Peach Fortune Ring

This sentence comes from "The Peony Pavilion". The story describes that Du Liniang dreamed that a scholar asked her to write a poem with a willow branch in his hand, and was carried to the Peony Pavilion by the scholar to have a happy marriage together.

Thinking that there is no "Peony Pavilion" in this world, Song Yan briefly told the story.

After listening to this story, Li Muyang couldn't help showing a hint of admiration, and said: "Brother Song is so talented and knowledgeable, I can't match it."

Then the two chatted for more than an hour before Li Muyang took his leave.

"This Li Muyang is a wonderful person." Song Yan secretly thought, because Song Yan could see that this Li Muyang was a congenital first-level master, and it was rare for a majestic innate master to be so polite to him as "acquired perfection".

In the evening, sure enough, a servant from the Zhu family brought food.

Its taste is not as bad as that made by Tianxianglou.

After eating, Song Yan walked around outside the guest room before returning to the room.

However, not long after he came back, Li Muyang came to talk to him again, with a bottle of wine in his hand, and he didn't know where he got it.

After chatting for a while, Song Yan suddenly changed the subject: "Brother Li, I heard that Mr. Zhu was once a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Tell me, is there really an Immortal Sect in this world?"

Hearing Song Yan's question, Li Muyang couldn't help showing surprise: "Brother Song doesn't know that there are immortal gates in this world?"

"I really don't know. If Brother Li knows, please let me know." Song Yanyu pleaded.

Li Muyang nodded, and said slowly: "Actually, I don't know much about it. I mostly heard about Taoism. In our Tang Dynasty, the largest fairy sect was called the Qionghua School, and it was also the guardian fairy gate of our Tang Dynasty. In addition, there are dozens of immortal sects, and their combined strength may not be comparable to the Qionghua faction.

However, the selection of disciples of the immortal sect is extremely strict. It is said that the Qionghua sect will open the immortal sect to recruit disciples from outside sects every ten years.

Although other small immortal sects are not as strict as Qionghua in selecting apprentices, they must be innate warriors under the age of 20 to be accepted into the gate wall. "

"Brother Li, do you know how strong the strongest immortal of the Qionghua Sect is?" Song Yan asked.

Li Muyang smiled wryly and shook his head: "Brother Song is too high on me, I am just a small ordinary warrior, how could I know, but I heard that the elders of Qionghua Sect are all peerless masters of Jindan level , you can destroy a city like Beijiang with just a raise of your hand."

"The elder is a master of Jindan, so isn't the head of the sect a master of Yuanying?" Song Yan thought to himself, and then gratefully said to Li Muyang: "Thank you, Brother Li, for your guidance."

"It's getting late, let's have another drink." Li Muyang raised his glass.

"it is good."

Sending Li Muyang away, Song Yan revealed a look of contemplation. The sect of cultivating immortals in this world is much stronger than that of Shui Lanxing. On Shui Lanxing, the foundation building period is enough to be the head. , even Jin Danqi can only act as an elder.

Not on a level at all.

But this is expected, after all, the aura of heaven and earth in this world is too strong.

At the same time, he was considering whether to join a sect of cultivating immortals, so that he could have a detailed understanding of the cultivating forces in this world.

It's just that he already has a cultivation base, and I'm afraid that the Qionghua Sect will not accept such a wild cultivator with a bad background, so even if he wants to join, he can only find a small sect.

The night is fleeting.

In the early morning of the next day, a servant came and personally brought Song Yan to Zhu's martial arts arena.

Ten arenas have been set up in the center of the martial arts arena.

On the left and right sides of the arena, hundreds of tables and chairs were visited, and there were tea, cakes and the like on each table and chair.

"Young Master Song, you can just find a table and chair and sit down. The competition will start after a while." The servant reminded.

"Excuse me!" Song Yan said something to the servant, then walked to an empty table and sat down.

[Author's digression]: Thank you [Love you? Don't explain] this big reward

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Chapter 455 Two Byes

Song Yan had just sat down for a while, when Li Muyang came and sat down beside him.

"Brother Song, don't you mind?" Li Muyang asked with a smile.

"Brother Li was joking." Song Yan smiled.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the empty seats on the field were filled with young martial artists who came to participate in the competition to recruit relatives. There were 360 ​​people in total.

"Brother Song, do you think Miss Zhu will show up?" Li Muyang said with some expectation.

"Probably so."

At this moment, someone yelled "Miss Zhu is here", and everyone turned their heads to look at the entrance of the martial arts arena.

I saw a slender woman in a plain white dress, with a white gauze covering her face, walking slowly towards the martial arts arena surrounded by four beautiful maids.

Although Miss Zhu covered her face with a white gauze, her walking posture was extremely graceful, and there was an indescribable charm exuding from her body, which almost made everyone present stare straight-eyed and fascinated.

For a while, words of praise such as "It's so beautiful" and "It's like a fairy coming down to earth" kept coming out of the warriors' mouths.

But Song Yan felt a little strange, Miss Zhu must have practiced some kind of extremely advanced seductive art, in order to fascinate all the men.

With his eyesight, he could completely ignore the veil on her face. In his opinion, this Zhu Yiren's appearance was considered an ordinary beauty, at best comparable to the four maids behind her, and even seriously, it was slightly inferior.

"The reputation of Miss Zhu's beauty is really well-deserved." Li Muyang, who was on the side, sighed, with appreciation in his eyes, but not obsession.

Seeing this, Song Yan felt a little strange, he didn't expect that Li Muyang would be able to escape from the influence of Zhu Yiren's charm so quickly.

"My little girl, Zhu Yiren, has met all young heroes."

A soft but slightly hoarse voice came from Zhu Yi's mouth, and the eyes of the people who were already obsessed had become fanatical, wishing they could rush up to hug her and ravage her.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan's mouth showed a playful look.

I have a vague feeling that there might be some ulterior secrets in this martial arts contest to recruit relatives.

Zhu Yiren left after only showing one side, but this side only touched the hearts of most of the people who came to participate in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, and they all swore that they must win this martial arts competition and embrace the beauties.

Then, Mr. Zhu arrived.

Mr. Zhu is already in his early fifties, he is not as rich as usual rich people, his body is extremely thin, his face is sickly yellow, and he can tell that he is injured at a glance.

Song Yan saw through the reality of this old man Zhu at a glance. He possessed the innate nine-level cultivation base, but he had extremely serious injuries in his body, which could be suppressed only by his own true energy. Therefore, it is not bad to be able to exert [-]% of his strength. .

Next, Mr. Zhu told everyone about the rules of this martial arts competition, which was divided into two days.

On the first day, twelve candidates will be selected through a one-on-one elimination competition.

On the second day, the 12 winners will be judged by Zhu Yiren herself, and she will pick the most satisfactory one to become her husband-in-law.

"The first round of elimination is now underway. Anyone who reads their ID number please enter the ring."