A slight sound was heard.

The red-haired monk in the underground palace's fire vein stopped what he was doing and caught the flying divine thoughts.

'My disciple has come out of seclusion, and at the invitation of Saint Yan Hui, he went to be a guest.'

"I'll be back later."

"Yan Hui?"

"Yu Bai Zhong?"

Tu Shanjun frowned. This man was a saint who failed to compete with Yu Haoxuan back then. Now he invited Meng Zhi at such a critical moment. It didn't look like he had any good intentions.

However, Tu Shanjun was more worried that Meng Zhi would be drawn into the camp by the benefits promised by the other party.

Since ancient times, there has never been a good outcome for a person with a head and a rat at both ends.

Now that you have decided to stand on Yu Haofeng's side, be firm and don't do anything stupid.

Tushanjun was about to leave, but he stopped as soon as he took half a step.

Mengzhi would not send him a message for no reason.

Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun immediately understood that Meng Zhi could deal with everything calmly and even escape unscathed if the Soul Reverend Banner was not on Meng Zhi.

If he goes there now, wouldn't he be throwing himself into a trap?

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."

"What if Yu Baizhong is not good for Meng Zhi..."

Tu Shanjun thought of Yu Haofeng.

If he could inform Yu Haofeng in advance at this moment, he should be able to ensure that Meng Zhi would be careful. No matter how courageous Yu Baizhong was, he would not dare to take action against Meng Zhi in front of Yu Haofeng.

This brings us to another problem.

If Meng Zhi promised Yu Baizhong anything, and he asked Yu Haofeng to go, it would make the situation even more embarrassing.

"In that case, let's ask fellow Taoist Cuiyun to take a trip." The figure of 'Tushanjun' turned into a shadow in mid-air, with ripples flashing and light and shadow changing.

‘Tushanjun’ walked out of the underground palace fire veins.

He pinched his fingers to calculate the direction, then turned into a ray of light and headed into the distance.

…

Meng Zhi, who was seated, looked at the seniors at the banquet.

Counting Yu Baizhong who is sitting first, there are five people in total.

Meng Zhi greeted each of them one by one.

This one is either a grand-uncle or an uncle.

Their cultivation level is even more impressive, and they have not yet entered the realm of becoming a saint.

The only saint here is the one at the head.

Meng Zhi looked at the monk sitting at the head.

The man looked middle-aged.

A streak of silver hair looks so gentle and elegant.

Every move implies the truth of heaven and earth and is so convincing that you can't wait to fall to the ground. At this time, you don't even dare to raise your head to look at the other person's face.

After three rounds of drinking.

One of the old men, who was an uncle, smiled and praised: "He is indeed a young hero. He has reached such a state in less than two hundred years."

"Meng Xiaoyou is clearly Yu Haofeng's son-in-law, but he treats him harshly in every possible way."

"Not to mention the profits from the Yinhun Pill, I still can't give my master and disciple a satisfactory answer."

"It's really unreasonable that there is only one Yin Shen in a hundred years."

"yes."

Another uncle took up the conversation.

"Not to mention that I won't let go of my little friend. This saint realm requires a huge amount of resources."

"..."

"There is a saying in the world: A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses a master to do his work."

Meng Zhi turned a deaf ear and kept eating his wine without stopping to hold the chopsticks in his hands.

When everyone saw Meng Zhi's unsatisfactory appearance, they immediately turned their attention to the master's seat, and Yu Baizhong also saw that Meng Zhi was a master who never saw rabbits but never let go of hawks.

He immediately said with a smile: "If Nephew Meng is interested, I am willing to accept Nephew Meng as my true heir. Not only that, my daughters are all stunningly beautiful. You can marry any one you want."

"From now on, you will be my disciple and enjoy the treatment of an ordinary Taoist disciple."

As soon as Meng Zhi dropped his chopsticks, he raised his head and looked directly at Yubai and cupped his hands and said, "Sage Yan Hui means that he will definitely protect me from becoming a saint?"

"presumptuous!"

All the uncles and uncles were furious.

"It is easy to become a god, but difficult to become a saint."

"The resources required for sanctification are simply unimaginable. Nephew Mengxian always has to prove his worth first."
Chapter completed!