect. To outsiders, the Ice Empress who created the Ice Divine Kung Fu thousands of years ago is the founder of the sect. But in fact, 573 years ago, Yang Chenghui from Wuyue obtained the incomplete version of the Ice Divine Kung Fu. That was how our sect came to be. More than a hundred years ago, in order to complete this unique skill of the Ice Sect, we joined forces with Haixi Sect, Hanchi Sect and Dinghai Sect to establish the Wuyue Club. We became one of the top forces at that time.
At this point, Mo Jingting glanced sideways at Lou Cheng and bit her lip slightly.
"Young Martial Uncle, if you hear any bad rumors these days, don't believe them. The Haixi Sect, the Hanchi Sect, and the Dinghai Sect don't want our Ice God Sect to be peaceful. It would be best if there is some internal strife."
Could it be that these sects were behind the 30 million price? To incite internal strife in the Ice God Sect? Lou Cheng thought for a while and said, "The Wuyue Club doesn't get along well with each other either."
As he spoke, he quickly sent a message to Yan Zheke and shared it with her with a stunned expression.
"The one who came to pick me up is Mo Jingting! The one who sang 'Waiting for the Wind'! She is my Martial Niece! "
"She … (⊙ o ⊙)! Cheng, you are a disciple of the Ice God Sect … "Yan Zheke quickly replied.
Mo Jingting looked ahead and sighed. "Our Ice God Sect has produced four Physical Invulnerability experts in two generations. We are in the leading position in the Wuyue Club. However, three of the four Physical Invulnerability experts are old and are from the same generation as our Martial Granduncle. In this generation, only Martial Uncle Yuejian is holding the fort. Huang Ke from Haixi Sect is suppressing us and the Clown from Dinghai Sect is chasing after us. They don't want to break the alliance, but they want to change the current situation."
Huang Ke from Haixi Sect … Lou Cheng whispered this name. Since he often watched top professional competitions, he naturally knew this expert.
A forty-five-year-old expert with a title!
The Spear King of the generation!
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