"Master Immortal, please have some tea!"
"Thanks."
Yu Qingyao looked at the teacup placed in front of her, steam rising, and a scent of fragrance hit her nose. Just smelling it was much better than ordinary spiritual tea in the market.
Xiaohuan took another maid and put plates of food on the table, including various spiritual fruits, cakes made from elixirs, snacks marinated in monster meat...
Yu Qingyao couldn't help but swallowed her saliva, feeling grievances in her heart for no reason. This was the life a monk should have. It was not like the popularity of her own family, where the cold room and the stove were cold.
She looked around the entire hall. It could not be said to be magnificent, but the decorations were quite elegant. Compared with her own house, it was a compliment for being poor and shabby.
"Is the Talisman Master so rich..."
Yu Qingyao was suspicious, and then immediately thought negatively: "It must be a windfall obtained through shady means!"
After hearing the news, Jiang Ping rushed over first, and Yingying leaned forward, "Zhong Jiang from the slave family has met Master Yu Xian! My master is practicing and will be here soon."
Yu Qingyao stood up and returned the salute, looking quite polite, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Lao Zhong, don't be in a hurry."
However, Zhong Yan, who had received the report at this moment, just replied lightly, "I understand."
A stick of incense flashed by.
Xiaohuan found the maid from before: "Xiaoqin, why didn't you report it to the master?"
The little girl was stunned, "The notice has arrived, sister Xiaohuan, hasn't the master gone yet?"
Xiaohuan ran to Courtyard No. 10, stood at the door of the backyard and looked around, feeling suspicious.
She knew that Yu Qingyao's cultivation level was two levels higher than her own master, so how could she be so negligent.
"Maybe the master is busy at the critical moment..." After hesitating for a while, Xiao Huan did not interrupt again and went back to Hall 9, shaking his head slightly at Jiang Ping.
Fortunately, Jiang Ping often accompanied Zhong Yan to meet the monks' guests, and she had a lot of insights, so she was not indifferent, and she had a great time chatting with Yu Qingyao.
Until an hour later.
The sun sets and darkness falls.
Jiang Ping was sure that her husband did it on purpose. He probably had some quarrel with the female cultivator in front of him and was deliberately not giving him face.
Moreover, she still remembered that Tang Xiaoshu's last wedding banquet had so many monk guests, but Yu Qingyao found a sixth-level Qi refining master who did not come.
"Sorry, Master Yu, my master often forgets the time when he is practicing. I am afraid that it is inconvenient to be distracted at the critical moment. Please bear with me. If you don't mind, you can stay and have dinner with me. After dinner, my master He should be here soon."
Yu Qingyao drank a lot of spiritual tea, became very angry, and wanted to throw up her sleeves and leave.
But when I think about finally making up my mind to come here, if I go back this time in vain, I may not have the courage to come back again.
When will the days of being unable to practice come to an end?
"Then I'm sorry, I'll wait."
After receiving such a response to her euphemistic eviction order, Jiang Ping felt suspicious and said with a smile: "It's no trouble. I'd like to thank Master Yuxian for the favor."
After speaking, Jiang Ping ordered the maids to pass the dishes and set the table.
The concubines of Zhong Mansion also came forward one after another.
Except for Yan Sandao and Tang Xiaoshu, who were busy at the West District Martial Arts School and had not returned, they gathered together in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Looking at the pretty faces, Yu Qingyao couldn't help but think of what Zhong Yan said when he came to the door, 'You're average-looking, but you think you're beautiful', which didn't seem to be a deliberate derogation.
Compared with the five in front of her, she is not bad and can be equally matched, but she heard that there are two concubines in the Zhong Mansion who are good warriors, both of whom are the most beautiful in the world.
Looking at the five temperaments at this moment, it is obvious that they are not here.
And the maids in this mansion are all beautiful and handsome.
Especially the one named Xiao Huan, if he had changed into the mink fur worn by his masters, he would probably outshine everyone at his young age.
"A lecher!" Yu Qingyao couldn't help but label Zhong Yan in her mind.
The aroma was lingering. Jiang Ping greeted her and said with a smile: "Master Yu Xian will just eat some simple food and tea."
Yu Qingyao's lips twitched: "..."
Is this still called a simple meal?
Fragrant spiritual rice, a large table of twelve dishes, a combination of meat and vegetables, the soup is fragrant, half of which are cooked with various monster ingredients that are rich in blood and spiritual energy.
In all her years as a monk, apart from attending parties and banquets, she had never had such a sumptuous meal in private.
But in front of me, everyone is a mortal, but enjoying the treatment of a monk.
For a moment, she suspected that she had become a fake immortal, and something must have gone wrong.
"Hmph~"
"We can't wait in vain!"
"Eat all your rice!"
Yu Qingyao thought fiercely in her heart, but in fact she was eating very reservedly.
I only ate two bowls of spiritual rice when I arrived, which was even less than Xia He - I am a dignified monk at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so I don't want to lose face! Who cares about this little food?
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Yu Qingyao was ready to ask Jiang Ping to urge her again.
But the maid's cry came from outside - 'The master is here'!
Wow~
The five wives and concubines sitting around the table stood up at the same time.
As if she was infected, Yu Qingyao also stood up and turned to look.
"Husband!"
"master!"
Zhong Yan stood at the door, stunned for a moment, then smiled and held his hands in his arms, "Fellow Daoist Yu is here to make the Zhong Mansion shine! Zhong is late, please forgive me!"
Yu Qingyao: "..."
Zhong Yan turned to glare at the maid at the door, "Why didn't you come and call me?"
The maid knelt down with a plop, not knowing what had happened, and was trembling.
Xiaohuan also hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down, "Master, please calm down! Seeing that the master's training room is tightly closed, this servant must have reached a critical moment, so she took matters into her own hands and didn't dare to make any noise!"
Yu Qingyao saw that the anger on Zhong Yan's face didn't look like he was faking it, and for a moment she really thought that the servant had neglected his duty.
But how is that possible?
The little Qingyao in her body rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "Friend Zhong, please don't get angry. Qingyao heard that fellow Taoist was practicing, so he asked not to disturb him. There is nothing important. It doesn't hurt to wait a little longer."
Zhong Yan's face softened, he glanced at the dining table and waved his hand, "Fellow Daoist Yu, please come to the study to talk."
Chun Xia Qiu Dong looked at Jiang Ping with a questioning expression.
Jiang Ping shook her head.
the other side.
After entering the study and sitting down, he waved his hand to condense the soundproof shield. Zhong Yan immediately changed his attitude and said with a half-smile: "You are not qualified as a house guest. You have not contacted the host for such a long time."
Pretend, why don’t you continue to pretend!
Yu Qingyao was extremely speechless and said angrily: "I have contacted you with a communication talisman!"
"Is it?"
Zhong Yan blinked, "Oh, the three communication talismans I thought were for you were left in the training room. I didn't take them with me, so I didn't notice them."
There is nothing wrong with two communication talismans being paired together, and only when the divine consciousness is imprinted can the communication be communicated through voice.
Yu Qingyao was too lazy to pay attention to these remarks and asked, "When will I enter the Zhong Mansion?"
Zhong Yan shook his head, "Your cultivation level makes it difficult for you to come here. You can just stay at home. I will come to you if necessary. Don't let anyone know that you are a guest at home."
Yu Qingyao thought that it was true. Fortunately, she didn't move. She thought to herself that she didn't know what dangerous tasks the other party would arrange for her to do.
"Anything else?"
"???" Yu Qingyao came back to her senses and stared, what do you mean? Are you going to drive me away?
She swallowed her saliva and said a little unsurely: "Well, can you pay me some salary in advance?"
Zhong Yan was amused, "Let me tell you, it turns out he came to the door because he was short of money."
"..." Yu Qingyao was speechless and her face turned red. This was a fact and there was no way to refute it.
Zhong Yan: "Salary is paid out once a year. You have just started and haven't done anything yet. How can you make an advance payment?"
Yu Qingyao said anxiously: "I didn't do anything about Xue Mansion?!"
Zhong Yan said calmly: "That is your certificate of application and qualification assessment for being my guest."
Yu Qingyao's chest heaved with anger. She took a deep breath and explained solemnly in a soft tone: "I promised to be a guest of the Zhong Mansion before. Without your nod, I did not dare to take on the escort mission again. Last month, the City Lord's Mansion asked me to remove the demon. I I also refused. With no income, I can’t even pay the rent. You asked me to wait for a year before paying my salary. I can’t even maintain my daily practice..."
Zhong Yan tapped his fingers on the table, looking like he was thinking seriously.
Yu Qingyao pursed her lips, bowed and handed over her hands, "I ask you, Mr. Zhong Dao, to be accommodating and pay me a year's salary in advance. Qingyao will do her best to serve as a guest."
Zhong Yan said: "I told you that Zhong Mansion doesn't raise waste. I can pay you a salary in advance. I have something to do right now. I'll give it to you when I come back."
Yu Qingyao's face changed slightly, she was waiting for her here, "Fellow Taoist, please tell me!"
Zhong Yan waved his hand and dropped a package on the table, "There are two hundred spiritual stones inside, as well as a copy of martial arts techniques. Go to Yangquanfang City and give it to Mazhida, the guard on duty."
Yu Qingyao was stunned, blinked and asked subconsciously: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away with my things?"
"Do you dare?"
Zhong Yan sneered, stood up and left the study.
Yu Qingyao: "..."
Hum, see if I dare!
Humming in her heart, she waved her hand to put the package into her storage bag, and stepped to catch up. She said with a blushing face: "Zhong, friend Zhong, I am going to the market, and I just happened to be purchasing some supplies. Can you lend me some spiritual stones first?" , no, just five."
Zhong Yan turned around with a surprised look on his face, "You don't even have five spiritual stones?"
"..." Yu Qingyao was so embarrassed and angry that she wished she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
She bit her lip, stared at Zhong Yan for a while, then turned and left.
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