Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

As night falls, the weather changes suddenly, light rain falls, and fog rises, Kyoto becomes a fairy city...

An Jinshu and his party arrived at Furong Jin Pavilion earlier, and when they asked about the private rooms, all the private rooms were booked.

How could Gu Yao be willing to sit in a separate seat, and An Jinshu was also in a dilemma.

Although there is no big problem in dispersing, in the evening, there will be a mixture of fish and dragons. If Gu Yao's rich body is taken advantage of by some gangster, big trouble will happen.

There was no private room, so she could only ask if there were private seats or private seats. Although these two were not as good as private rooms, they were still covered by curtains, so there were fewer people and it was more private.

The boy shook his head and was about to speak when a man hurried towards him and whispered a few words into his ear.

The boy immediately smiled at them and said that a guest had left temporarily and happened to give up a seat.

As the saying goes, it is better to arrive early than to arrive late. An Jinshu and his party followed the young man to lead the way and took a seat.

"Is this your first time to our Furong Jin Pavilion?" The waiter poured fragrant tea for them and said with a smile: "Today is a gathering in the pavilion. There are other seats in this private room that were occupied half a month ago. The reservation has been made. You ladies and gentlemen, you are very lucky today. In the past, let alone the private seats, I am afraid that even if the seats are gone, they may not be available."

Sheng Huaian smiled and glanced at An Jinshu: "I am really in a hurry today."

An Jinshu knew that he was feeling guilty for not being able to arrange a private room for them, so she smiled and signaled that he was fine. They were not here to have fun anyway, but to do serious business.

The worst thing is to come back after today.

Gu Yao didn't care much. Anyway, she had been here before and had heard a lot of songs. Besides, although the private seats were not as good as private rooms, they were covered by curtains and there were no outsiders in the compartments, so that would be fine. .

"When will the meeting in the cabinet start?" An Jinshu asked the boy.

The boy laughed and said: "Returning to the guest officer, it is open at the time of Xu and closed at the time of Hai."

"So late?" An Jinshu was a little surprised.

The boy replied with a smile: "It's been a hundred years since I lived, and it's not a pity if I don't do it today. Good things are worth waiting for, what do you think?"

"You, the waiter, do have some literary talents." Gu Yao praised: "This Furong Jin Pavilion is indeed a place where leaders from all over the world gather. Even the waiter who serves people can speak well. It is indeed well-deserved.

I heard that the top prize in your pavilion tonight is a rare sword. Is it true or false? "

"Then it really can't be true anymore." The waiter looked proud. When did Furong Jin Pavilion ever fake it?

"Then what is the name of this sword? Who made it?" Sheng Huaian asked.

"Please listen carefully, sir." The waiter swung the handkerchief over his shoulder, raised his head and said proudly: "This sword is from the hand of Chunyang Patriarch of Xuanyuan Mountain, and its name is: Zhantian!"

An Jinshu and Gu Yao looked at each other with doubts in each other's eyes.

Zhan Tianjian?

Why haven't you heard of it?

Who is the Patriarch of Chunyang in Xuanyuan Mountain? There are many sects in the world. They know Xuanyuan Mountain and other fairy mountains, but they have never heard of who the Patriarch of Chunyang is.

Seeing their doubts, Sheng Huaian smiled slightly. He backed away from the servants and explained to them: "This Patriarch Chunyang is a person known to the world as a person who has attained Taoism and became an immortal. He has already ascended to the throne and no one has seen him. He once built a A divine sword named Zhan Tian. It is said that this divine sword can kill immortals at the top and slay demons at the bottom. It is not an exaggeration to call it a peerless magic weapon."

So evil...

An Jinshu was speechless: "If this sword is really as powerful as Brother Huai'an said, why did it end up in this mortal world? Everyone in the world knows how powerful this sky-cutting sword is, so why isn't there a fight for it? It's hard to hide such a magical weapon alive. Let everyone know that this doesn’t make sense.”

"Yes." Gu Yao nodded in agreement. Is this magic weapon just like cabbage on the street? Just take it out?

Sheng Huaian also looked suspicious and shook his head to express his confusion: "The difference between this sword and other divine swords is that its origin needs to be studied. Maybe it is the store's gimmick. After all, no one has seen it. Who do you say it is?" It’s “who.”

An Jinshu nodded thoughtfully. According to Sheng Huaian, the sword might be fake.

But An Jinshu didn't care whether it was real or fake. As long as she got the sword in Furong Jin Pavilion, it would be the only "Heaven-Slaying Sword".

The sound of hustle and bustle outside was endless. When Gu Yao looked outside, a figure happened to pass by the curtain.

Gu Yao's eyes darkened when she saw the figure, she stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while."

An Jinshu, who was drinking tea with his eyes lowered, had already opened the curtain and left before he could react.

At this time, the Furong Jin Pavilion was crowded. An Jinshu was afraid that something would happen to her alone and ordered Qing Ge to follow her to protect her safety.

"Don't worry about Yanyan. Qing Ge's guard is so skilled in martial arts that she can't let others hurt the princess." Sheng Huaian took the tea cup from her hand, filled it thoughtfully, and then pushed the snacks in the middle of the table towards her. Tweet: "You're hungry after walking around for so long. Let's have some snacks and wait. It's only [-]:[-] p.m., and it's still more than an hour before the meeting starts."

An Jinshu didn't have much appetite. Listening to the noise outside, it was obvious that many people had arrived: "Brother Huai'an, what do you think our chances of winning are?"

Sheng Huaian thought for a moment: "Fifty percent."

Sheng Huaian is not an arrogant person. With such a gathering, [-]% certainty is already a lot.

An Jinshu understood this and smiled sweetly at Sheng Huai'an gratefully: "Thank you, brother Huai'an. You obviously don't have to help me. This gift is what I want to give to my brother. I should have come in person. "

Sheng Huaian, who was still smiling, softened a bit after hearing her such polite words. He stared at An Jinshu silently with a pair of affectionate eyes and said with some resentment: "Yanyan is too outrageous to say this to me. Yanyan Yanyan's brother is my brother, and I do this for myself, so Yanyan can just think that I am trying to please my brother-in-law in advance."

"Pfft" An Jinshu covered her mouth and laughed, then she quickly wiped her mouth and sat upright: "I didn't laugh at brother Huai'an, but when I thought that the words "brother-in-law" came out of brother Huai'an's mouth, I wanted to laugh a little. .”

"Why?" Sheng Huaian was puzzled: "Did I say something wrong?"

An Jinshu waved her little head and her almond-shaped eyes were shining brightly. When she looked at Sheng Huaian, she only opened her eyes in a panic and did not dare to look at him again.

The girl's eyes seem to be attractive, and once you fall in love with them, you can't extricate yourself.

"It's me." An Jinshu suppressed his laughter, feeling annoyed about what he had just done: "Brother Huai'an is such a noble and noble person, and suddenly said such words, I couldn't adapt to it for a while."

Sheng Huaian's big hand gently covered the back of her hand, and An Jinshu stiffened.

"I never feel that I am noble. Yanyan just treats me as an ordinary person. I am not an immortal... I am Yanyan's fiancé..."