A happy year.
The many wives and concubines are like wolves and tigers, and they seem to be competing in secret, competing to swim.
Zhong Yan, who was recharging his energy and energy, had a great time and gained a lot of experience.
Except Yu Qingyao.
She entered the Zhong Mansion and became a Taoist companion, but when Zhong Yan came to see her, she always talked about cultivation seriously, never mentioned consummating the marriage, and didn't even make any ambiguous moves.
This made her feel anxious and uneasy.
For Zhong Yan, after all, she is the first female cultivator and official Taoist companion.
Anyway, it’s already in the bowl, so there’s no need to rush.
You still have to give it enough attention and respect, save it for after the wedding banquet, and take it seriously.
Moreover, he had a guess in his mind. For some unknown reason, and what kind of twists and turns there were, Yu Qingyao, who was called the 'widow', might still be in perfect condition.
If so.
Zhong Yan must have laughed and lamented that he had picked up a treasure.
Yu Qingyao originally had a simple mind. If he became her first man and treated him with sincerity, it would not take long for her to give up and even be bound to the system.
And if it were any other female cultivator, it would be extremely difficult to achieve this step.
Just like the many wives and concubines in the mansion now, even the mortal Jiang Ping has not reached the point of exceeding the limit despite spending a lot of thought.
Time flies to the Lantern Festival.
Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao went to Qinghu Villa to attend the Lantern Festival party.
The snow has not yet melted, and the spacious outdoor venue is white and crowded with people.
There were more monks participating than Zhong Xiaozhong reported, reaching 221!
More than half of them are unfamiliar faces, and their average cultivation level has increased significantly.
Zhong Yan secretly observed and scanned.
I didn't notice the 'Tianlinggen woman with the tear mole'. She probably left Qingyang. Even if she was hiding in Qingyang, she would not participate in such a gathering.
Although Zhong Yan is at the fifth level of Qi Refining, his spiritual consciousness has improved a lot through making talismans in the past few years and practicing the 'Great Void Technique' repeatedly last year.
This allowed him to see the realm of many monks who were higher than himself.
For example, Yu Qingyao next to her could see through many sixth-level Qi-refining levels, and even several seventh-level Qi-refining levels.
This shows that his consciousness exceeds that of the other party.
Monks gathered in twos and threes to chat and laugh, exchange information, and exchange resources.
All kinds of true and false news.
For example, thirty more inner disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect were stationed in Yangquanfang City...
Another example is the battlefield of Wei State. On the eighth day of the lunar month, the army of You Ye State and Wu State started fighting...
For another example, the auction of 'Wangliufang City' in March will become a grand event in the spiritual practice community in the northwest of Yan State, with many monks participating...
etc.
The most talked about thing was about the retinue mage in Qingyang City.
Because we are right around the corner, there will be another election tomorrow.
Many monks are interested.
What a deal.
You don't have to do anything at ordinary times, you don't even have to go to the guest house for your shift.
He also received a salary of more than ten spiritual stones a year for free.
And if you encounter special tasks, there are even more benefits.
Like last year.
Zhong Yan had hardly participated in anything, but Bai Siyuan was busy doing the work for him and distributed thirty-five spiritual stones to him.
Walking to a corner, Yu Qingyao whispered: "Husband, it seems that many people want to seek the position of mage. Will anything happen tomorrow?"
Zhong Yan glanced at the cold-faced Taoist monk and said with a smile: "Just be more natural."
He found that many women like to pretend to be aloof, pretending to be dignified and assuming a strong posture as a disguise for self-protection.
It was the same for Yan Sandao before. When he left the Zhong Mansion, he basically had a cold face in front of outsiders, with the words "Do not let strangers in" written on his face.
As everyone knows, the more you do this, the easier it is to attract others' attention.
Yu Qingyao pursed her lips and said nothing.
Go to a place.
A young man walked over with his fat body and shouted: "Friend Zhong Dao!"
The visitor's name was Pang Baodu, nicknamed 'Taoist Duobao'.
It turned out that he was one of the four late monks in Qingyang City besides Yang Yanqing. Although he settled in Qingyang City, he practiced abroad all year round to look for opportunities.
This man is also very famous in Qingyang City. Apart from Yang Mansion and the alchemist Cheng Youliang, he is probably the richest monk. He has five or six storage bags hanging on his body at all times, and he is always living well.
When Zhong Yan first came to Qingyang, he was introduced to him by Li Henian. In the following years, he met him less than once.
"Fellow Daoist Pang, you are well! When did you come back?"
"Just a few days ago!"
Pang Baodu glanced at Yu Qingyao, nodded in greeting, and smiled with his eyes, "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zhong and Fellow Daoist Yu on their marriage. Pang is back at the right time. I will definitely go to my house to ask for a wedding drink!"
The wedding invitations for Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao to become Taoist couples have been sent out to all the monks registered at the Keqing Mansion.
But the fat man in front of him went out and didn't receive it, and he was alone, with no wives, concubines, or maids in his house.
"Thank you very much. It's an honor for me and my wife, Zhong Yu, to be honored by fellow Taoist Pang!"
Yu Qingyao then raised her hands to thank her.
At this time, a discordant voice sounded not far away: "Hey, a widow broke her shoes and made it known to everyone, which makes me laugh to death!"
The sound is neither loud nor quiet.
But those present were all monks, enough to hear it.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Everyone who noticed the abnormality elsewhere also stopped talking and laughing. Pairs of eyes came together, asking in low voices, and came closer, waiting to watch the show.
"..." Yu Qingyao's pretty face turned red, full of shame and anger, but as timid as she was, she only moved her lips and could not speak.
Not to mention that she couldn't see the other person's cultivation. Even if she could, if he wasn't much weaker than herself, she probably wouldn't dare to speak.
Zhong Yan was the only one here, otherwise he would turn around and retreat silently for fear of blushing.
Zhong Yan looked at him with a calm face. He was a middle-aged male cultivator who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He had a beard and was very handsome. He was obviously a new casual cultivator in Qingyang.
As for the widow’s broken shoes?
How many monks care about this?
It's just a reason.
As soon as he said it, Zhong Yan knew that the other party was because of the position of 'retainer mage' tomorrow.
Because there are rumors in the city, the number of mage retinues remains unchanged this year, and the selection also remains unchanged.
It is also basically close to the truth.
Before Li Henian's death, he had many connections in the city and sent many herbs and monster corpses harvested from Mangdang Mountain, winning him many middle and late Qi Refining supporters to be re-elected as the retinue mage.
Zhong extended his hand and squeezed Yu Qingyao's palm, then took a step forward and said with a half-smile:
"What's the name of this fellow Taoist? It's understandable that you don't like Zhong, but if you insult my fellow Taoist, Zhong will be unhappy!"
The bearded man also strode forward, followed by two people, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Are you unhappy? The fifth level of Qi Refining is not worthy of knowing my name. A person who relies on connections to get through the back door is not worthy of being a retinue mage!"
"You look down on people who have connections?"
Zhong Yan smiled and blinked, then his face turned cold and he shouted: "Kill him, three hundred yuan!"
The words fell.
Almost at the same time.
Five or six figures moved together, some attacking from a distance, and some ducking to get close.
The bearded man's face changed drastically. The two companions standing behind him, one took action, and the other immediately cast a spell and shot back.
Bang~bang~bang~
In the blink of an eye.
The bearded man fell to the ground and became a dead body.
Zhong Yan raised his eyebrows, and the fat man Pang Baodu who was standing next to him came first, turned into an afterimage, and slapped the bearded shoulder with his palm.
The aura he displayed was no lower than that of Bai Siyuan, who had broken through to the eighth level of Qi refining.
"Breakthrough..."
Zhong Yan murmured in his heart, walked away with a smile on his face, looked at the corpse and said calmly: "I ask your name because I'm afraid that without a tombstone to hold the soil, the grass will grow quickly on the grave."
Taoist Duobao said with a smile: "You really don't know how to live or die. A foreign cultivator actually dares to show off his evil in Qingyang."
"That's it, if you want to compete with the mage, you can compete on stage tomorrow."
"With a bad mouth, living till now is enough."
One by one, the onlooking monks spoke out.
Zhong Yan had spent the past few years in Qingyang in vain. He looked around and handed over to the six monks who took action, half of whom were strangers.
"Thank you everyone, how about dividing the three hundred spirit stones equally?"
Pang Baodu laughed, "This is much easier than earning spiritual stones outside! Fifty yuan, free of charge!"
The other five people followed suit and smiled happily.
Many monks expressed regret and secretly said that they were too slow.
For example, Bai Siyuan came from somewhere else, glanced at the body, shook his head and sighed: "What a shame, I'm too late!"
Zhong Yan nodded with him, turned around and cupped his hands towards Yang Yanqing and his wife, who were looking at the far pavilion with cups in their hands, and then took out three hundred spiritual stones from the storage bag.
He also extended an invitation to the three strangers, "If you fellow Taoists don't mind, come to the mansion for a glass of wine on the sixteenth day of next month."
Yu Qingyao on the side was silent, but her heart had already melted.
If not in public.
She wanted to throw herself into Zhong Yan's arms.
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