After Liao Chengfa said this, he suddenly said loudly to the inside: "I'd like to invite you, little master!"
After he finished speaking, a young Taoist priest in his thirties suddenly walked out of the inner courtyard of the villa.
The Taoist priest has a face as white as jade.
Handsome looking.
Wearing a gray robe, he attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.
He has an upright figure and his eyes are as bright as torches.
His body exudes an unparalleled mysterious aura.
He is the young master from Qingcheng Mountain and Yuxu Palace, He Feng!
As soon as He Feng appeared, Liao Chengfa was the first to say respectfully: "See the little real person!"
Although Liao Chengfa is said to be worth tens of billions.
But in front of this famous young master from Yuxu Palace in Qingcheng Mountain, he was still extremely respectful.
The little real person called He Feng smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Liao, you are welcome!"
"You don't have to be modest, little real person. It's my blessing, Liao, to be able to invite little real person today!"
"I also implore you, little master, to give my beloved daughter a name this time, so as to bless her with happiness and prosperity throughout her life!"
He Feng smiled slightly and said: "Little things!"
After speaking, he said: "Mr. Liao, please take your beloved daughter out!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
So, Liao Chengfa quickly ordered his servants to take out his beloved daughter who had just turned one month old.
After the little daughter was carried out by the servants, He Feng glanced at the little daughter in the nanny's arms, and then nodded slightly.
He looked towards the courtyard in front of the villa.
The Liao family's villa is huge, and there is a flower garden in the front courtyard.
Peonies are planted in the flowerbed.
However, since it is October now, all the peonies in the flower garden have faded.
He Feng looked at the peonies in the flower garden, suddenly smiled and said: "Yes!"
"Mr. Liao, please name your daughter: Liao Mudan!"
"Forehead?"
"Peony?" Liao Chengfa was stunned.
The wealthy guests from Yanjing around them were also stunned.
Because no one knows where the two sons of "Peony" came from.
Just when Liao Chengfa and all the wealthy guests in Yanjing were looking at a loss, He Feng suddenly brought his right index finger and thumb together. At the moment when they came together, profound energy emerged from his whole body.
Then, he pointed towards the flower bed in front of him.
"open!"
In an instant, beams of light visible to the naked eye beamed into the flowerbed in front of them.
The peonies in the garden that were originally withered and withered, miraculously started to grow horribly at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.
In the end, they all bloomed and bloomed!
In the blink of an eye.
In an instant, all the peonies in the originally withered flower beds bloomed.
Looking at the delicate peonies, all the guests were stunned at this moment.
"Oh my God!"
"Look, all these peonies are in full bloom?"
"Is this, a thought blooming?"
Because no one expected that He Feng, who only looked about thirty before his eyes, could actually bloom in a single thought?
You should know that peonies bloom in April and May.
And now it is the golden month of October!
He actually made all the peonies bloom?
Amazing!
Too strong!
"God man!"
"Xiao Zhenren is simply a god!"
"Please accept your respects from Liao Mou!"
When Liao Chengfa saw the peonies in his flower garden, his thoughts arose and he was completely shocked at this moment.
He quickly bowed to He Feng and worshiped.
The wealthy guests around him also paid homage to He Feng.
A smile appeared on He Feng's handsome face.
This little bit of magic was just a piece of cake to him, but in the eyes of these ordinary people, it seemed extremely magical.
But see.
After He Feng named Mr. Liao's beloved daughter, these wealthy people in Yanjing worshiped He Feng to the extreme.
In their eyes, He Feng was like a god.
Just when the wealthy guests around were toasting to He Feng one by one, suddenly, He Feng's whole body trembled slightly!
Then, his originally pure eyes suddenly looked into the distance.
"Huh? Someone actually broke my cursed prayer beads?"
"It seems that bitch has noticed it!"
He sneered.
Then without saying any more, he turned around and walked towards the wealthy guests over there.
…
Qingcheng Mountain.
Located in northwest China.
Since ancient times, Qingcheng Mountain has been a holy land for Taoism.
It is as famous as Longhu Mountain.
And Yuxu Palace is the Taoist sect of Qingcheng Mountain.
According to legend, a magical scene occurred in Qingcheng Mountain more than ten years ago.
That scene was the famous lotus flower on Qingcheng Mountain, with thousands of flowers in full bloom, vying for beauty.
Some people say this is a wonder of heaven and earth!
Some people say that this was caused by the failure of Qingyangzi, the famous northern sect's number one cultivator in Yuxu Palace.
As for the real reason, no one knows.
now!
Qingcheng Mountain, the top of the mountains.
I saw a decayed old man in black robes, sitting cross-legged under a century-old dead tree.
Old people cannot tell their age.
The only thing that can be seen is that his old face is full of wrinkles.
He closed his eyes, as if sleeping, leaning against the century-old dead tree.
Next to him was a huge roc bird.
This roc bird has golden wings.
A pair of eyeballs as big as the mouth of a bowl, exuding ejaculation.
Everyone knows that this golden-winged roc is the sacred bird that protects Qingcheng Mountain.
As for how long this magical bird lived, no one knows.
The only thing that is known is that it is a spiritual beast, and it has been following their ancestor in Yuxu Palace for so many years: Qingyangzi, the number one in the Northern Sect.
now.
Just when the old man closed his eyes, suddenly, the golden-winged roc beside him suddenly let out a strange "quacking" sound.
Its voice was extremely loud, and the moment it screamed, its wings spread out.
It was as big as a fighter jet. The moment its golden wings spread out, it covered the sky and the sun, and with a rumble, it took off.
As the wings flapped, whirlwinds came one after another.
It's like meeting an enemy!
Seeing this Qingcheng Mountain's most sacred bird suddenly making such a strange move.
The old man in black robe with his eyes slightly closed said lightly: "Xiao Jin, I am a guest!"
His voice is old and rich.
As the words fell, the golden-winged roc hovering in the air began to scream strangely, and its wings began to fold slowly.
Then, the old man in black robe slowly raised his head and looked towards the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
"It's been almost ten years, why have you returned to China?"
The old man in black robe sounded like he was mumbling to himself, or talking to the people down the mountain.
At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, which is over 10,000 feet high.
I saw a figure dressed in white appearing at the foot of the mountain.
He raised his head and looked at the top of Qingcheng Mountain, which was ten thousand feet high.
"My son was killed!"
"That's why I have no choice but to come back from the dead!"
The faint voice spread throughout Qingcheng Mountain, and suddenly, the white-clothed figure flew into the sky, flying towards the top of the mountain.