Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

After the discussion, the few people were ready to set off for Huaicheng.

Immortals travel naturally by flying.Yan Ke still held Zhao Xuehan under his arm.But the young man said that his cultivation level was shallow and he hadn't mastered the method of flying, so he insisted on hugging Wen Tiandong's waist and letting Wen Tiandong take him.

After flying in the sky for a while, when they were about to reach Huaicheng, the boy asked to land, and the four of them stopped at the door of an inn outside the city.

As if frozen in the air, the boy let go of Wen Tiandong's waist, and immediately stamped his feet on the ground a few times while rubbing his fingers.

"I'll go into the city to see the situation. You are waiting for me in the inn." The young man said, "Except for the monks of the three sects, they are not residents of Huaicheng. They need a pass to enter the city. I'll go and see if I can get some for you." open."

He brought a few people into the inn, ordered a cup of hot tea for them, and left in a hurry.

The three sat down at the table.Zhao Xuehan looked around silently, there were neither too many nor too few guests in the inn, most of them were farmers nearby.Everyone is willing to order a cup of tea or warm a pot of wine after working in late autumn to reward the tired and cold body.

Several tables of guests were chatting softly, and the words "Welcome Winter Meeting" kept entering Zhao Xuehan's ears, which made him curious.

"What will welcome the winter?" He asked Wen Tiandong.

Wen Tiandong gently blew the hot air on the tea, looked at Zhao Xuehan and smiled: "Dignified Mozun, have you even forgotten the Winter Welcome Party?"

"You already knew I wasn't, so don't run on me." Zhao Xuehan choked on his tea and said depressedly.

Wen Tiandong smiled and put the teacup on the table. "The so-called winter meeting is actually similar to a temple fair for ordinary people." He explained in detail, "The heads of the Jingming Sect, Yuancheng Sect and Lingxiao Sect grew up together and have a very good relationship. They went to practice under different sects, and after becoming the sect masters, the business gradually became busy, gathering less and leaving more, so they discussed that every 30 years, when winter is approaching, hold a gathering in a city near the sect, and bring their disciples together. Discuss and learn from each other, and recruit new disciples by the way."

His white fingertips were sliding slowly on the edge of the teacup: "Actually, the history of this Winter Welcome Party is not very long, but everyone, whether mortals or monks, like it very much, so it has been going on until today. But I didn't expect it to happen this year. It's Yuan Cheng faction's turn to host." He raised his eyes and looked out the window with a dazed expression: "It's been 30 years..."

However, the trance didn't last long, Wen Tiandong immediately came back to his senses, raised his teacup and took a sip. "Speaking of which," he said with a smile, "the origin of the name of the Winter Welcome Meeting has something to do with me..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard voices coming from the door. Wen Tiandong stopped talking instantly, his expression a little stiff.Zhao Xuehan followed the sound and saw a tall man in white clothes appearing at the door of the inn. He had handsome features, his black hair was neatly tied up, and his expression was majestic.Behind the man, there are also two people who look like monks, all of them have delicate features and elegant demeanor.

As soon as they appeared, everyone in the store stopped their cups and threw their chopsticks, and looked towards the door.

"Is there anything unusual recently?" the man asked the clerk in the shop.

"It's very peaceful during the day, but the cemetery is a bit noisy at night." The clerk replied, waving to invite him graciously, "Since Head Feng is here, do you want to sit in the shop for a while before leaving?"

The man called Master Feng shook his head. "Don't bother your Excellency." He said, looked up into the inn, then saluted the clerk, and left.

Zhao Xuehan saw that the sect leader seemed to be stepping on a cloud, drifting away without making a sound.He turned his head, and Wen Tiandong, who was sitting next to him, was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Ke sighed and turned towards Wen Tiandong's empty stool.

"Mr. Wen. He's gone."

Zhao Xuehan heard a soft sound of paper being torn, and Wen Tiandong's figure appeared on the stool.He was pale and clutched a rune in his hand.The rune gradually turned into pieces, floating in the air.

The waiter in the store didn't seem to notice the abnormality of the guests on this table, so he strolled over to add water with a kettle in his hand.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the tea leaves floating in the teapot, raised his head and asked Xiao Er: "Why did monks come to the inn just now?"

"Recently, there are walking corpses in the cemetery in the suburbs at night," Xiao Er replied while pouring water, "The monks on Shihong Mountain are afraid that it will affect the winter meeting, so they come to check every day and night to ensure safety."

"But that person just now..." Zhao Xuehan thought about it, "I heard you guys called him the head of the sect. It's fine for the disciples to go down the mountain to deal with this kind of matter, why bother the head of the house to leave?"

Xiao Er shook his head, "Sir, I don't know something," he said, "Since Yuan Cheng sent out a great magic cultivator 30 years ago, the old master fell into a slump and passed away soon. Injury, even though the new head is doing his best to maintain it, it is still bleak, and now there are no missing disciples."

There was a slight noise around him, and Wen Tiandong put the teacup on the table. He silently stared at the sunlight shining through the tea, without saying a word.

At this moment, a crisp shout came from the door: "Uncle Master!"

The boy is back.He walked to the table and sat down, carrying a breath of cold outside air with him.

The young man waved his hand to make Xiao Er retreat, then lowered his voice and whispered, "For some reason, Huaicheng does not issue permits now. I can't get them, so everyone can only enter the city incognito. After entering the city It’s much easier if no one checks your identity.”

Zhao Xuehan nodded.

The boss standing behind the counter has been sizing up the boy since he entered the room.At this moment, he had already walked out from the counter, came straight to Zhao Xuehan's table, stood beside the young man, and gently patted the young man on the shoulder.

The boy was startled, and when he turned around, he saw a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body, and his eyes couldn't help being puzzled.

"Are you Lin Jue?" The boss squinted at the young man and smiled kindly, "Sure enough, immortals are different. They haven't changed at all for so many years."

The young man stared at the boss, his eyes suddenly lit up, he jumped up from the stool, hugged the boss and patted him on the back: "Tiger! How did you become like this?! I can't even recognize it!"

"That's what you said," the boss named Huzi smiled. "How many years do you think you've been gone? When you insisted on cultivating and quarreled with your father and said you would never come back, we all believed it and thought it was true. Never see you again."

"I regret it." The young man stuck out his tongue, "I really want to go home now." He patted the boss on the shoulder, and introduced to Zhao Xuehan and the others: "This is my childhood playmate, named Huzi, who is an inn owner. The boss' son. No," he smiled and looked at the middle-aged man beside him, "he should be the boss now."

The boss smiled honestly, and nodded to the people sitting at the table: "Lin Jue, these fairy friends of yours are going to enter the city?"

"Yes." Lin Jue said, with a troubled expression on his face, "but I can't get the pass. Huzi, what can you do?"

The boss shrugged. "Huaicheng has not issued permits for a long time, and we have not been in the city for decades." He said, "If there is any commodity trading, people from the city will go out of the city to set up a market, about once every three days. .”

Lin Jue frowned: "This is a bit strange..."

"It's strange." The boss scratched his head, "But we didn't find it inconvenient. People in the city often come out, and now the streets in the suburbs and the city are not much different. It's just that the people who sell things often change, which makes people wonder. It’s not even possible to be a regular customer.”

"However, since your friends are all immortals, it should be easier." The boss continued, "As long as you show the guards the immortal's birth card, they should let them in."

"That's easy to say." Lin Jue looked at the three people sitting at the table with a sad face.The natal cards are only available to decent disciples, and a few of them thought about it and knew that they definitely didn't exist.

"I'd better let them go in incognito." Lin Jue said, "They are all honest people, and they won't cause trouble." He glanced at the three of them, and pointed to Wen Tiandong's clothes.Wen Tiandong was wearing a long white gown, much like the Taoist robes of the Yuancheng School.

"Master...Brother Wen, you definitely can't walk around the city dressed like this." He said, then turned to face the boss again, "Huzi, do you have any other clothes here? I want to change one for this fairy."

The boss looked at Lin Jue suspiciously. "Your friend doesn't have a natal card, and you have to change clothes." He said, "It can't be some kind of magic..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Jue grinningly took out a large ingot of silver from his bosom and stuffed it into the boss's hand: "How is it possible? I don't want to die. Dare to lure Moxiu to the door of his faction during the winter meeting? The door and the master know, can't you take my skin?"

"These three," he pointed at the three of them, "are just wine and meat friends I met on the road, and I want to bring them home for a few meals. All of them have very loose cultivation, and they won't cause any trouble. It's a mess."

After finishing speaking, he quickly glanced at Zhao Xuehan, and Zhao Xuehan nodded quickly.

He really doesn't know anything, and he can't make trouble even if he wants to.But the two of us...

Yan Ke drank his tea in a sullen manner, ignoring Lin Jue at all.Wen Tiandong smiled slightly at the boss.

"We are all idlers cultivating, but we just want to join in the fun of the Winter Festival, how dare we mess around in front of the master Da Neng?" he said.

Wen Tiandong's appearance was likable, and his attitude was gentle. When the boss heard this, he lowered his defenses.He took the silver and ordered Xiao Er to go to the room to get some clothes for Wen Tiandong to change.

The clothes were probably left over from the previous guests, and there were all kinds of styles. One of them was particularly ugly, with a goose yellow base and cuffs embroidered with clusters of leaves with blue thread. It looked like a costume and was extremely gaudy.

"Brother Wen, choose one." Lin Jue said.

Wen Tiandong nodded, and chose the ugliest one without hesitation.

Lin Jue's eyelids twitched.Zhao Xuehan saw the words "I knew it" appear next to his head.

"This one is too ugly," he snatched the clothes from Wen Tiandong, "Let me choose for you."

Wen Tiandong looked at Lin Jue blankly. "It's a nice one," he said.

Zhao Xuehan couldn't help taking a sip of tea.Is he serious?

Lin Jue pursed his lips, and threw away the brown-yellow gown.He forced Wen Tiandong to change into a blue-gray double-breasted gown, then walked back a few steps, looked him up and down, and nodded with some satisfaction.

"The clothes are settled," he said, "Brother Wen, if you change your appearance yourself, we can enter the city."

"Don't make it too ugly." Lin Jue didn't forget to add.

Wen Tiandong nodded. "Don't worry." He said, "In terms of looks, I still know what looks good."

Zhao Xuehan saw that the delicate facial features on Wen Tiandong's face gradually blurred, and a new face appeared after a while.

As soon as he saw this face, he sprayed the tea on the table with a puff.