r18novel Chapter 883 All the scheming and plotting is no substitute for drinking!
Chapter 883 All the scheming and plotting is no substitute for drinking!
Gu Changqing's drunken, indistinct words rang out.
Suddenly, the somewhat oppressive atmosphere in Biyou Palace seemed to be shattered!
Everyone was stunned at first, then they realized what was happening!
Sa!
Sa!
Sa!
Whether it was the Tongtian Sect Leader sitting high on his cloud bed, or Duobao, Jinling Shengmu, and others below who were deep in thought and filled with apprehension, everyone's gaze was drawn to the corner of the hall at this moment.
The figure who had just swayed and straightened up, still holding a gourd of wine in his hand.
Gu Changqing!
The joy of victory vanished, replaced by a heavy sense of oppression, as if they had been outmaneuvered.
But now, seeing Gu Changqing and hearing his nonchalant "It's nothing special."
Duobao, Jinling Shengmu, Zhao Gongming and the others felt a sudden jolt in their hearts!
Yup!
How could they forget!
They still have their senior brother (junior brother) Changqing from the Jie Sect!
What esoteric schemes and open plots! What saintly status!
What is this compared to the absolute power of Senior Brother Changqing, who alone and with his sword could subdue a newly promoted saint to the point of not daring to move?!
In an instant, everyone's hearts, which had just sunk to the bottom, were ignited once again!
It was an almost blind, fanatical trust!
"Brother Changqing!"
Zhao Gongming, the most impatient of them all, couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed over in a few strides, his face full of excitement and anticipation.
"You...you already have a way to break through this Xuanmen's open scheme?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Changqing!" Qiongxiao also came over, her big eyes sparkling with admiration.
"You just said 'it's nothing special,' you must have some amazing backup plan!"
"I knew it! Senior Brother Changqing is a master strategist, he will definitely not let that old man Hongjun's evil scheme succeed!"
Bixiao echoed, her little face full of excitement.
As the eldest disciple, Daoist Duobao, though not as outwardly expressive as the others, quickly stepped forward, bowed solemnly to Gu Changqing, and asked in a trembling, expectant tone.
"Junior Brother Changqing, please enlighten me!"
"We are foolish and only see the gains and losses before our eyes, but we have not seen through the calculations behind them. Now the Xuanmen is powerful and uses the position of saint as bait to recruit powerful beings from all over the world. If this continues, our Jie Sect will be in danger!"
"I wonder what brilliant idea you have, junior brother, to suppress the power of the Xuanmen?"
For a time, all the hopes of the entire hall were pinned on Gu Changqing alone.
Even the Tongtian Sect Leader, who sat high above, lowered his deep gaze, which carried a hint of inquiry.
He was also very curious about what earth-shattering words his unpredictable apprentice could say.
however.
He was faced with the burning anticipation of the crowd that almost melted him.
Surrounded by others, Gu Changqing simply blinked slowly, a pure and undisguised bewilderment appearing on his slightly drunken face.
He first looked at Zhao Gongming, then at Qiongxiao, and finally his gaze fell on Duobao.
It was as if they didn't understand what they were saying.
"what?"
He opened his mouth and uttered a single syllable filled with doubt.
"What suppression of the Xuanmen's power?"
This rhetorical question is both light and airy.
It was like a bucket of ice water from the depths of hell, poured down on the heads of Duobao, Jinling, Zhao Gongming, and everyone else in an instant!
So cool!
The entire Biyou Palace fell into a deathly silence once again.
A deathly silence, more eerie and awkward than before.
Everyone's movements and expressions froze completely at that moment.
Zhao Gongming's excited forward charge froze.
Qiongxiao's sparkling expression of admiration froze.
The Daoist Duobao, who had been bowing respectfully in seeking guidance, also froze.
What did they hear?
What... suppressing the power of the Xuanmen?
So you weren't even listening to our analysis all this time?!
So what did you mean by "that's all there is to it"?
An utterly absurd feeling surged wildly in the hearts of all the disciples of the Jie Sect.
Good guy!
Judging from your nonchalant tone just now, as if you regarded all the heroes of the world as nothing, I thought you had already seen through everything and had some earth-shattering plan to make your move!
It took a long time!
You just drank too much and mumbled something off the cuff?
For a moment, Daoist Duobao felt his old face burning.
Zhao Gongming wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
So embarrassing!
This is even more embarrassing than being publicly slapped in the face by a saint!
In this awkward atmosphere, so awkward you could practically dig a three-bedroom apartment out with your toes.
Gu Changqing seemed completely unaware of the changes around him.
He scratched his messy hair, let out a loud burp, and continued muttering to himself.
"All this scheming and plotting, it's so troublesome..."
"Uh... I'll just... go drink my wine."
Done.
He didn't even glance at the crowd again. He simply picked up his wine gourd, strode around with an air of indifference, and staggered out of Biyou Palace.
That silhouette was still so languid, so dashing.
Soon, it disappeared from everyone's sight.
Only Duobao, Jinling, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao, and other core disciples of the Jie Sect remained inside the main hall, standing frozen in place as if petrified.
You look at me, I look at you.
Their faces were filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
numb!
I'm completely numb!
Although they had long been used to Gu Changqing's unconventional and cynical nature!
But today, everyone felt as if they had been "tricked" by him.
After a long silence, Duobao finally spoke with a wry smile:
"Junior Brother Changqing..."
He wanted to say something.
But in the end, he didn't say it.
Clearly, he didn't know whether to marvel at or criticize Gu Changqing's unusual thought process.
Jin Ling, Wu Dang, Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals, and the others also looked at each other in silence.
However, at this moment.
Sitting upright on the cloud bed, the imposing Tongtian gazed intently in the direction Gu Changqing had left.
There was a deeper meaning in his eyes.
For some reason, Tongtian had a feeling.
That is... Gu Changqing, despite his outwardly indifferent demeanor and apparent lack of concern for anything.
But he certainly wouldn't stand idly by and watch the Xuanmen sect grow stronger again.
Who knows... this kid is up to something again.
This thought, though without any reason, actually eased Tongtian's previously heavy feeling slightly.
......
And they didn't see it.
the other side.
Slurring his breath, Gu Changqing staggered back to his cave.
goo-dong...
goo-dong...
He tilted his head back and gulped down several more mouthfuls of wine.
But then, his previously confused and bewildered eyes regained some clarity.
"Uh......"
"The Xuanmen sect's creation of a saint...this...is indeed quite difficult!"