Hong Yunsheng smiled and nodded as he stepped onto the stage, but Bai Shaoliu in the audience noticed that his footsteps were slightly trembling. Hong Yunsheng had been extremely nervous all along, and he too had seen Shang Yunfei's unusual behavior earlier, which had stretched his nerves to the breaking point. This man didn't know what was happening, but he had been suspecting danger drawing closer and closer, his emotions almost reaching a boiling point. Yet he still had a task at hand, so he steeled himself and continued with his speech on stage.

  The lectern in the front center of the venue was very elegant and beautiful, with a completely transparent organic glass surface, on which a wireless microphone was placed, supported by a slender crystal-like transparent square pillar below. Hong Yunsheng stood on the stage speaking, his entire body visible from head to toe. Just as he stepped onto the stage without saying a word, a sudden, ear-piercing crackling sound came from below the stage, followed by crashing and shattering sounds that shocked the entire audience. The sound was too abrupt, startling everyone, and Hong Yunsheng's body suddenly went limp, knocking over the microphone on the lectern.

  The sound of the microphone falling over attracted everyone's attention to look up at the stage, where Hong Yunsheng's face was deathly pale and his body was shaking. A small puddle of warm liquid had flowed down from his pants leg and wet the floor. Looking at his pants, a damp stain could be seen from the crotch to the right pant leg. Hong Yunsheng was like a startled bird, and when there was a sudden crisp sound from below the stage, he finally couldn't hold it in and was so scared that he urinated in his pants in front of everyone!

  Everyone wanted to laugh, but felt that this occasion should not be laughed out loud, so they all endured it, their expressions becoming very strange. At this time, the venue became eerily quiet, with only Hong Yunsheng, who had wet his pants, standing there trembling and holding onto the podium. This was supposed to be a "noble" gathering, but unexpectedly it turned into a dramatic farce.

  What was that loud noise just now? It was the wine glass in Xiao Bai's hand that fell. Actually, a single wine glass falling on the carpet wouldn't make much of a sound, but Xiao Bai had two glasses in his hand. Just as Hong Yunsheng was about to speak and the whole room had fallen silent, one of the glasses in Xiao Bai's left hand "accidentally" fell first, followed by his hand shaking and the other glass falling rapidly, violently colliding with the first glass in mid-air before it even hit the ground. Xiao Bai's hands moved quickly, so even if others saw it, they would only think he accidentally dropped a wine glass, yet somehow managed to produce such an astonishing sound!

  Bai Xiaochun clearly knew that Hong Yunsong's heart was already tense to the limit, and with just a bit more stimulation, he would likely lose his composure in public. However, he didn't expect him to actually wet his pants. This time, Hong Yunsong had lost face so badly that from now on, he probably wouldn't be able to hold his head up high in the social circle again. This incident would become a permanent joke and a source of shame for him. Since Bai Xiaochun couldn't kill Hong Yunsong like Qing Xun did, at least he could take advantage of the situation to vent some anger.

  Yang Yunfurrowed his brow and looked at Xiao Bai, Feng Junzi beside him said: "Yunfei, don't vent your anger on others." The two turned their heads to look at Hong Yunsheng on the stage almost in unison, saying: "Useless thing!"

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  Qingchen didn't have long wings, she couldn't fly. The monk also didn't have long wings, but he could tread on air and walk, with one hand still holding Qingchen. This was already the second time Qingchen had "flown" in the sky, the first time was when Mr. Mei saved her, a hundred-foot-long silk suddenly appeared and wrapped her up, taking her away from the sky at a speed as fast as a shooting star. In comparison, the monk's "flight" wasn't high or fast or far, but it was enough to take Qingchen out of danger.

  The monk pulled on Qingchen's arm, but only lightly borrowed strength. Qingchen felt the power of weightlessness came from the invisible air surrounding Zhou's body. It emanated from a purple-gold alms bowl spinning in front of the monk not far away. The monk took her flying over two blocks and landed in a quiet, deserted alley. He put away the alms bowl and strode forward with big steps. The monk walked faster on the ground than he flew in the sky, his strides light and effortless, giving people the feeling that it was not him walking, but the entire ground moving, rapidly retreating backwards.

  Qing Chen was not used to being pulled by strangers, after landing she lightly withdrew her elbow and brought her arm back, then with internal force operating under her feet, she sped forward at a speed that was actually faster than the monk. The two figures were like flowing light and shadow, moving at a speed that ordinary people could hardly see, they quickly left the city of Wuyou and arrived in the desolate wilderness where no one was around.

  "Miss benefactress, slow down a bit, won't you? No one is chasing us. Your divine speed is even faster than mine, I can barely keep up." The monk shouted to Qingchen as he ran.

  Qingchen stopped in his tracks and turned to face the monk, bowing deeply. "Thank you, great master, for saving me! May I ask who you are and why you happened to appear here to help me?"

  The monk replied evasively: "What did you just call me? Master?"

  Qing Chen: "You are a monk who has renounced worldly life, your cultivation is so high, of course I should call you 'Master'."

  The monk stroked his bald head and chuckled: "I love to hear that, so you can call me Master. To say that my cultivation is high is not worthy of me, the Buddha's Dharma is profound and I have not yet entered the door, even the magical powers obtained through verification are not considered outstanding, just now I used all my strength to display the divine movement method, and almost couldn't catch up with you."

  Qing Chen: "The method of divine movement? What does it mean? I've never heard of it before!"

  Monk: "The shape of the royal block, with the terrain as a tool, is called the royal tool but actually it's using tools to control people. Isn't that what they call the divine law? I see you wielding your long spear, you've already grasped the essence of the royal tool method, how could you not understand this? Hmm, maybe our masters are different, so the methods are different too, anyway it's just about running fast."

  Qing Chen: "I really don't understand what you're saying, I'll ask Master later. May I ask, Master, what is your Dharma name?"

  "Monk: 'Everyone I know calls me San Shao Monk, you can call me Master San Shao.'"

  Qing Chen: "San Shao?"

  Monk: "When I was young, I loved to sleep, play and eat. My fourth master told me to sleep a little less, my third master told me to play a little less, and my ninth master told me to eat a little less. When I grew up and received the precepts, my Dharma name became 'Three Less'. I think this name is great, with many Buddhas there are also three less monks. Have you heard of Many Treasures Buddha?..."

  He opened his mouth and was unclear, Qingchen had to interrupt him: "Third Master Sha, first of all, thank you for saving me, why did you want to help me?"

  San Shao Monk: "Actually, you don't have to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Mei, the master of Kunlun Alliance. He had something urgent and couldn't come himself, so he asked me to help you out. You should know Mr. Mei, I heard he even saved your life before."

  "Kunlun Alliance Master? What is a Kunlun Alliance Master? I know Mr. Mei, but I don't know what kind of person he is. Master, since you've come to rescue me on his orders, can you tell me about Mr. Mei's background?" Suddenly, the Third Young Monk mentioned Mr. Mei, that mysterious and unfathomable man who had once hurt Qingchen and then saved her, talking about that reasoning of killing people to save them. Unexpectedly, this monk was specially sent by Mr. Mei to help Qingchen. Qingchen had always been curious about Mr. Mei's background, and finally had the opportunity to ask.

  San Shao Monk: "Actually, it can't be said that I saved you. The great divine power of Master Shang Yunfei's technique is such that even if Mr. Mei himself came, he might not have been able to win easily. There was someone else who lent a hand to help you."

  This monk speaks nonsense and often answers irrelevantly, leaving Qingchen bewildered: "Shang Yunfei? Isn't he the financial magnate of Shanmo Country? How did he become your master's uncle?"

  San Shao: "It can't be considered that I'm his junior, we didn't come from the same temple. According to our cultivation generation, I should call him 'Shifu'. Now he's no longer a Kunlun cultivator, actually I don't have to call him 'Shifu', but it's still more convenient to address him as 'Shifu'..."

  Qing Chen couldn't help but interrupt him again: "Master San Shao, can you tell me one by one? Who is Mr. Mei? What's the story with the Kunlun Alliance?"

  San Shao and the monk finally came back to their senses and looked at Qingchen carefully, asking: "So you really don't know anything?"

  Qing Chen: "Of course I don't know anything, no one has ever told me these things."

  San Shao Monk: "Didn't Mr. Mei say anything?"

  Qing Chen: "Nothing, what were you just talking about?"

  San Shao Monk: "It seems that Mr. Mei entrusted me not only to save you, but also to tell you stories, he knows I'm good at talking! Where do I start? Let's begin with the story of the three great masters of Kunlun."

  "Wait, what is Kunlun? Who are the three great masters?"

  "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. This matter is long-winded and needs to be told from the beginning! Master, please sit down and listen as I slowly tell you..." As he spoke, he sat cross-legged on the floor with his robes neatly arranged around him. Qingchen had no choice but to sit down opposite him and listen as he began to recount a tale she had never heard before. When speaking to others, San Shao Monk was somewhat evasive, but when telling stories, he was vivid and engaging...

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  PS: Recommend several new books, mainly recommending authors.

  1. Old Crab is always diligent in writing books, but the characteristic is that there are too many private goods carried with it, which is similar to Jing Jiao Zhu. This time, Old Crab has opened a new book "Da Mo Du" (book number 148355), which is worth expecting.

  2. Zhī Qiū's big name doesn't need me to say more, I also subscribed to the full text of "Historical Dust". Recently, Zhī Qiū opened a new book "Fierce Beast Record" (book number 142626), which surprised people, it is a completely different style attempt. Compared to the heaviness of "Dust", the new book's humorous writing style is especially eye-catching.

  3. Another first-author Xu Qifeng has a new book "Superpower Master in Campus" (book number 137706), which I personally think is a very plain book, but it's relaxing to read. In short, when encouragement is needed, I also hope everyone can go and support and encourage them.

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