The crowd was noisy for a while, and the atmosphere lost all vitality and politeness.
"Come on, come into the hospital, come into the hospital, what are you guys doing around here?" Xiang Zhe greeted everyone when he saw that the atmosphere was about to get better.
Wang Zijia held Xiang Feifei's arm and walked into the courtyard with the support of all the big guys.
The courtyard was also filled with seats and was still very lively. Although most of the people here are cultivators, their status is not high and they hang out in places like the North District, so the atmosphere of fireworks is still full, just like an ordinary banquet.
They entered the courtyard lively, with Xiang Zhe and Xiang Ji greeting them in front. Wang Zijia, Xiang Feifei and a group of clan elders followed behind, responding to the congratulations of the surrounding guests.
A large group of people came to the center of the courtyard. The place was full of people, but there were still a few seats empty.
Everyone greeted them to sit down, and Wang Zijia obviously sat at the core table. Among the elders around him, the young ones were him and Xiang Feifei, which showed that the Xiang family valued him.
After sitting down, the second uncle pushed Xiang Zhe and Xiang Ji, and Xiang Ji pushed Zhe.
In the end, Xiang Zhe couldn't resist, so he had to walk to the center of the yard, and while his magic power was fluctuating, he said: "Dear relatives and friends, today is my son-in-law's Taoist banquet. If you come to support me, I would like to thank you in advance for being here... ··”
With a few simple words to start, the atmosphere was quite lively.
There was a commotion for a while, and I don’t know who started it. Someone yelled: "Wang Daozhong, let's show everyone the magic, let everyone see the power of Daozhong."
Wang Zijia, who was dealing with the crowd, paused, and then said: "No, no, the talisman I practice cannot be made for everyone on the spot."
Are you kidding, let him act?
What to play?
The Bone Dharma Driver or the Ghost Infant Cannibal?
I'm afraid I don't want to turn a good celebration into a ghost party!
"Okay, okay, one by one, you want to see the performances, don't you? Wait until the competition enters the finals in a few days, so go and watch it to your heart's content." Second uncle Xiang Zhe saw that Wang Zijia was not evasive, so he quickly stopped him Noisy.
"Are you going to participate in the competition?" Someone shouted loudly: "If you sign up, we will go to cheer you up."
When Wang Zijia saw everyone watching, he shook his head and said: "I practice the talismans, so I won't join in the fun. The main reason is that I can't beat them if I do!"
"Haha, Wang Daozhong is so humble. I heard that among the sect's Daozong, there is no one who cannot be beaten. The difference is just one against ten or one against hundreds." Someone else answered loudly.
Wang Zijia: “········”
You must be exaggerating when you say "one hundred"!
However, there is nothing wrong with the core of this statement.
The banquet was more lively than Wang Zijia expected, and she got a lot closer to Xiang's family.
Mainly because they didn't expect Wang Zijia to be so shameless. While everyone was happy, they all envied Xiang Jia's good luck.
At the end of the banquet, Zhang Lin, the head of the Zhang family, who was present in person this time, suddenly said: "In the future, is Wang Daozhong planning to enter the inner gate through the Talisman Tower and develop on the Seven Peaks, or is he going to open the pulse at the outer gate?"
These words made the lively banquet quiet a little, and many people subconsciously stared at Wang Zijia.
Even the elders of the Xiang family looked at Wang Zijia expectantly.
Wang Zijia showed a wry smile and said: "Master Zhang really praises the boy. The boy wants to open the pulse to build a building, but the power of opening the pulse is not so easy to get. Every hundred years, the sect will receive the treatment of Taoism. There are at least several thousand people. But the number of people who can open their pulses while offering wine is no more than two hands."
"As long as the kingly kind has the heart to open the pulse, sacrificing wine will not make him a real person. When the time comes, we bitter people will definitely come to vote. As long as the kingly kind doesn't dislike it." Zhang Lin replied loudly and jokingly: "Everyone said right!"
"Yeah yeah!"
"Everyone can count on it!"
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"Okay, I'll be sure when the time comes. Don't bother me when the time comes." Wang Zijia responded in an easy-going manner with a smile.
The banquet lasted for most of the day, from around noon to mid-afternoon, and then ended hastily.
After dinner, Wang Zijia met everyone and ran away early with Xiang Feifei. Some families are left behind to take this opportunity to carry out various in-depth cooperation.
Mainly because if he continued to stay there, they might not be able to continue talking about things, and they would keep coming to greet him, so he took Xiang Feifei and ran away in advance.
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"Huh!" After leaving Xiang's courtyard, Wang Zijia walked down the street and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"It's very annoying!" Xiang Feifei, who was holding his arm, glanced at him and said, "In our small family, this kind of thing is unavoidable."
Wang Zijia turned around and looked at Xiang Feifei, holding his arm in a rare gesture of intimacy, and reached out to give her a heavy blow on the forehead.
"Ah, what are you doing? It hurts so much!" Xiang Feifei stretched out her hand to cover her red forehead and pouted.
"You know it hurts, day by day, no matter what you say." Wang Zijia glared at her and said, "Then it doesn't matter that my family is in ruins."
"That's not what I meant, I meant..."
"What are you talking about? You said you don't like me anymore?" Wang Zijia interrupted.
Xiang Feifei looked at Wang Zijia and said nothing, and Wang Zijia also looked at her fondly. There were many people walking on the street, and the sound of hawking was everywhere, but the two of them seemed to be still.
For a moment, Xiang Feifei blushed and lowered her head in panic.
Wang Zijia looked at Xiang Feifei with a smile, remembering Xiang Feifei's low mood these days, and suddenly looked around and said, "Feifei, look around."
Hearing this, Xiang Feifei raised her head and looked around, as if there was nothing special about the ordinary streets. She wondered, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"
"Look, there can be such a place with such a fireworks atmosphere in the sect. Compared with those on Xiangnan Street, aren't they, those selling ordinary food, still living well?" Wang Zijia's eyes lost focus. He said without any trace.
Xiang Feifei didn't understand and looked at Wang Zijia in confusion. Wang Zijia added: "I mean, I think, in this life, there are bright ways and ordinary ways. I don't want to be earth-shattering, but It’s enough to be sincere and have no regrets.”
"Leave the future matters to yourself in the future. If you think too much about some things, you are just worrying about things in vain. Your fiancé, I... don't want to be like Chen Shimei, and I won't be like Chen Shimei."
The plain words made Xiang Feifei a little crazy, and she looked at Wang Zijia's side face in trance.
When I first met him, my heart had nowhere to go.
When we saw each other again, we didn’t know where to start.
The two of them were like two ordinary little lovers, walking together on each other, strolling on the street, and drifting away!
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(End of chapter)
