Chapter 225
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Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded, looking a little disappointed.
"Fellow Zhao, are you sure they went missing here? Could it be that they went somewhere else? Or did they encounter monsters? "Wang Changsheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he asked curiously.
"No, we're sure they went missing here. The five of them are at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, and they're good at joint attacks. When the five of them work together, even a second-level monster is no match for them. The spiritual energy here is very thin, so it's good enough that a few first-level monsters appear. It's unlikely for a second-level monster to appear, but we'll only know the result after the investigation. No matter what, we want to see them if they're alive, or dead, we want to see their corpses. If someone secretly harmed the disciples of our Haoran Academy, our Haoran Academy will not let them go." At the end, the middle-aged man glanced at Wang Changsheng.
When Wang Changsheng saw this, his expression became a bit displeased. The other party's words clearly showed that they were suspicious of him. Wang Changsheng already said what he needed to say, so he wasn't interested in explaining anything either. It was up to them whether they believed him or not. Even if the four of them attacked together, Wang Changsheng didn't feel any fear.
After a while, the man in blue and the other three carried the processed wild boar in and put it on a simple grill.
Next, the man in blue and the others discussed poetry and songs. Wang Changsheng did not know anything, so he sat aside and listened quietly. The middle-aged man and the round-faced man did not seem to be interested, and they occasionally responded. Most of the time, it was the two young Confucian scholars chatting with Chen Qiusheng and the other three.
After a while, the wild boar was cooked, emitting a strong fragrance that made people drool.
"Mr. Zhao, here." The man in blue cut a small piece of barbecued meat with a dagger and handed it to the middle-aged man.
"Thank you, but no, we had dinner on the way here. You can eat!" The middle-aged man shook his head and politely refused.
"Brother Zhao Qian, Brother Zhao Kun, you're not hungry either?" The man in blue asked curiously.
"No, no, you can eat!" A young Confucian scholar shook his head and said, but he could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"Since you're not hungry, Brother Changsheng, this piece of meat is for you as a reward for your hard work in hunting." The blue-clothed man handed the piece of roasted meat to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng nodded and took the piece of barbecued meat, swallowing it in two bites.
Next, Wang Changsheng and the other four divided the wild boar and ate it. Wang Changsheng only ate a few pieces, most of them were eaten by Chen Qiusheng and the others.
After dinner, Chen Qiusheng's group continued to discuss poetry with the middle-aged man's group. When Wang Changsheng saw this, he found a corner to sit down and closed his eyes to rest.
Not long after, the middle-aged man and the other three also rested. They also chose a corner to sit cross-legged and closed their eyes to rest.
After Chen Qiusheng and the other three read for a while, they extinguished the fire and each found a place to rest.
In the dead of the night, the temple was so dark that one could not see one's fingers. Occasionally, one could hear a few snoring sounds.
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew, causing the dilapidated door of the temple to sway back and forth, making a "bang" sound.
Even so, no one woke up. Everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly.
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