Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

14.

The mirage docked within a few days, and Dongchen Kingdom sent envoys to welcome it with great momentum.

Before disembarking from the boat, Lord Dong grabbed Mingzhi and insisted that he would send them back to Wuwang Mountain on the return trip. The kindness was hard to refuse, and Mingzhi felt that his cloud boat and small broken boat were among the many people who were invited to the banquet. It was really shameful in the sect, and the expectant eyes of the disciples behind them, finally did not lose face because of the mirage of the Moon Floating Palace. They did not want to be exposed when they went back, and become the laughing stock of other sects in the future.

So, Mingzhi complied.

In order to welcome the sect cultivators who came to the banquet this time, Dongchen Kingdom specially cleaned up a corner of the palace for the residence of all cultivators. Among them, several palaces and pavilions were used as residences for several sects, while small sects and Casual repairs will be arranged separately.

The residence of Yuefu Palace and Wuwang Mountain is not in the same place.

After being greeted all the way to the palace, Mingzhi handed the invitations to the people who came to meet him, and reported his family name: "Mingzhi of Wuwangshan, bring a few disciples to the banquet."

The man took the invitation card and carefully checked the pattern of the rising sun, which is the symbol of the royal family of Dongchen Kingdom, on the invitation card. He opened it and saw the words Wuwangshan inside. arranged place.

"Several immortal masters, please follow me."

A good-looking purple-clothed palace maid walked forward, followed by several equally well-trained maidservants, all with low eyebrows and respectful attitudes.

The Wuwangshan group followed them to the Dongchen Palace. Along the way, Mingzhi and the others saw that many monks were also led into various palaces and halls. When they came to a palace, the purple-clothed palace servants stopped. Said: "Here we are, this place is called 'Flowing Frost Palace', and I will take care of your diet and daily life during the time the immortals are in Jianhua Palace."

"Okay." Mingzhi rubbed his temples with his fingers, nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble everyone."

Receiving Mingzhi's response, the purple-clothed palace maid smiled and led them into Liushuang Palace.

Walking in the long corridor, Yuan Chu sharply saw a blue figure passing by not far away. Before he could take a closer look, the purple-clothed palace maid explained, "The residence of Wuwangshan is the owner of Liushuang Palace. Hall, and the left side hall is the residence of Yi Jianfeng, which has been settled in yesterday, and the other side hall is Jingyun Palace, the fairy master of Jingyun Palace has not arrived yet."

"The national teacher said that you are all sword cultivators, and they live together, so it will be convenient to exchange experiences in the future."

After the servant girl in purple clothes finished speaking, she raised her eyes and found that apart from Mingzhi, the faces of the disciples of Wuwangshan were not very good-looking.

Especially at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he looked at the direction where the blue figure flashed just now, pulled Xue Yuyu's sleeve, and pouted in that direction: "I saw Ruan Jing's salamander there just now, I didn't expect Yijian Peak to Live with us."

Hearing this, the purple-clothed palace maid asked respectfully: "Does this fairy teacher think there is something wrong with this arrangement?" Turning her eyes, she added, "The national teacher said, if this arrangement, what do all the fairy teachers think is wrong?" If it’s not right, feel free to bring it up, and the slaves will report it to the national teacher, who will let the national teacher choose another residence for the immortal teachers.”

Xue Yuyu pursed her lips, followed Yuanchu's line of sight, with a gentle but warm smile on the corner of her mouth: "Excuse me, does Yijianfeng know that he lives under the same roof as me?"

"Naturally." The purple-clothed palace servant replied, each sect will inform the sect it lives with in which palace or hall it lives in.

Xue Yuyu asked again: "That fellow Taoist of Yijian Peak, how did you react, what did you say?"

The servant girl in purple clothes shook her head, halfway through, she suddenly remembered that Yi Jianfeng's expression was also complicated for a moment when he heard about this, but he didn't say anything.

"...No." said the purple-clothed palace maid, "it's just that Lord Hua Lin, who is the leader, seems to really want to know who Wuwangshan will be attending the banquet this time."

"Mr. Hua Lin? Gong Liangjian?"

Although Yijian Peak is well-known among the Sword Cultivation Sect, its reputation is not as good as that of Wuwang Mountain, or it should be said that it has always been suppressed by Wuwang Mountain, so it always opposes Wuwang Mountain. Then a beam was formed.

The elders of both sides maintained their identities, pretended to be noble and did not engage in such undervalued actions as fighting and fighting each other, but allowed the disciples of both sides to fight.

For example, Wuwangshan disciples go down the mountain to slay demons and hunt demons, and they will always meet one or two Yijianfeng disciples who don't have eyesight flying in the air, stealing their achievements, and making Wuwangshan's disciples so angry .

And when the disciples of Yijian Peak went down the mountain to practice, there would always be a few Wuwangshan secretly following them, jumping out to stir up trouble at critical moments, which also made the disciples of Yijianfeng very angry. After all, Yijianfeng was different from Wuwangshan. There is an assessment for Feng's disciples to go down the mountain to practice, and if they fail the assessment, they will be punished when they go back.Then, occasionally there will be a small competition among several sword cultivators. The disciples of Wuwangshan and Yijianfeng are on the competition stage, strangling you to death openly, often with heavy hands. Stabbing your arm... In the end, no matter which side wins this competition, they will always be angry at the loser and ridicule them.

Of course, Wuwang Mountain, which suppresses Yijianfeng at one end, will always suppress Yijianfeng at one end. No matter what the process is, often the result of the competition is that Wuwangshan is always above Yijianfeng.

Gong Liangjian and Mingzhi's peers also participated in the battle between immortals and demons a hundred years ago, and fought against the mad fire demon. Although he was defeated, it was an honor, because he desperately protected the injured righteous fairy friend, and he was considered a younger generation in the world of immortality. After a hundred years, he has also become Lord Hualin from a mediocre junior, and his cultivation level has already surpassed Mingzhi's original body by a few blocks.

"Uncle Ming, you can beat... hmm?" Yuan Chu turned his head and wanted to ask Ming Zhi if he could beat this Lord Hua Lin, but it turned out that his uncle had disappeared at some point.

Looking around, he saw a gray-blue figure standing at the gate of the vermilion palace not far away, with a bird flying around his body, fluctuating up and down.

"what's up?"

Mingzhi stepped into the main hall of Liushuang Palace with one foot, when he heard someone calling him, he looked sideways.

The cool orange color at dusk gradually recedes on the eaves of the palace, and the twilight that follows comes in different shades, gradually occupying the sky.

Ming Zhi was sleepy, he yawned, looked at Yuan Chu who was about to run towards him, and said, "I'm tired, let's talk tomorrow if we have anything to do."

In the past few days on the mirage ship, he often blows the sea breeze when he has nothing to do. Brain turmoil.It was nothing when he got off the boat, but the section from the palace gate to Liushuang Palace, walking towards Liushuang Palace, the closer he got to his head, the more dizzy he became. Now Mingzhi just wants to catch up on a quick sleep. Nauseous dizziness.

"Uncle Ming doesn't seem to be feeling well," Yuan Chu looked at Xue Yuyu, "Just got off the boat and he was fine, what's wrong?"

Xue Yuyu shook his head lightly. In fact, he had noticed the fatigue on Mingzhi's face just now when Mingzhi rubbed his temples, but he was distracted by the matter of Yijianfeng, and he didn't pay much attention to Mingzhi after that.