Mr. Wu ran faster and disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.
Mr. Zhou moved a little slower and was left here to face Furong. This made this famous figure in the world of immortality suddenly feel a little nervous.
"Oh, Lao Zhou, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Xiang Furong rushed here and saw only Mr. Zhou, so he asked carelessly: "Where has he gone, Old Wu?"
"He said there was a fire in his house and he had to go back and put out the fire." Mr. Zhou scratched his head and quickly moved his steps. "If there is nothing wrong here, I will go and help."
"What can I do for you? Please sit down for me."
"OK!"
After giving orders to Furong, Mr. Zhou could only sit on the chair obediently, not daring to think of escaping anymore.
The elder of the mission hall looked at this scene from behind and found it funny, but he did not stop it.
He knew that the relationship between Xiang Furong and these two Sanren was very subtle, but it did not have much to do with the Demon Slayer Pavilion, and it was not convenient for him to get involved.
"The last time you two came to Demon Slayer Pavilion was 30 years ago. You haven't dared to show up for so many years. Is it possible that you are afraid that I will deal with you two?"
Facing Mr. Zhou, Xiang Fulong said unceremoniously.
"How...how could it be?" Mr. Zhou could only say with an apologetic smile at this time, "We have always missed you. In fact, we have wanted to come and see you for a long time, but we are busy with business and can't get away, so we rush now.
come over."
"You can pull it off. What you say is better than what you sing. Who knows that you two old men are so idle and have nothing to do." After hearing this, Xiang Furong rolled his eyes and said.
"You don't know something. The world is not peaceful now, how can you have any leisure time?" Mr. Zhou sighed at this time and said.
"I don't care. Anyway, you were caught by me this time. No matter what happens, you have to leave something for me."
Xiang Furong thought for a while and said, "How about you write an article to praise me? You have to write something thought-provoking and tear-jerking, and then ask Lao Wu to publish it in Tianyuan Times for me."
"It's okay for me to write." Mr. Zhou agreed immediately after hearing this, and then said again, "I don't know if it's okay for Lao Wu. He has deep opinions on you behind your back. You should
I also know that his apprentice who is in charge of Shunfeng Hall is thinking of ways to hack you all day long."
Anyway, now that Mr. Wu is away, Mr. Zhou will turn all his attention to Xiang Furong and start fighting desperately.
"That's right." After hearing this, Xiang Furong's eyes suddenly widened, "I know that guy has been deliberately smearing my image these years. This is simply unforgivable. I have long been unhappy with him. When I am not in a good mood one day,
When the time comes, I will go to Tianji Pavilion to find him to settle the score."
"You should have been like this a long time ago, otherwise people would think you are not angry and think you are a sick cat." Mr. Zhou agreed at this time, and his face was full of indignation when he said this.
"I think they are just like this." Xiang Furong just nodded heavily, "The more I think about it, the more angry I become. It makes me so angry."
"Actually, I'm starting to get very angry about your situation. Just wait, I'm going to catch Lao Wu now and make him apologize to you in front of you."
After saying this, Zhou Laoyi transformed into a streak of blue smoke and disappeared here.
"Uh?" Xiang Furong looked at the direction where the old man disappeared, blinked, and felt something was wrong.
But she was not in the mood to care about it so much. She came here just to watch Yang Yi's game. She happened to hear that the North and South San people were also here, so she ran over to take a look.
Now that she saw Yang Yi winning the game so easily, she was in a good mood and didn't remember what she was worrying about.
Because the second day is her favorite Bacchus competition.
The Demon Slayer Pavilion Summit is hosting this event this time. Not many people have signed up to participate in this competition, so there is no preliminaries and finals.
It's just a competition.
There were long tables in the competition square, with all kinds of spirits on them.
The process of the competition is also very simple. There are jars of spirits on each table. Whoever drinks the most is the champion of this competition.
The competition keeps going like this, the first one has more and more people, and the one who persists to the end is the winner.
Since you can drink good wine without paying any money, be in the limelight, and get spiritual jade, how could Xiang Furong miss such an opportunity that has the best of all three?
But when she arrived at the competition venue, she saw someone she didn't expect.
"Aunt Hong, are you also coming to participate in this competition?" Xiang Furong couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the person coming.
"What's wrong? Isn't it possible?" The opponent turned out to be the elder of the Discipline Hall wearing a black robe. She was standing among the contestants, but no one dared to look directly at her.
"A dignified elder of the town, I'm afraid if you come to compete..."
Said to Furong.
"Otherwise, who do you think proposed this project and added it?"
The elder of the Discipline Hall replied, "Is there any rule that says that the elders of the Zhenge cannot participate in this kind of entertainment competition?"
"But...who dares to beat you if you participate?" Xiang Furong muttered after hearing this.
"If you can win, I must not hide it." The elder of the Discipline Hall laughed coldly and said, "I'm afraid you forget who you learned how to drink from."
"Hey..." After hearing this, Xiang Furong smiled evilly and said, "Aunt Hong, times have changed now."
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"The Demon Slayer Pavilion has changed so much."
At this time, a man with a worn-out face and a bamboo hat looked at the Demon Slayer Pavilion in the distance and couldn't help but marvel.
At this time, although he was still twenty or thirty miles away, he seemed to have clearly seen every plant and tree on the mountain.
He held the hand of a little girl with one hand, and the little girl was struggling hard to get rid of his restraints.
These two people, one old and one young, are none other than the Fishing Immortal and the little girl who came out of Fuxian Lake.
"Don't worry yet. We can't go to the Demon Slayer Pavilion in such a swagger. There are so many people out there, and if some big guy notices you, I'm afraid it will be difficult for even me to protect you."
The Fishing Immortal spoke to comfort him, "We agreed in advance that I will take you to find some fruits this time, and then you will follow me back to the Holy Mountain obediently. You must obey me obediently."
"Guo Guo..." After hearing this, the little girl raised her finger and pointed to the sky.
"You pointed in the wrong direction! Huh?" The fishing immortal was about to say how could the Demon Slayer Pavilion be in the sky, when he suddenly realized that there was a sword beam passing from above.
A sword flashed high in the sky. Although it was almost difficult to see with the naked eye, it was not difficult for the fisherman and the little girl. As soon as they raised their heads, they saw a faint green light.
"Come down here." Upon seeing this, the fishing immortal pointed his finger at the sky.
Then when he saw Qing Qi, he immediately turned around and swooped over.
In the middle of the descent, the monk on the flying sword was still struggling for a while. Although the falling posture slowed down, as the fishing immortal pointed downward again, the flying sword instantly fell in front of him.
"Playing with flying swords, I am your ancestor, and you still want to go there." The fishing immortal smiled and said.
He saw that the practitioner he had pulled down was not young, almost middle-aged, and his cultivation level was not very high. He looked like he was in the early stage of virtual phase.
He seemed to be a high-ranking elder from a small cultivation sect. He had a mustache and a somewhat majestic appearance.
Although this is the case, the two people in front of him are not afraid of him.
"I opened this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, leave the fruit." The fishermen shouted loudly.
"Ah..." The middle-aged monk couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this.
He was flying in the sky with his sword just now, when suddenly an irresistible force pulled him down.
He also knew that when he met a top master, he gave up resistance completely, thinking secretly: No matter whether the other party wanted to steal wealth or sex, he would obey him, as long as the other party could save his life.
How do you know what fruit the opponent's opening skill requires?
How can I have any fruit in myself?
"Two good men, you can say whatever you want, but I don't have much fruit." After hearing this, the middle-aged monk said with a confused look on his face.
"No?" After hearing this, the fishing fairy turned to look at the little girl and asked.
The little girl said to the middle-aged monk: "There is... there is fruit."
"This... this little hero, you... what fruit are you talking about?" When the middle-aged man heard this, he suddenly felt nervous.