Sun Xiaolei crouched slightly, eyes half-opened, and took a careful look. Then he moved the wooden table in front of him two inches to the left, aligning the table with the dozen or so tables in front of him to form a perfect straight line.
He was adjusting the tables, tables and chairs in Qingxin Hall. And he was not the only one here at this moment. Beside him, there were seven or eight young boys who looked like boys, who were also busy like him at the moment.
A group of them are preparing for the immortal banquet that is about to begin.
While everyone was working in an orderly manner, Sun Xiaolei adjusted the desk in front of him, then stood up, continued to walk to the back, and started making adjustments again.
Since Sun Xiaolei entered Master Chen Lin's courtyard, his information has become much better, so now he also knows the reason for holding this banquet.
The reason is precisely to welcome Immortal Master Zhang Zhiyan who is about to return.
Master Zhang Xian was summoned by the Wuji Sect a year ago to go to the original area of Longhu Mountain to wipe out the resistance forces. After a year of battles of wits and courage, he finally killed all the resisting monks in Longhu Mountain and was able to return today.
It is truly a great joy to be able to return safely and unharmed during this battle of monks that lasted for a year. Therefore, under the order of Head Nie Fang, all the disciples immediately started to move into action and began to arrange this small-scale battle.
The welcoming banquet.
Sun Xiaolei, who is usually smart and has good cooking skills, was also called in to decorate the venue and help with the cooking.
And just when Sun Xiaolei was working seriously, a girl's clear voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Brother Xiaolei."
When Sun Xiaolei heard this, he turned around and saw that the person who came was about twelve or thirteen years old, with long, silky black hair tied into two ponytails, a beautiful oval-shaped face, and skin that could be broken by blows. He was the newcomer he knew well.
Handyman, Xia Chun.
Sun Xiaolei smiled and asked: "Xiao Chun, what do you want from me?"
Xia Chun smiled and said: "Deacon Dai asked me to come here to find you! Deacon Dai said that the immortal chef invited has arrived and asked you to go to the kitchen to help now~"
"We're here so soon!" Sun Xiaolei stood up hurriedly, wiped his hands and said, "Then I'll leave this place to you. Come and arrange these tables and chairs in order."
Xia Chun nodded and said: "Don't worry! Brother Xiaolei, leave this to me!"
"Haha, I'll go over now." Sun Xiaolei said with a smile.
"Brother Xiaolei, walk slowly~"
Sun Xiaolei laughed, and then walked towards the side door behind the Qingxin Hall. There was a road there that could lead directly to the back kitchen. He arrived at the back kitchen with ease and met the so-called immortal chef. After a few simple exchanges, Sun Xiaolei began to help.
...
As time passed, the banquet officially began.
Sun Xiaolei wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully came to the side door of Qingxin Hall. There was a small gap here and he could barely see the scene on the court clearly. At this moment, his task of helping the kitchen had been completed, so he ran here specially to take a peek.
The scene of the banquet.
He put his head close to the crack in the door and looked out through the crack. With just a few glances, Sun Xiaolei saw many familiar immortal masters, including Master Nie Fang, and two elders sitting next to the master, Master Ji Heng.
Along with Immortal Master Li Xian and, of course, Immortal Master Chen Lin, whom he is most familiar with, many immortal masters are waiting for Immortal Master Zhang Zhiyan to return.
After watching for a while, Sun Xiaolei heard the leader suddenly speak.
"I didn't expect those monks to be so tenacious and able to persist for a year, but fortunately, Zhiyan finally came back. She has really worked hard this year..."
As soon as the master's voice fell, Immortal Master Ji Heng's voice continued to sound.
"It is said that it is because of the shadow of the Four-Party Alliance behind those people and their support that they persisted for so long..."
"Indeed, the Sifang Alliance has been thinking a lot recently. Ancestor Zhang Zhenyuan ordered us to be careful of the Sifang Alliance..."
"...."
Some words began to be said on the field that Sun Xiaolei did not understand, but he did not care. Even if he did not understand, he listened with interest.
Soon, Sun Xiaolei heard the immortal masters stop talking, and not long after, he saw three unfamiliar immortal masters walking in from outside the hall.
They were all wearing black and white robes, and they were all in high spirits. One of them walked to the center of the hall and said to the leader: "Su Zhiyuan, an inner disciple of the Wuji Sect, has come to the leader Nie."
Seeing this person, Nie Fang nodded slightly, but then he raised his eyes and looked outside the hall, and couldn't help but asked strangely: "Why are you three coming in? Why don't you see Zhiyan in my door?"
Su Zhiyuan slightly cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, as soon as she entered the mountain gate, she flew directly to the back mountain. It seems that she did not intend to come to the banquet..."
Nie Fang looked strange, looked at Ji Heng next to him, and asked: "Why doesn't Zhiyan come over to attend the reception banquet? Isn't this just prepared for her?"
After hearing the question, Ji Heng stood up and asked tentatively: "Then shall I go and ask Senior Sister Zhang?"
Nie Fang raised his hand and was about to speak...
"No need..." Su Zhiyuan suddenly interrupted and said: "I know why Fellow Daoist Zhang refused to come to participate..."
"Oh?" Nie Fang looked at him and asked, "Tell me, little friend."
Su Zhiyuan sighed, cupped his hands and said: "Tell Head Nie that Fellow Daoist Zhang has fought many battles for our Wuji Alliance this year and made many contributions. It is precisely because of her that this battle can end one year ahead of schedule.
All Wuji League monks should respect her, but..."
Nie Fang leaned forward slightly, with a complicated expression on his face, and asked: "What..."
Su Zhiyuan glanced at Nie Fang and continued: "In one battle, those reactionary monks united to attack us. In order to cover us, Zhang Zhiyan was targeted by those people. In the end... she lost in the end and was seriously injured on the spot.
..."
"Pa!" Nie Fang stood up suddenly, with a look of panic on his face, and said loudly: "Why have I never known this?!"
Su Zhiyuan said: "This matter is quite secretive, not many people know about it, and... and this is also the reason why Fellow Daoist Zhang is unwilling to say more..."
Nie Fang hurriedly said: "How are you injured? No, I have to go see Zhiyan now!"
After saying that, Nie Fang wanted to fly out of the hall.
"Master Nie, wait a minute. As far as I know, Fellow Daoist Zhang may not want to see anyone at this moment..." Su Zhiyuan quickly stopped him.
Nie Fang stopped and asked, "Why is this happening?"
Su Zhiyuan said slowly: "Because the place where Daoyou Zhang was injured was on his face. There are two scars all over his face. At this moment, she is...disfigured...she probably doesn't want to see other people..."
"This, this...how could this happen..." Nie Fang's steps were sloppy and he couldn't help but take two steps back, his face became confused.
When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed drastically. The joyful atmosphere in the venue instantly disappeared. A depressing atmosphere instantly fell on everyone's hearts, and the entire hall became silent.