"Master, this is an invitation from the Sword Sect. Well, it's the 800th birthday party of the second elder Xi Qingyi..."
Mo Zhan accepted the gilded invitation without any hesitation and said:
"Okay, I understand!"
Looking at the retreating disciples, Mo Zhan was silent for a while, stood up and walked towards his eldest daughter's house with his hands behind his back.
Just when they were about to arrive at Mo Li's room, they heard an indescribable sound?
It was like... Moli's mother's voice last night?
Mo Zhan's eyebrows suddenly raised, with a strange look on his face.
Immediately afterwards, the creaking sound of the sword scratching the floor seemed to be heard in the house again, as well as the underworld laughter of his daughter that he had never heard before:
"Giggle, kill her! Kill them all! Dog women!"
"Kill them all, tie you up, and kill them bit by bit! Where should I cut off first?"
"..."
Mo Zhan swallowed, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt that there was something wrong with his daughter, so he knocked on the door quickly.
——Dong dong dong.
After a while, the door opened.
"Father, what's the matter?"
Mo Zhan looked at Mo Li with a cold expression in front of him. He looked left and right, but he couldn't match the strange voice to his cold and aloof daughter.
Did you hear it wrong? He shook his head and said with a kind face:
"Well, Xi Qingyi, the second elder of the Sword Sect, invited our Mo family to celebrate his 800th birthday."
"Since you decided to become a disciple of the Sword Sect before, it just so happens that this time you will go to the Sword Sect with your father to go through the process of becoming a disciple."
"Being a disciple of Elder Xi at his birthday banquet is not a bad thing that makes people talk about it."
"Get ready, we'll leave tomorrow."
"..."
Mo Li's eyes lit up, but there was no expression on his face. He nodded and said in a calm voice:
"I understand, is there anything else father can do?"
Mo Zhan subconsciously took a look inside Mo Li's house, but he didn't see anything special. It was just a transparent cup that seemed to be filled with half a cup of rice soup.
When did your daughter like to drink rice soup?
His eyes were a little confused, but he didn't say anything. He smiled at Mo Li and said:
"It's nothing. Well, Li'er, you should pay attention to your health when you practice..."
"Don't be too tired, you know?"
"If you have anything to do, you must tell your father!"
Mo Li nodded lightly, then looked at Mo Zhan's retreating figure and gently closed the door.
Immediately afterwards, his face turned red, he walked quickly towards the cup of rice soup, and suddenly a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth... He murmured to himself:
"It's almost full...my master."
"I don't know about the gift my disciple gave you. Have you seen it?"
"..."
...
The ancient country of Nanfeng, empty cicada lake.
"Zijun."
Li Qiu's huge figure took the invitation in his hand and looked at it. The muscles all over his body shone with a shuddering luster in the sun.
The soft sunshine reflected on Li Zijun's face. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she looked at Li Qiu and said softly:
"Father, what's the matter?"
Li Qiu held the gilded invitation in his hand, frowned and said:
"The Southern Emperor asked my father to go to the Sword Sect on behalf of the royal family of the Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom... But after all, Confucianism and Taoism are different."
"This time, you will take the place of my father and the Nanfeng royal family. I will let Erlu and the three hundred Confucian disciples follow you."
"After all, you haven't cultivated immortality yet. You said before that you wanted to join the Sword Sect. My father thought about it and couldn't come up with a reason. But this is your idea, and I won't interfere too much...
Just do what you want."
"..."
Li Zijun was startled for a moment, then nodded gently, smiled slightly, and took the gilded invitation.
Then he got up and walked towards the door of the thatched cottage. He looked at the big locust tree in front of the door. He gently grabbed the hem of his skirt and stepped up. With his green silk shoes exposed, he looked as light as a butterfly and walked towards the tree in front of the door.
Walk up the slope.
When we reached the top of the slope, the sun was just right, and we could see the boats coming and going on the empty cicada beard in the distance.
The light pink ribbon that was lightly tied to her hair fluttered gently, and the subtle fragrance came quietly with the wind. After a while, she patted her skirt gently, hugged her knees and sat down quietly.
"Master, I can see you again..."
"In this life, Zijun will definitely figure it out."
All the sunshine is in her eyes, glowing with waves of stars, facing the wind, her white dress and purple skirt are swaying, her voice is soft and soft, like murmuring.
...
Sword Sect, Second Elder Xi Qingyi is about to celebrate his 800th birthday.
This news instantly swept through the entire twenty-one states like a storm.
In fact, it is not uncommon for people to live past their eight hundredth birthday. Although this age is considered to be quite high in the world of immortality.
The most interesting thing is that Elder Xi burned his ancestral grave not long ago and was imprisoned inside to use a sewing machine.
Jian Zong's invitations have long been sent to all sects of all sizes in the twenty-one states, including the two royal families.
Countless sects are already preparing to leave for the Sword Sect. After all, even if the Sword Sect declines, it is still a member of the permanent director sect of the United Sects in the Holy Land.
This face will be given to some extent.
In the ancient country of Dongfeng, there is no Huaque.
"Luo Ritian, explain it clearly to my brother!"
"What on earth did you do? Huh? Drugged Mo Li, the eldest daughter of the Mo family, in Mo City? How about you?"
"You can do this kind of thing? Are you thinking too much? That's the Mo family! Dongfeng's aristocratic family!"
Luo Ritian, who was scolded horrendously, looked at the man in front of him with an angry look on his face and said:
"Senior brother, this is all slander. It's the smear campaign that Su Bei slandered against me, Wuhuaque!"
"Junior brother, you can't get hard at all. You don't know. How could you drug Miss Mo? They... They are definitely colluding, just to make my Wuhua Que bad reputation among the people!"
"..."
The man snorted coldly and said:
"Who cares if it's fake or not? Now that fish is playing tricks on newspapers in the entire twenty-one states and just publicizing it, even if it's fake, it will become real for you!"
"I don't care if you have them or not, you can decide the enrollment this time by yourself!"
After a pause, he took out another gilded invitation from the storage ring and said:
"Well, yesterday Jian Zong handed over an invitation to my sect. You go, I can't afford to lose this person!"
"..."
Luo Ritian took the invitation, took a sip, and said fiercely:
"Senior Brother, Junior Brother was scared by Su Bei before. Now that I think about it, it is absolutely impossible for him to reach the peak of Void Return. He is definitely a God of Transformation!"
"If he had that kind of realm, he would be able to suppress his junior fellow apprentice just by standing there and make him breathless!"
"He must be bluffing! This time, junior brother must expose him openly in the Sword Sect! Let this hypocritical person be discredited!"
"Let them know that Jian Zong is such a group of hypocritical hypocrites..."
"..."
The man frowned, thought for a while, and then said:
"Be careful, it's the Sword Sect's birthday banquet after all, just order until it's over!"
Luo Ritian nodded excitedly, turned around and walked out...