Late spring is over, and the scenery is bright and peaceful.
From a distance, you can see the water ripples, and the light floating thousands of miles away. Fairy children are constantly coming and going, glazed jade boards are laid out in a road, brocade silk and satin are scattered like heavenly ripples, a jade lock is connected to the boat from the middle of the lake, and a cloud-patterned boat is connected to the shuttle head. One hundred and eighty figures are arranged in the lake like stars arching over the moon, surrounding the pavilion in mid-air. In the hollow attic on both sides, people playing the harp, flute and harp are sitting opposite each other, their faces are demure and comfortable, and their eyes are filled with joy.
Looking from the boat to the shore, one can see the heavy eaves. The low table under the eaves is covered with silk cloth with red and unicorn patterns, and honey-colored lotus petal futons are placed for people to sit. There are mostly fruits and tea on the table, and there is rarely meat. Judu is full of spiritual energy, making people feel relaxed and happy when they hear it.
The Purple Mist Sect is just a small sect in the Great Lake of Mize that cannot be called by a name. It supports a Ning Yuan monk with a relatively shallow foundation in the sect. There are no more than a thousand people in the sect. Due to the location and topography of the sect, The land is flat and fertile, and the founder of the mountain has worked hard to develop thousands of hectares of fertile land. This has attracted many mortals to move here, plant spiritual rice, and raise animals and livestock. Because of this, the Purple Mist Sect is quite popular among small sects. foundation.
However, it is still separated from the old Luoxia Sect by several natural barriers, let alone compared with today's Qizang Sect and Shangchen Sect. The only Ning Yuan monk from the Ziwu Sect was specially present today, and he led a foundation builder on both sides. Disciples came to observe.
First, he handed over the birthday gift respectfully, then straightened his robes and followed the leading disciples to take their seats at the lakeside banquet.
This time it was the 400th birthday of Taoist Zhuwu, the Supreme Elder of the Shangchen Sect. The scene was extremely grand. The heads of all the sects were present in person. Those who really couldn't escape would be the Supreme Elders, who were particularly senior and powerful. A particularly strong person comes on your behalf.
Although Fenxuan has a lifespan of 500 years, things in the world are impermanent and cannot be fixed. Those with shallow foundations may hurriedly pass away after only four hundred and fifty-six years. Those with deep luck may take the treasures of heaven and earth or those with strong spiritual foundations. It is possible to live an extra ten or twenty years beyond five hundred years.
It's just that in the world, there are more of the latter than the former. For most Fenxuan monks, four hundred full life is the last full birthday, so the scale of the banquet is naturally much grander.
The Ning Yuan Ye of Ziwu Sect has resigned as the head of the sect, and only serves as an elder in the sect who pays no attention to secular affairs. He is usually very carefree and pampered. Today, when he sat in the banquet, he felt really constrained. Together with the foundation disciples on both sides, It is also difficult to sit still.
He held a tea cup and chatted with the guests at the east and west low tables for a few words. He also saw the bright Dharma light in the sky above, like a flying rainbow, flashing from a distance into the lake, turning into a series of free and easy figures, some tall and tall, some slim and beautiful. The children of Xian'e of Shangchen Sect all bowed their heads and saluted when they saw them, their attitude was respectful and frightened.
"Wearing the fairy orchid robe, that's someone sent by Huaiqing!"
"Embracing the phoenix-headed lyre, oh, isn't the lute fairy from Yuxian Palace in retreat, and she actually came in person."
"Even if you call me Qin Fairy, you are still just like us. You can only cultivate your soul by condensing your soul. How dare you accidentally attend Master Chen Zong Zhuwu's birthday banquet."
Those who can enter the lake and sit in the big boat banquet are all from the famous sects in Mize Lake, such as the Huaiqing sect and Xu Ningshan sects that have Fenxuan in charge, and even if they are not good enough, they must be from Yuxian Palace, Sects such as the Jiaoyue Sect that are attached to the Qizang Sect, such as the Purple Mist Sect, have neither Fenxuan nor a backer, so naturally they have no confidence to speak.
Ziwu Zong Ningyuan himself also knew this truth. He sipped the spirit tea silently without talking to others, but suddenly his heart trembled. His whole body was penetrated by a cold gaze from head to toe. When he regained consciousness, his whole body was like water. As soon as I picked it up, I was already dripping with cold sweat!
He hurriedly looked up and saw two figures walking quickly across the sky. They walked all the way to the lake without stopping, and actually stepped directly into the mid-air pavilion set up by Taoist Zhuwu for the distinguished guests.
It was not until the two of them stopped that he watched carefully and saw their appearance clearly. The woman on the left had a flower pattern on her forehead and applied a thin layer of powder. She had a graceful and well-proportioned figure. When she smiled, her face was extremely gentle and friendly, and she could see the softness in her face. If you are tough, the man on the right attracts a lot of attention. He has handsome and majestic features, a deep mark on his forehead, a strong and majestic body, wearing a dark green robe, with his hands behind his back, and his momentum is sky-high!
Since Gu walked straight into the pavilion, he was undoubtedly an honored guest of the Shangchen Sect. Ning Yuan of the Ziwu Sect was wary in his heart. Although he didn't understand why one of the two people wanted to put pressure on him, he didn't dare to look away.
However, before he could disperse his spiritual consciousness, Qi Boxhong directly formed his spiritual consciousness into a sharp shuttle and stabbed it with a sneer. The two foundation building disciples under the eaves and beams by the lake only heard the Supreme Elder's scream of "Ah" , he put his head in his hands and threw it on the table. When he hurriedly walked up to check, he was already bleeding from all his orifices. It was so miserable!
Others only thought that he was too blatant in using his spiritual consciousness to explore the mysteries, and he met a person with a bad temper, so he was taught a lesson by the other person, but they did not know that Qi Bochong did it intentionally.
"What's wrong?"
It was because Qu Yitang stood beside Qi Bochong that he could slightly feel the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness at that moment. As for the other people in the pavilion, either they were not at a sufficient level or their spiritual consciousness was relatively slow, and Qi Bochong, as a leader in soul cultivation, The method is particularly clever, so naturally no third party knows about the changes here.
"There's a bed bug that's keeping an eye on it." He didn't move his lips and just replied through voice transmission.
"Is it related to the Shadow Insect?" Qu Yitang brought Qi Bochong here just for this matter. Seeing this, he couldn't help but ask.
"That person has the aura of the shadow bug on his body, but it's relatively light. He should have contracted it when he took over the delivery."
"It turns out that the two people who sneaked into the ancient land before were mortals raised by the Purple Mist Sect. That person may be a visitor of this sect."
A few brief exchanges lasted only a moment, and the people sitting in the pavilion had already taken the opportunity to take a closer look at the two of them. Among them, Taoist Master Konggu had met Qi Bochong, and was even more stunned by his secret soul-searching skills. Now that he saw him coming here, he couldn't help but be confused.
As for the remaining monks, they had never known Qi Bochong's identity. They only saw that he had strong true energy and stood next to Qu Yitang with a calm expression that was neither humble nor arrogant. They estimated that he should be someone like the Supreme Elder of Chongxiao Sect.
Then he is a monk named Fenxuan!
And because they have seen Qu Yitang's ability to conquer ten societies at once, he and others always have a special kind of awe when facing the people of Chongxiao Sect, especially Qi Bochong's piercing eyes, and his heart trembles even more when he looks at him. They were both Fenxuan, and no one in the banquet dared to immediately ask.
Taoist Zhuwu, who was the host of today's birthday banquet, stood up to greet him and said, "Master Qu is here in person, so it's hard to welcome him from afar!"
"This is..." He showed just the right amount of suspicion, but there was no hint of rejection.
Qu Yitang spread his jade hands and said with a smile: "This is fellow Taoist Qi Bo Chongqi, the Supreme Elder I sent. He came here uninvited today just to taste the cold wine from the jar of fellow Taoist Zhuwu. I hope you won't be weird." "
