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Chapter 113 The Conference Turns into a Wild Outing: The Adults' Tactics

As a father, if he has the financial means, is it too much to ask his daughter to have a snack?

As a husband, a man who is responsible for the family, it's normal to buy some snacks for your family to cheer them up, right?

The lion-slaying ceremony is about to begin. As a bystander, would you still be a qualified bystander if you didn't have some snacks in your hand?

Therefore, Zhou Ye did not think there was anything wrong with buying some roasted chestnuts.

His daughters, sons, and wives had long since gone home, and the streets had become deserted again. But Zhou Ye stood in front of the roasted chestnut stall, not moving an inch, his eyes fixed on the stall.

Gongsun Lan wanted to turn on him and make a move, but every time she was about to, Zhou Ye's murderous aura would intensify, pressing down on her and preventing her from acting rashly. She could only keep stirring the chestnuts in the pot.

Three hundred pounds!

She had been stir-frying for three hours straight, but had only managed to produce 200 jin (100 kg). Originally, she only had one pot, but the Zhou family was very kind and bought her two more pots, so she had to use three pots to stir-fry together.

"You've been using it for too long. Do you know how to toss the food in the pan?"

In short, Gongsun Lan had no choice but to start stir-frying chestnuts by tossing them in a wok until midnight, finally completing today's order: 300 jin of sugar-roasted chestnuts.

"My lord, it's done—it's finished—"

Gongsun Lan was too weak to fight back; she couldn't even lift her sword. So she could only hope that Zhou Ye would let her go.

"Tell me, who sent you to deal with our family? My patience has run out. I only want to hear what I want to hear, otherwise—you know what I mean."

I understand you, NNGT!

Gongsun Lan really wanted to curse, but she knew what the situation was: "Sir, I don't know who it was. I just received a bonus to poison someone here today—yesterday. And the other party didn't ask me to do anything. As long as I was here, I would receive three thousand taels of gold."

Wow, so rich!

Zhou Ye nodded. He knew Gongsun Lan wasn't lying, and he finally made his move: he extended his hand to Gongsun Lan.

"My lord, this is—"

"Money, three thousand taels of gold."

Gongsun Lan was dumbfounded. Was this... asking her for money?

Seeing that she didn't move, Zhou Ye took matters into his own hands, picked up Gongsun Lan, turned her over, and shook her violently a few times. A bunch of things fell off Gongsun Lan's body, and even half of the human skin mask on her face was shaken off.

After collecting all the silver and gold notes he had rummaged through the small pile of things on the ground, Zhou Ye then carried away the several hundred pounds of roasted chestnuts.

Gongsun Lan sat on the ground, recalling everything that had happened.

What kind of organization is the Red Shoes?

If you ask others, the answer will definitely be two words: assassin!

But in Zhou Ye's eyes, they were not an organization at all, at most a gang, and the kind of loose gang with extremely unstable relationships that could disband at any time. They were idle people in the underworld who could not be brought into the open.

Why?

Because the red shoes are full of women, if these women do not belong to the same man, their chain of interests will eventually break.

"Didn't you bring him back?"

The women hadn't slept. When they saw Zhou Ye return, they all rushed over and took all the things from his hands. Lianxing brought a cup of tea and placed it in front of Zhou Ye.

"What's the point of bringing this back?" Zhou Ye's tone was relatively calm: "Besides making you jealous, it's useless. The only useful information is that someone is willing to spend three thousand taels of gold to cause us trouble."

"No, I don't think so—"

Huang Rong took a sip of tea and continued, "I think this is more like a test. Whether it succeeds or not, it's still a test. If it fails, the other party will only lose some money. If it succeeds, it can throw our family into chaos, and then throw the martial arts world into chaos as well."

Yaoyue sneered, "When the martial world descends into chaos, the biggest beneficiary will likely be the imperial court. Could it be that the events in the capital have been uncovered?"

At this point, everyone's eyes fell on Ruyan, because Ji Yaohua was another person who knew about Ruyan's amazing disguise skills.

"It shouldn't be my junior sister—" Ru Yan thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I finally managed to get rid of the An family's control, my junior sister shouldn't expose me. Even if she found out, it should be someone else."

Dai Qisi didn't participate in the conversation, nor did Wang Yuyan. They were responsible for serving tea and water to their sisters. It wasn't that they didn't know, but rather that they simply didn't want to put their minds to it.

"Our intelligence gathering scope is still not wide enough. If we could simultaneously grasp the slightest movements in both the martial arts world and the imperial court—" Huang Xuemei glanced at Zhou Ye: "then we wouldn't be so passive now."

The establishment of the intelligence network was personally designated by Zhou Ye, who also set many restrictions, one of which was that the number of personnel must be kept below one hundred.

With a weapon in hand, the urge to kill arises spontaneously.

No one knew the ultimate fate of a massive intelligence agency better than Zhou Ye.

He didn't want to be emperor, nor did he want to dominate the martial arts world. He also didn't want to leave his children a deadly threat. Therefore, the Zhou family's intelligence work was only responsible for defense.

Zhou Ye sensed the women's dissatisfaction. They disliked the feeling of being schemed against and helpless. Of course, Zhou Ye himself didn't like it either, but he was patient: "Just wait. Now that we've started, we can't just stop here. Don't rush, take your time."

The Lion-Slaying Assembly was about to begin, and the martial arts practitioners at the foot of the mountain began to ascend. Zhou Ye also led his family up the mountain, without taking a carriage, because the open space in front of Shaolin Temple was not large, and a carriage would take up space and affect public transportation. Civilized people would not do such a thing.

When the time came, those with invitations could enter the Shaolin Temple, while those without could only shout outside. Everything was fine until they reached the Zhou family, where they were stuck.

In large gatherings like this, the default rule is one invitation per person. But if it's within a sect, it becomes one invitation per sect. In the case of the Zhou family, if he brought two or three people in, Shaolin wouldn't say anything. But the problem is that he didn't just bring two or three; there must be twenty or thirty of them, big and small.

"Please wait a moment, Patriarch Zhou, I need to report to the abbot."

"Okay, go and come back quickly."

The head monk ran very fast, and then returned in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. He said cautiously, "Master Zhou, the abbot said—you brought too many people, and the temple is afraid that we won't be able to provide adequate hospitality, so could we—"

The meaning is clear: you can go in, but not so many people.

Zhou Ye laughed: "Master, you don't know this, but just two days ago, right here at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, someone spent three thousand taels of gold to send assassins to poison my family. Luckily, I discovered it early, otherwise a tragedy would have occurred. Look at my wives, they're so beautiful, and the girls are all still young. If I went in and left them outside, what if they were attacked again? Then—how crazy would I go?"

I broke out in a cold sweat!

When Zhou Ye said this, he released all his killing intent. The guest monk had never experienced such a scene before, and his bald head was covered in cold sweat.

But at that moment, Zhou Ye suddenly withdrew his murderous aura and laughed, "However, Shaolin has its own rules, and I'm a person who values ​​rules the most. Since we can't all go in, then we won't go in."

After saying that, he slapped the invitation into the monk's hand, and then, with his wife and children, walked towards the other side of the mountain. They found a relatively flat hillside, opened the package, first spread out a large blanket, and then arranged the food inside one by one in the middle.

After finishing these tasks, Zhou Ye first took off his shoes, and then lay down like this—

The children followed suit, and all their shoes, big and small, flew up into the air. Then they ran and jumped barefoot on the hillside, filling it with laughter and joy.

If we can't go to Shaolin Temple, then let's go on a field trip instead. Wherever we go, it's all the same.

"You don't seem to want to get involved? What's wrong? Didn't we agree to lend a hand secretly? You're not going to help?"

Zhou Ye didn't even open his eyes before tilting his head and resting it on Huang Rong's lap: "What are you saying? We should help if we can, but now they won't let us in, so we can't help even if we wanted to."

"You're wrong. You must have known something before you did it on purpose, right?"

Zhou Ye smiled but didn't reply.

According to my memory, the Lion-Slaying Assembly ended in a complete mess. Shaolin Temple had internal problems, and if it weren't for Zhang Wuji and the Ming Cult's help, the Shaolin sect would have been wiped out.

If Shaolin allowed him to bring his whole family in, he would have an excuse to help, such as ensuring the safety of his wife and children.

But now that they won't let him in, he has no reason to make a move.

Just watch the show.

Only Zhou Ye's family went up the mountain this time. Xiao Feng and A'Zhu did not go up the mountain, but stayed at the inn at the foot of the mountain.

"A crow flies an airplane!"

Zhou Ye didn't even open his eyes. He stretched out his left hand and supported his third son's bottom, because if he didn't support him, the brat would sit on his stomach.

Although there won't be any harm—but son, what father likes to have his son sit on his lap?

"Wuhu!"

The second girl flew over and sat on her father's stomach, then Zhou Ye gently pulled her away and bounced her to the side. The little girl went off to play happily.

"Dad—"

The third son was unhappy and insisted on being treated the same as his sisters, but his father slapped him on the bottom and he walked away grumbling.

"Favoring girls over boys!" Yaoyue said unhappily, "What's wrong with letting the dolls play for a bit?"

"Exactly!" Wang Yuyan chimed in again, "They're all from your Zhou family, you have to treat them all equally!"

"Why are you trying to reason with him?"

Huang Rong called all the children over, arranged them into two rows according to boys and girls, and then said to them, "Watch closely, we're going to have a competition!"

After saying that, she jogged a few steps, then leaped up and sat on Zhou Ye's stomach. But she quickly used the reaction force from Zhou Ye's stomach to bounce up, dove 360 ​​degrees in the air, and then landed gently.

"See that? We'll have a competition. Whoever jumps the farthest wins, and the winner doesn't need to practice today!"

Upon hearing that they didn't have to do homework, the children's eyes lit up like little suns!

Arrange them in order of age!

So Xiao Zhou Zhao was the last one. She sat sweetly next to her father's head, watching her older brothers and sisters jump one after another. She would ask her father with heartache if it hurt.

Zhou Ye was deeply moved. Why was he so biased towards his little girl? This was the reason!

"Don't worry, Dad will let you win!"

In the end, the little girl won, of course. She bounced the furthest. Even though all the children knew that their father had secretly helped them, no one took it seriously and accepted the result.

but----

Watching her older siblings sit in a row, meditating and practicing their skills, little Zhou Zhao practiced the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) on the grass to the side, her eyes brimming with tears.

We agreed not to practice martial arts, but the old lady meant not to practice internal energy cultivation, not qinggong (lightness skill).

Dad —

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