Grandma Zheng went back to her house to rest, but left Liu Xiaolou hanging in the yard wondering what she was thinking. This trip was only fifty miles, so it was still a drive. It didn't take much trouble. Wouldn't it be nice to give him a reward? No need to hold a banquet?
"This steward, are you going to stop eating the banquet?" Liu Xiaolou asked the steward.
The old woman in charge forced a smile and replied: "Grandma has given orders, please don't refuse." She had a fat face, but she just squeezed it slightly, and her cheeks trembled like waves, which made Liu Xiaolou feel heartbroken. Shocked.
Shocked by the fatness, Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to bow his head and follow a maid out of the Moon Gate, passed through two wind and rain corridors, and went to live in a side courtyard. There are only three houses in this yard. The main house to the north is slightly larger, and the wing rooms on the east and west sides are slightly smaller, but not much smaller. There is no woodshed or kitchen. There is a jujube tree planted in the middle. It is obvious at a glance that it is used for A living room for entertaining guests.
The Hongluo Villa of the Zheng family is very large, and there are few guest rooms like this. Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Liu Xiaolou occupied the main room in the north.
The maid brought hot water for washing, made Liu Xiaolou's bed and then left. Liu Xiaolou asked about the situation of Hongluo Villa. The maid kept her mouth tight and only pursed her lips and smiled without answering. She really couldn't escape. Then he answered: "My servant's status is low. I don't even know what the guests ask me."
The dinner prepared by Hongluo Villa was very elaborate, including a large conch slice. After eating it, the lips and teeth were filled with saliva, and a faint trace of spiritual power arose in the belly, which really gave Liu Xiaolou a surprise. After eating one plate of conch slices, it feels like you have eaten three bowls of spiritual rice. The spiritual power contained in the two is almost the same.
When the maid came in to clean up the dishes, she did not avoid the details of the dish. She told Liu Xiaolou: "This is the Bailu Fushou snail, a specialty of our Hongluo Villa. It grows in Bailu Lake and is not easy to catch. Distinguished guests come to the village. I am a guest, so I will cook for you."
It was already late at night after the meal. Liu Xiaolou was wandering in the courtyard, standing under the jujube tree, looking up at the bright moon from among the mottled branches. The wind was cold and the moon was even colder, but he felt a little hot in his heart.
After eating the Bailu Fushou Snail, he gained an additional understanding of the Zheng family's strength in Luoshan. Any productive practicing family, whether it is Eyang Villa or Jinping Villa, is an important dependency of a large number of famous families. His status in the sect is not low, and his financial resources are strong enough.
Looking at what Grandma Zheng meant, she stayed overnight and held a banquet, and today she treated her like a spirit conch. Could it be that she wanted to recruit herself as a sacrifice? If this is the case, then of course I will agree without hesitation. As for being humble and giving in, there is no need at all. It's just that his own cultivation is slightly insufficient, and his qualifications to be a worshiper are slightly insufficient. But there are no absolutes in anything. What if Zheng's own cultivation is weak? Didn’t Grandma Zheng once say on the road that none of his sons were very successful?
To take a step back, even if you can't make an offering, it's still possible if you can hire a deacon. I have inquired about the collectors in Eyang Mountain. The deacons hired by the collectors are paid monthly stipends, which can be exchanged for six spiritual stones in a year. Although it is not much, the advantage is that the income is stable and there is no risk. Being in danger and fighting life and death is considered a good future. I think it won't be any worse if you come to Hongluo Villa, right?
If this is true, it will be much better than simply receiving a reward! The only thing to worry about is that Grandma Zheng doesn't mind her origin in Wulongshan, but what about the rest of the Zheng family?
With this thought in mind, Liu Xiaolou could not help but feel a little emotional. Just as he was worrying about gains and losses, the figure of the maid appeared at the moon gate again, followed by two young men.
Looking through the moonlight, one is elegant and refined, with white clothes better than snow, floating as if out of the dust; the other is gentle and elegant, with blue clothes as dark as black, elegant and suave. But they are two handsome young men.
Are these the two younger disciples of the Zheng family? Come here to express your gratitude to Mr. Dao?
Why is this so!
The maid led the two of them into the courtyard, congratulated Liu Xiaolou, and said a few simple words: "Master Liu, this is the White Cloud Swordsman, and this is the scholar in blue. The three immortal masters are very close to each other."
Liu Xiaolou was startled, thinking that he was not a descendant of the Zheng family. Could it be that he was also a tribute raised by the Zheng family? After bowing their hands in a salute, the two men snorted from their nostrils, walked directly past Liu Xiaolou, and looked at the three rooms.
The maid whispered softly and reminded: "Master Liu arrived first and has already moved into the main room. The two of you can live in the east and west rooms separately. It's getting late, so the three masters will have a rest early, and the maid will leave."
With that said, he exited the courtyard.
The two men glanced at Liu Xiaolou. Liu Xiaolou clasped his hands in a gesture of saluting. Seeing their appearance, he slowly lowered his hands, and the jade sleeves slipped off his sleeves, holding them in his palms.
I don’t know what the cultivation level of these two people is, and whether my own phantom formation can trap them, but this is not a life-or-death battle, and it is inconvenient to expose the scattered Yuan rope from the ground, and the blurred Xiangjin is in the battle to surround and kill Hou Sheng. When all is used up, only the Three Mysterious Swords can be used. It might not be a good idea to fight one against two.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the shoulders and wrists of the two men, ready to activate the Linyuan Black Stone Formation at any time.
Suddenly I heard a scholar in green shirt ask: "Master Liu Xian? May I ask where the immortal hometown is? What sect and sect is it?"
Liu Xiaolou was not ashamed of his origin and responded calmly: "I come from Wulong Mountain in western Hunan and Sanxuanmen."
Baiyun Swordsman suddenly frowned: "How could Hongluo Villa even recruit wild cultivators from Wulong Mountain?"
The green-robed scholar waved his sleeves and said in displeasure: "It's really shameful to be in the same company! That main house is not suitable for living in. There are two houses in the east and west. You and I will judge the level of our cultivation. The winner will choose it!"
Baiyun Swordsman nodded in agreement: "That's exactly what it should be!"
The two of them withdrew their gaze, no longer paying attention to Liu Xiaolou, but stared at each other.
Liu Xiaolou was speechless for a while. However, he had been despised for more than ten years and had already become at peace with it. He was not angry or even angry. If the Wulongshan monks were angry about this kind of thing all day long, they would be angry. died.
He was full of expectations for the fight that was about to begin, and wanted to see the level of Xiangdong monks, so he stepped aside and prepared to observe the fight.
I saw the Baiyun Swordsman slowly draw out his long sword, and with a flick of his finger, a rainbow-like sword light popped up. He said to the green-shirted scholar: "This is the Baiyun Sword. The sword light can be breathed three feet. I have already reached the sixth level of Qi refining below. I don't know, brother." How is your cultivation level in Taiwan? Is it worthy of a sword test?"
The green-robed scholar flipped his wrist, and a large iron fan appeared in his palm. It opened and closed with a clatter, and there was a faint sound of thunder and lightning among the fan blades.
This is also a kind of "sword light"!
"This is a wind and thunder eight-fold fan. There are eight pillars of thunder and lightning in the fan, and there are also six layers of Qi refining below."
Liu Xiaolou, who was watching, became excited. The magic weapons in the hands of these two men were extraordinary. Most of them were the children of famous families, and their cultivation levels were two levels higher than his own. This battle was very exciting!
After concentrating and holding their breath for a long time, the white cloud swordsman and the green-robed scholar never made a move, and continued to look at each other, causing countless sparks to collide.
Liu Xiaolou knew that both sides were gathering momentum. The more momentum they gathered, the more intense the fight would be, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.
Suddenly I heard Baiyun Swordsman ask: "Which meridian is your brother attacking?"
The scholar in blue shirt replied: "The Jueyin meridian of the hand has been broken and is heading towards the inner pass!"
The Baiyun Swordsman felt miserable when he heard this. He put away the Baiyun Sword with a long sigh, clasped his fists and bowed: "I have just passed through the Chemen Gate, and I am one move behind my brother in Taiwan Chess. I am willing to be the inferior!"
The scholar in green shirt waved his fan and smiled: "I am open-minded and graceful, which is admirable. You are welcome to accept."
After that, he closed the iron fan and walked straight into the east room.
Baiyun Swordsman felt lonely, turned around and entered the west room. When he closed the door, he sighed softly: "There are mountains beyond the mountains, so we should work harder."
Silence returned to the courtyard, leaving only a confused Liu Xiaolou, looking left and right, puzzled.
That's it?
