Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

The auspicious day was chosen on the [-]th of June, and on the [-]th and [-]nd, some small sects had already sent congratulatory gifts, and on the [-]th, several hundred-year-old sects including Diancang Pavilion and Mount Emei also sent disciples to celebrate.

In the early morning of the [-]th, Fu Qingfeng and Yu Dailan put on formal attire early, with brocade clothes, silver sleeves and jade belts. Each gentleman came down the mountain modestly to welcome the guests.Immortals gathered in Taoyuanjin for a while, and the rays of the sun shone around, and I saw a few masters who came up from the mortal world dragging their chins and fighting with each other.

Cen Qihe was sitting outside the Izumo Hall at this time, facing the half-draped bead curtain, anxiously saying: "Xie Qiushi, since the master has identified you from the lower realm, I don't have any objections, but since you are going to be my head of Wuling , so you can’t act willfully and recklessly, at least my Wuling’s entry-level exercises..."

"Report—" the two little boys knocked on the door suddenly and said anxiously, "Peak Master Cen, Master Xie, Abbot Miaoyin of Jiaye Temple, Sect Master Huang of Tianxuan Sect has arrived with his disciples!"

Cen Qihe was taken aback: "Who?"

There was also a faint voice coming from behind the bead curtain: "Xiao Cen, who is this?"

The little boy hurriedly said: "Master Hui, the abbot of Jiaye Temple and the suzerain of Tianxuan Sect have come in person, Master Fu said, Master Xie, it is better to go and meet in person!"

Cen Qihe asked in surprise, "Why did these two come in person?"

"I just said that I want to meet the new head of Wuling." The little boy hesitated, "Could it be that he heard the wind and wanted to 'test the sword in lieu of ceremony'."

"...Understood, you go down." Cen Qihe waved the boy back, took a deep breath, closed the door and asked behind the bead curtain, "Did you thank Qiushi? How are you doing?"

"Look, you're in a hurry." There was a laugh behind the curtain, a plain white palm pushed aside the broken beads, Xie Qiushi turned around with a smile, opened his arms, two attendants put on his outer robe for him, and then lowered his body to take his place Take care of the hem.

The head of Wuling always prefers plain colors, and the robes he wears are always plain and white. Xie Qiushi is in a hurry to organize this ceremony, and he will have time to make new clothes in the future, so he only changed Xue Lingjing's old clothes, and changed his inner shirt to bright red. Brocade, with red and gold on the corners, embroidered Suzaku playing in the water on the outer robe, mixed with silver and red, a red emerald crown on his head, crimson vermilion boots on his feet, and a gilt folding fan hanging around his waist. It doesn't look like a big family leader, but rather a rich family.

Even Cen Qihe couldn't help but look at him twice, and then asked: "How is the book?"

Xie Qiushi stared at the volume of "Nineteen Books of Folding Flowers" in his hand, turned over a page with one hand, and nodded repeatedly: "Look at it, it's very simple, you can learn it with just a glance - what the boy said just now is 'testing the sword as a gift' What's going on? What is the Tianxuanzong of Jiaye Temple?"

"There are many Buddhist cultivators in the north of the Jin River, especially the Kayasa Temple. It is rumored that the Qinglian True Eye of Zen Master Miaoyin can break all lies and discern evil spirits in the world." Cen Qihe said patiently, "As for Tianxuanzong, 'Dong There is Taoyuanjin, and there is Tianxuan Mansion in the west'. Tianxuanzong and our Wuling are both in the same lineage of Wuling Yanxianjun. Although they specialize in different areas, they are connected by analogy and have the same spirit. Whenever there is a ceremony to celebrate, we can exchange swordsmanship without giving gifts to each other. To replace it is to 'replace etiquette with the sword'."

Xie Qiushi nodded, he didn't know if he listened or not, but he still concentrated on looking at the scroll in his hand: "Then it's going to be a fight, come on, they can't beat your grandpa and me."

Cen Qihe frowned: "I know how many strokes you have, but since you have become the head of my Wuling, you should use my Wuling Kungfu to fight against the enemy. Could it be that you want to give the venerable Abbot Miaoyin a few slaps? Specialize in the next three lanes? Take advantage of the loophole and kick his ass?"

Xie Qiushi amused him, a corner of the folded scroll was exposed, Cen Qihe's eyes were sharp, he reached out and snatched the "Nineteen Books of Folding Flowers", opened it, his face flushed red with anger—— What is the "Nineteen Works of Folding Flowers" here? What is wrapped in the cover is a "Eighteen Styles of Longyang".

Xie Qiushi exclaimed, quickly raised his hands, and shouted: "Keep people under the knife! Master Cen!"

Cen Qihe: "..."

He froze for a quarter of an hour, and took a long time to take a deep breath: "Come out, follow me to meet the two masters." The palms under the sleeves were tightly clenched, and the fingertips almost missed the flesh.

"Not in a hurry." Xie Qiushi said, turning the Eighteen Forms of Longyang to the end, "Look at this."

Cen Qihe closed his eyes tightly, and said viciously, "Take it away!"

"Hey, I was wrong!" Xie Qiushi smiled and took out a piece of letterhead from the end of the scroll, and waved it in front of Cen Qihe's eyes, "My beggar brothers in the back mountain sent me this."

Only then did Cen Qihe take it, glanced hastily, and said, "The Cangshan faction is here too? Did you invite it?"

"How is it possible." Xie Qiushi shook his finger, "The ghosts of brocade-eating insects are still floating around Wuling, how could I really invite such a group of people over?"

Cen Qihe frowned: "Then what do they want to come here uninvited?"

"I want to take them away, and I'm afraid they want to take us away too." Xie Qiushi sat down in front of the desk and smiled, "Why do you think I want to hold a big ceremony?"

Cen Qihe was startled: "You want to lure the snake out of the hole?"

Xie Qiushi lay on the table and "hummed" twice: "It's better to be dark than to be bright. It's not bad to make them think they have the initiative." He whispered a few words in Cen Qihe's ear.

Cen Qihe was surprised: "You want to deal with them alone?"

"Isn't there still you and Qingfeng here?" Xie Qiushi smiled slightly, "Let's do it. I'll meet Abbot Miaoyin."

The banquet was held in the Zhongfeng Ritual Sword Hall. At noon, Head Master Xie took Cen Qihe and Fu Qingfeng to his seat. He was dressed in red, and his jewels were shining brightly. He stood in the middle and looked like the morning sun. At first glance, bright and shining.

On the left side facing south is the most senior abbot of Miaoyin, Huang Feiqing, the suzerain of Tianxuanzong, and the lower sects of Diancang Emei sects, sitting in a circle in turn.

Xie Qiushi ordered the boy servant to pour a glass of wine, and he made a round of toasts from the top to the top. He tilted his wrist slightly, and except when he took a sip of the plain wine when he was paying respects to Abbot Miaoyin, the rest of the time his lips were not stained with liquid, and he couldn't hold his breath. The disciple immediately sneered, but he just ignored it.

Huang Feiqing said with a smile: "You are young and crazy. It is rumored that the new head of Wuling is a genius, with no self-cultivation, but he is favored by head Xue. "

He said two times "well-deserved reputation", shaking his head slightly while speaking, there was some kindness in the eyes of the younger generation, but under careful scrutiny, there was a little contempt.

"Excellent, honorable," Xie Qiushi said with a smile, "I have also heard of my reputation in the Jianghu—either good at magic, or good at fornication, either climbed on Xue Lingjing's bed, or fascinated the whole Wuling, you praise me I live up to my reputation, but you really think highly of me!"

There was silence in the hall for a while, Huang Feiqing obviously didn't expect that he didn't have a good word, so the hand holding the wine cup paused slightly, holding back not to spill it out, and after a long while, he said lightly: "Thank you for joking, headmaster." Then The disciple behind him nodded.

Cen Qihe hastily pulled Xie Qiushi's sleeve.

Xie Qiushi pulled back his sleeves, pretending he didn't know anything.

Cen Qihe stared.

The disciple behind Huang Feiqing got up and saluted, and said loudly: "Thank you, Master! My surname is Wang, and my humble name is Shangqing Xiacong. I represent Tianxuanzong today, and try the sword in place of the ceremony. Please thank Master for your enlightenment!"

Xie Qiushi smiled and said: "It's easy to say." Before he finished speaking, he kicked the man under the table with a kick.

Everyone: "..."

Cen Qihe covered his face and lay down on the wine table, looking at Fu Qingfeng as if asking for help, only to see that Fu Qingfeng was still pouring wine from cup to cup, his eyes were blurred, and his mouth was giggling: "Beauty, beauty, hiccup, beauty ..."

It's over.Cen Feng thought in his heart, it's all over.

Wang Qingcong was in so much pain that he didn't care about etiquette. He held his crotch and cried like Huang Feiqing: "Master Huang! He... he, he, he, he, he, he is too much of a bully! Master Huang is the master for the disciples!"

Huang Feiqing's face was livid, and before he could say anything, Abbot Miaoyin, who had been sitting quietly beside him for a long time, suddenly said, "Thank you benefactor, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness is not a benevolent act."

Xie Qiushi changed his expression with lowered eyebrows as if changing his face, bowed obediently and said, "Amitabha, Donor Huang, it's my mistake, I apologize to you."

Huang Feiqing's complexion was even worse.

"Thank you benefactor." Miaoyin said with a smile, "You are not from my Buddhist school, so you don't need to learn my Buddhist verses."

Xie Qiushi said "yes" honestly again, turned his head to Huang Feiqing and said: "Master Huang, you are the master, and I am also the master. We will fight one-on-one, and others will not say that I bullied you. It will not insult the practice of 'testing the sword in place of courtesy' created by the ancestors, right?"

He blinked, Huang Feiqing gave him a cold look, then looked at the old monk who was standing still in meditation, gritted his teeth and said: "...Yes."