"Don't take it as an example." Murong Feng turned around and hummed.

"What is not an example, you make it clear." The sword idiot asked without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Murong Feng rolled his eyes and walked away directly.

"Hey, where are you going?" The sword idiot hurriedly followed.

"Of course, it's to see the good play I directed!" Murong Feng glanced at this goods, and followed the breath of the blood drinking true monarch to a prosperous and wine-filled marketplace. I saw a memorial arch at the entrance of this neighborhood, with three big characters on it - Happy Forest.

***

The blood drink Zhenjun who had just come back was ready to make friends at the Happy Forest Banquet, and the matter quickly spread throughout the city through the mouths of people with good intentions, some people disdained or shook their heads speechlessly when they heard the news, and some people gritted their teeth and jumped to scold their mother.

No matter how disturbed the outside world was, the invited monks were happy to come to the feast. Among them, there were five Yuanying monks alone, and there were more than a dozen Jindan monks, all of whom were protégés of the Blood Drinking True Monarch in the early years. Some of them are friendships, there are also nodding friends, and a few of them have lifelong friendships.

And the place where the blood drink true monarch feasted on all the guests and friends was also very interesting.

Qing Ya Ge, just listening to the name, I feel very classy, and naturally it is not a place where ordinary people can come. Because the women in this Qinglou are all female monks, of course, they are all serious Qinglou women, who only sell their art and do not sell their bodies, so don't confuse them with those Nightingale Kiln Sisters who specialize in the leather and meat business.

But the real key is that this Qing Ya Pavilion is the property set up by the Jin family in the Happy Forest.

And well-informed people know that the Blood Drinking True Monarch just had a conflict with Jin Xiuquan, the head of the Jin family, during the day today, and even brought the lawsuit to the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect, but now he turned his face and ran to the Jin family's territory with a large group of people to hold a banquet.

The Blood Drinking True Monarch doesn't care about how others guess, anyway, he is also acting according to orders. As soon as he came to Qing Ya Ge, he directly threatened to wrap up the entire Qing Ya Pavilion, so that the shopkeeper of Qing Ya Ge almost sat on the ground with a weak leg and a butt. Because no matter how you look at the demeanor and tone of the blood drinking Zhenjun when he enters the door, he is here to do something, and he is not here to have fun at all. Chartered? Don't smash the field!

The shopkeeper of Qing Yage could only receive the blood drink Zhenjun while being a good student, and secretly hurriedly sent someone to the Jin family to inform the big boss behind the scenes.

And as the invited guests and friends came one after another, the cold sweat on the forehead of the shopkeeper of Qing Yage never stopped. Let's see, there are all those great gods here, the chief eunuch of the Divine Soldier Workshop, the lecturer of the Wujing Pavilion has two of them, and the generals of the Qingtian Army have also come to two, these five are all Yuanying monks with real power.

In particular, the chief eunuch of the Divine Weapon Workshop is the most powerful of the five Yuan Infant Monks, because this Divine Soldier Workshop is a special department dedicated to creating spiritual weapons for all the monks above and below the Divine Sword Sect, and it is also the main undertaking department of this Raising Sword Conference. This is no longer as simple as the real power department, but people are in control of the lifeblood of all the monks above and below the Divine Sword Sect, so no matter who they are, they have to act according to their faces, and even the Jin family, who has always wanted to get involved in the Divine Weapon Workshop, has not been able to intervene.

Then the Japanese army once again came to seven Jindan captains, but these seven are also not small, the people of the rivers and lakes gave the nickname of the seven days of the sun, it is said that the "Seven Star Array" set up by the seven people even the Yuanying monks did not dare to provoke easily.

It stands to reason that everyone is here, and they can have a banquet and a good show, but an uninvited guest suddenly came outside Qing Ya Ge, and the face of the Qing Ya Ge shopkeeper was scared green.

I saw that this uninvited guest was an old Taoist wearing a purple gold crown, wearing a money gossip Fulu robe, holding a black bone jade snow silkworm silver silk dust, and carrying a purple copper gourd full of Taoist talismans behind him. This gourd is big enough to hold a big living person, just looking at the absolute weight of this material, but being carried by this old man is as light as nothing.

And the origin of this veteran is even more amazing, it is the Zhengqing of the Sect Temple of the Divine Sword Gate Sect - Tianyan Daojun!

And this patriarchal temple is equivalent to the highest court of a country, but the power of this patriarchal temple is greater than that of the court, because the law enforcement hall that everyone talks about is only a subordinate department of the patriarchal temple. Therefore, this Tianyan Dao Monarch should be the chief judge, the chief inspector, and the warden of Xing, even if the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect sees the Tianyan Dao Monarch, he has to perform the junior ceremony, you can imagine how terrifying the power in the hands of this old Dao is.

Hearing the news, Tianyan Daojun suddenly arrived, and the Blood Drinking True Monarch hurriedly led all the monks out to salute and greet him.

"Meet Daojun (Master)!" Everyone shouted Daojun, but the blood-drinking Zhenjun shouted Shizun with a sweaty face, and the relationship between the two was self-evident.

Tianyan Daojun snorted expressionlessly, and said to the Blood Drinking True Monarch: "When your kid came back, he didn't take the initiative to visit him as a teacher, but went to such a place of fireworks and willow alleys to drink flower wine and didn't invite him to be a teacher, did you still take the old man as your teacher?" ”

"The disciple knows his mistake!" Blood Drinking True Monarch hurriedly admitted his mistake with a face of shame.

Tianyan Daojun glanced up at the plaque of Qing Ya Pavilion, and sneered: "You have chosen a good place, and I want to see what good wine you have ordered for the table." After Lao Dao finished speaking, he shook off his dust and walked in, and the blood drink Zhenjun and the others hurriedly nodded and invited Lao Dao in.

Obviously, this uninvited veteran Taoist came to support the scene for his disciple, which made the blood drinking true monarch feel both moved and frightened......

And the shopkeeper of the Qing Pavilion couldn't move anymore, so he could only pull a guy who ran the hall, and said in a trembling voice: "Go and inform the master that no one comes!" ”

"Huh?" The guy who ran the hall looked confused, and he didn't understand why the shopkeeper's order was changed day and night.

"Let's go!" The shopkeeper slapped the guy away, and he trembled and came to the hall where the gods were seated to take care of it himself, for fear that the people under his hand would make some mistakes and give the other party an excuse to be mad.

Even the shopkeeper saw that the blood drink Zhenjun chose the location of the banquet in Qing Ya Pavilion to be a bad person, and all the guests present naturally knew it, but everyone still came to the banquet with anger, and it can be imagined how unpopular the Jin family is.

"Shopkeeper!" As soon as Dou Yuan Zhenjun, the general of the Qingtian Army, saw the shopkeeper coming in, he immediately slapped the table and glared, "How do you do this Qing Ya Ge business?" Why is it that there is no one to sing with only food and drink? ”

This is clearly to find fault, because everyone knows that the girls of Qing Yage are all Qing Yi people, only the girl picks the guest, then there is a reason for the guest to pick the girl, and only those tile kilns with red lanterns will be the guest to pick the girl to sing a song.

As soon as Dou Yuan Zhenjun spoke, the table full of guests and friends immediately followed suit. Even Tianyan Daojun drank the blood and drank the wine that the True Monarch respected, and he had no intention of coming forward to persuade him.

was stared at by a group of evil spirits with bad intentions, and the shopkeeper immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and he had no clever words on weekdays, so he could only say with a pale face: "Please also ask all the immortal masters Haihan, it was the villain's negligence, and the villain will go and call the girls." ”

Soon, a large group of reluctant Qingli friars were coaxed and tricked by the shopkeeper to welcome them in.

Everyone just glanced at it and found that they were all female cultivators in the Qi refining period, such female cultivators were unattainable goddesses in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of the group of people here, they were just a group of women who regarded themselves as high, and the difference between them and those kiln sisters was only in their worth.

The lowest cultivation level here is also the Jindan stage, so naturally they will not put a group of female cultivators in the Qi refining stage in their eyes. In addition, the big guy deliberately came to stir up trouble, so a frivolous comment made these Qingqi people blushing with shame and indignation, but no one dared to attack. Because the shopkeeper had already told these evil gods before he came, none of them were easy to mess with, and if something really happened, even the Jin family would not be able to protect them. Therefore, a group of female cultivators could only swallow their anger and let the blood drink Zhenjun, and a group of people called and drank to take advantage of it.

At this time, in a restaurant diagonally opposite Qing Ya Pavilion, the sword idiot withdrew his gaze from the surveillance screen, shook his head and said: "The dignified monk has actually fallen to this, alas, it is really the wind of the world." ”

Murong Feng snorted: "You should be able to be cultivated by the Great Gate Sect like you?" These female cultivators have mediocre qualifications, and they can only sell their hue in exchange for a little meager resources. Otherwise, they will be reduced to mediocre mortals and live a precarious life. One is a high-ranking monk, who can live a life of fine clothes and food even if it is only in the lowest Qi refining period. One is a mediocre ordinary, even if you live well, you are just a vassal of a man, what choice will you make? ”

The sword idiot was speechless, turned his head and drank the wine by himself, and after a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you say that the Jin family will come?" ”

"Someone will definitely come." Murong Feng said firmly: "According to the Jin family's past style, if they don't come, they won't be the Jin family. ”

The sword idiot shook his head and said: "I don't think the Jin family will come, after all, there is a distraction period monk sitting inside, unless that golden sword ancestor comes forward, who would dare to be presumptuous in front of a distraction period monk?" But I really didn't expect how hard the backstage of this Blood Drinking True Monarch was, no wonder he was sent to Qingmu City for more than ten years, and there were still many people who supported him after he came back. ”

Murong Feng said: "Life in the world is nothing more than fame and fortune, even a high-ranking monk is not exempt from vulgarity. Do you see how the monks below are different from mortals? ”

The sword idiot's gaze swept across the crowded street, and he saw that most of the people who entered and exited the place were actually monks......

"The monks of this year are too worthless, aren't they?" The sword idiot couldn't help but scratch wildly.

Murong Feng smiled lightly: "The Divine Sword Gate Raising Sword Conference is about to be held, and the heroes from all over the world will naturally gather in this Shouyang City, and naturally there will be many more monks from all over the world than usual. ”

The sword idiot cried and laughed: "It seems that the fantasy I watched in my childhood must be made up, shouldn't the monks all be dedicated to the pursuit of the Great Dao, and they have no desires and no desires." ”

Murong Feng chuckled and said, "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the so-called cultivation realm is not another river and lake." And the rivers and lakes are not just a big dye vat, don't think about going out clean when you come in. In fact, human beings are creatures dominated by desires, and the monks who seem to have no desires in the fantasy are actually just the things they ask for are different from mortals, mortals are pursuing yellow and white things, and what monks are seeking is nothing more than various cultivation resources, and there is no difference between the two in essence. And the monks in this Shouyang City are actually just a little more realistic than those so-called Qinggao monks in it. ”

The sword idiot was already numb to the fallacies that often popped out of Murong Feng's mouth, so even if she said it was out of the blue, he would not believe it, after all, he had already found his own way.

At this time, a very down-looking fortune teller walked up to the floor where the two of them were, soliciting business everywhere, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him at all.

After all, the monk's pursuit of the Great Dao is against the sky, who would be bored to tell their fortunes and find unhappiness? Mortals naturally need to say that they would rather pray to the gods and worship the Buddha than go to fortune telling, after all, there are real immortals in this world. Although it is not responsive, it is much more reliable than you are a poor fortune teller who can't even eat yourself.

At this time, the old fortune teller came to Murong Feng's table in a leisurely manner, shook his head and glanced at the two of them, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

The sword idiot's face was stunned, so much so that the words that came to his lips became: "Huh? That fortune teller, why did you take a look and leave? ”

The old fortune teller turned around and brushed his beard and said: "The old man has been a fortune teller countless times in his life, but he never tells the fortune of the monk, lest he is not allowed to find a fight, and if he is already, he will also find a fight." ”

Murong Feng saw the humor of this fortune teller, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Then you give us a hexagram, whether I am allowed or not, I won't beat you, how about it?" ”

The fortune teller shook his head and said, "My fee is very expensive." ”

The sword idiot directly took out a tael of silver and slapped it on the table, and snorted: "Is it enough?" ”

The old fortune teller still shook his head and said: "The old man only accepts ten coppers for fortune telling to mortals, young and old, men and women, but if he tells fortunes to monks, he will receive ten spirit stones!" Then he pointed to his flag, only to see a line of big characters written crookedly on it - word fortune telling, divination and fortune telling. All the vulgar are ten copper plates, the monks are all ten spirit stones, and the children are not deceived and will not bargain.

The sword idiot was immediately angry: "No wonder you will be beaten, it's strange that you blackmail a monk like this and not be beaten by others." ”

The fortune teller was ridiculed by the sword idiot and didn't care, and said indifferently: "Fortune telling is for the sake of peace of mind, if you can't even make a little money, why bother to find someone to tell your fortune." ”

Murong Feng smiled and said, "It seems that the old Taoist is still a master who has seen through all kinds of things in the world." Okay, look at what you said high-sounding, then you can help me do the math. As he spoke, he shook his hand and threw ten spirit stones over.

The fortune teller unceremoniously reached out to catch it and stuffed it into the cuffs, and then shook his head and asked, "Dare to ask the girl what she wants?" Is it asking about marriage? Luck? Or wealth? ”

Murong Feng spread his hands and chuckled, "I don't want anything, I just want to ask the Dao Master for verification." ”

"What?" The fortune teller said seriously.

Murong Feng smiled in a voice that only the three of them could hear, and asked, "Is that Taibai Sword Immortal really damned?" ”