Chapter 1104

When Qingjing Sanren heard the words, his eyes gradually brightened, then he raised his hands, bowed to Fangzheng, and said, "You have been taught, you are poor."

Fangzheng said: "Benefactor, the poor monk can see that you have a strong social influence. In fact, compared with ordinary people, your influence is comparable to supernatural powers. For example, the poor monk will get the tickets for this conference. If not, you can come if you want. Another example..."

"Pin Dao understands." Qingjing Sanren interrupted Fangzheng's words.

Seeing this, Fangzheng chuckled. They are all savvy people, needless to say so much.

Qingjing Sanren looked at the bright moon in the sky and said: "I figured it out, the moon has become beautiful."

At this moment, a pure white hand stretched out in front of Qingjing Sanren, dragging the dead branch in the palm, and a confused little bug lay on the side of the dead branch. A warm voice sounded next to my ear: "Try blowing again."

The Qingjing Sanren was astonished, and gave Fang Zheng a blank look, but the amorous look of the fairy's glance made the monk's face blush. It was the first time that Fangzheng saw such a young girl's mentality of Qingjing Sanren, as if he had transformed from a fairy into a terrestrial girl at that moment.

But everyone has a love for beauty, and Fangzheng doesn't care about beauty, and he won't have other thoughts, but will appreciate it openly. There is no dust in the heart, so why be afraid of others? Face it calmly and smile slightly, like a green pine.

Seeing Fangzheng's pure eyes, Qingjing Sanren was also taken aback for a moment. It was the first time she saw a person who could be so upright and unscrupulous since she was a child, but without any frivolous, pure appreciation.

Qingjing Sanren smiled slightly, turned his head and blew on the dead branches and bugs in Fangzheng's palm.

The little bug shrank back into the dead branch as if it had been frightened.

Qingjing Sanren waited for a while, but didn't see any changes in the dead branches, so he asked, "It's gone?"

"That's right, if you call it out, you will naturally have to send it home. This is also the law of fate." Fangzheng chuckled, and put the dead branch back into the flower pot.

The pure Sanren suddenly became dumb...

Just when Qingjing Sanren was about to leave, she suddenly heard a movement in the flower pot, looked down, and saw the dead branches in the flower pot suddenly moved, and she thought, "The insects are coming out again?"

Sure enough, the bug ran out all of a sudden, and it seemed a little reluctant. Qingjing Sanren was wondering, when he saw the dead branch move again, and then the old skin fell off and turned green, and the buds came out one by one, the branches began to grow rapidly, getting higher and higher, the branches sprouted, and the green leaves spread out , a flower blooms!

This turned out to be a pot of golden chrysanthemums!

The golden chrysanthemum raised its head high, and looked extraordinarily beautiful under the moonlight!

Looking at this scene, the Qingjing Sanren was stunned. He didn't know what to say, so he looked at Fangzheng after a while.

Fangzheng smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "Supernatural powers."

Qingjing Sanren also smiled back and said, "Thank you, mage, for answering the poor Taoist's questions." As she said, Fangzheng said before, although the fundamental doubts in her heart were solved, she was still confused about whether she had supernatural powers.

But at this moment, all her confusion disappeared at the moment when the golden chrysanthemum bloomed.

The transparency of the soul and the clarity of the Lingtai made her feel that the world has become more beautiful and the air has become more free.

The two of them didn't intend to go back to the banquet hall, but they walked side by side and walked up the stairs to the top floor, which is the floor of the main hall of Faxiang Temple. Standing on the highest point, overlooking the entire Hoan Kiem Lake, the mood Another kind of refreshment.

The two talked about what happened after they separated, about the comprehension between heaven and earth, the more they talked, the more joyful they were, and finally they sat on the floor, leaning against the guardrail, and chatted while watching Mingyue... At this moment, there is no fairy tale relationship between the two of them. Qi, the appearance of the living Buddha, is like two children, chatting freely with a pure heart.

As for things downstairs...

"Will it be impolite for the host of the banquet to find out that we're not here?" Fang Zheng asked.

"It's okay, that's my uncle. If I don't go, he doesn't dare to say anything. Otherwise, I'll let my grandpa beat him!" Qingjing Sanren smiled with a bit of a little daughter attitude.

When Fangzheng heard this, he suddenly realized, no wonder she was treated so well after she came, the relationship is like a family! That being the case, Fangzheng was completely relaxed, so he didn't have to worry about tarnishing the face of the Qing Sanren, so let's chat on it. Anyway, he doesn't like that kind of party with a commercial atmosphere...

Meanwhile, the banquet hall.

Businessmen, politicians, and representatives of religious sects were exchanging joyously, and service personnel came and went, creating a lively scene.

At this moment, the high platform suddenly lit up, and when everyone saw it, they immediately fell silent. They knew that today's protagonist was about to appear on stage. Host of this event! Many businessmen and politicians looked at the high platform expectantly.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out slowly, and everyone laughed when they saw this.

The man was dressed in a neat suit. Judging by his age, he didn't seem to be too old. He was only in his forties or fifties. His face was kind and majestic.

"Grandpa, who is this? It's very impressive." Xiao Xun asked in a low voice.

Chen Daoyuan said in a low voice: "This is the organizer of this conference, the contemporary head of the Ruan family, the first family in YN country. Although he is young, his skills are incomparably powerful. Whether it is politics or business, he has great influence in YN. He has a decisive influence. Some people say that the Ruan family is the head of YN. Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it can also prove the strength of the Ruan family from the side."

When Chen Xiaoxun heard it, he was stunned: "The Ruan family? Is it the Ruan family again? That bastard from before seems to belong to the Ruan family too, right?"

"You don't understand this, people with the surname Ruan account for 40% of the total population in YN country! This Ruan family is not the other Ruan's family. The difference between the two is almost equivalent to the difference between us and Fangzheng. Except for the same surname, The rest have nothing to do with it." Chen Daoyuan said.

Chen Xiaoxun grinned and said, "This...isn't it amazing? The ancestors of the Ruan family are so fertile? Forty percent of the population in the country is named Ruan... amazing!"

Chen Daoyuan smiled and said: "Don't guess randomly, ask if you don't understand, and read more if you don't understand. Otherwise, you will be ashamed and laughed at if you say it."

"Grandpa, then tell me what's going on?" Chen Xiaoxun was really curious.

Chen Daoyuan saw that the Patriarch of the Ruan family was speaking, and they were all polite words, and there was nothing to listen to, so he simply gave Chen Xiaoxun some science, and said in a low voice: "YN was before the Northern Song Dynasty, it was our territory in Great China, so it is natural to be with Great China is related.

During the war in the Tang Dynasty, many people fled to Sichuan. Later, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms began, and it was not safe again. If we ran again, we ran to today's YN area. Among them is the Nguyen family.