Lu Mingshu didn't say anything, and looked away a little.

Yuan Rong immediately shrank his neck and said, "I'll talk..."

Lu Mingshu picked up the cup and gave her four words: "Speak less and read more."

"oh……"

In the battle a few days ago, not only did the passers-by watching the battle scare, but also Yuan Rong. The two battles at the divine realm happened under her nose. Later, Lu Mingshu dug her out of the ruins. She was not hurt, but was scared.

Yuan Rong grew up next to Yuan Xi, and her vision was not narrow, but no matter how powerful the Supreme Elder was, it was in the realm of the transformation. Before, she heard about the goddess sacrifice, but she still muttered in her heart that Senior Sister Lu was not that fierce! After seeing that battle, she knew why this senior sister Lu, who looked so flirtatious, had such a strong reputation, and she became more obedient to Lu Mingshu.

When people sat down, the music started, and the banquet was lively. All factions took this opportunity to make friends, brag, laugh and cheer everywhere, and drink and drink.

The table in Dujiu Yao Palace is deserted.

Lu Mingshu didn't look straight and slowly ate wine and food.

She didn't speak, and Yuan Rong didn't dare to talk too much.

At this time, someone brought the dish: "Miss Lu, this is the dish my young master added to you."

Lu Mingshu withdrew his gaze and found that the person who came was Xie Changhui.

She raised her eyebrows: "Thank you, you need to do such a small thing as serving vegetables and wine?"

Xie Changhui smiled awkwardly: "Then we have to distinguish people, right? The young master's instructions are a big deal!"

Lu Mingshu couldn't help but smile: "No wonder your young master can't live with you." He reached out and poured a glass of wine, "Since you're here, sit down and have a drink."

Xie Changhui was flattered. After being with Xie Lianzhen for so long, how could Lu Mingshu be so handsome? How could he not know? It was not easy for her to say this. Those big men of the sect may not have such a face.

So he sat down in a daze and drank several more drinks.

When he went back, Xie Lianzhen looked at him squintly.

Xie Changhui was seen in a terrifying manner and asked carefully: "Young Master, did you do something wrong with me?"

"Haha," Xie Lianzhen smiled slightly, "Is the wine delicious?"

Xie Changhui was stunned at first, looking at Lu Mingshu who was a little far away, and then at his son, he was very clear-headed and wanted to slap himself. Even though he knew what kind of virtue his son was now, he actually drank Miss Lu's wine? But he didn't expect that this little thing would make the son jealous!

"Young Master..."

Xie Lianzhen laughed twice, not giving him a chance to explain: "Watch the show!"

As soon as the hot show passed, bright fireworks suddenly rose in the center of the stage. Fireworks exploded one by one, forming the four words "Long Lives Without Border" in the air.

As the fireworks fell, they turned into ten figures and flew towards the main platform.

"Ah!" Yuan Rong shouted, "Senior Sister, look!"

But I saw these ten people, including men and women, with different appearances, and were all wearing Tianhai Pavilion costumes.

"Senior sister, who is this?"

Lu Mingshu said: "It should be the juniors of each island."

The so-called junior is for Mr. Wen Hai. All of these ten people have the cultivation level of the divine realm, they are not young, and their clothing is at least at the level of elders. Especially the person in the leader has special clothes. As she expected, she should be the head of Tianhai Pavilion.

Sure enough, ten people fell on the main stage, and the leader sang: "Cheng Lang led his junior brother and sister to congratulate his uncle Gao Sheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others also spoke: "...Congratulations to Master Hai's uncle Gaoshou."

Then the lower generation of disciples leaned over and bowed down and bowed: "... He Gaoshou, Uncle Grandpa."

The voice is loud and comes back on the sea to convey it, responding to the tide sound, with amazing momentum and showing the style of a grand style.

At this point, how could the guests not make up for fun? They stood up one after another: "Congratulations to Mr. Wenhai for a long life."

The head of the host, Mr. Wenhai, laughed and helped the head Cheng Lang up: "But the little birthday, you are too grand."

Cheng Lang is a middle-aged man with a long face, with a beautiful beard, looking handsome, with bright eyes and extremely majestic.

The two of them said a few polite words and re-entered the seat.

Then the younger generation took turns to give birthday gifts.

Mr. Wenhai has a high seniority in Tianhai Pavilion. Among his peers, there are only a few realms left in the metamorphosis. Even the next generation has withdrawn from the front line, and most of them are only named. After four generations, there are about a hundred disciples on Lingjun Island.

After you finished singing, I made a debut, and they all rushed to give carefully selected gifts.

So, there were many marvels on the sea bridge. Some disciples of the small sect didn't even see those treasures.

Yuan Rong was very envious: "Tianhai Pavilion is so generous." Compared to the last birthday of the Grand Master, the little birthday gift I received was shabby.

I really don’t go out, I don’t know how small Jiuyao Palace is.

Lu Mingshu didn't take these things seriously. It's true that these things are brilliant, but few of them can be used.

After the birthday gifts of the disciples of Lingjun Island were given, several disciples suddenly came on the water, landed on the main stage, and bowed together.

The chaise was stirring, and Yuan Rong heard someone shouting at the next table: "Ten Disciples, are these ten disciples of Tianhai Pavilion? The one in the middle is Fang Zhen, Du Furong on the left, Hua Manxi on the other side, and Mo Qingxiang..."

Except Kou Wei, it was all the same.

Lu Mingshu's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the nine people thinking.

There are ten island owners in front and ten disciples in back. Today's birthday party is arranged very well.

President Cheng looked at them with a smile: "You are united, have you prepared some special gift?"

Fang Zhen took a step forward and said with a smile: "To be honest, Junior Brother Hua has an idea. We think it's very good, so we simply treat it as a gift to celebrate the birthday of the Grand Master, which saves a lot of money and allows guests to watch the fun."

He, who is ranked second in the top ten disciples, is completely different from Kou Wei's style. He is not outstanding in appearance and speaks slowly. At first glance, he is far inferior to Kou Wei's style, but when he speaks, he has a unique and slow taste, and everything he says makes people feel comfortable.

When he said he saved some money, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became more and more joyful.

Mr. Wenhai also had a smile on his face: "Oh? What is it?"

Fang Zhen smiled and accused him of guilt, stood up, and clapped his hands towards the stage.

At this moment, five huge water balls slowly rose on the sea surrounding the stage.

Someone exclaimed: "Five dragons playing with pearls?"

But he was blanched: "I saw it clearly. I just borrowed the style of the Five Dragons playing with the beads. It is not difficult to turn water into beads."

The man looked closely. Sure enough, there was no magic attached, just five large rolling water balls.

But soon, their faces were slapped.

Five water balls slowly rose to mid-air, suddenly shaking continuously, suddenly opening up, and the fluctuations of magic spread.

The water balloon turns into a stream of water, intertwined, and weaving a complex figure on the stage.

The water flow diagram is formed and suddenly covers it downwards to form a barrier. In the barrier, the stage is gone, and replaced by an illusory maze.
Chapter completed!