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All the maids in the Fenghua Hall were busy cleaning and burning some unpopular scriptures, while everyone at the foot of the mountain was busy preparing for the crowning ceremony.

There was just a banquet two days ago, and most of the dancers invited last time were scared out of their wits. Their Heavenly God Sect was not arrogant and unreasonable, and they let them go down the mountain because they insisted on embarrassing the dancers.

There are various fruits and vegetables planted on Wuling Mountain, which is enough for self-sufficiency on weekdays.However, if a large-scale banquet is held, it will be a bit stretched, so you have to buy it from the small town at the foot of the mountain.In addition, most of the entertaining programs at the banquet were invited from down the mountain.

Purchasing or outsiders going to Wuling Mountain often takes the sea route.On the cliffs and cliffs on the sea, sections of cableways, iron cable baskets, and a checkpoint of [-] meters have been established, and there are believers on duty to guard them.This time Fenggui went to Islam, and Feng Yan carried her across this road.

This road is far more stable than the previous steps and iron ropes. You only need to sit in the hanging basket and wait for someone to pull the iron rope and slowly go up.However, this road takes longer, and the inspections on the way are more stringent.Most of the people in the teaching have a good foundation in martial arts, and if they are more careful, they can pass the iron chain safely. However, there are also some people who are timid or have no martial arts, so they can only use the hanging basket.

"You, stop, take this thing off your waist, you can't even carry swords and weapons on your body." The yellow-clothed believer who was in charge of guarding the checkpoint stopped a slender man with a powdery face.

The Fu Fen man took down the knife hanging from his waist, and with a flattering smile on his face, he explained: "Master, this is a prop used by slaves to sing songs, not a real knife, just look at it."

The knife feels soft when pinched, and it has not been sharpened.

"Whether it's true or not, all these things are put in the box over there, and you can't take them with you!" The yellow-clothed believer pushed impatiently, pointed to the big wooden box in another hanging basket, and motioned for him Let things go.

"Yes, I will take it here." The man Fu Fen bowed his head and nodded, ran over with small steps, and carefully put the prop knife into the wooden box.

Another blue-clothed believer was searching an old man for a concealed weapon. After the search, he patted the old man and motioned him to go and transfer to the upper-level gondola. Why don't you invite some dancers to look interesting."

"I heard it's a theater troupe invited by Guardian Right." The yellow-clothed believer gossiped, "Didn't they just come to a group of dancers two days ago, but it turned out to be a disappointment, and the leader even killed one. This time for a change, Listen to the little song."

"Our hall master also went to the banquet last time. It is said that the scene was very exciting. Our new deputy master lost his temper and beat Mr. Qiu'er." Contemptuously, he said.

The yellow-clothed believer regretted, "Our hall master couldn't catch up with the outside at that time, but a brother of mine who worked under Zuo Dharma followed the deputy head to Surabaya last time. It’s amazing! Well, it would be great if I could work under Zuo Hufa sometime.”

"It's just you? Wake up, it's still daylight!" The blue-clothed believer hurt him mercilessly, "Anyone who can go to work under Zuo Dharma's hand is at least a banner owner. It's not our turn to pawns like us. .”

The believer in yellow couldn't argue, felt aggrieved, and saw a man in gray who stopped and listened to them talking for a long time. He was eight feet tall and had a black and white face painted on his face.Immediately, he kicked him unhappily, and reprimanded: "What are you doing here! Why don't you hurry over, you're stuck here, and the people behind won't be able to leave!"

The man with the black and white face was kicked, and he stared at the yellow-clothed believer with extremely fierce eyes, full of hatred, as if he saw the killing of his father and enemy.However, in just a moment, he was dragged away by another man in a costume beside him, "Go, you kid, don't cause trouble for me!"

"Crap! What kind of eyes did he have just now? If it wasn't for fear of making a mistake, I would have blown his eyeballs!" the yellow-clothed believer cursed angrily.

Although it was only a few days to inform the leader, what needs to be prepared is only some things for the banquet, and they can be prepared in a hurry in these two days.In addition, Mr. Xunhuan had already prepared the time-consuming items for the crown ceremony by himself, such as the auspicious clothes made by the embroiderer one by one, and the custom-carved white jade hair crown.

Mr. Xunhuan received the news that the leader would not preside over the crowning ceremony. Although he felt sad, it was expected.The Elder Wan arranged by the leader was once a direct subordinate of the previous leader and the elder of the church.Even though Elder Wan has been obsessed with calligraphy these years and no longer cares about the affairs of the church, given his seniority, even Elder Yida will treat him with courtesy when he sees him.

Therefore, Elder Wan bestowed the crown on him, in fact, he was considered a high climber.

"My lord, this is the medicine that this servant has just brewed. You can drink it while it's hot." The little girl was wearing a pink skirt, looking at her twelve or thirteen-year-old age.

"Thank you." Xun Huan took the medicine, a bitter taste filled his mouth, but his brows did not change at all.

This is the poison brought out of his womb, and he has been relying on drinking medicine to maintain it since he was born.At the beginning, I still feel that the medicine juice is bitter, but then I no longer feel bitter.No matter how bitter the medicine is, it is worse than the pain of not being able to ask for it...

"My lord, you have been sick for a long time, and the previous one vomited blood, and the leader never came to see you." The little girl's face was full of pity for her son, and she complained after a while, "The slave girl went to deliver the booklet yesterday. My sister said, the leader has been guarding that one in Fenghua Palace for the past few days."

"Ahem——" Xun Huan coughed suddenly, and bright red spots fell on the snow-white silk handkerchief.

"Young Master!" The little girl yelled in panic, quickly took the medicine bowl and put it aside, patted Xun Huan's back lightly, her eyebrows curled into a ball, and she blamed herself, "It's all bad for slaves, saying these things Make the son sad again."

"Ahem, it's not Xiaoyuan's fault, it's because I'm too useless." Xun Huan waved his hand to comfort me, "The leader doesn't like me at all, I just forced it myself, so how can I blame others."

"My lord..." Xiao Yuan looked at Xun Huan hesitantly, with tears in her eyes.

In Mufeng Garden, the small courtyards of the young masters are well arranged, and he is the only one who lives in the huge palace.The rest of the young masters only have a servant and a few servants around them, and the food is arranged by the steward.He was the only one, accompanied by the maid trained by Fenghua Palace, and a female doctor in white came to be on duty, and a small kitchen was set up.

Of course, all honors and favors are just compensation for that person's dislike...

When he invited himself into Mufeng Garden back then, he was full of affection and infatuation. Now, he has become the biggest joke in the Deity Sect, right?

Self-willed to degenerate, lowly... Presumably they all think of him like this, right?

But, knowing this, he couldn't let go...