Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 131 Lao Deng, a Skilled Man

Zhang Ze felt that his plan was simply genius.

Since the clan leader wants to play an identity game, he will take advantage of his own strategy and start from a direction that the clan leader is not familiar with.

Lao Deng must be stubborn and unable to accept new things.

When they started playing cards later, he would definitely lose miserably, with a face full of slips of paper, but the clan leader could not get angry because he was hiding his identity.

Although this behavior seemed like stroking the tiger's whiskers, Zhang Ze felt that as long as he pretended to know nothing, everything could be explained away.

Kids just like to play, and these senior and junior brothers also did it.

The Sword Sect is a famous and righteous family. They can't just kill people to silence them for such a small matter.

"Lao Deng, you are doomed to suffer in silence." Zhang Ze laughed in his heart and stole a glance at Zhong Hui.

It’s him, Lao Deng is pretending to be Zhong Hui.

After investigation along the way, Zhang Ze has concluded that Lao Deng is Zhong Hui and Zhong Hui is Lao Deng.

After calming down his excitement, Zhang Ze began to distribute card decks to everyone.

He also cordially invited his senior brother Zhong to play a game first.

The result of this game was just as Zhang Ze expected, Zhong Hui lost quickly.

"Activate the Trap Card, Fukiji's Treasure."

Zhang Ze ended the game cleanly and neatly, then stuck a note on Zhong Hui's face.

In order to avoid making his intentions too obvious, he divided the men into groups and started a chaotic fight.

Naturally, Zhong Hui lost the most, but what Zhang Ze didn't expect was that Junior Brother Wei was very talented and kept winning.

He also put the most notes on Zhong Hui's face.

Zhong Hui's face under the note also looked a little ugly, as if he could not hold it anymore.

Zhang Ze had drunk two sips of B wine, and he had made Lao Deng look bad, so he was a little too proud of himself. At this moment, he was so happy that he didn't know which way was which.

Zhang Ze hugged Junior Brother Wei and patted his shoulders.

"Xiao Wei, you are really amazing. Look at Senior Brother Zhong, he haha."

"This is my first time playing, and I'm not as good as Brother Zhang." Junior Brother Wei smiled shyly.

"I'm telling the truth. Come to Qianji Pavilion some other day and I'll treat you to a drink."

As he said this, he was about to give Xiao Wei some wine.

"No, no, I don't know how." Junior Brother Wei waved his hands quickly.

But as soon as Zhang Ze raised his hand, he was grabbed by someone.

Zhang Ze turned around and found that it was his brother-in-law.

The brother-in-law looked at Zhang Ze as if he were a lunatic, snatched his wine jug, then took a step back and bowed respectfully to Xiao Wei.

"Father, it's done."

Xiao Wei sighed, "You are so boring."

After saying that, he waved to Chen Musheng, and Pavilion Master Chen obediently turned around and left.

"Still drinking?" The Sword Sect's leader, whose pseudonym is Xiao Wei and whose real name is Chen Qianhu, took Zhang Ze's hand away from his shoulder.

At this time, the mountain breeze blew, and Zhang Ze was sober. He did not dare to look at the sect leader, but looked at Zhong Hui and others.

I plan to drag a few people down with me.

But Zhong Hui and the others smiled at Zhang Ze, then simultaneously transformed into the appearance of the sect leader, and then simultaneously disappeared between heaven and earth.

These people are all the sect leader’s Dharma incarnations.

"You, this face, him, his body" Zhang Ze was a little incoherent.

Where is the three-meter-tall, bald, white-bearded, muscular swordsman?
Zhang Ze felt that he had been deceived.

"This is my true appearance." The sect leader looked at Zhang Ze with interest.

Zhang Ze, who was being played around by the sect leader, had his hands shaking a little, or rather, his whole body was shaking.

He swore in his heart that he would never drink with anyone from Old Chen's family again.

bAlcohol is harmful to people.

And he suddenly realized one thing. Zhang Ze knew who his junior sister learned the acting skill of changing her face as easily as drinking soup from.

Her father.

As expected, Lao Deng is more skilled.

Zhang Ze, willing to accept defeat, stood up respectfully, stood in front of the clan leader and saluted.

"Hello, father-in-law." He tried to build closer rapport.

"It's a little early." The clan leader's tone was calm and unperturbed.

When Zhang Ze was wondering whether to call him Uncle Chen or Brother Chen, he saw the sect leader waving his hand.

"Just call me Sect Master, that way you'll feel more comfortable."

"Hello, Sect Leader." Zhang Ze greeted again.

"Yeah." The sect leader nodded.

Just then, the mountain breeze blew away the last trace of alcohol from Zhang Ze's body, and his mind became active again. "Hey! Just now, when I called him father-in-law, the old sect leader didn't get angry, but said it was a little early?"

"Does this mean it's done?!"

With the sunshine, Zhang Ze began to shine again.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to flatter the Sect Master for his strategic planning, he heard the Sect Master say, "I did overlook that Zhong Hui statement. It's great that you noticed it."

"It's just that I'm all around you, so it doesn't really affect the outcome."

Zhang Ze felt that this was the sect leader praising him, so he began to climb up the ladder.

"The Sect Master is really smart in taking advantage of Elder Ma's trick."

The clan leader frowned, "It's either me or Xiao Ma."

Judging from the sect leader's tone, he didn't seem to like this topic very much, so Zhang Ze shut up again.

Perhaps the sect leader also felt that Elder Ma’s matter was meaningless, and remembering what he had just said on the mountain path, he sighed.

"The Sword Sect's rules are still in place, so Elder Ma has lost all his salary for the past thirty years."

Zhang Ze kept silent. He felt that he couldn't continue the conversation.

All he could do was pray in his heart for Elder Ma who had suffered such an unexpected disaster.

After punishing Elder Ma, the sect leader waved to Zhang Ze, indicating that Zhang Ze should follow him.

"Let me ask you something."

Coming to the fence, Zhang Ze stood a little behind the sect leader, waiting for the sect leader to ask questions.

Then he heard the sect leader ask, "Are you really planning to deduce the mind method?"

"Oh?" Zhang Ze was not worried about being exposed, because this matter was not a secret to the sect leader.

The Master of Zhengyi Pavilion, my junior sisters and the others all knew about this, so it was normal for the Sect Master to know about it.

He was just curious why the sect leader suddenly asked this question.

But the sect leader misunderstood.

"You are not the only one doing this in the Four Continents."

"You were previously refining your technique in the Sword Pavilion. Now that you have established your foundation, if you want to continue, you will inevitably encounter problems with your mental skills."

"This is a hurdle that everyone who takes this path will encounter."

"As for your chance, that's your own business. I don't care."

"The Four Continents have been home to countless geniuses for tens of thousands of years, but how many of them can stand on equal footing with me?"

"It's just a chance, it can be seen everywhere. My little daughter is the only one who has the Supreme Bone."

The sect leader's previous words really shocked Zhang Ze.

That is the power of the master who is supreme alone.

But when talking about Chen Qin, the clan leader's temperament was gone, his voice became light, his tone rose, and he was very proud.

Zhang Ze bit his lip, suppressing the urge to complain.

He also wanted to ask if the junior sister's supreme bone was that supreme bone, but he held back.

The clan leader seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his tone, and he paused for a moment before continuing.

"This road is very dangerous, do you know that?" The sect leader's bossy temperament returned a little.

Zhang Ze recalled his own fancy death and nodded, "I know."

"Are you still going on?" asked the clan leader.

"Go on." Zhang Ze answered without thinking.

"Think it over carefully," said the clan leader.

"I've thought about it." Zhang Ze replied.

The Sect Master knocked on the railing and said, "Don't take this path. If you follow me and cultivate your sword skills, I can guarantee that you will achieve Mahayana status within three hundred years."

Zhang Ze believed that what the sect leader said was true, and he also knew that this was a great opportunity. If he had heard this when he just traveled through time, he would definitely agree with his eyes closed.

But then was before and now is now.

Zhang Ze shook his head.

"I promised my junior sister that I would build her a real Thousand Machines City."

"I also promised Lily and those Thousand Machine Monks that I would find a way for them."

"They all believe me, and there's no reason for me to be a deserter."

"Besides, I think I'm pretty capable, and this will definitely work."

The sect leader turned around and looked at Zhang Ze for a long time. Just when Zhang Ze felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, the sect leader spoke.

"We've been delayed for a long time. Xiaoqin must be waiting anxiously. Let's go." The sect leader patted Zhang Ze's shoulder and motioned him to follow him.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Have a meal."

The sect leader walked away from the observation deck.

(End of this chapter)