Pokémon: Join Team Rocket at the Beginning

When Yang Ming and his partner returned to Yuan Zhu Dance Hall, Feng Lu had already changed into the latest fashion designed by Ma Xiu and was waiting anxiously at the door.

"You two are so slow, Miss Ma Xiu and the dancers thought you were not coming." Seeing Yang Ming and his partner coming back, Feng Lu's anxious look disappeared and she turned to scold.

"Sorry, sorry, we got lost in the nearby forest, so we are late." Yang Ming bowed his head to apologize and made an excuse for himself.

"Okay, okay, I'm not angry anymore. Look, do I look good in this dress?"

Feng Lu was wearing a dignified and gorgeous kimono at this time, with various exquisite patterns embroidered on the clothes. If you look closely, you will find that it is embroidered according to the feathers of various bird Pokémon.

At this time, Ma Xiu also came over and smiled, "This is a new dress I designed with bird Pokémon as inspiration. I think it suits Sister Fenglu very well, so I'll let her be my model."

"How is it? Miss Ma Xiu said that this dress suits me," Fenglu blinked her big eyes, like a child seeking praise, "How is it? Do you think I look like a princess of bird Pokémon in this dress?"

"Uh..." However, Yang Ming was too slow in "fashion" and "aesthetics". After "uh" for a long time, he still couldn't say a word, so he had to desperately hint to Tokugawa to help him out.

"Little brother, save me quickly."

"Boss, I don't know how to do this either." However, Tokugawa was not much better than Yang Ming in this regard. After "uh" for a long time, he could only look at Yang Ming, and the scene was very embarrassing.

"Okay, don't tease these two boys." Xiaojuan, the eldest sister among the dancers, hurried to smooth things over.

The two of them were as if pardoned. Yang Ming secretly vowed to find a way to learn art and fashion in the future, so as not to make a fool of himself like this time.

Just then, a figure appeared silently at the door. Yang Ming's heart tightened, and he felt that there was another master behind him.

However, Ma Xiu and Xiao Juan were not surprised at the visitor. They greeted him enthusiastically, as if they were welcoming their old friends.

Yang Ming turned his head and saw a tall and handsome blond man. Behind him, a black ghost was floating. It was the ghost-attributed Pokémon, Gengar!

"Mr. Komatsu, something happened today. I am sorry that I am not prepared to entertain you." Xiao Juan apologized with a smile.

Xiaosong smiled and said, "It's okay. I came here to discuss something with Miss Maxiu. Miss Xiaojuan, don't mind."

Xiaosong, a master of using ghost attribute Pokémon, is not only the leader of Yuanzhu Gym designated by the alliance, but also a lay disciple of the Scorched Tower. He is a person with two backgrounds at the same time.

Of course, he is also Shuijing's childhood friend.

Yang Ming's eyes turned and he immediately had an idea. He took Fenglu's hand and said goodbye to Maxiu and Xiaojuan: "Miss Maxiu, Miss Xiaojuan, thank you for taking care of Fenglu here for us. We have a friend who has booked a place in the nearby Qingliang Temple, so we will say goodbye now."

"Wait a minute, I didn't hear that you booked a place in the temple," Fenglu whispered, "and you have to return your clothes to Miss Maxiu before leaving."

"It doesn't matter, just go to the locker room and change slowly, we will wait for you outside," Yang Ming smiled, "and that Qingliang Temple, uh... the night view is good at night, just right for watching the moon, Shuijing told me so."

After this, no one else felt anything unusual, only Xiaosong's face changed slightly, and suddenly asked: "Excuse me, is Shuijing your friend?"

Yang Ming nodded and said: "Yes, my friend is particularly interested in the legends of Yandi, Leigong and Shuijun, but I think he is just daydreaming."

"Is that so..." Xiaosong's face changed, and then returned to normal.

Feng Lu then changed back into her original clothes and left Yuan Zhu Dance Hall with Yang Ming.

"Sister Ma Xiu's design for a beautiful dress, but it's a pity that it's a bit too heavy to wear," Feng Lu sighed, "I still like this loose dress now."

Yang Ming hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I think this figure is more suitable for you, Miss Feng Lu."

"Really? Then I'll wear this dress more often in the future."

After staying in this world for a long time, Yang Ming has mastered the art of flattery.

Arriving at Qingliang Temple, the host was waiting here early. When he saw the "cousin" next to Yang Ming, the host actually showed a look of disappointment.

"What is this old man disappointed about?" Yang Ming complained in his heart.

"Several donors, your friends have been waiting for a long time, please follow meCome."

After Yang Ming and Shui Jing met, he immediately asked about the situation in the temple.

"Brother, I have checked everything. In addition to us, there are two other groups of guests staying in this temple. They came here today just like us."

"The triplets who live to our east are brothers. They look exactly the same and are very cold. I only said three sentences before they ordered me to leave. We couldn't communicate at all."

"There are more than a dozen guests living to the west, both men and women. The leader is a beautiful woman with purple hair and purple eyes. Everyone around her calls her "Miss". She seems to be a noble beauty."

"I exchanged a few words with this lady and found that her manners were very elegant and her attitude was very gentle. It's a pity that the several strong men around her were not very friendly, so I was kicked out without a few words."

"In addition, there seems to be a secret in the bamboo forest behind this temple. I found that there are monks guarding it in turns. Even if I bribe them with money, I can't get in. "

After listening to Shui Jing's discovery, Yang Ming decided to investigate it himself.

He first went to the guest room on the east side. Yang Ming knocked on the door three times and it was opened.

"Hello, I am the guest living next door..."

While introducing himself, Yang Ming observed the person in front of him. This was a teenager who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was short, his eyes were cold, and his face was like frost. He looked like a stranger who didn't want to be approached.

Yang Ming glanced into the room and found that there were two teenagers sitting in the room. They looked the same and were the same cold. They looked at Yang Ming coldly, just like a cheetah looking at its prey.

"Old three, why are you still talking to him?" One of the teenagers said, and Yang Ming was locked outside the door with a "bang".

"I haven't even finished introducing myself yet..." Yang Ming was speechless. The attitudes of the three brothers were too cold, and there was no chance for communication at all.

"But the aura of these three people is extraordinary. I'm afraid they are not simple people. "