This is what cultivating immortals is like

Side hall.

Yin Zhen, a monk in the Void Realm, presented the invitation and said respectfully: "Elder Wu, the middle of next month is the Wenliang Hundred Flowers Festival. King Zhenbei spent eight months preparing a lot, gathering all the exotic flowers and herbs from all over the world, and ordered Yin to present it. Invitation, inviting monks from Fu Yao Palace to come and watch."

The beauty in palace attire named Elder Wu was a little dumbfounded, thinking that King Zhenbei was really persevering and had a perseverance that was rare in the world.

But when the palace lord came out, there was already someone there. King Zhenbei was afraid that he had been busy for five hundred years in vain.

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

She secretly thought that she was unlucky and said politely: "Thank you very much for the kindness of King Zhenbei. I will definitely lead my disciples to the meeting in the middle of next month. It will not be in vain for the prince's hard work."

"Elder Wu was joking. With all the fairies from Fuyao Palace here, the Hundred Flowers Festival will be even more glorious. We should be the ones thanking each other." 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 and eyes, and his nose was observing his heart, and he seemed to be practicing in seclusion on the spot. He had no choice but to say: "Elder Wu, to be honest with you, before leaving, King Zhenbei also told Yin that , be sure to send the invitation to Palace Master Yan."

"Palace Master...she..." Elder Wu hesitated.

Money offensive is effective everywhere, and the world of immortality is no exception.

Over the years, Peng Xinzhi, the king of Zhenbei, often sent gifts to Fuyao Palace. Although he failed to win the beauty back, he firmly believed that perseverance would definitely impress Yan Xiaoshuang.

As a result, we have been more diligent in giving gifts, giving them on ordinary days and doubling them on holidays.

From the primary industry to the tertiary industry, one person takes care of all the supplies for cultivating immortals, worldly currency, fields and mines. It can be said that he supports the entire mountain gate with his own efforts.

If the years are peaceful, there must be someone carrying the burden for you.

This is the reason why Fu Yao Palace is pure.

Elder Wu has made a lot of money over the years, and he is in a dilemma when he is being treated softly by others.

Telling the truth is too hurtful, and hiding it will only add to the chaos.

I can only tell the truth!

She took a deep breath and became discouraged again. The art of speech was so feeble at this moment. She really couldn't speak when facing the grievance.

After all, the truth hurts too much.

What could she say, that the King of Zhenbei came a step too late and the palace master took the pretty boy to the boudoir?

That doesn't work either. It was obviously the King of Zhenbei who came first.

"Elder Wu, you don't have to do this. Your Majesty has no intention of forcing it. You just need to hand the invitation to Palace Master Yan." Yin Zhen smiled and handed over a Qiankun Ring.

Seeing this, Elder Wu hurriedly excused himself and repeatedly expressed that he would not receive any reward for his lack of merit.

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

Elder Wu: "..."

This time it’s really not about money!

"Elder Wu?"

"this……"

Elder Wu had a complex expression on his face, and reluctantly accepted the invitation, and rejected the Qiankun Ring: "Little friend Yin, please wait a moment. I will go and ask the palace master first if it is successful or not. I will give King Zhenbei an explanation today."

"Excuse me, Elder Wu."

Yin Zhen has been traveling all year round and has seen a lot. He has never seen anything. Seeing that Elder Wu is unwilling to take the Qiankun Ring, he knows that he will not be able to complete the task today.

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

Thinking of this, Yin Zhen couldn't help but sigh. It's really amazing when true love meets a heart of stone.

If he had been chased and beaten by the King of Zhenbei, he would have been beaten in five hours, not to mention five hundred years.

…

Knock knock knock!

There was a soft knock on the door of the boudoir, and Lu Bei, who was bored, looked outside the door: "Please wait a moment, the palace master hasn't changed her clothes yet."

Yan Xiaoshuang's face darkened when she heard this, and she glared at Lu Bei angrily. She sent a message to Elder Wu to enter the room. The atmosphere in the room was excellent, everyone was neatly dressed, and there were no unsightly scenes except for her secretly leaking the inheritance of the mountain sect.

Elder Wu walked into the room with a worried look on his face, and saw Yan Xiaoshuang sitting cross-legged on the futon, while Han Miaojun was flipping through a book.

Elder Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was at least ten thousand times better than the mess she had imagined.

Before he could relax, he saw Lu Bei's back facing the wall, rustling, probably adjusting his belt and other clothing.

Elder Wu: (_)

The palace master really didn't regard her as an outsider. She would say goodbye next time. In fact, she was willing to wait a little longer.

"Don't worry about him, he's nervous all day long."

Yan Xiaoshuang stood up, not knowing whether to change the subject or go straight to the point, and said: "Looking at your face, why are you so panicked? But what news came from Zhao Qin?"

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 roughly understood what she was talking about. She shook her head and said, "My schedule is full and I have no extra arrangements. Please refuse this matter on my behalf."

Elder Wu nodded and was about to leave with the invitation, but suddenly his hands were empty. He looked next to him and saw that Lu Bei had arrived at some unknown time and was opening the invitation to read it.

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

In addition, there are some small expectations.

Not much, about the size of a fingertip.

"What is the Hundred Flowers Festival? Is it a parade of beauties? Wen Liang can do it. Artistic cultivation is deeply rooted in the people, and it is much better than Wu Zhou."

Lu Bei was talking about Wu Zhou while looking through the invitation. At the same time, he did not forget to think about it and said: "Where is Palace Master Yan, are you going to be the finale, or are you going to have a hundred flowers blooming, each with its own merits? What if the plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum have their own merits?" Only money can help you get on the list. I will go to Zhaoqin right now and tie up King Xin to watch the ceremony. Don’t worry, no one can let you suffer the injustice that my sect leader has suffered."

After speaking, he frowned.

There's something wrong with this invitation!

There is a big problem!

The boudoir was silent for a long time, Elder Wu buried his head deeply, Yan Xiaoshuang closed her eyes and said nothing, her complicated thoughts were mixed with some secret joy, she wanted to see how the pretty girl would handle this matter.

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

She leaned against the window sill with her book in hand, drew her white jade fingers in the air, and murmured: "The wind is so noisy today, and there seems to be waves coming in the calm."

Bang!

After a long silence, Lu Bei threw the invitation to the ground. His gloomy expression frightened Elder Wu to tremble and he buried his head deeper.

At a certain moment, there was an illusion that the sky and earth were changing color, and the boundless will overwhelmed the mind.

It felt like her disaster had arrived early.

"That's unreasonable!"

“It’s really too much to bully someone!!”

Lu Bei spoke angrily. He was only ten Niangxipi away from ten Niangxipi in one breath.

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

Lu Bei said angrily: "Peng Xinzhi, the King of Zhenbei, has such a big name. Does he have any dissatisfaction with this sect leader and deliberately gave such a bad name?"

After saying this, there was another series of sneers, a bright-headed man on the left, and an old thief with a gray beard on the right.

The raised corners of Yan Xiaoshuang's mouth gradually dropped, and finally returned to an expressionless face. Although there was no hint of coolness, a light frost had formed under her feet.

Han Miaojun was not part of the atmosphere. Although she had not read the invitation, she was quick-witted and had already guessed the general situation.

How could she let this great opportunity pass by and said, "Xiaoshuang, why are you looking so sad? Do you think the name 'King of Zhenbei' is inappropriate?"

Yan Xiaoshuang was even more angry. She was laughed at by Han Miaojun for no reason. She felt that the pretty face had an unprecedented expression of disgust. She said in a cold voice: "Master Lu, please stop talking nonsense. The name of Zhenbei King was established six hundred years ago. He is known as Wen Liang Xiaoyan." The reputation of a king, you didn’t exist when he became famous!”

"King Xiaoyan?!"

Lu Bei raised his brows and said disdainfully: "I've beaten King Dayan, but King Xiaoyan is nothing, and he still controls the north. Which north does he control?"

"North of Wenliang."

"Oh, it's so awesome!"

Lu Bei let out a strange voice and curled his lips and said: "You dare to call me Zhenbei even though you are lonely. I think he is clearly targeting me and has planned six hundred years in advance for this."

Yan Xiaoshuang: "..."

Okay, whatever you say is what it is.

"And this invitation, the writing is obscene, the sentences are dirty, the whole thing makes no sense, the lines are full of filth, it really stained my eyesight!"

Lu Bei gritted his teeth: "This old guy is so thick-skinned that he even dug into my sect leader's bowl. I think he is tired of living. Where is the Zhenbei Prince's Palace? I'm going to raid the house."

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

Especially the dog in front of me, which drove straight down the mountain.

Elder Wu lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was asleep.

"Elder Wu, where is the old man who sent the invitation personally?" Lu Bei asked.

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

"Tell that person, Palace Master Yan is busy with dual cultivation, not only during the Hundred Flowers Festival, but also every day in the future. When the child turns 100, he will be invited to a wedding banquet."

Lu Bei Wai Bi Wai Bi said: "My sect leader will try to set the date tonight and let him prepare early. It doesn't matter whether people come or not. The red envelope must be present."

Elder Wu was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a fresh and refined statement. He looked at Yan Xiaoshuang and got a slap on the back of his head.

Asking for trouble, he had no choice but to do as Lu Bei said.

When the door of the room closed, Han Miaojun chuckled until tears came out of his eyes.

When she was happy, Yan Xiaoshuang naturally reacted the opposite way and glared at Lu Bei angrily, annoyed that he didn't say a word.

"come over."

"Don't go!"

"Okay, I'll go there then."

Lu Bei strode forward and raised his hands to hug his slender waist. Yan Xiaoshuang dodged sideways and was immediately hugged.

"Put it away...hey, wuwu~~~"

After the brief moment of holding his breath, Lu Bei looked at the beauty in his arms and finally understood what it means to be as beautiful as jade.

Forgive him for his lack of education. I thought it was an adjective, but it turned out to have a literal meaning.

"Are you familiar with the man named Zhen?"

"What, he has money, and if you have money, you can... Oh, you can't pick it up if you don't pick it up. That's right. This sect leader was in a hurry and forgot about sustainable development."

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 beauty to smile at the Flower Festival. It is not that easy. At least he has to visit in person.

"Wha, what..."

Yin Zhen's world was spinning and he stared blankly: "Palace Master, have you decided to get engaged?"

Elder Wu shook his head gently and said truthfully: "It's not an engagement, it's a 100-day auspicious date for the Young Palace Master."