During dinner, the leaders of the Northern Xinjiang sects sat at a table alone, and the disciples of the other sects sat together with their own sects.
At a glance, the host's table looks like a color display board in a dyeing room.
Wei Xi didn't care how other people were enjoying themselves, Qin Feng was sitting next to her.
Lian Gouyi moved a chair and sat next to them like a frustrated little daughter-in-law. Finally, Qian Liangfeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he gathered his body and allowed Lian Gouyi to squeeze in.
"More of this brother," Lian Gouluo finished his work and thanked Qian Liangfeng with a smile. "You will be my senior brother from now on. Senior brother, I will definitely take good care of you."
"We are from the same class," Qin Feng said, noting that Lian Gouluo was too proud, not that he wanted to defend Qian Liangfeng. "You two are not senior brothers."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Qian Liangfeng had learned a lot about Qin Feng's open mouth. Although Qin Feng didn't have much cultivation now, it was more than enough to hit him. He dared to interfere with her and her friends' affairs.
"I don't care what he said," Qin Feng didn't even look at Qian Liangfeng, but Qian Liangfeng knew that he was referring to him, "If you are Qian Liangfeng's senior brother, what do Wei Xi and I belong to you?"
Lian Gou Pao failed to take advantage, and it was difficult to conflict with Qin Feng, a person whose strength was much higher than him. He quickly apologized and said with a smile, "I was confused. It turns out that it was the same period. Brother Qian was so thin that I thought he was his junior brother."
"Skinny" Qian Liangfeng waved his chubby hand to express his will.
Wei Xi didn't expect it to be so simple. Lian Gouyi really convinced the leader, and now he has put on the gray Taoist robe of the Qingcheng Sect. Because he couldn't sit still, his bright green underwear was exposed.
But now that Lian Gouzao has entered the Qingcheng Sect and Wei Xi has cleared the green underwear from his mind, it means that his suspicion should be gone.
"Eat more," Qin Feng picked up a large piece of stewed meat and gave it to Wei Xi. The sauce on it was crystal clear. "You are still injured and cannot eat this famous Silver Spring fish."
Qin Feng would never give in when he was particular about it. The one he served Wei Xi to pick up food was the pair of silver-rimmed serving chopsticks she usually used when eating, which she put into her Qiankun bag before setting off.
The Qingcheng sect is not so poor that it cannot open the pot, but the food of its disciples is relatively simple. Although it is full of meat and fish every day, don’t think about how good it tastes.
That is to say, Zhao Dazui felt sorry for the children he brought back, and all kinds of dishes he cooked were delivered to their yard.
The medicine given by Feng Xiaotian was good. Wei Xi's right arm was no longer as serious as last night, and his appetite naturally improved. He was full after eating this meal.
It was difficult for Wei Xi to find the energy to send the three tables looking for Ge Cang when he was eating.
Ge Cang huddled next to Geng Chengcai like a quail, with his butt touching the edge of the chair and not daring to move his chopsticks.
Geng Chengcai also figured out that Ge Cang should be taken care of in front of others, even if he is not mentioned in front of others.
So Geng Chengcai ignored Ge Cang's taste and gave her a few pieces of vegetables to save her from starving to death in front of many Taoist friends from the five sects in northern Xinjiang.
Wei Xi's kindness only went so far: after all, Ge Cang was a living witness.
And he even slapped her in the face, just to make her sober and act as a witness.
This meal was more like a funeral banquet for Elder Shi Jue, but the leaders of the six sects only expressed their condolences symbolically, and then began to write a report on the accident word by word.
The head of magic was not involved in this matter. He was busy eating. Chen Zhou who was accompanying him and Liu Xiao who was a sincere person advised him to slow down, while the other poured fruit wine for the leader who almost choked.
"That casual cultivator?" Elder Wu Ming of Wanfa Sect suddenly remembered Lian Gou Ni. He was one of the elders who interrogated Wei Xi today. He still looked like he was in his early thirties.
Originally, both Zhengxin Sect and Wanfa Sect were led by disciples, but when this happened, they sent elders here, mainly to give face to Wanjian Sect and to protect their own disciples.
Elder Wu Ming also wanted to have a back-up when he mentioned the casual cultivator. After all, loose cultivators traveled far and wide. From now on, the Huaixin Sect and the Wanjian Sect would argue, and it would be a good thing for all four witnesses to be certified at the same time.
"Well..." The magic master swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his hand, "Lian Gouyi is no longer a casual cultivator, he is now a disciple of our Qingcheng Sect."
"Oh? Why did the leader say this?" Wu Ming asked.
The head of magic took a sip of the fruit wine that Liu Xiao poured for him, "Lian Gouyi said that he admires all the major sects in the world of immortality, and has heard about the various deeds of the Qingcheng sect, and hopes to join our Qingcheng sect. I saw his sincere attitude. Complied."
The elders of the Huai Xin Sect were completely devastated today, and the veins on their foreheads kept pulsing after listening to the nonsense of the good-for-nothing leader of the Qingcheng Sect.
Various deeds? Are you talking about the various deeds of being last in the sect competition every year, coming to fight the autumn wind on the first day of the new year, and having only two pill-forming periods among the hundred or so disciples in the sect?
"That's fine," before he could speak sarcastically, Tuoba, a bastard with double pupils, said, "He and the two disciples in your sect have complementary fates, so it will be beneficial for the three of them to practice together."
The two leaders said so, and the others had nothing to say.
Elder Wu Ming knew that the last witness had been arranged, so he felt refreshed and smoothed things over.
Shi Jue's death was not a big deal to the people at this table. You can understand it because they are used to it, or you can understand it as people's hearts harden as they get older.
On the contrary, the young disciples were in a depressed mood - they lost two people in the same period in the secret realm.
This mood did not dissipate until the sects set out the next day and the elders of the Huaixin sect performed a live funeral.
It stands to reason that Elder Shi Jue was a monk of Wanjian Sect. Although his death was unclear, his status was at least quite decent. Therefore, like the two young monks who were trapped in the secret realm, they could not refine the ashes in a fire and bring them back to the sect for burial.
Senior Sister Fan Ci is also a fastidious person. After the elders of each sect saw the scene of Elder Shi Que's murder and the testimony given by him, they arranged for a professional team waiting aside to clean up Elder Shi's appearance.
Wanfa Sect is not short of money either. The fund allocated to Fan Ci this time is 800 taels of silver. In view of the fact that Fan Ci and Chen Zhou brought out a total of twenty-seven disciples (including the dead one), Fan Ci even A pair of sturdy coffins was prepared.
After all, it’s not easy to take care of everything. Wanfa Sect only has one attitude. He is still a member of Wanjian Sect. The worst thing is that he died suddenly on the job. Can it be justified that the Huaixin Sect doesn’t cover the funeral expenses?
"Xiao Fan is just right." Elder Wu Ming was very satisfied after hearing Fan Ci's report. "This matter is not our Wanfa Sect's business. We just need to pay some money to show our support. Chen Zhou, I will follow you, Senior Sister Fan." study."
Wu Ming, who was very satisfied with the performance of the two juniors in the sect, made up for the gap with his own money. In order to boost the morale of his disciples, he also gave another sum of money to let Chen Zhou lead the young man who died in the same period. On the way back, the disciples went to Boluo Country to relax.
"Oh, is this your first time of separation and death?" Elder Wu touched his belly. "When I entered the Immortal Sect, my parents were all left behind. This will happen more often in the future, so I'll get used to it. Money can be spent well. If you’re not old enough, I still have this.”
Let’s talk about the Huaxin sect’s large-scale living funeral.
The elders of the Huai Xin Sect originally did not want to interfere with Shi Jue's funeral.
After all, he is a member of the Wanjian Sect, and his death has nothing to do with the Huaixin Sect.
Since the Wanjian Sect's gang recognized that Shi Jue was being sought for revenge, they ignored their suggestion of holding the two girls from the Qingcheng sect for torture. They even suspected that Shi Jue's death was related to the Huaixin sect. Why do you need to give money to send money?
It was Geng Chengcai who reminded him, "Elder, Elder Shi is the resident elder of the Huaixin Sect after all. Although the murderer has not been caught and the details are not clear, there are so many sects in Northern Xinjiang watching here, so we still have to do our best. of."
Seeing that the elder was no longer determined to ignore the matter, Geng Chengcai kept up his efforts, "We should express our stance, otherwise we will start gossiping and say that we disrespect Wanjian Sect." Geng Chengcai lowered his voice, "After all, we are pointing out that the sects united to fight against each other. Imperial Quan, it’s not good to be an alien at this time.”
After Geng Chengcai said this, he noticed the elder's eyes examining him, and he waited more respectfully, "Is this what you thought of yourself?"
"This disciple didn't expect this. It was Senior Sister Fan who gave me some advice." Geng Chengcai told the elders about Fan Ci's suggestion to him to save Ge Cang.
"Hmph, these juniors from Wanfa Sect are like spirits," the elder sneered, "Since we have said this, let's just watch."
Geng Chengcai didn't ask any extra questions. He knew when to shut up.
The next day, Geng Chengcai saw his junior brother lying in the coffin, barely able to breathe. He looked closely at the slight rise and fall of his junior brother's chest.
The elder of the Huaixin sect stood aside, blocking the entrance to the stairs, with tears streaming down his face, "It's all my fault, brother! I was incompetent! Brother Shi was still thinking about everyone in the Huaixin sect when he was alive. As a brother, I can't bring your body back, so I can only Carry a coffin and go back!"
