She is Jianxiu

Chapter 363 Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Two Immortals Arrive at Zhuwu for a Banquet

The late spring is over, and the scenery is bright and everything is harmonious.

Looking from a distance, the water is rippling and the light is floating thousands of miles. Xian'e boys are walking back and forth endlessly. The glazed jade boards are laid out in a way, and the brocade silk and satin are scattered like a sky. One hundred and eighty statues are arranged in the lake, surrounded by mid-air pavilions like stars arching the moon. You can also see in the hollow lofts on both sides, those who play the piano, blow the flute and play the konghou are sitting and standing opposite each other, their faces are quiet and comfortable, and their eyes are full of joy.

Looking at the shore from the big boat, you can see that there are many cornices. The low table under the cornice beam is covered with red unicorn-patterned silk cloth, and honey-colored lotus-petal futons are placed for people to sit on. All of them are overflowing with aura, which makes people feel refreshed and happy when they hear it.

The Ziwu Sect is just a teeny little sect in the Mize Great Lake who is not well-known by name. There is a monk with a shallow foundation in the sect. There are no more than a thousand people in the sect. The land is flat and fertile, and the founder of the mountain strives to expand thousands of hectares of fertile land, which attracts many mortals to move here to plant spiritual rice and raise animals for them. Therefore, Ziwu Sect has a certain status among the small sects. heritage.

However, it is still a few days away from the old Luoxia Sect, not to mention compared with the current Qizang Sect and Shangchen Sect. The only monk of the Ziwu Sect, the Ningyuan monk, is here today, and each of the two sides leads a foundation. The disciples came to observe.

First, he handed over the birthday gift respectfully, and then he straightened his robes, followed by the disciples who led the way and took their seats at the banquet by the lake.

This time is the [-]th birthday of Taoist Zhuwu, the Supreme Elder of Shang Chenzong. The people of You Qiang came here on their behalf.

Although Fenxuan has 20 lifespans, but the world is impermanent and cannot be constant, those with shallow foundations live for four hundred and fifty-six and then sit down in a hurry, and those with deep chances take the treasures of heaven and earth or those with strong spiritual bases, It is possible to live an extra [-] years beyond the [-] lifespan.

It's just that the latter is more rare than the former in the world. For the vast majority of Fenxuan cultivators, the [-]th birthday is the last birthday, and the scale of the banquet is naturally much larger.

The Ziwu Sect, Ning Yuan, has stepped down as the head of the sect. He is only an elder in the sect who does not care about common affairs. It is also difficult to sit and sit.

He held the teacup and chatted with the guests on the low tables in the east and west, and saw the beautiful Dharma light in the sky, like a flying rainbow, flashing into the lake from a distance, turning into a series of chic and free figures, some tall and tall, some slim and beautiful, The Xian'e boy of Shangchenzong bowed his head and saluted all of them, with a respectful and apprehensive attitude.

"Wearing the fairy orchid cassock, it's someone sent by Huaiqing!"

"Embracing the phoenix-headed lyre, hey, isn't the Qin fairy from Yuxian Palace in retreat, and she even came here in person."

"Even if you call me Qin Fairy, you are no more than us. You have to concentrate your cultivation. How dare you miss the birthday banquet of Taoist Chen Zong Zhuwu."

Those who can enter the lake and sit in the big boat banquet are all from the famous sects in the Mize Great Lake, such as the Huaiqing sect and Xu Ningshan sects with Fenxuan in their ranks. The Jiaoyue Sect and other sects attached to the Qizang Sect, such as the Ziwu Sect, have no distinctions and no supporters behind them, so naturally they have no confidence to speak.

Ningyuan of the Purple Mist Sect also knew this truth. He silently sipped his spirit tea and did not talk to others, but suddenly his heart trembled, his whole body was pierced by a cold gaze from head to toe, and when he regained consciousness, his whole body was like water It's like picking it up, and it's already dripping with cold sweat!

He hastily raised his head to look up, only to see two figures flying across the sky, they did not stop all the way to the lake, they were about to step directly into the mid-air pavilion set up by Taoist Zhuwu for the honored guests.

It was not until the two of them stopped that he waited carefully and saw their appearance clearly. The woman on the left was dotted with flowers on her forehead, thinly applied with powder and daisy, with a graceful and well-proportioned figure. With tenacity, the man on the right attracts a lot of attention, with handsome and majestic eyebrows, a deep deep mark on his forehead, a straight and tall body, wearing a dark green robe, with his hands behind his back, he is so imposing!

Since he went straight to the pavilion, he was undoubtedly a distinguished guest of the Shangchen Sect. Ziwu Sect Ning Yuan was apprehensive in his heart. Although he didn't understand why one of the two would put pressure on him, he didn't dare to move his mind.

However, before he dissipated his consciousness, Qi Bochong on the other side directly synthesized his consciousness into a sharp shuttle, and stabbed it with a sneer. The two disciples who established the foundation under the eaves by the lake only heard a scream of "ah" from the elder Taishang , fell on the table with his head in his hands, and when he hurried up to check, he was already bleeding from his seven orifices, so miserable!
Others only thought that he was too blatant to use his spiritual sense to inquire about Fenxuan, and when he met someone with a violent temper, he was taught a lesson by the other party, but they didn't know that Qi Bochong did it on purpose.

"what happened?"

It was because Qu Yitang was standing beside Qi Bochong that he felt the fluctuation of the spiritual consciousness at that moment. As for the other people in the pavilion, either their realm was not enough, or their spiritual consciousness was relatively slow, and Qi Bochong was a leader in soul cultivation. The method is particularly clever, so naturally no third person knows about the changes here.

"There's a bedbug staring at me recklessly." He didn't move his lips, but replied via voice transmission.

"Is it related to the Tongying worm?" Qu Yitang brought Qi Bochong here this time for this purpose, and seeing this, he couldn't help asking.

"That person has the breath of shadow worms, but it's relatively faint. It should be infected when he took over the pass."

"It turns out that the two people who sneaked into the ancient land before were mortals supported by the Purple Mist Sect, and that person may be a visitor from this Sect."

After a few brief exchanges, the people seated in the pavilion had already taken the opportunity to take a good look at the two of them. Among them, Taoist Kongu had met Qi Bochong, and he was even dumbfounded by Qi Bochong's secret soul-searching skills.

As for the rest of the monks, they didn't know Qi Bochong's identity, but seeing that his real energy was strong, and standing beside Qu Yitang with a calm expression that was neither humble nor overbearing, he reckoned that he was also a figure like the elder of Chongxiaomen.

Then he is a Fenxuan cultivator!

And because he has seen Qu Yitang's ability to defeat ten times with one force, he always has a special awe when facing the people of Chongxiaomen, especially Qi Bochong's eyes are piercing, and his heart trembles even more when he looks at him. They are both Fenxuan, and there was no one in the banquet who dared to ask questions immediately.

The host of today's birthday banquet, Taoist Zhuwu, stood up and greeted him: "Sect Master Qu is here in person, it's a long way to welcome him!"

"This is..." He properly expressed suspicion, but he didn't see any rejection.

Qu Yitang spread her hands, and said with a smile: "This is the Taoist friend Qi Bo Chong, who was sent by me to be the Supreme Elder. I came here uninvited today just to taste the altar of cold old wine from Zhuwu. I hope you are not surprised. "

　after the second watch

　　
　
(End of this chapter)