Wu Yong rode the clouds down the mountain like a golden hoop, turned around several peaks, and finally landed steadily on a flat-top peak facing east.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the clouds floated up in the air and returned to the sky without a trace.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It feels different to flying like a sword." Wu Yong was still unsatisfied.

"But..." He looked at the direction he came and thought to himself: Master Gu took me to see Master Min, can't it just for a pot of Cuijian Wulin?

Wu Yong thought to himself, thinking that the most likely thing was to have something to do with the second master who wanted to accept him as his disciple.

"Think about Master Gu hasn't come to me for so long, so why is it uncomfortable. When should I find an opportunity and take the initiative to explain my attitude to him... to avoid any unpleasantness."

Wu Yong had an idea and walked along the stone path in front of the mountain.

In front is a palace covered with golden glazed tiles, with green edges inlaid. On the ridge of the high-top is a black unicorn roaring to the sky, and a huge jade pearl still floating in the mouth is spewing out.

Eight strings of glazed treasure lamps carved like works of art have been winding from the ridge to the eaves, hanging and falling on the surrounding side of the temple, with bright lights and halos reflected in the night sky.

Wu Yong walked to the door and a boy led him into the hall.

The hall is tall, wide and bright, with only one floor, supported by beams and pillars made of more than a hundred nanmu wood. When passing through a vigorous and magnificent Panlong Jingui Avenue on both sides, a delicately carved white jade screen appeared in front of it.

The little boy left, Wu Yong walked forward alone, through the screen, but he could already hear the noisy voices. When he turned around, a beautiful golden palace suddenly appeared in front of him.

With the red carpet avenue laid in the center as the dividing line, there are nearly a hundred tables on the left and right sides. The Emei disciples sit on the right side, and the Wuxuan Temple disciples sit on the left side, sitting opposite each other.

At this moment, the two people seemed to be arguing about something, and you said one by one, don't say what you were talking clearly, even who was talking could not be heard clearly, so lively that no one noticed Wu Yong walked into the hall from behind the screen.

Fortunately, these are all children aged 10, at most, only fifteen or sixteen, and they didn't make any anger. Especially there were many young men and women in the rear positions on both sides. When they saw the scene was a little out of control, they would come forward to mediate.

"This junior brother of Emei, are you..." Wu Yong stood behind the screen and observed for a while, and then a young male disciple from Wuxuan Temple came over to inquire.

"I've just arrived, I don't know where the banquet is..." Wu Yong bowed to him, and was about to ask if the banquet seats were arranged. In a blink of an eye, he saw Song Yuying sitting in the seat, swaying at him with one hand and pointing at an unmanned table beside him.

He looked back and smiled, "Thank you, senior brother, I've just got lost."

The disciple smiled and greeted him with a gift and walked back to his seat.

A woman covered her mouth and smiled, "Junior Brother Ding, this time you took advantage of others."

The disciple surnamed Ding was surprised, "Why did senior sister say this?"

The woman blinked at Wu Yong and smiled and said, "That person is my uncle and uncle. When Emei arrives in the afternoon, I see that he is with Emei Valley real person and the head sect. I probably will be back now."

The disciple surnamed Ding smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Sister, you didn't say it early..."

"What have you said earlier? Will you be embarrassed in front of this little uncle? The uninformed person is innocent." The woman blinked, "I want to know how Emei disciples will deal with those uneasy Qiu Bai after he comes."

She said, suddenly covering her mouth and laughing, as if she had thought of something interesting.

...

Song Yuying is very far ahead, in the second row on the red carpet. She is surrounded by her fellow disciples, and a long desk on her right is empty - it is obvious that this is left for him by Song Yuying.

In front of him, Chai Kunpeng was stepping on the table with one foot, patting his knees with the other hand, and was squirting against the disciples of Wuxuan Temple opposite him. What Wu Yong and what junior uncle are, he didn't see any of them.

"How about saying that girls are caring?"

Wu Yong sighed in his heart, ignored Chai Kunpeng who had not looked back, sat in the seat and asked, "Yuying, isn't this a banquet? Why is it so noisy?"

"The uncle of the junior teacher didn't know something, and he started to quarrel in the afternoon... From tomorrow, Wuxuan Temple has arranged a three-day preaching to communicate with us." Song Yuying looked around the noisy, with helplessness on her face, especially Chai Kunpeng, and she roared and made her head buzz.

Wu Yong was so hungry that he looked at the dishes on the table, picked up a piece of fat fish sashimi and put them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Communicate is just communication, what's so noisy?"

He chewed in his mouth, and the sweet oil spread in his mouth. The plump taste made his eyes lit up immediately. He swallowed it whole and couldn't wait to catch a chopstick.

"The communication is divided into two groups: civil and military. Wuxuan Temple is saying that our Emei must not be able to compete with them." Speaking of this, Song Yuying's face was also angrily. Seeing Wu Yong busy dealing with the fish sashimi on the table, he handed over his plate.

"After you eat it, my uncle, the dishes from Wuxuan Temple are still as good as my appetite. I can't stand eating this fish raw."

Wu Yong thanked him, took the plate and ate it, and put two plates of fish sashimi into his stomach. He put down the chopsticks and said in surprise: "There are still martial arts people, aren't you afraid of causing conflicts and hurting the harmony between the two families?"

"Contradictions are inevitable, right? But it is not inevitable that the harm and angrily... Each family will invite colleagues to exchange and compete. The teacher said that this is one of the ways to promote the rapid growth of disciples, and it is a good thing."

"As the largest sect in the Jin Dynasty, our Emei used to be the host. I heard that after the ancestor ascended, we gradually had fewer exchanges with the outside world..."

Song Yuying remembers what the teacher said to her.

"Is that?" Wu Yong said perfunctorily and took a cup of porcelain bowls on several tables to his front. When he opened it, he found that it was a bowl of crab meat soup. The soup color was clear and the crab meat was clearly streaked.

"So fresh and delicious." Wu Yong picked up a chopstick, and secretly praised it. He felt unsatisfied. He tore the chicken legs of a bamboo chicken beside him and drank the soup while eating meat.

At this moment, Chai Kunpeng pointed at the disciple of Wuxuan Temple opposite and shouted: "There is no need to fight here, let alone wait until the next few days, we will have a fight here!"

He turned around and suggested, "Everyone, let's find a few people to confront him head-on! Who is afraid of whom! Hey... uncle, you are here."

Chai Kunpeng was startled and immediately said happily: "Uncle Master, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Uncle Master?

Whether it is Emei disciples or Wuxuan Temple disciples, everyone's eyes looked over.

Wu Yong held the chicken legs in his left hand and scooped crab meat in his right hand, filling the water and land meal in his mouth. He was stunned when he heard this question, and hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked blankly: "What?"
Chapter completed!