Ge Qingqing expressed his stance like this, how could the sect master let him lose face.

So the sect master also picked up the wine bowl, stood up and signaled to everyone: "Master Ge is so hospitable, don't miss his kindness, come on, let's do it!"

The sect master took the lead in drinking the wine, and after tasting it for a moment, he gave an affirmative look to the elders.

After receiving the confirmation from the sect leader, the elders also picked up their wine bowls, thanked Ge Wuqing one after another, and drank the wine one by one.

The master raised his bowl to express his thanks, and his disciples naturally followed suit. Under the guidance of their master, the disciples of Qianyun Sect raised their bowls of wine and congratulated Ge Wuqing.

Master Mingzong only poured a small spoonful of wine into Zheng Qiu's bowl, and then asked his apprentice to pay tribute to Ge Qingqing according to the congratulation he had memorized in advance.

Gudong, Zheng Qiu finished his congratulations and drank the wine in the bowl. The wine was different from what he expected. It didn't have that strong spicy taste. Instead, it had a sweet and sour taste. When he swallowed it down his throat, it still lingered in his mouth. With a sweet taste.

This wine tastes really good, like juice. Zheng Qiu sat down and stretched out his hand to grab the porcelain bottle.

Master Ming Zong grabbed him, glared at him and scolded him in a low voice: "No matter how good it tastes, it's still wine, don't drink it!"

Seeing the master blowing his beard and staring, Zheng Qiu could only retract his hand angrily and obediently picked up the fruit in the basin.

This scene happened to be seen by Ge Wuqing, who laughed and said: "Hahaha, I forgot there are children here, come and get some fragrant tea!"

Then he looked at the sect master, picked up the porcelain bottle and poured wine into the sect master's bowl: "Sect master Mingkong, wait a moment, the show will start soon."

Soon, there was a pot of fragrant tea on the table in front of Zheng Qiu. At the same time, firecrackers suddenly sounded from the tile-roofed buildings on both sides, and dozens of disciples from Jueqing Suixinzhuang ran onto the ring carrying big drums on their backs.

The arena was directly opposite the banquet table. The disciples lined up the big drums on both sides of the arena, waving the drumsticks with red ribbons in their hands, bang dong dong, dong dong dong, and beat the drum music with a cheerful rhythm.

Accompanied by the beating of drums, two rows of female disciples from Jueqing Suixinzhuang ran out of the tile-roofed house, climbed onto the stage and formed a square formation.

There was a crisp gong sound, and they moved their hands neatly, twisted their waists, and performed a weird dance following the drum music.

These female dancing disciples had their hair down and wore tight-fitting vests that revealed their midriffs. The skirts around their waists were only half a foot long. They wore black boots that were as high as the knees. The boots also had high heels, which were sharp and thin.

The slender arms swayed, the jade legs swayed, and the soft waist flashed back and forth in front of them. The people of the Qianyun Sect had seen this hot scene. Both the elders and the disciples turned red and turned their heads away from the ring.

Only two people from the Qianyun Sect were still watching the dance.

Mingkong Zilin looked at the dance and smiled happily, and kept moving her arms to imitate the dance postures.

Zheng Qiu asked Master Mingzong stupidly: "Master, these sisters dance so beautifully, but it's almost late autumn now, aren't they cold in such little clothes?"

Seeing that the people of Qianyun Sect were in disarray, the sect leader suddenly felt that he was losing face, but he was a guest after all. Even if he was anxious, he could not decide the content of the program arranged by Ge Wuqing.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help it anymore and asked Ge Qingqing in a low voice: "Master Ge, what kind of dance is this? The disciples' clothes are too... too..."

"Are you wearing too little?" Ge Wuqing cracked open the walnuts with a small hammer and answered while eating, "Master Mingkong doesn't know something. My hometown is in a very far away place. This is a kind of dance we have there, called hot dance. .”

Ge Qingqing picked up the wine and took a sip. He glanced down at the Qianyun Sect and showed a slightly apologetic smile to the sect leader: "Since your sect doesn't like it, how about changing the program to chanting poems and composing poems?"

The sect master was naturally very happy that Ge Qingqing was giving him face like this. He quickly picked up the bowl and made a toast: "Very good. Master Ge knows my feelings, so I'll do it first as a token of respect!"

Ge Qingqing asked one of his disciples to pass on the message, and soon the people on the stage withdrew and were replaced by six disciples pretending to be elegant scholars. They waved their fans and sang poems on the stage.

The awkward atmosphere dissipated and everyone in the Qianyun Sect turned around to enjoy the performance on the ring.

Zheng Qiu was not very interested in singing poems. After a quick glance, he turned his attention elsewhere. He found another strange place. There were only elders from Qianyun Sect in the courtyard. Where were the elders from Jueqing Suixinzhuang?

He pulled Master Mingzong's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Master, why didn't you see the elders of Jueqing Suixinzhuang? Wasn't this a celebration banquet? Their elders didn't come to celebrate?"

The master picked up a fruit, peeled it slowly, and replied to his apprentice: "There are no elders in Jueqing Suixin Village."

"Ah? How come there are no elders?"

Master Ming Zong glanced above and saw the sect leader and Ge Wuqing having a happy conversation, so he lowered his voice and told Zheng Qiu.

The Jueqing Suixin Village originally had elders, but after Ge Qingqing succeeded as the owner of the village, he immediately removed all the elders.

Ge Wuqing's way of taking charge of Jueqing Suixin Village was unique. He made a kind of bamboo stick and gave three bamboo sticks to each disciple every month. Miscellaneous matters in the village were decided by the disciples by casting lots. Whichever side had more was decided. side.

In one month, there were hundreds of matters in the village, but each person only had three bamboo sticks in his hand. According to Ge Wuqing, this was to prevent the disciples from casting votes at will.

After the master finished answering, another question popped up in Zheng Qiu's head: "Master, what about the protagonist of the banquet? It can't be the village owner himself."

"Shh, don't talk too much. Ge Wuqing is acting strangely. Just watch and watch."

The performance of chanting poems and composing poems was over, and the stage was replaced by a calligraphy and painting performance. After the calligraphy and painting performance, it was changed to playing the piano. Seeing the sun gradually rising to the middle of the sky, Ge Wuqing still did not come to the main show.

The sect master was confused. Last time he came to confirm in person, Ge Qingqing promised that today would be a celebration banquet. Where is the rightful owner of this celebration banquet? You can't keep drinking and wasting time like this.

While he was thinking about words to ask, dense firecrackers sounded for the second time on both sides of the courtyard. Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, hundreds of disciples from Jueqing Suixinzhuang filed out. They were all dressed in red and gathered around the ring with great joy.

One of them, a teenage boy, left the crowd and walked to the banquet table. He bowed and saluted Ge Qingqing above: "Ge An pays homage to his adoptive father!"

Ge Wuqing glared pretending to be angry: "Why did you only pay homage to me and not see Master Mingkong coming from afar?"

Ge An straightened up and bowed again to the sect leader: "Ge An pays homage to the sect master Mingkong!"

The sect master immediately smiled and stretched out his hand: "No need to bow, no need to bow, my dear nephew, get up quickly."

Ge Wuqing's adopted son suddenly appeared, and Xiang must be the real host of the banquet. He immediately turned to Ge Wuqing, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Nephew Ge An is really a talented person. He has extraordinary cultivation at such a young age. In the future, I will definitely be able to carry the banner of Jueqing Suixin Village and share the worries of Master Ge."

After speaking, the smile on Ge Qingqing's face became even brighter. He cast a look at Ge An and said, "Why don't you thank Master Mingkong soon?"
Chapter completed!