Disciples who had traveled far away were returning one after another. Lanterns were decorated all over the Fairy Spirit Temple, trees were wrapped in red silk, and the quiet place was filled with joy.
Lu Zijin returned with his newly promoted fifth-level status and a wild and unruly image, unparalleled in the limelight, and kicked off a lively prelude.
Two sisters, Xin Yue and Xin Xing, came with more than a dozen fox demons and moved into the Xingyue Palace, which had been vacant for a long time.
The flowers and plants from Caomuling, led by Lu Xin'er, Lu Chan'er, and Hua Fenglan, came from Baihu Ridge and settled in Baihua Terrace. They got up early and worked hard every day. On the wedding day of the temple owner, all the flowers bloomed on each mountain. The fragrance spreads hundreds of miles.
Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang moved into Qiongzhi Building and ran up and down busy in excitement.
Zhang Wenfeng, accompanied by the mountain chief, Tufa protector, Lu Zijin and others, inspected the newly completed three-storey palace, with connected winding corridors, carved beams and painted buildings, hanging pavilions and cliffs. He went up to the stage to change the scenery. It was beautifully built. He actually He had seen it many times before, and with a stroke of his pen, he named this building complex specially built for him "Xiangsui Hall", which means "high and low complement each other, front and rear follow each other, eternity".
Say hello to the busy flowers and plants in and around the courtyard.
Yun Qiuhe returned to Xuanyun Temple last month, waiting for her wedding in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Listening to Shan Chang's family treasures, how many guests from the four continents will come to congratulate him, which guests from far away will check into the welcoming guest house a few days in advance, the reception arrangements of each sect hall, etc.
Lu Zijin has already posted widely, inviting friends from the demon clan to come and support him.
After wandering around for more than an hour, at noon, after seeing the detailed layout of the Xiangsui Hall, Zhang Wenfeng returned to Xianling Mountain and was about to go to his cave in the back mountain. After the wedding, he still practiced quietly every day, doing various chores. The chief, the earth protector and a group of disciples took care of it, so he didn't need to worry about it.
"Master, please wait a moment. A guest just sent me a gift, and I asked you to open it with your own hands."
Fan Chongfeng flew from the direction of Zhili Hall and shouted.
Zhang Wenfeng waited until Fan Chongfeng took over a long mahogany box and asked with a smile: "Who is the guest's name? Didn't you invite the guest to the Zhili Living Room for tea?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an invisible seal around the middle of the box. It was a fifth-level handiwork, and the aura was very unfamiliar.
"The guest looks middle-aged. He said that you and the visitor are old friends. You will know after seeing the gift. He did not want to come in and has already left."
"Oh, old friend?"
Zhang Wenfeng gathered strength in his hand and applied it to the seal. He was slightly startled. The disguised aura was the work of Mr. You who went out a while ago. What was the old man doing in a mysterious way?
Opening the mahogany box, there was a simple wooden sword without any engraved runes.
A smile appeared on Zhang Wenfeng's lips. You Lao rushed to complete the soul-gathering wooden sword before his wedding. He had to complete the rest of the seal carving and soul-imbuing by himself. It would take a lot of time to refine it and integrate it with the soul, and slowly cultivate it. Cost Life Sword.
"Well, I know who sent the gift. You can go and do your work."
Zhang Wenfeng said something and sent Fan Chongfeng away. He put the wooden sword back into the box, took off the red note that read "A wedding gift for Daoyou Zhang" on the side, and revealed a new copy titled "The Blend of Life in the House". Thin volume.
This old crook gave him such a special gift.
"Shopkeeper, what good things are you secretly looking at?"
Zhao Zhuer's voice came from a distance.
Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly put the booklet into the storage space. This thing should not be shown to the younger junior sister. He is a gentleman. He took out the soul-gathering wooden sword and the red note, waved it, and said with a smile: "This is a gift just given by an old friend. By the way, Zhu'er, what gift are you planning to give?"
"Shopkeeper, do you think it would be too tacky for me to give you a spirit stone?"
"Hey, it's up to you. It's more about courtesy than affection."
"That's right, our relationship won't be divided even if we give gifts or not, don't you think so, shopkeeper?"
"Ahem, yes, yes, everything you said is right, I'll leave first."
Zhang Wenfeng was defeated by the quirky little junior sister. He hurriedly escaped and returned to the cave. He took out the book again and flipped through it. The Taoist sect had various secret techniques in the room, which were all summed up by the experience of his predecessors. He wanted to examine Old Man You with a critical attitude. gift.
After reading it over and over again, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly became interested. This gift was truly extraordinary.
Fortunately, he is a gentleman who observes etiquette and maintains his vitality.
On the wedding night, he and his wife can have a good time practicing. Yun Qiuhe insisted on saving the beauty for that night, which was very foresight.
Old Man You is so insidious. He didn't bring out such a good thing earlier. He deliberately waited until now. Did he want to see his joke?
The old man was self-aware and went out for a wander during his wedding.
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It's Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye.
The Fairy Spirit Temple has already been crowded with guests, the crowds are buzzing, flowers are blooming all over the mountains and fields, and the atmosphere is lively.
The groom, who was dressed in bright red auspicious clothes, accompanied Lu Yuanyuan and Gu Qingrong, who had come from afar, as well as the fifth-level monk Shi Yin from the Western Continent, the newly promoted fifth-level monk Fayuan and others, drinking tea and chatting in the main hall. Yang Shuilan will accompany you.
In recent years, several new fifth-level monks have emerged in several continents, otherwise Lu Changyuan and Gu Qingrong can only come one at most.
The three fifth-level monks from Nanyuan Continent did not come in person, but sent disciples to deliver heavy gifts. They had concerns about the Eastern and Western Continents, which was understandable.
Tianqian Continent is too far apart and is caught in the battle between various internal forces. No one comes.
As dusk approached, I heard a cry from outside: "Here it comes, the bride's sedan chair is here."
Everyone in the hall stood up with a smile and walked out surrounded by Guanzhu Zhang.
The procession at Xuanyun Temple is huge, stretching for more than 30 miles in the air. Some are carrying, carrying or holding various dowry items, including exquisitely crafted sets of withered flower beds, mahogany cupboards with raised heads, tables, eucalyptus, and tables. There are all kinds of clothing, housing and transportation items such as bags, boxes, makeup boxes, treasure barrels for descendants, etc.
The wedding team was not inferior either. Eight Golden Elixir monks carried sedans and flew in the air. The fifth-level monks Lu Zijin and Zhao Zhuer opened the way. The matchmaker He Guangjun was followed by Yue Anyan and Lezi. Behind them were the Golden Elixir monks and the Freedom Realm monk Hao. It is majestic, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the colorful music is melodious.
What a lively scene.
The wedding ceremony was over and it was just getting dark.
After the banquet was over and the guests went down the mountain, only a few dowry girls were left in the empty Xiangsui Hall, cleaning up in the front hall.
The two newlyweds drank Hexin wine in the back hall bedroom. Zhang Wenfeng whispered something into the ear of the charming bride. She was so embarrassed that the bride cried out, "It's evil, don't look at it." Bo Ce, practicing novel techniques, his face became increasingly red.
The red candle illuminated the two figures getting closer and closer to each other on the window paper, and finally they were almost stacked on top of each other.
"The lights are still on."
"call!"
Being turned over by red waves will disappear overnight.
Early the next morning, Zhang Wenfeng got up feeling refreshed. His cultivation level had improved a little, to the middle stage of Guiyi Realm. The blending of life and yin and yang in one night was of great benefit to both him and his wife.
Unfortunately it can only be used once.
Too much is not enough, and if you practice again next time, you won’t have the same magical effect as you did the first time.
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