De Feng Ancient Road, outside Cuixin Palace.
"The lantern is a little further to the right, okay, right here, stop."
Zong Hengzi helped Xia Chenglin hang up the lanterns. In order to preserve the unique atmosphere, they were prohibited from using true energy magic. Then all the brothers were assigned jobs and pulled out to help.
After another inspection, Xia Chenglin turned around and asked, "Speaking of which, Second Senior Brother, have you seen Master?"
"I should go to the mountain gate to pick up my uncle." Zong Hengzi pointed to the distance, then pulled out a scroll and handed it to Xia Chenglin.
"Let senior brother go to Wenjunfang to pick up the reserved Qian Rigan. Are you sure he won't get lost?"
"Don't worry, Yeyun is following you."
"He doesn't run out often, does he?"
"If you want to talk about other places, that's not necessarily the case, but it's no problem to go to Wenjunfang."
While the two were talking, they each hung the scrolls in their hands on the two pillars outside the Cuixin Palace.
Immediately, the scroll unfolded with a clang, and there was a pair of couplets, iron paintings with silver hooks, and gold foil on a red background.
"The shade of the Sophora japonica tree has been growing for a hundred years, and the lotus flower has bloomed and its branches have been growing for five generations."
After confirming that there was no problem with the upper and lower couplets, Zong Hengzi confirmed to Xia Chenglin: "Uncle Grand Master?"
Xia Chenglin nodded: "The handwriting is indeed written by my grandfather."
The handwriting is far less sharp than before, but as two people, they can still vaguely tell whose hand this couplet came from.
"Is there anything left that hasn't been arranged?" Zong Hengzi stretched his waist.
"The ribbon hasn't been hung yet, and you and I are not responsible for the other parts."
Right now!
boom!
Zong Hengzi followed the sound and cast his gaze towards the back mountain. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "Uh, how many times has it been?"
"the third time."
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The courtyard behind the mountain.
As the white cloud smoke rolled, all the black smoke coming out of the kitchen was transformed and dispersed. Mr. Fei Fei did not look at the two people standing there, but turned to Ying Yunqian who was cutting the dice and said:
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"Yunqian, go to the foot of the mountain to buy some materials and come back."
If he hadn't reinforced the surrounding area with Kunlun's true energy in advance, the house would have been blown up today.
"Junior, go right away."
When Ying Yunqian heard this, he let out a sigh of relief. He immediately greased the soles of his feet and ran away. His two friends were also outrageous, blowing up the kitchen three times in just one hour.
At this time, it would be problematic for Grand Master Uncle to be in a good mood.
Can't be saved, can't be saved, I'm a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist, I'll say goodbye!
"Master..."
Xian Mo Yuyuan felt uneasy and hesitated to speak. He felt that he could still save the life.
Obviously, when I was cooking hot pot in Daowuwang Valley when I was a kid, this kind of thing would never happen...
The kitchen exploded three times in one hour, and he thought it was Ning Yuan's fault.
Of course, Ning Yuan on the side also felt that it was not his problem.
In any case, the two of them came to help, but not only did they not help, they also caused trouble. They were not punished because these days were special.
Mr. Fei Fei looked at the two of them, his face was very calm, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry: "When Yun Qian buys the materials, he will leave them to you two to deal with.
But one thing to remember is, don't go into the kitchen, understand? "
"clear!"
The two of them felt guilty. After responding, one took over cutting the blocks and the other started processing the materials.
Mr. Fei Fei did not reprimand them and rushed into the kitchen again.
It's a pity that Ruomei and his senior sister are both with his wife, otherwise he wouldn't have called these unreliable juniors to help him. In the end, it would be better not to call him.
Should he consider it and see if he can find a life that can help him, or even directly help him cook.
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“It is the destiny of heaven, the gentle breeze and the rolling hills, even if it rains for thousands of years, it is difficult to wash away the flawless jade;
It is said that there is a flaw in the Tao. Who can see the beauty in it? The stack of flames plays Wang Quan. "
In the sound of poetry, Xia Yan, who had returned from the Four Realms, appeared. The first words he heard when he entered the gate of De Feng Ancient Road were -
"Senior brother, do you want to be an apprentice?"
The person opposite stood tall and tall, with an emotion called joy flowing through his body. However, the thirty-seven degree mouth was slowly opening and closing, speaking words that were minus fifty degrees.
Xia Yan didn't even think about it and blurted out immediately: "No!"
Originally, Xia Yan was in a good mood when he saw his junior brother waiting for him as soon as he entered the mountain gate. The depression of working overtime at the Tower of Metta was almost gone. But after hearing those words, everything was gone. Is there such a thing? He clearly wanted to punch him directly.
A flawless and dignified veteran of the Five Paths, he finally retired successfully after a thousand years of overtime work. However, his life after retirement was not as leisurely as imagined. Instead, he returned to Wenfeng Valley and continued to work overtime. His main task was to help a certain criminal. Xin's junior disciple led his apprentice, and finally brought him out. He even gave up the inheritance rights of Wenfeng Valley and directly ushered in a relaxed retirement life. As a result, not long after that, a Fetion letter was sent asking for re-employment... …
Okay, no matter how dark-hearted the junior brother is, he is still the junior brother who grew up watching him since he was a child. What's more, the master has already spoken, isn't it just a re-employment?
Result, result, the place of the Tower of Metta is a mess.
After his efforts, the place was finally corrected and gradually got back on track. Then, as soon as he came back, he heard these words.
Those who know know that he came back this time to attend someone's wedding as an elder brother, but those who don't know probably think that he, a dignified veteran of the Five Paths of Haozheng, will be re-employed again.
"Think about it?" Lin Chongyang continued.
Xia Yan replied angrily: "Is this how you repay your senior brother?"
He finally heard it. Fortunately, this kid didn't really want to burden him, otherwise he would turn around and leave now.
Although it is said that their generation is indeed short of talents, except for the junior sisters, several other people who were supposed to embark on the path of spiritual practice have given up this path due to the influence of the older generation and chose to live an ordinary life as ordinary people. lifetime.
This led to the fact that the junior brother really had no one to rely on, and under the influence of his master, he got into these habits over time.
"A rare talent, I don't want him to be buried." Lin Chongyang said casually.
"Zonghengzi." Xia Yan reminded him.
His legacy has been passed down to his nephew. If you want to teach, you can just let Zong Hengzi teach you. It can also be used as a way to train the younger generation.
To take a step back, as the master's direct descendant, he should have been the first successor to Wenfenggu, but he gave it up. When Chenglin grew up, he had to take over the position of his junior brother. Wenfenggu's burden came naturally. Then it fell on Zonghengzi's shoulders.
Xia Yan knew very well that if he accepted people again, these problems would be very troublesome, so instead of doing this, it would be better to just get rid of them once and for all.
Lin Chongyang nodded and understood his senior brother's reminder: "The two of them are good friends."
"Are you free?" Xia Yan stepped forward, raised his fist and punched Lin Chongyang on the right shoulder: "Let Mu Ci resign, don't you think so too?"
Qicheng is not this kind of person, and his junior sister is not good at this. After all, the only two junior brothers that he can rely on are them.
"During these days, I have worked hard, senior brother."
After saying this, Lin Chongyang bowed and bowed.
This time Xia Yan did not deliberately avoid it: "When is the wedding date?"
