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After the requiem day for the two of them, the Zhong Mansion began to reorganize internally.

Even though most people are diligent in practicing and devoted to cultivation, there are always some disciples who are used to laziness, and their life is miserable, including Chi Xingqian.

It is no longer possible to sleep twenty hours a day.

In the morning, on the training ground.

The sleepy-eyed Chi Xingqian caught the sword thrown by Zhong Ziyuan, and said negatively, "Do you really want to fight?"

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Yes."

Chi Xingqian raised his eyebrows: "It's impossible for me to lose."

He is no match for him no matter in competition of spiritual strength or martial strength.

The corner of Zhong Ziyuan's lips pursed, and he could not help but strike directly. With sword energy wrapped in spiritual power, he deftly moved to Chi Xingqian.

Chi Xingqian raised his sword to block, only defending but not attacking.

After several rounds, he dismantled Zhong Ziyuan's countless exquisite moves, but he didn't make a single move.

Zhong Ziyuan was filled with inexplicable anger, his face turned pale.Chi Xingqian saw his strangeness. When he attacked with a sharp move, he took a step back and took the palm.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Zhong Ziyuan felt that the red color was particularly dazzling, and unspeakable anger and anxiety surged up in his brain, forcing him to turn around and leave.

It was like a punch had been punched in the chest, which was so painful and blocked.

Chi Xingqian, who stayed where he was, was a little at a loss. Is this person really angry?

His attitude just now gave Zhong Ziyuan the illusion of being underestimated.

At noon, Zhong Ziyuan didn't come to the dining room.

Seeing that Chi Xingqian was alone, Qin Muyun hurried over with food.

"Chi Xingqian, you didn't follow your senior brother today?" Qin Muyun muttered while chewing a mouthful of vegetables.

Brother?Chi Xingqian almost spit out the soup, he knew he was asking Zhong Ziyuan, "Is that what you usually call Zhong Yan?"

Qin Muyun took it for granted, "That's right," he seemed to think of something again, and he whispered: "Actually, I called Brother Yan the first time, but he didn't seem to like me calling him that, so I changed my name to Shi Bro."

Chi Xingqian teased him with a smile, rudely took a few mouthfuls of rice, and then packed a few dishes and left.

In the wing room, the door of Zhong Ziyuan's room was closed tightly.

Chi Xingqian put the food box at the door, knocked on the door and left.

When Zhong Ziyuan saw the good food, he was in a complicated mood. He looked up and found Chi Xingqian standing outside.

Chi Xing sneaked in, opened the food box for him, there was a bowl of vegetarian soup, the soup overflowed, he wiped it off carefully, and put it in front of him.

Zhong Ziyuan's face was cold, he only felt that the food was tasteless, like chewing wax.

Then, with a cold face, he ate every mouthful.

In the following days, it was exactly as Zhong Ziyuan said, treating each other with the courtesy of the same family, practicing together, eating and living together, and Chi Xingqian enjoyed it.

Counting the days, it will be the glazed banquet every four years in more than a month.

The Liuli Banquet is a grand meeting for the great immortal families to compete in martial arts. The time is on the 21st of the twelfth lunar month. The major families take turns to sit in the village.

This year it happened to be the turn of Zhongfu to hold it.

One month before the banquet, invitations should be sent out, Zhong Zhiwen told Zhong Ziyuan a few words, and sent Zhong Ziyuan, Zhong Fufeng and Chi Xingqian to deliver the invitations.

It is said to be an invitation post, but it is actually a special key, which allows the families who received the post to cross the barrier and directly enter the Zhongfu on the 21st of the twelfth lunar month.

In Qingxi Town, which was protected by Zhong's family, Xuanmen had already received the news and was waiting in the inn there.

Zhong Fufeng came to the second floor of the inn with ease, and a broad-eyed young man by the window happened to be drinking tea and listening to operas in his spare time. This person was Tu Junlin, the third son of the Tu family.

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Master Tu San."

Tu Junlin turned his head to see the visitor, said with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Ziyuan, don't come here without any problems."

Zhong Ziyuan never liked to chat with people, so he went straight to the topic and sent out the invitation post before he was ready to leave. When Zhong Fufeng turned around, he accidentally moved the burning incense burner on the table, and a burning incense burner poured on Tu Junlin's arm in an instant.

There was a scorching smell after the flesh sizzled twice.

Zhong Fufeng apologized repeatedly and hurriedly brushed it with his sleeve, but Tu Junlin waved his hand indifferently, only a small piece was burned.

Zhong Ziyuan thought of the glazed banquet four years ago, when Tu Junlin won the first prize, he was handsome and vigorous, now seeing how he is not afraid of fire, it is estimated that his spiritual power is even stronger.

The posts were sent out quickly, and the three of them were ready to return home.

When Yujian was walking, Zhong Ziyuan stopped suddenly.

On their way back home from Qingxi Town, they had to pass Yangjiaopo. Yangjiaopo was a village affiliated to Qingxi Town.

Now they should have stepped into the ten miles of the village.

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Did you find out?"

Chi Xingqian followed beside him, nodded and said, "It's too quiet."

Zhong Fufeng Lingjian has been unsheathed.The surroundings are not quiet without any sounds, but there are no sounds of livestock, insects, or streams.

It's like a dead, empty city.

Chi Xingqian frowned deeply, he quietly glanced at Zhong Ziyuan, this is not right.

Suddenly, a woman's silver bell-like laughter came, and she uttered suddenly in absolute silence, causing Zhong Fufeng to shrink his neck in shock.

In the house directly in front of them, an elegant woman walked out, her small figure was wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, and she was clearly not a peasant girl.

Chi Xingqian's lips were drawn into a line, and he couldn't help feeling that all the female ghosts are so pretty now.

After one of the female ghosts appeared, she looked straight at Zhong Ziyuan, her smile was extremely ambiguous, and she said in a frivolous tone: "Today is the day of the king's wedding, how about this young master staying for a glass of wedding wine?"

Seeing that her arm was about to reach his shoulder, Zhong Ziyuan immediately took a step back and stabbed with his sword without hesitation.

The female ghost's cultivation level is not low, she avoided it deftly, and continued with a smile: "Young master is angry, you don't know how to pity and cherish jade."

Chi Xingqian walked over, grabbed the female ghost's waist, and said with a smile: "He's very boring, why don't you let me stay?" After finishing speaking, the female ghost's expression changed, and she wanted to struggle and push away. But can't move.

Chi Xingqian's eyes suddenly became cold, "Say, what exactly do you want to do?"

From the time he approached her, the female ghost knew that she was no match, and said in horror: "This place is the ghost king's fancy. He only said that he will get married today, and I don't know anything else..." After saying the last word, the female ghost has turned into a a wisp of smoke.

Chi Xingqian clapped his hands in disgust.

Zhong Fufeng didn't know why, "She escaped?"

"It's the soul flying away." Chi Xingqian said and walked forward on his own.

What kind of ghost king got married, but a barrier was set up to separate them from the village. In fact, they have not yet entered the village entrance.

After the female ghost disappeared, the place began to gain popularity.

However, it was dark at this time and it was not suitable for the journey, so the three of them had to stay in the village for one night.

Zhong Fufeng went to knock on the door of a farmer, and after explaining his intentions, the honest farmer was ashamed. There were only two rooms in the house, and he and his old woman lived in one room, so the three of them had to share one room.

Looking back, the sky was dark, and it might rain, so the three of them stayed.

There was only one bed in the room, and the bedding was old and had a musty smell. The three of them each found a chair and closed their eyes to rest.

At night, thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind howled.

Zhong Ziyuan had a hunch that something happened.