Cheng Zhuo led the disciples of the two courtyards into the City Lord's Mansion, and the reception was very thoughtful.

   "There is a lot of entertainment in Haicheng at night. I will take everyone to play in the evening, and I hope everyone will give a face." Cheng Zhuo is a smooth person, and his behavior is relatively cheerful.

   The disciples dispatched for this mission, whether it is the Imperial Court or the Holy Court, belong to some of the most talented disciples of the two Courts, and Cheng Zhuo naturally wants to befriend them.

  The beautiful woman in the Imperial Court nodded with a smile: "Then I will trouble Senior Brother Cheng."

   "No trouble, you all go to the wing to rest first. After dinner, I will have someone call you." Cheng Zhuo said politely.

   The beautiful woman nodded and said, "Then let's say goodbye first."

   After she finished speaking, she left with the disciples of the imperial court. Among them, Huo Liruo blinked and said hello to Yu Qingqian, while Leng Lingshuang seemed to be relatively low-key, and basically never set her eyes on Yu Qingqian.

  Cheng Zhuo took other disciples of the Holy Court to personally arrange the wing.

   After dinner, after night fell, a beast car was prepared outside the city lord's mansion. Cheng Zhuo had previously explained that the disciples of the two courtyards should travel in casual clothes.

  Especially in the Holy Court, fifteen disciples wore seven colors of the same clothes, and people could recognize them at a glance wherever they went.

  The Imperial Court is different from the Holy Court. It is only divided into black and white disciples. The White House’s disciples are relatively weak in talent and strength. The Black Palace’s disciples are all geniuses with outstanding or special talents.

   Among the fifteen disciples of the Imperial Court, only Leng Lingshuang and a young man with an ordinary face were dressed in white clothes.

   As soon as they went out, everyone saw two huge and imposing seahorses pulling two carts with luxurious and extravagant bodies.

The disciples of the two courtyards each got into a beast car. The car has a lot of space and a more luxurious interior. There is also a place for drinking tea and playing the piano. The fifteen people are not crowded at all, and you can see it. Haicheng City Lord's Mansion is not low.

   A beautiful maid in the car was making tea, while another beautiful maid was playing the piano beside.

  The light and beautiful piano art accompanied by the fragrance of tea permeates the car, giving people a feeling of relaxation and comfort.

   "Senior brother really enjoys it." Sanjian took a sip from the teacup and said with a smile, "Good tea, good music."

The    Seven Swordsmen are sorted by age, among them, the three swords have the highest talent and strength, and they are more slick and sophisticated, but not annoying.

  Cheng Zhuo leaned lazily on a soft cushion, "Cultivation of one path is always going against the sky, and you may encounter danger all the time. I prefer to have fun for a while, so that I can live faster."

  Yu Qingqian held the teacup and looked up to see Cheng Zhuo's deep smile. It could be seen that he was telling the truth, but she quite agreed.

  Be vigilant at all times in the last days. There is a lack of food, cruel competition for resources, and pleasure is an extravagant hope.

   When she came to this world, although she seized the time to practice cultivation, she would not miss the time to relax and enjoy it. It was her heart's desire to live as she wished.

   "Senior brother said well, I'm drunk at the moment when I have wine." One of Zifeng's disciples said with a smile while holding a teacup.

   A few people were chatting in the car, and Yu Qingqian was basically silent, listening to the others.

   "Brother, what is the origin of the leading disciple of the Imperial Court?" A Qingfeng disciple asked curiously.