Zhuge Mansion is next door to Bailu Academy, in a quiet alley.

Although the Zhuge family is also a local hero, it is different from the Feng and Zheng families, those two families have a large population, and they have a large number of descendants, concubines, main families, and side branches, plus subsidiary families and domestic slaves who have been operating in Wuyang City for many years, almost all of them occupy a wide area.

The Zhuge family is more like a noble scholarly family, Zhuge has no brothers, and there are only Zhuge Yu and Zhuge Lian brothers and sisters under their knees, so the mansion of Zhuge Mansion is not so wide, just a courtyard, quiet and quiet.

Today is the fiftieth birthday of Zhuge Birthday, and the lights in the alley are colorful, but it is also rare and lively.

After all, he has been in charge of Bailu Academy for many years, and he is full of peach and plums, although he does not want to be extravagant, but there are many people who spontaneously come to celebrate his birthday, and many of them have a high status.

Feng Ziyue was accustomed to the scene, so he was naturally not surprised, he walked through the crowd, arrived at the door, handed over the invitation, and the subordinates on the door also recognized him, and hurriedly greeted him and invited him in.

This caused a lot of discussion at the door.

"Who is this kid? Why did you get in?"

"That's it, why are we here to celebrate the teacher's birthday, but we are not as good as a yellow-haired boy?"

"Shh......h Tap, do you know who this kid is?" There are always people who are well-informed, and their whispers are spread like everyone around them, exaggerating the story of Feng Ziyue.

"In just a few months, cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, killing Zheng Hu, the grandson of the Zheng family's warrior peak, fighting against the Eagle King Sect's Iron Wing Daoist with one sword, and slaughtering his Xuan pet Gray Wing Flying Eagle - now I heard that this kid's cultivation has reached the realm of martial artists......"

Feng Ziyue's reputation in recent months is too loud, although there is no evidence of Zheng Hu's death in his hands, but it has long been identified as him; he fought with the Tieyi Dao people, and there were many onlookers, although what was more impressive was the last move of Feng Tianhe that destroyed the withering and decaying "wind and clouds", but in the hearts of the discerning people, Feng Ziyue and the Tieyi Dao people fought for a long time, and also took advantage of the gap to kill his Xuan pet, which undoubtedly had a slight advantage.

is young, already has a martial arts cultivation, as the first person of the younger generation in Wuyang City, isn't this enough stinky fart?

"I also heard," the rumor-monger lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious, "The young lady of Zhuge Mansion has a good eye for him, I think it won't be long before the marriage between the two of them should be decided, - this prospective son-in-law comes to the door, can you hurry up and invite him in?"

"Is there such a thing?" all the spectators gasped, and the person who spoke was satisfied, patted his chest and swore with a curse, "Then I need to say, this is what I heard with my own ears......"

So the topic of everyone outside the door turned to Zhuge Lian, the eldest lady of the Zhuge family, and everyone praised each other, and they were also envious of the Yanfu of Feng Ziyue.

"If you marry such a wife, you really don't have to worry, the road in the future will be smoothed all the way by the old man Zhuge ......"

"He is also the grandson of the Feng family, and he is the right person!"

In the midst of the discussion, I saw a young man in black with a blue face, frowned, and clenched the invitation card in his hand, seemingly extremely angry.

"Young Master......"

A white-haired old man next to him hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "Today is Mr. Zhuge Birthday Banquet, don't make trouble, these rumors in the world may not be true......"

"Fart!"

The young man in black lowered his voice, spewed two cool breaths from his nose, and scolded viciously.

"Chituo, don't put on a score in front of the young master, I won't give that kid a little color later, I won't believe Zhu!"

How did Feng Ziyue know that someone behind him was jealous of him for some unwarranted rumors, he walked through the foyer and turned to the front yard, only to see Zhuge Yu greeting him, and walked up and arched his hand.

"Brother Feng, you're here!"

Zhuge Yu also admires this friend whose cultivation is as straight as a demon and whose kung fu is mysterious and unpredictable. Since that day, he was in the middle of the mountain road, failed to stop Zheng Wu, but was injured, and heard that Zheng Wu was slaughtered cleanly by Feng Ziyue, and since then he has thrown himself to Feng Ziyue.

Seeing him coming, Zhuge Yu abandoned the surrounding guests and hurriedly greeted him.

"Brother Feng, you're here, my dad is waiting to see you!"

Feng Ziyue was slightly stunned, he came here mainly for the sake of the face of the Zhuge brothers and sisters, but he didn't expect Zhuge to see him by name.

This dean of Bailu Academy, Feng Ziyue has never seen it a few times in his previous life, but he only remembers that this person has always been majestic and square, upright, and silent, but since he came, he should also meet his predecessors, he nodded, followed Zhuge Yu, and went to the inner room.

Naturally, this caused a wave of exclamation and discussion.

At this time, there was no banquet yet, and those who were able to go to the inner room to meet Zhuge were either Xungui and Qisu, or extremely close relatives and friends.

Feng Ziyue did not come as a representative of the Feng family, even if it was the representative of the genuine Feng family, Feng Buping Feng Second Master, he was outside the crowd at this time, and he was stunned.

Now that Feng Zheng Dabi is imminent, and because of Feng Ziyue's sudden rise, the old man is not so strict with him, he has been in retreat for many days, failed to break through the realm of the great martial artist, and is out of the customs, Feng Tianhe no longer cares about him, let him continue to take care of the housework, and no longer have any hope for his martial arts future.

Today's birthday of Zhuge Birthday, he came on behalf of the Feng family, and at this time he was sitting in the side hall, waiting for the banquet, compared to the people in the courtyard, his status was much higher.

But when he saw his nephew being invited into the inner courtyard, his jaw dropped again, and he didn't know what it was like.

"This kid ......"

Feng Buping held back a sentence, but in the face of the people around him who came up to inquire about the news, it was not easy to complain, so he had to smile formulaically, pretend to be mysterious, and deliberately shake his head and not answer.

Feng Ziyue followed Zhuge Yu around the front hall, through the garden, through a long corridor, turned the side door, and passed through a moon cave door, and then arrived at a side house.

"Brother Feng, this is my father's study, he takes care of me when you arrive, so I'll take you here," Zhuge Yu arched his hand, "I still have to go to the front to greet the guests, so you can go in by yourself, right?"

Feng Ziyue was stunned, Zhuge Yu brought himself here, but he left without introduction, this meeting is strange.

He glanced at Zhuge Yu hesitantly, but saw him smiling, signaling that everything was okay, and then turned to leave.

Feng Ziyue couldn't, so he had to walk forward slowly, walked to the door, and knocked a few times gently.

The sound of the wooden door was crisp, and in the click, I saw the birds under the eaves flying up, fluttering into the air, and the golden bells on their paws trembled, echoing in the quiet backyard.

I only heard a majestic question from the study.

"Feng Ziyue, why are you using a sword?"