Xianzun is collapsing every day

With Xiaoyou's all-out help, Mu Chuihan finally slowly cleared the dishes on the table before dinner.

The diners on the side came and went and changed several batches, only they stayed still, from sitting at the busiest noon to when the crowd dispersed and deserted, and now they welcomed the guests from the evening market.

Mu Chuihan picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips: "Xianjun, I'm done eating."

Ye Tingjiang looked at the sky: "Then let's go."

It doesn't appear on the surface, but in fact he admires the little apprentice for being able to turn lunch and dinner into one meal by himself.

For this birthday banquet, the whole house of the Ye family was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and red silk was hung everywhere, which was full of joy.

Standing at the door of Ye Mansion again, it was difficult for Mu Chuihan to connect this place with the gloomy scene in the illusion.

He asked Ye Tingjiang: "What is the relationship between the one who is going to have a birthday banquet today and the fairy?"

He still remembered that it was Ye Qixuan who spoke one ancestor at a time, and he almost killed Ye Tingjiang as an old monster from the mountains.

Ye Tingjiang didn't pay attention to it himself, and he didn't even know it clearly: "It's probably a few generations behind. After the side branch came into the master Ye's family back then, there were no more talented monks, and it gradually declined."

The low-level monks have a limited lifespan, and Ye Tingjiang alone can send away several generations.

Mu Chuihan was a little proud: "The cycle of karma and retribution is not good."

Ye Tingjiang smiled: "Actually, what happened back then has nothing to do with them."

However, it is impossible for him to have any good feelings for the Ye family, at most he will treat them as strangers who met by chance.

They were standing a short distance away from the door, Mu Chuihan dawdled not wanting to go in, and just stood there watching the endless stream of guests.

With limited spiritual power, Mu Chuihan's judgment of the cultivation of other monks is not so accurate now, but judging from the spiritual weapons they carry, there are quite a few powerful people who cannot be invited by the current dilapidated family of the Ye family.

Most of them came to the banquet in the name of Lord Tingyun.

Ye Qixuan, who greeted the guests at the door, saw the two of them from afar, exchanged greetings with the guests in front of him, and then walked away. He greeted the guests in a surprised but respectful way: "Mr. Tingyun, you are here!"

Ye Tingjiang nodded to him.

Ye Qixuan noticed at the first sight that the cauldron he sent out was also coming, and he was a little embarrassed for a moment, not knowing what to call it.

In terms of age, this boy is not yet twenty, much younger than him; but in terms of seniority, since he was accepted as a disciple by Lord Tingyun, he is older than himself by countless generations.

Seeing him hesitating in embarrassment, Mu Chuihan took the initiative to say hello: "Young Master Ye, long time no see!"

"Yes." Ye Qixuan nodded hastily, and finally said nondescriptly: "Long time no see, Senior Fuyan."

Mu Chuihan was amused by this address, and leaned against Ye Tingjiang to laugh.Ye Tingjiang also let him lean on him, although his face was calm, but Ye Qixuan could see a bit of indulgence.

As a junior, he didn't look directly at Ye Tingjiang, and kept his eyes slightly down.It was this downcast look that made him see the bite mark on Ye Tingjiang's neck.

Ye Qixuan broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that this Fuyan is really bold and good at playing, no wonder Mr. Tingyun loves it so much.

Then he was overjoyed again, since Mr. Tingyun likes the gift they gave, is there really hope for the Ye family to rise?

After Ye Qixuan came over, Mu Chuihan became more and more intimate with Ye Tingjiang.They were treated as honored guests and welcomed into the Ye family banquet hall.The host of today's birthday banquet, the current Patriarch Ye, saw it and rushed to see him.

"Mr. Tingyun, you condescend to come here, this junior is really lucky!"

Because it is difficult to talk about seniority, Ye Xu and his son only call themselves "junior".

Ye Xu wore a luxurious robe, but his face was over middle age, and there were a few obvious wrinkles when he smiled.

Facing this junior who looked much older than him, Ye Tingjiang's attitude was very polite, but alienated: "You don't have to be polite."

He handed over the birthday gift directly.

Ye Xu declined a few words, then accepted it gratefully, and invited Ye Tingjiang to the table.

As for Fuyan, he originally felt that it was not worthy to sit with those powerful beings as a mere plaything.But Ye Xu has always been good at observing words and demeanor, and he soon saw that Ting Yunjun attached great importance to him, so he immediately put on a smiley face, and hurriedly sent him to the place beside Ye Ting River.

Ye Tingjiang didn't pay much attention to other people's expressions, but Mu Chuihan had a panoramic view of his changes and secretly laughed in his heart.

Mu Chuihan sat calmly under the gazes of other monks, and whispered to Ye Tingjiang as if no one else was there: "What did the immortal send?"

Although Ye Tingjiang thought it was not good to be so intimate in public, he also felt that he was open-minded and there was nothing to avoid suspicion.He also whispered: "Lingyu."

Mu Chuihan covered his mouth in surprise: "So direct?"

He thought that with Ye Tingjiang's personality, no matter how impatient he would be, he would pick some spiritual weapons.

But from Mu Chuihan's own point of view, when he was bluffing and deceiving in Yinqing Mountain in the past, he really wanted to receive Lingyu more than all kinds of rare treasures.

Treasures may also be given away, but Lingyu is the hard currency in the world of cultivating immortals.

All the monks at the table had excellent hearing, so Ye Tingjiang didn't answer any more.

Mu Chuihan didn't know that the gift from Ye Tingjiang this time was exactly 60 Lingyu.

It was to thank the Ye family for sending Fuyan to him, and also to draw a clear line from now on.

Seeing that they stopped talking, the monks at the same table also started to greet Ye Tingjiang and report their family name.

Lord Tingyun usually lives in Yingxue Peak, so they rarely see him.At this time, I also want to make friends, and get on the line of Linxianzong, so everyone is enthusiastic.

Ye Tingjiang nodded in greeting one by one, Mu Chuihan was bored, his eyes wandered around the table.

He found that among this group of courteous monks, there was only one tall and straight young man sitting quietly.He didn't participate in the conversation of these monks, nor did he show any dissatisfaction or spying on Mu Chuihan sitting here.

Sensing the look in Mu Chuihan's eyes, the young man raised his head and smiled at him as a greeting.

When the group of monks finally introduced themselves, the young man said without arrogance or impatience: "I'm Gu Lin, I have met Mr. Ting Yun."

Ye Tingjiang still nodded at him, but when he heard the name, he asked one more question: "Do you know Senior Sister Mingzheng?"

The young man smiled: "There is indeed a fate. It is Gu Lin's fortune to have the help of Fairy Mingzheng."

Mu Chuihan didn't understand, but Ye Tingjiang obviously understood what Gu Lin was referring to, and smiled politely at him.

With Ye Tingjiang's arrival, Ye Xu, the most important person at the birthday banquet, was all present, and the banquet started immediately.

The flowing delicacies are served, and the ingredients used are extremely precious and full of aura, which is of great benefit to low-level monks.

Ye Tingjiang was still the same as before, eating a few mouthfuls at will for the sake of courtesy.

But Mu Chuihan, who had a soft spot for food, remained motionless, not even bothering to pick up his chopsticks.

Ye Tingjiang asked: "Sure enough, you can't eat anymore?"

Mu Chuihan really wanted to be pampered, so he shook his head and said only three words: "I don't want to eat."

He obviously did not give face to the Ye family in public.The expressions of the other monks at the same table also changed, thinking that this little thing is really presumptuous, so arrogant.

But what surprised them even more was Ye Tingjiang's reaction.Ting Yunjun didn't even change his face, he acquiesced to his actions, and didn't think he was disobedient at all.

Seeing the ambiguous marks on the side of Ye Tingjiang's neck again, the monks immediately reset the young man's status in their hearts.He couldn't help sighing that Mr. Tingyun, who has always been known not to be close to beauty, would have such a lustful day.

Ye Tingjiang didn't know that his image was corrupted again, but he couldn't help but feel the cuteness of his little disciple again.

Fuyan didn't want to see Ye's family, after all, she was venting her anger for him.

There is a clear distinction between love and hate, and hatred is like hatred.Ye Tingjiang is used to everything being smooth and calm, but he doesn't mind the pure and true temperament of young people.

Moreover, he seemed to finally understand why Fuyan ordered so many dishes at noon.It turned out that I had made up my mind since then, and I didn't plan to move my chopsticks at night.

Thinking of this, Ye Tingjiang couldn't help smiling at Mu Chuihan.

Mu Chuihan watched the banquet halfway through, so he dragged out his voice: "Xianjun, I don't want to eat. When can we leave?"

He always did whatever he wanted, and he didn't want Ye Tingjiang to stay here any longer, so he urged Ye Tingjiang to leave the meeting early.

It's enough to come here anyway, and the ceremony is here.

Ye Tingjiang knew his intentions, so he also prepared to get up and bid farewell to the Ye family.

Seeing this, the monks at the same table hurriedly persuaded them to stay. In such a short time, Mr. Ting Yun might not even remember their names, let alone make friends with them.

Ye Xu has also been paying attention to the situation at this table. When he saw Ye Tingjiang about to leave, he hurried over and said, "But we didn't entertain well, Mr. Tingyun might as well sit down..."

Mu Chuihan simply refused to let Ye Tingjiang refuse, and said casually: "You are very good, but I want to go back."

As he said that, he glanced at Ye Tingjiang, and his eyes were rippling, which really meant a bit of a seductive little vixen.

Ye Tingjiang then said: "The little apprentice is afraid of life, so I'd better go with him first."

Seeing Mu Chuihan's appearance, Ye Xu was so full of arrogance that he almost said "arrogance", but Ting Yunjun's "fear of life" was really perfunctory to the extreme.

But he didn't dare to force him to stay, so he had to say: "The junior still has something to discuss with Lord Tingyun, can Xianjun move?"

Ye Tingjiang glanced at him and finally nodded.

The monks at the banquet said goodbye to Ye Tingjiang one after another, only Gu Lin smiled and added: "Please stop Yunjun to send my greetings to Fairy Mingzheng on behalf of the younger generation."

Ye Tingjiang also treated him differently, and immediately agreed.

After they left the banquet, Mu Chuihan originally wanted to follow Ye Tingjiang, but Ye Xu obviously just wanted to talk alone, so he was a little embarrassed.

In the end, Ye Tingjiang told Fuyan to leave first.He didn't know what Ye Xu wanted to say, and if something was difficult, he didn't want to disturb the little disciple.

Mu Chuihan had no choice but to let go of Ye Tingjiang, and followed Ye Qixuan to the garden to relax.

The layout of the Ye Family Garden has not changed for hundreds of years, looking at the small pond in the center, Mu Chuihan's mood is not very good.

But Ye Qixuan didn't know how to read people's faces like his father, so he bumped into him: "Fuyan, how does it feel to be by Tingyun-jun's side?"

Mu Chuihan looked at him with a smile: "What do you think, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Qixuan said casually: "Mr. Tingyun is very kind to you. I was the one who rescued you from the Fugui Building at the beginning, which also contributed to this fate." He had expectations: "If you are free, can you be in front of Mr. Tingyun? Say something nice for us?"

It's fine if he doesn't say it, but once he said it, Mu Chuihan was reminded of his shabby worth in front of Li Erniu.

He raised his eyelids, pretentiously: "Young Master Ye spent 60 Lingyu at the beginning, and later I heard that the building sold another 120 million for a high price."

Ye Qixuan was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably, this dare to ask him to make up another 60 Lingyu?

Mu Chuihan said again: "Fuyan's life experience is wandering, and he speaks lightly, so how can he speak in front of a fairy..."

With only 60 Lingyu, you still want him to blow pillows?

Ah no, he didn't even have a chance to sleep on Ye Tingjiang's pillow!

Ye Qixuan felt that sweat was dripping from his forehead: "Mr. Tingyun attaches great importance to you..."

He felt that the young man in front of him was extremely difficult to deal with, so he replaced the ordinary "you" with "you".

Mu Chuihan still had such a soft tone: "Master Ye, why worry. Your ancestors stretched out their fingers when they were happy, what else is there to worry about for the Ye family?"

Ye Qixuan heard him repeat exactly what he said the day he gave Ting Yunjun a gift, and it was clear that Fuyan hadn't said anything harsh, but he just felt that this seemingly weak boy was very upset.

Ye Qixuan analyzed it by himself, but in the end he could only think that Fuyan was still worried about the fact that he gave him a gift?

He showed the same respect as he faced Ting Yunjun: "That's a joke, now we still have to rely on you..."

Ye Qixuan glanced at Mu Chuihan, thinking of his slightly sarcastic tone when he said "Old Ancestor", a title slipped out of his mouth: "Little Ancestor!"

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