Chapter 35 Uninvited Guest

In front of the Cheng'en Hall, everyone saw each other. Rong Hui accompanied the male guests to talk in the east wing, and Ling Xiao accompanied the female guests to drink tea in the west wing. Xiaojuan and Xiaoyue arrived at Xiaoxuan's former residence, and they also had mixed feelings. At the invitation of Zhu Xin, he simply wandered around. Rong Xue had nothing to do for a while, and went to the northwest "Danfang" first.

At the beginning of the afternoon, there were more and more visitors. Rong Hui smiled and greeted him. He saw that most of them were acquaintances he had met at the " housewarming banquet" five days ago. He spoke purposely and talked with everyone quite speculatively. Introduced by others, they are familiar with the people in the hall, and there are also several ascetic practitioners who have not been born for a long time. In addition to the income, I only waited for the bell to ring three times and went to the front hall to perform.

He was calculating and suddenly heard Si Li shouting: "Danxia Mountain's 'Zhengyuan Zhenren' has arrived!" The voice passed, and the conversation stopped abruptly. He was slightly stunned: "Are you here in person?" Stand up and greet each other. When the rest saw it, they stretched out their hands and followed.

Rong Hui walked out of the wing room and suddenly walked into a middle-aged man with a feather crown outside the door. Who is the "true yuan"? He piled up smiling faces and bowed his hands to greet: "Brother, come and shine! It's an honor, it's an honor..." Seeing that he was still following this white bearded old man behind him, he was a "real fire real person" and arched his hand again.

"Zhengyuan" bowed back as if nothing had happened: "Brother, you can hide it from your stupid brother!" In a word, the bell rang three times, and it was noon.

When Rong Hui saw that he had something else to say, he quickly said, "The auspicious time has arrived. Since you are here, please sit down to watch the ceremony." Reach out to the front hall. Everyone saw it and then followed.

The front hall is hollow, and only an embroidered screen is set up in the north. The lake light projection reflects the jade image of Xiaoxuan. If it is looming, it is like a fog in the smoke. The guests are divided into men and women, sitting between the east and the west. Another example is that "Zhengyuan Zhenren" and others sit in the main hall, and all the young people sit in the east and west.

The guests sat down, and Xiaojuan and Xiaoyue led 12 people including Meihai and Xinghai into the hall respectively. Everyone saw that the girls were graceful, but in eight or nine years, they had already built a foundation and couldn't help nodding secretly. Seeing the purity of his skills, he made it all the way and praised it in a low voice: "Yes, it's a group of good seedlings." She is a good-hearted girl." Calm steps, strong muscles and bones, and can also bear hardships..."

Rong Hui sat in the east hand with Zhenyuan Zhenren. When he saw Qun into the room, he took the initiative to invite him: "Brother, you are the most famous here, that is, you sing praise!"

"How can it be compared with the fame of a young man!" Zhenyuan smiled shyly and nodded and agreed, "Since the younger brother gave in, Brother Yu is not polite!" He stood up and walked to the screen and said, "Worship to the ancestor!" The voice was loud and loud.

Xiaojuan and Xiaoyue listened, raised their legs and walked, took Qunshu around the screen, went to the "Ancestor Hall" in Tangbei to meet their ancestors. When Rong Hui saw that everyone had gone far away, he introduced them to Zhenyuan: "Those two girls are Xiaoxuan's direct sisters. They grew up with her. Later, they were taken under the head of Lingshan Mountain, the 'Ming and Qing Zhenren', who can be regarded as their direct brothers and uncles." The voice is clear and does not shy away from it.

While talking, the maidservant gave tea to the crowd. After half a cup of tea, Xiaojuan and Xiaoyue took Qunshu back from the front door. Zhenyuan saw it, stood up and said loudly: "Two benefactors..."

Before the words fell, there was a sudden sneer: "Teacher, is she qualified to accept apprentices? It turns out that 'Danxia Mountain' is not as good as this. The master's disciple can also be on an equal footing with this sect..." The voice was ethereal, non-male and non-female, came from all directions. When the guests in the hall heard the words, they were all stunned and looked at each other.

Rong Hui was furious, got up with his palm, and shouted in a low voice: "Roll--" sounded like thunder, and "rumbling" swinged out. The valley buzzed and heard a roar. Like a long sound, but also like tens of millions of sounds superimposed on each other, shaking the cup in the room, and "cough" trembled.

When everyone heard the sound, they knew that this "real person in Lingshan" did not get a false reputation. In shock, he suddenly heard a scream: "Ah..." I saw a stream of blood spewing out in the air next to the door, and a figure staggered down.

"Ah?" Mei Zai and others lost their voices and exclaimed and stood in front of Rong Hui and others. The rest stood up and stared at him. They saw the man dressed in black and tied a ponytail with a ribbon. He fits in the figure, but he is a young man, and his cultivation has reached the "sun period".

"Wolite!" Everyone was stunned and heard a cold shout. Looking up, they saw a middle-aged man in a brown robe at the gate of the courtyard, with a jade belt around his waist, a gray shirt and a half-armed crane cloak. White socks and wooden cbags, jade hairpins, are dressed as Dongying people.

Seeing that he was charming, he had achieved "Taiji perfection". His heart was slightly awe-inspiring. He flashed to the door and asked, "Is it polite for you to come uninvited and disturb the ceremony?" While talking, I saw a man and a woman behind him, all of whom were restrained and Taiji had become Taiji.

The man is as fat as a hill, wearing shorts, step by step, very dull. The girl tied two knee-length braids in her ear with a red head rope, wore a black silk skirt, violet embroidery, and sat on the fat man's shoulder. Floating barefoot, she is a five- or six-year-old girl. The eyes are black, and the elves are so human.

When the guests saw it, they were stunned: "What are they going to do..." Before they finished speaking, the shadow shook, and the girl in black rushed to the young man like a civet cat, reached out to hold it, and retreated in the wind. In the blink of an eye, he will sit on the shoulder of the big man again. The speed of the body is dazzling.

Everyone took the opportunity to look at the young man, who was still full of energy and heroic. Shi Shiran followed the big man. Where has he been seriously injured? Looking at the girl in black, her eyes dodged and her face was innocent, as if she didn't know what to do.

The middle-aged man in Jinyi didn't see it. As he walked, he said, "The Central Plains is a country of etiquette. Don't you even let people tell the truth? Isn't etiquette bullying? Isn't it self-deception to practice truth and practice Taoism?

Export, like rolling oil falling into ice water. The group was excited and shouted repeatedly: "Be presumptuous!" Bold!" Rhaps!" ......

How can Rong Hui not know the intentions of these four people? Hearing the words, he waved his hand quietly and sneered: "You are here to disturb the situation!"

"I see that these twelve girls are good seedlings of 'cultivation and refining qi'. They have a loving heart and talent, and I'm here to save them from the fire!" Jinyi walked to the bottom of the steps and said righteously: "In order not to be deceived by you who deceive the world and steal people, and lose your virginity for nothing. The beauty of adults is good!"

"I heard that Dongying women don't talk about chastity." Someone in the hall laughed: "Is it the old man who came here to shout to catch the thief? Looking at your old face, aren't you afraid of losing your own life?

The middle-aged eyebrows were gently raised, his eyes were angry, he took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled: "Indecent..." Before the words fell, the dark shadow flashed, and the girl rushed straight to the crowd like a civet cat.

"It's not good!" Be careful!" Bold"... In the shouting, the people in the field cheered their spiritual power to protect themselves, dodged and followed the situation. I saw the shadow everywhere, with ten fingers like hooks, grabbing the "real fire real person". Before the front arrived, three inches of air had been shot out. The cold in the hall suddenly fell, which made everyone tremble physically and mentally.

Everyone secretly said "not good": "Yu Wei is like this, how can Zhengfeng be embarrassed?" Seeing the "true fire" with white frost, his face twitched, and he seemed to have lost an inch. He couldn't help exclaiming: "Be careful!" I just want this capture to fall into practice, and I have to open the old way. The pupils shrank sharply, and the claws fell, the crystal light flashed, and a pair of slender hands poked out to meet the front and grabbed the girl's arm. The claws did not close but rose, and stabbed the opponent's wrist.

Between the lightning and fire, everyone thought that the wrist was going to be cut off by the claws. But when I saw the air everywhere, it turned into white vapor, but it seemed to flow back into the sea and go straight up. The Hao wrist took the opportunity to send out and toss away the petite girl. With a sigh of relief, he saw that it was Chen Lingxiao, the successor of the "Lingshan Zhenren" who reached out to relieve the siege.

While breathing, the "true fire" came to his senses, and his body trembling. He bowed his hand and saluted: "Thank you for your help!"

Ling Xiao did not squint and said as he walked, "I realized this because of you, and I will save your life today." It is heard in everyone's ears, but it has another meaning. They looked at Rong Hui one after another and gloated.

The girl in black was cast out of the main hall, took the opportunity to plunder and fell on the shoulder of the big man. As soon as he kicked his legs, he was about to jump out again, but he was stopped by the middle-aged man: "How can you use a cow knife to kill chickens?"

Everyone saw where the girl's feet were, and the big man's muscles bulged and ready to go, only to know that there was still cooperation between the two. I was secretly surprised by this. Jinyi hummed softly in his nose and greeted with a straight face: "I'm here to see if the Taoism of Lingshan is really in the world. Is this 'little real person' qualified to be tied with the Seventy-two Immortals? If it's just a side road that can be obtained by stealing chickens and dogs, it's better to give up this blessed land early, so as not to give Qingqing's life and stink for ten thousand years!"

"Get out?" Rong Hui sneered in his heart: "Shicheng is the key to Jing Min. If you give up here, don't you give all the border of southern Fujian to the Japanese pirates? You will plan to talk..." He asked casually and asked, "I don't know what you want to think?"

"Three people!" Jinyi was neither humble nor arrogant, and slowly said, "One person from each side. Three small tests. If you can beat my two disappointing apprentices, I will recognize that among the immortals in the world, there is also the line of 'Lingshan', and the 'little real person' is qualified to open the mountain to accept apprentices. All the people present can see it. Otherwise, everyone will be killed for the crime of bullying teachers and destroying their ancestors!"

"All right!" Rong Hui couldn't help laughing: "But have you ever seen Lingshan Daotong?"

"Then please enlighten us!" The young man in black smiled coldly, waved his hands gently, and the spirit rippled, and pulled out two white blades out of thin air. One long and one short, take advantage of each other's voice. Buzz--", a soft sound, like the twisting of the strings, fluctuated, shaking the blood of people and blood, and the heart was stagnant. In a stunned mind, the white blade floated out, and as the melody flew, it seemed to be cut, directly hitting Rong Hui's face door.

The young man walked with the blade, and the left blade scraped the right blade ridge. The golden iron is sonorous, "buzzing" for a long time, more like a ghost crying and howling, stabbing people's ears and numb, and they can't lift any strength. In a panic, Rong Hui's right hand suddenly came out, and his two fingers bounced along the ridge of the blade, which was better than the wind and light clouds.

The strength is everywhere, and the long blade is shocked. In a low voice, the young man looked up and screamed, put a sword in his right hand, and his palm was bloody, and he flew backwards. The long blade "wishing" fell to the ground and trembled endlessly. The gold and stones hit each other, and the sparks burst out. "Ding-", with a sharp sound, the countershock rose, and the bullet was more than ten feet high. Everyone was amazed and knew the strength of that finger.

The young man hummed and saw the young man fly back. He raised his hand and waved a spiritual wind to support the young man's back. The spirit is stirring, and there is a low sound. The young man retreated again before he stopped and stared at Rong Hui's mouth, but only spewed out blood foam. Where can there be any words?