She was slightly startled: "Who is having a happy event? Making such a fuss?"
I added in my mind: "Isn't it Yue Wushang who is getting a wife?"
Lan Yun stood beside her obediently: "It's not a wedding, but our king is hosting a banquet for His Highness the Demon King in Yunyi Palace. He must be singing and dancing to add to the fun."
Wow, this guy is enjoying himself outside, enjoying a lot of money, but he ends up sitting on the bench here![
Hum, the demon king saved me, but he didn't let me go and thank him personally.
I really don’t know what Yue Wushang’s plan is!
She walked around the house, couldn't hold it in any longer, and ran into the yard again.
Looking at the two closed courtyard doors, my heart suddenly moved: "He can't have a large group of people standing around the courtyard, right? If I can't get out through the gate, then I'll climb the wall!"
She found a relatively remote corner, flew up, and landed lightly on the high wall.
But who would have thought that before she could stand firm on the high wall, her eyes blurred, and two more people flew up, dressed like the 'door gods' at the gate, with expressionless faces: "Miss Qi, the king has ordered,
The girl is not allowed to step out of this courtyard..."
With the exact same tone of voice, these guards are as if they were carved from the same mold!
Qi Luoer laughed twice and jumped down again dejectedly.
He cursed eight generations of Yue Wushang's ancestors in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
Qi Luoer had nothing to do, so he had to meditate and practice Qigong.
Unfortunately, the Taoist methods she learned were extremely simple, and she had not even started yet. After practicing for a while, she found it very boring.
She thought of the introductory monastic skills that Saint Ling had learned, but many of the words on them were obscure and difficult to understand, and she couldn't understand them at all.
He stood up sluggishly and walked outside. Suddenly he saw Lan Yun who had been tidying up the house obediently. His heart moved: "Lanyun, are there any books in the Mirage Palace?"
Lan Yun smiled slightly: "Of course there is. There is also a 'Moxiang Palace' in the palace dedicated to holding books."
Qi Luoer's eyes lit up: "Are there any people who practice Taoism?"
Lan Yun was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Taoism is something practiced by those immortal sects. Naturally, our Mirage Palace does not have those things."