With the departure of Kunlun Yaochi Fairy, Su Qi and others, the entire courtyard became lively again.
And as the news came that the thunderstorm in Leijie Mountain had dispersed, everyone was not as excited as expected, but instead became worried.
"I see, the cessation of thunderstorms is not necessarily a good thing. If the laurel tree does not absorb enough power of the thunderstorm, it may be difficult for the fruit to ripen. Then wouldn't our disaster-avoiding fruit be ruined?"
"Let's not worry about this matter. Didn't you see the Tiantang Dynasty's arrogance just now? This shows that this matter is not a big deal in the eyes of the imperial court. We can just wait for the competition."
"Speaking of competitions, who do you think will lose to the first place under Jindan, under Lianxu, and under Mahayana?"
"Under the Mahayana, it must be Wen Qingzhou of the Demon Slayer Sect. His strength has stayed at the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana for many years, just to raise a spiritual sword spirit to accompany him through the semi-immortal tribulation. If I guess correctly, he
If you enter the competition and you must be the first, you can definitely get a calamity-avoiding fruit."
Everyone at the tea party glanced at the Demon Slayer Sect in unison, but unfortunately Wen Qingzhou was not there. Only the half-immortal elder Lu Zongming and his three disciples drank tea with their lips pursed, and the smiles on their faces could not be hidden.
, after being looked at like this, the energy of the four of them became much more energetic. They raised their chests and raised their heads and grinned, their faces were full of joy and their hearts were full of joy.
This is how life should be, this is how life should be.
Lu Zongming was not willing to come at first, but now, he loves this first cultivator tea party to death. Although it is not as grand and solemn as the Yaochi event, and the praise is not from him, it can be said that Wen Qingzhou is still a member of the Demon Slayer Sect.
, being recognized by others, the pride in my heart cannot be hidden.
When everyone saw Lu Zongming suppressing laughter until his face turned purple, they quickly changed the topic, fearing that this guy would cause trouble for them if he laughed out loud.
"In the realm of practicing virtual reality, do you still need to ask? Who can be better than the Qin Xian Liu Qingxia in the realm of practicing virtual reality?"
Wang Po sells melons and boasts about herself, and Jin Wumian, the elder of the Luoshan Sect, attracts a lot of hatred with just one sentence.
Lu Yishui, the elder of the Huayue Sect, snorted coldly and sneered: "Haha, that's not necessarily true. Lin Suyi, the godmother of Bai Ling of the Qingling Sect, and Yue Lunxian Jiang Ye Ziyue of the Huayue Sect, who are not masters of the virtual realm?
, it’s obviously an evenly matched battle, why is your Liu Qingxia so good that you want to take the lead?”
"Why, you still don't believe it, why don't we show off first?" Jin Wumian wasn't a free man either, and just as he was about to unleash his strength, he was interrupted by the sound of a sword.
"Everyone, what I invite you to attend is a tea party, not a martial arts tournament for practitioners. It would be better if we all talk about interesting things."
Qingyun is the initiator of the tea party after all, so he still has to give face to the True Immortal and Qingyou Sword Sect.
Luo Yunbai was now one of the hosts of the Health Preservation Hall, so he was the first to break the growing silence.
"There are too many seeded players under the Golden Pill, such as He Sizhe of the Qingyou Sword Sect, Cang Zhou, the 'Sword Son' of the Canglan Sword Sect, Tianyao, the saint of Kunlun Yaochi, Bai He, the holy son of Baili Sect..."
Time passed by minute by second, and after tea and dinner, everyone chatted about some more relaxed gossip in the spiritual world.
"Have you heard? Sanxian Island outside the mainland is approaching us another three feet. It is estimated that in a few hundred years, it will hit our mainland."
"Haha, I really hope it collides with it. Wouldn't the Dragon King Palace, which is the closest, be in trouble?"
"Speaking of the Dragon King's Palace, do any of you know what happened to Shiwanda Mountain recently? Many of the mountains have been flattened. I heard that this is proof that the Demon Sect betrayed the Dragon King's Palace?"
"I heard that the Demon Lord killed Ao Dong, the Lord of the Ninth Hall of the Dragon King, so he took the Demon Sect and fled into the deepest part of the Shiwan Mountain."
"Are you afraid that you heard false news? Isn't it because the Dragon God robbed the Demon Lord's Taoist companion and the Demon Lord was so angry that he rebelled? The Lord of the Ninth Hall, Ao Dong, is not dead at all."
"What on earth are you talking about? It was clearly the Dragon God who ate the Demon Lord's son, so the Demon Lord went to the Dragon King Palace and angrily killed Ao Dong, the Lord of the Nine Palaces, right?"
"I'm kidding, the devil is young and handsome, but he hasn't married yet? How can he have a son?"
When the steward was serving tea, his head was pounding when he heard these remarks. After all, the Health Palace still bears the name of the Dragon King Palace. Don't these people know that they should restrain themselves?
Fortunately, the manager has already chosen a new owner, otherwise it would definitely be one of the first and the second.
As the organizer, Qingyun felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction when he saw various sects standing, sitting or walking around chatting.
At a certain moment, Qingyun's mind moved and he actually made a breakthrough among the noisy crowd.
"I thought these trivial things would delay my practice, but I didn't expect that before I knew it, I would break through to the second level of True Immortal. Senior is really amazing!"
As the tea party came to an end, all the major forces had eaten and drank and were ready to leave. Each immortal sect received a top-quality health-preserving elixir refined by the health-preserving palace. When the steward thought that this was a gift, he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
This is a pill that can improve body functions without side effects. It costs one thousand Origin Stones to buy on the market.
In this relatively special time period, for monks who are preparing for or undergoing a catastrophe, they can slightly exaggerate the efficacy of the medicine and sell it for 10,000 Origin Stones.
But giving away twelve stones for nothing would be a net loss of 120,000 Origin Stones.
A casual practitioner only spends 120,000 Origin Stones from the beginning of his practice to the completion of Mahayana.
Wuming Inn, Yage.
After Su Qi reported all the mission details, he waited for his father-in-law's answer.
"Our family wants to see your true face."
Su Qi was shocked on the surface, but calm inside. The identity prepared for him by the Yaoxie Sect could only be regarded as a bridge, and could never be used as a weapon.
Therefore, Su Qi more than once hinted to Xiao Hu, who was hiding in the dark, that his identity was fake.
But there is one thing that Xiao Hu is extremely confident about, that is, no one in the world knows that he has a younger brother.
But Su Qi knew it!
Xiao Hu smiled and said: "Su Yong is not your real name, right?"
When Huyou Su took off his mask, his voice became even louder: "Sir, Su Yong was my old name. Ha, I thought that family harmony and happiness were the beginning of happiness, but I didn't expect that it would be the last afterglow of my restless brother.
Not satisfied with the ordinary life, I left the remote mountain village with my parents behind my back. I thought my brother would take me into a strange and bizarre new world, but he abandoned me in a ruined temple and left on his own.
"
"Fortunately, when I was about to starve to death, I met an old beggar. He fed me half a piece of steamed bun and a sip of water, and I survived from the edge of death. Later, I followed the old beggar to beg all the way and changed my name to Su
abandoned."
"It's just that things in the world are unpredictable. The old beggar died on a freezing night. At the age of three, I could only embark on the journey to find my brother alone. I wish I could hear my brother say sorry to me.
How I wish this was all just a dream. When I woke up in the ruined temple, my brother was beside me..."
When Su Lei's cheeks were wet, he found that he was the only one left in the Accord.
Su Qi hugged himself tightly in the corner of the Accord, and the loneliness everywhere seemed to drown him. It wasn't until the hand stretched out that Su Qi held it with some trembling.
Warmth and comfort, it was like a ray of light piercing the endless darkness and falling in front of his eyes.
"Brother, is it you? Sir... Sir, please punish me. I shouldn't have lied to you."
Xiao Hu helped Su Qi to kneel down, and the seriousness and rigidity on his face disappeared, as if he had taken off an invisible mask at this moment.
"From today on, you are no longer allowed to call me Sir. You will call me brother. Do you hear me?"
Xiao Hu hugged Su Qi, and Su Qi also felt the slightly trembling body of this young boy.
There was a smile on Su Qi's lips, but his voice was still tighter: "Brother, I miss home."
"Then I'll take you home."
Su Qi broke away from Xiao Hu's arms and said with red eyes: "Brother, you said an empty house without father, mother and brother, is it still a home?" This chapter has been completed!