side hall.

Yin Zhen, a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm, presented the invitation and said respectfully: "Elder Wu, the middle of next month will be the Wenliang Hundred Flowers Festival. The King of Zhenbei spent a lot of preparations in August. He gathered all the rare flowers and herbs in the world, and ordered Yin to present it. invitations,

  Invite monks from Fuyao Palace to watch. "

  The beauty in palace costume named Elder Wu was a little dumbfounded, thinking that King Zhenbei really persevered, a perseverance that is rare in the world.

   But the palace lord went out, and there were already people there. The King of Zhenbei may have been busy for nothing for five hundred years.

  The words came to his lips, Elder Wu didn't know what to say.

  She secretly thought that it was bad luck, and said euphemistically: "Thank you King Zhenbei for your kindness. In the middle of next month, this elder will definitely lead the disciples of the disciples to the meeting, and the prince's painstaking efforts will not be in vain."

  "Elder Wu was joking. With all the fairies from Fuyao Palace coming, the Hundred Flowers Festival will be even more glorious. We should thank you." Yin Zhen waved his hands repeatedly.

  The two looked at each other and smiled, and then

  The atmosphere became awkward.

After waiting for a long time, Yin Zhen saw that Elder Wu was looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and he seemed to be practicing in seclusion on the spot, so he had to say: "Elder Wu, to tell you the truth, before leaving, King Zhenbei also told Yin , be sure to deliver the invitation to Palace Master Yan."

   "Palace Master. She." Elder Wu hesitated.

  Money offensives are effective anywhere, and the world of cultivating immortals is no exception.

  In recent years, Zhenbei Wang Peng Xinzhi has often given gifts to Fuyao Palace. Although he failed to embrace the beauty, he firmly believes that persistence will surely impress Yan Xiaoshuang.

  So, the gift-giving is more diligent, giving on ordinary days, and doubling on New Years and holidays.

  Cultivation materials, secular currency, land and mines, from the primary industry to the tertiary industry, all taken care of by one person, can be said to support the entire mountain gate with his own strength.

  If the years are quiet, someone must carry the weight for you.

  The reason for the cleanliness of Fuyao Palace is here.

  Elder Wu has made a lot of money all these years, but he is merciless and caught in a dilemma.

  Telling the truth is too hurtful, and not telling the truth will only add to the chaos.

  I can only tell the truth!

  She took a deep breath and was discouraged again. The art of speech is so weak at this moment, and she really can't speak in the face of the big injustice.

   After all, the truth hurts too much.

  What can she say, that the king of Zhenbei came a step late, and the palace lord led the little boy to the boudoir?

  That doesn’t work either, it’s obviously King Zhenbei who came first.

  "Elder Wu doesn't have to be like this. The prince doesn't mean to force it. You just need to pass the invitation to Palace Master Yan." Yin Zhen smiled and handed over a Qiankun ring.

   Seeing this, Elder Wu hastily shirked the blame, repeatedly saying that he would not be rewarded for his merits.

  Yin Zhen didn't take it seriously, and added another Qiankun Ring.

  Elder Wu: "."

  It’s really not about money this time!

   "Elder Wu?"

"This"

  Elder Wu had a complex expression on his face, he accepted the invitation helplessly, and rejected Qiankun Ring: "Young friend Yin, wait a moment, this elder will go to ask the palace master first, whether it is successful or not, I will give King Zhenbei an explanation today."

   "I'm sorry to trouble Elder Wu."

  Yin Zhen travels around all year round, has seen a lot, and has never seen any scenes. Seeing that Elder Wu is unwilling to command the universe, he knows that he will not be able to complete the task today.

   Fortunately, the problem is not big, and he has never succeeded before. King Zhenbei has been defeated repeatedly, and a mere failure will only make him more motivated to fight.

  Thinking of this, Yin Zhen can't help but sigh, true love meets a heart of stone, it's really amazing. …

   If he was chased and beaten by Zhenbei King, let alone five hundred years, he would have followed in five hours.

   Knock knock knock!

  The door of the boudoir rang softly, and the bored Lu Bei looked out the door: "The people outside the door wait a moment, the palace lord has not changed clothes yet."

  Yan Xiaoshuang's face darkened when she heard the words, and she glared at Lu Bei angrily. Voice transmission let Elder Wu enter the room.

  Elder Wu

   Walking into the room with an apprehensive face, Yan Xiaoshuang sat cross-legged on the futon, and Han Miaojun was flipping through a book.

  Elder Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least it was more than ten thousand times messier than she imagined.

   Before he could relax, he saw Lu Bei's back facing the wall, shivering in the cold, probably arranging his waistband and other clothes.

  Elder Wu: (;￢￢￢)

  The palace lord really didn't treat her as an outsider, so goodbye next time, in fact, she is willing to wait a little longer.

   "Don't worry about him, he's always neurotic."

  Yan Xiaoshuang got up and stood up, she didn't know whether to change the topic or get straight to the point, and said, "Look at your face, why are you so flustered, but what news came from Zhaoqin?"

  Elder Wu handed over the invitation: "Palace Master, it has nothing to do with Zhao Qin, but the Hundred Flowers Festival is coming next month."

   Seeing the invitation, Yan Xiaoshuang probably understood something, shook her head and said: "My schedule is full, and there is no extra arrangement. You decline this matter on my behalf."

  Elder Wu nodded, and was about to leave with the invitation, when suddenly his hand was empty, and then looked to the side, Lu Bei didn't know when he would arrive, and he was opening the invitation and looked at it.

  In an instant, Elder Wu held his breath and swallowed subconsciously.

   In addition, there are some small expectations.

  Not many, the size of fingertips.

   "What is the Hundred Flowers Festival? Is it a beauty? Wen Liang can do it. Artistic cultivation has penetrated into the people, which is much better than that of Wu Zhou."

While talking about Wu Zhou, Lu Bei flipped through the invitations, and at the same time, he didn't forget to think about it, and said: "Where is Palace Master Yan, are you going to be the finale, or are the flowers competing for beauty? Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums have their own merits? Only money can make it to the list, so my suzerain will go to Zhaoqin right now, and kidnap King Xin to watch the ceremony, don’t worry, no one will let you be wronged when my suzerain suffers.”

   After finishing speaking, he frowned.

  There is something wrong with this invitation!

   Big problem!

  The boudoir was silent for a while, Elder Wu buried his head deeply, Yan Xiaoshuang closed his eyes and remained silent, his complicated thoughts were mixed with some secret joy, wanting to see how the little boy would handle this matter.

  Han Miaojun, who was reading with his head down, woke up with a start. Feeling the low pressure in the air, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

  She was leaning against the window sill with the book in her hand, with her white jade finger pointing across the air, she murmured: "The wind is so noisy today, there seems to be waves coming in the calm."

  Boom!

  After a long silence, Lu Bei threw the invitation on the ground fiercely, his gloomy face made Elder Wu tremble in fright, and he buried his head even deeper.

  At a certain moment, there is an illusion that the sky and the earth change color, and the boundless will crushes the mind and spirit.

  It felt like her catastrophe had arrived ahead of schedule.

  「It’s unreasonable!」

  「It’s so deceiving!!」

  Lu Bei uttered angrily, and he was only ten sissies away in one breath, only ten sissies in one breath.

  Yan Xiaoshuang still closed her eyes and said nothing, but if the corners of her mouth seemed to be raised, it showed that she was very satisfied with Lu Bei's annoyed attitude. …

  Lu Bei said angrily: "What Zhenbei Wang Peng Xinzhi, what a big name, does he have some dissatisfaction with the suzerain, and deliberately chose such a bad name!"

   After speaking, there was another series of sneers, a man with a handsome head on the left, and an old thief with a gray beard on the right.

  Yan Xiaoshuang's upturned mouth gradually fell down, and finally returned to her expressionless face. Although there was no trace of coolness, a light frost had already formed on her feet.

  Han Miaojun was not in the atmosphere. Although she hadn't read the invitation, she was quick-witted. She was a thousand-year-old Liaozhai, and she already guessed the general situation.

  Great opportunity, how could she let it go, and added: "Xiaoshuang, why are you frowning, do you also feel that the name 'King of Zhenbei, this name is inappropriate?"

Yan Xiaoshuang was even angrier, and Han Miaojun saw the joke for no reason, and felt that the little white face had never seen such a hideous look, and said in a cold voice: "Sect Master Lu, please don't talk nonsense, the name of the King of Zhenbei existed six hundred years ago, and he is known as Liang Xiaoyan. King's reputation, when he became famous, you were not there!"

  「Xiao Yanwang?!」

  Lu Bei raised his brows, and said disdainfully: "I beat up King Dayan, but King Xiaoyan is a fart, and he still suppresses Bei,

  Which north did he hold?」

   "North of Wenliang."

  「Oh, it’s amazing!」

  Lu Bei let out a groan of yin and yang, curled his lips and said, "You dare to call Zhenbei even if you are lonely. I think he is clearly targeting me, and he has planned six hundred years in advance for this."

  Yan Xiaoshuang: "."

   All right, whatever you say is what it is.

   "And this invitation card, the words are obscene, the sentences are dirty, the whole text doesn't make sense, and the lines are full of filth, it really stains my eyesight!"

  Lu Bei gritted his teeth: "The old man has such a thick dough, and he actually planed it in the bowl of the suzerain. I think he is tired of working. Where is the Zhenbei Palace, I am going to search the house."

  Yan Xiaoshuang waited until she wanted to hear what she wanted to hear, but after hearing it, she became even more angry, swept her sleeves and asked Elder Wu to see off the guests.

  Especially the dog in front of him, he drove down the mountain directly.

  Elder Wu bowed his head in silence, as if he had fallen asleep.

   "Elder Wu, where is the old man, did you personally send the invitation?" Lu Bei asked.

   "No, the person who sent the invitation is a monk under King Zhenbei, named"

   "Tell that someone, Palace Master Yan is busy with double cultivation, not just the Hundred Flowers Festival, and I will not be free every day in the future. When the child is a hundred days old, I will invite him to have a wedding wine."

  Lu Bei said slyly: "The suzerain is trying to set the date for tonight, let him prepare early, it doesn't matter if people come or not, the red envelope must be there."

  Elder Wu was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a fresh and refined statement. He asked Yan Xiaoshuang with his gaze and got the back of his head.

   It's boring to ask for it, so I have to follow Lu Bei's words.

  The door of the house was closed, Han Miaojun giggled, tears were coming out of his eyes.

  She was happy, so Yan Xiaoshuang naturally turned around and glared at Lu Bei angrily, annoyed that he didn't say a word.

"come over."

  「Don’t go!」

   "Okay, then I'll go."

  Lu Bei strode forward, raised his hand to hug his slender waist, Yan Xiaoshuang dodged sideways, and was embraced all at once.

  「Let’s go, woo~~~」

   After the short breath was over, Lu Bei looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, and understood what it means to be beautiful like jade.

   Forgive him for his lack of reading. He thought it was an adjective, but it turned out to be literal.

  「Are you familiar with that surnamed Zhen?」

"What?

  On the other side, Yin Zhen, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Elder Wu's strange expression, and nodded with a smile.

   As he expected, he hit a wall again.

  Obviously, the King of Zhenbei wants to invite the beautiful woman to smile at the Hundred Flowers Festival.

  「What, what.」

  Yin Zhen was dizzy, staring and said: "The palace master is determined, are you engaged?"

  Elder Wu shook his head lightly, and said truthfully: "It's not an engagement, it's an auspicious day for the Young Palace Master."

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