Xianzun and his cat

Wuwang Peak is the main peak of the Immortal Venerable, but there have been no disciples rushing to disturb the purity of the Immortal Venerable, so Yin Ning felt desolate when he walked that road.

But this time it was different, the Immortal Venerable wanted to drink a bowl of spiritual bone soup by name. Jinghong was naturally worried about asking others to prepare it for such a strange thing, so he went to the crowd to get the soup cup.

This made the disciples amused.Xie Juechen saw the soup cup he was holding, stepped forward with a smile, and yelled to Jinghong: "Brother, don't you like to drink this on weekdays? Why did you take a soup cup to serve it today? It's not like you What a pie."

Xie Juechen is the most extroverted among the brothers, and Jinghong is the most serious one, but Xie Juechen loves to talk and make fun with Jinghong the most, and Jinghong just wants to avoid him.

Now that so many juniors were watching, Jinghong had no choice but to restrain the traces of dislike that hadn't shown on his face, nodded softly, and took a spoon from the cauldron to scoop up soup.

"Hey senior brother, wait a moment—" Xie Juechen stopped him, and he gave him a cold look, so he withdrew his hand with a smile, "How big is the soup pot, senior brother, and how many meals do you plan to drink?"

"What does it have to do with you, you're not in shape all day long, go and go, stay away from me." Jinghong couldn't hold back, and scolded him.

Xie Juechen was unwilling to leave, and looked down at the soup cup in his hand - jade white, with aura, and even the color of the aura could be seen.

It's a good thing.

"Brother, are you going to give this soup to your precious apprentice?" Xie Juechen thought of Jinghong's unruly disciple, what was his name?what white?

"Don't talk nonsense!" Unexpectedly by Xie Juechen, Jinghong's expression was a little ugly, even flustered and apprehensive.

Did you guess wrong?

Although Xie Juechen is a bad-tempered junior, he is also smart. The highest seniority in the entire sect is only Mo Yan and Jing Hong. Below them is a senior sister, Qian Shuang, and after that are him and a few others. The senior brothers set up several small mountain peaks, and when they have nothing to do, they teach in the sect and teach the disciples a little.

A person who can make Senior Brother Jinghong respect and fear so much...Senior Brother Mo Yan?

its not right.

Xie Juechen frowned and looked at the Mo Yan on it, the person is here, is it possible that Brother Jinghong should feed him into his mouth?

While thinking about it carefully, suddenly, Xie Juechen saw the empty seat in the first place, paused for two breaths, and came back to his senses.

Yes, he almost forgot that it was not only these two venerables who ascended the immortal gate, there was also an immortal venerable, who was the real person with the highest seniority.

When Xie Juechen was still a teenager, he had seen that immortal, not only was he not an old man with white hair, but a silver crown with black silk, a jade-white hairpin, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a magic robe...it really doesn’t matter who it is It looks like you can be obsessed with it when you see it.

However, this immortal is extremely low-key. He has been closed to outsiders since the Great War of Immortals and Demons 500 years ago. Why did he suddenly say that he wants to drink spiritual bone soup today?

Not only Xie Juechen couldn't think of the reason, but even Jinghong couldn't think of the reason. He filled the soup cup, saw Xie Juechen standing aside as if in deep thought, snorted and wanted to leave.

Xie Juechen was disturbed by him, and hastily pulled him back: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother——"

"What are you doing?" Jinghong looked at him suspiciously, as soon as the boy called him, there must be nothing wrong.

Xie Juechen smiled, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, the main purpose of the Zongmen to hold this moon-raising banquet is to reconcile the Zongmen. You see, you always have a droopy face on weekdays. The disciples are afraid of you. The little disciple is not coming today, if you leave again, the rest of the disciples in the sect will be even more afraid of you in the future."

Jinghong knew that he was usually serious, and it was inevitable that some disciples would be afraid of him. After hearing Xie Juechen's words, he didn't say a word, just looked at him, wondering what else he wanted to say.

Xie Juechen rubbed his nose and said with a guilty smile, "Why don't you tell me, senior brother, who this soup cup is for, and I'll send it for you, so you can stay here and chat with the disciples?"

"You're dreaming!" Jinghong breathed out from his nostrils, obviously angry at Xie Juechen's words, "Leave it to you? I'm afraid you'll drink it up halfway and fall on my head."

Xie Juechen was a little embarrassed. He played tricks on the sect's seniors in the past, presumably because of his notoriety.

"Brother, don't worry, I promise to handle things well this time!" Xie Juechen's hand touched the soup cup quietly, and while Jinghong wasn't paying attention, he pulled the soup cup onto himself, and he didn't forget to say to Jinghong: Mo Senior Brother Yan has told me everything, is it possible that I dare to move what the Immortal Venerable wants?Don't worry, I'll come back as soon as I go!

"Stop! Xie Juechen—" Jinghong was robbed of the soup cup, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xie Juechen running several feet away, and was so angry that he jumped on the ground.