Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

Chapter 159 158. It’s best to pay it off

Just as Song He was struggling with how Guangming should be arranged, Wang Dawang was also confused on the other side.

The Wang family has some influence in the Lingye Sect, and it can be considered a considerable influence, but... He told his grandmother that he didn't need the Wang family's help.

Mrs. Wang admired him very much, and then directly issued an order. Not only was he not allowed to use the Wang family's information channels, he even had to pay for the teleportation formation.

Wang Dawang suddenly made a tragic discovery.

Except for the part of the Wang family that he has controlled, the other uncles are waiting to see his fun - not maliciously, but looking forward to it.

This situation made him hold his breath.

You have to make a show of it!

then,

He contacted many Yuanying monks one after another. As a result, after they heard that Song He was hosting the banquet, they immediately accepted it happily.

Master Xing Ke of the Lingye Sect is a well-known presence in the entire cultivation world, and the news that he has accepted a disciple naturally spread quickly among the high-level monks.

He doesn't have the power to rely on him yet, but he definitely needs the power to help him deal with some trivial matters.

Too many decorations will overwhelm the room.

The letter was nothing more than asking about the Fuyuan Treasure Tree and whether Master Xingke needed it. If so, Song He still had a few ready-made trees.

At this time, Chenxi City was already crowded with people.

Of course, Song He knew that this must be due to the name of his master and the contribution of Jin Zhenren. This time, most of them are monks from other sects. Song He, who is close to the masters of our sect, has already sent two taels of trial equipment in advance.

……

"Uncle Yandao, my cousin asked me to give you this letter."

He had been cultivating in Lingye Sect for a whole year, but he had never seen such a scene before. Fortunately, Song He had already sent an evil spirit to guide him.

The two looked particularly harmonious and harmonious.

But he still couldn't help complaining to his loyal old servant like this: "Junior brother Song also said that he didn't need to rely on the power of Xingke's lineage, but in the end, didn't he still rely on the power of Xingke's lineage?"

The woman is the old lady of the Wang family and the person in charge, Wang Yueming.

The monks were talking a lot, but they didn't dare to get closer and use their spiritual sense to explore - the monk who was half-stepped into a god was stationed here, and no one dared to stab him.

He understands.

Compared to Song Yandao's excitement, Master Xingke was much calmer. He just observed the tree with his spiritual consciousness and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"My grandson understands."

Song Lin, whose shoulder was sore from being patted, quickly saluted and then handed the letter Song He sent him to Song Yandao.

In this way, Song Lin was brought to Master Song Yandao and Master Xingke in a daze. The two masters had such sharp eyesight that they could see the strangeness in his Dantian at a glance.

"grandmother!"

If necessary, just book with him directly.

The -year-old Nascent Soul Master nodded, then shook his head at his grandson and said:

There were dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators. Except for a small number of them who had an old relationship with him, the rest were willing to spare some time to attend the appointment because of the name Song He.

A sturdy young man with long black and white hair walked in, supporting a woman in her forties with a rather kind-hearted appearance.

"I remember." Chen Yao nodded, with a rare sense of helplessness, "Master, we have rehearsed it a dozen times in advance as you said, you can really trust us!"

Then, he handed another letter to Master Xingke.

Angry words.

Obviously thinking about something.

Facts have proved that seniority is really not worth mentioning in the face of cultivation.

But he still couldn't help but ask Chen Yao, who had been following him closely: "Chen Yao, a monk will be coming soon. Have you remembered what I taught you?"

"If you have something to do here, go to Chenxi City. Song He needs some people to help him manage... Dawang, you have to place your bet as early as possible. You wait for his golden elixir... it's too late!"

the other side.

How can we wait!

It would be really disappointing if people come all the way here and can’t get the wine.

Song Yandao looked on and was speechless.

But he couldn't get around it for a while, so he was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "I will join him when I wait for his golden elixir."

When he and Wang Dawang met a few days ago, the two sides communicated the list of monks who would accept the invitation, and the result was a total of one hundred and thirty-five Nascent Soul monks!

Not counting the Golden Pill and Establishment that followed him to see the world.

In fact, Wang Dawang also knew that this was a good opportunity.

As soon as I heard that it was Song He who held a banquet, there was also a wine with magical effects that could make you feel the world of mortals.

He inspected the venue before finally feeling at ease.

Because no city was built subsequently, at most a teleportation circle was set up where the Xianyin Tree was, so anyone who wanted to venture inside had to come to Dawn City for training.

This is really a master and a disciple, even the playfulness is the same. One writes it and the other replies it. This is convenient for teleporting the magic circle, otherwise it would be just for fun burning spiritual stones!

In fact, Song He was communicating with monks from various sects, and he really didn't mean not to come.

As for the venue, just be nice and nice.

The two of them had a golden elixir and a "foundation building", and as a result, so many Yuan Ying came to support them. This was really something they could boast about.

Song Yandao looked at it for a moment, raised his brows, and nodded with a look of relief on his face: "Since your cousin is willing to support you, you must do a good job. If you dare to be lazy and slippery, I will never tolerate it! "

The poor Four Seasons Baoguang Tree said that it really couldn't be ripened any more. Her power of Universal Light was no longer enough, and if she tried again, her origin would be damaged.

It's straightforward, equivalent to giving an order.

"That's it. The master of Chenxi City and the evil-fighting clan, as well as the magical plant treasure that can be integrated into oneself, is enough for Yuanying Zhenren to place their bets."

My little master!

For this reason, Song He had to add water to the wine, and forcefully asked the Four Seasons Baoguang Tree to ripen a batch of peaches.

The old servant frowned and was about to continue to comfort him, but before he could speak, the door was pushed open by a cane.

The old servant shook his head seriously.

"He really did it."

The old servant understood and nodded slightly.

But Young Master, have you ever thought about it, Master Yuanying really went to attend this vague banquet with a gimmick but no name just to give face to Master Xingke? "

Wang Dawang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Of course not."

You will need him, but he may not need you.

“It’s expected, don’t get excited, don’t get excited.”

"You can't be a relative of Lord Song, right?"

At least, one person and one pot are required.

Above the tree city, Song He has already arranged the venue.

The last time Song He saw so many Yuanying monks, this scene was a hundred-day banquet for the children of Uncle Ye and Uncle Kang.

Inside Guangmingyuan Cave.

This old man who has taken care of Wang Dawang's food, clothing, housing and transportation since he was born, and can be said to be more trustworthy than his biological father, said: "It is true that he has the influence of Xing Ke's lineage.

"Refining qi? Can refining qi ward off evil spirits and lead the way?"

……

Wang Dawang nodded immediately and said obediently: "Then your grandson is going to prepare for the banquet?"

Holding a lot of letters, Song Lin passed through the teleportation circle and went straight to the interior of Chenxi City.

However, the quantity was still not enough, so Song He could only grit his teeth and abruptly separated out seven different grades... He would rather make less money to ensure that every Nascent Soul cultivator could return home satisfied.

"This kid, even though he is in Chenxi City, he still wants to send someone to deliver the message..." He shook his head helplessly.

By the way, he also brought his own disciples with him.

Wang Dawang felt even more helpless, but he also truly realized the influence of Song He, or to be precise, the influence of Xing Ke's lineage.

Since it is just a wine tasting conference, there is no need for so many gorgeous decorations, as long as the wine is good and dazzling.

The light is overflowing with color, just like the nectar and dew of an immortal family.

The latter also looked at it for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Hey, who is this person?"

The eighth day of the lunar month is the day of the wine tasting conference.

The old servant advised conscientiously: "Young Master, this is an opportunity. Song He's achievements in the future will definitely be limitless. In the world of cultivation, strength is still respected.

"Nephew, you must keep this in mind!" Song Lin agreed.

Song He sighed, "Oh, there are more than a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators. There are so many Nascent Soul cultivators here that I can't help but feel nervous."

But he actually took out paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and wrote a reply to Song He on the spot, instructing Song Lin to take it back to Song He.

If Song Yandao is willing to return to the Song family, the entire Song family will obey his orders from top to bottom. As for the family heads and elders... they are just mascots.

In the elegant and generous hall, there is a modified eight-music tree playing clear and soft music, warm sunlight is shining, and bottles of wine with different colors are contained in crystal clear bottles.

Song Lin, who had just walked out of the teleportation circle, was stunned by the monks around him - there was almost no Qi refining, and all that could walk here were foundation building and golden elixirs, and even Nascent Soul could see it.

"Go." Mrs. Wang agreed, then glanced at the old servant following him and winked at him.

Now that he has made a name for himself, you still have to wait for the golden elixir before joining him? If you really wait for his golden elixir, you may not be sure whether others will like you or not.

"lady!"

Both sides were taken aback.

The man is not actually a human being, but a fifth-level monster.

It's just that the two real people don't know it yet.

It saved him from embarrassment.

As we all know, warding off evil spirits is what Songhe represents.

<divclass="contentadv">When Bixie walked up to him to guide him, the monks around him suddenly started talking:

As soon as she appeared, Wang Dawang and the old servant quickly saluted:

"..."

Song Yandao stood up in person, patted Song Lin's shoulder heavily, and praised: "Good boy, your cousin is indeed a very smart person who is favored by luck!"

Place your bets, can't wait! "

More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

Thinking back on the hardships of the past few days, Song He took a deep breath. Everything was ready. It just depended on how much he could earn today.

It would be best to return all the spiritual stones.

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