Coinciding with the double spring and the leap month, it is a rare wedding period in a hundred years. It is a blessed land of immortals that is not like the fireworks of the world. There are mountains of sacrifices, swaying silk flags, bright red covering most of the mountains, and the festive sound of silk and bamboo gongs and drums.
It resounded for hundreds of miles.【】
Today's celebration was even grander than the sect leader handover ceremony. When the sky was dark, guests came to the door. The ancestor of the Tianfeng Dynasty, Huangfu Xie, personally visited. However, Huangfu Xie had just barely set foot in the Yutian Realm now, and he had not fully understood the laws of space.
If he did not represent the royal family of a dynasty, he would not be able to gain the attention of the Wangchen Sect based on his cultivation. Finally, an elder who had some friendship with Huangfu Xie brought him in.
Huangfu Xie's gift was nothing more than some gold, silver, money, and silk, which naturally attracted the attention of the Forgettable Sect. However, it was just an appetizer, or in other words, it was not even an appetizer. It was just meat to satisfy the craving. After all, the heavyweight sect
Everyone has a reputation, even if they want to please Feng Yu, they will not lose their identity.
About an hour later, representatives from Gods and Long Yuan also arrived at the Wangchen Mountains one after another. In order to show that they were treated equally, the Wangchen Sect also sent elders to warmly receive them. At this point, representatives from the three major dynasties gathered together, and Fengyu Grand
The wedding banquet finally kicked off.
The Tianyi Sect, the Taoist Sect, was once very prosperous and ranked among the six sects of Immortal Dao. But now it is like duckweed on the water, with only its appearance and no solid roots. The culprit of all this is today's groom official.
But so what, from the day they received the wedding invitation, they began to use all their strength to prepare gifts. They had deep grudges with Feng Yu. Now that Feng Yu has appeared again, you don't need to guess, his cultivation level must have reached a new level.
The peak, just in case Feng Yuxin
They didn't even have a place to cry when they were unhappy. This extremely generous gift and groveling attitude was not a hope that Yiyi and Wangchen Sect could resolve their past feud. It was just an attempt to make amends and beg Feng Yu to let them continue to survive.
Go down.
They were the last batch of people to whom Feng Yu distributed wedding invitations. After learning that all the countless sects of the Immortals, Buddhas and Demons had received the wedding invitations, they were in panic all day long, and their alert state was turned to the maximum. It is no exaggeration to say that when
When they received the wedding invitation from Feng Yu, they almost cried and laughed. At least Feng Yu didn't give up their thoughts for a while.
"Brother Daohui, you came quite early today."
"Hey, is Brother Yiyun here too?"
Shui Wuhen's face was full of spring breeze, he was full of energy, and the proud look on his brows was beyond words, as if he was the protagonist of today's wedding.
But the situation is stronger than the people. Although Dao Hui and Yiyun are better than Shui Wuhen in terms of cultivation, they have to accompany Smile. Who let an ancient and shining evildoer appear in their family? What if
If it were them, they might have been so proud.
The three of them chatted for a while, and they didn't seem to be enemies who had fought to the death. This was a way to play politics. This is also applicable in the world of cultivation. After all, in this world, you can suppress all the evildoers in the world by yourself, just a few people.
, only they who stand proudly at the top are qualified to defy the secular rules.
Shui Wuhen took the gift lists from the two of them with a smile. Although he said, "It's enough for people to come, sending gifts would be too awkward," but his eyes had already scanned the gift list from beginning to end.
The smile on his lips was so thick that it almost burst.
There are all kinds of Taoist artifacts, including low-grade, high-grade, and high-grade ones. There are so many of them that if you tell them, you will probably scare a lot of people to death. Shui Wuhen knows that these two sects have spent a lot of money. There are nearly a hundred Taoist artifacts. If they are exchanged for gold,
Bricks can probably fill up the Wangchen Mountains, and the water will leave no trace on that day.
He would be crazy enough to exchange Taoist tools for money. No matter when, even on the black market, Taoist tools are priceless and rare treasures. Just imagine, these Taoist tools are armed on the disciples of Wangchen Sect. Wangchen Sect
The overall combat effectiveness is estimated to have reached a higher level.
The visitor is a guest, not to mention that the other party also sent a heavy gift. Don’t forget, although the gift list is undoubtedly the most attractive, the other gifts are also priceless. Just pick one at random and it will be enough.
One hundred thousand people can be fed and clothed for a lifetime.
In order to celebrate Feng Yu's wedding, Shui Wuhen made an exception and opened the Wangyou Temple as a grand auditorium for entertaining guests and holding weddings. He didn't believe that anyone would dare to come to the Wangchen Sect to act wild. This could also be an opportunity.
Why not show the strength of Wangchen Sect to the world.
They sent someone to send Dao Hui away, Yiyun, and Shui Wuhen before they had time to stretch themselves, another heavyweight appeared, and they came hand in hand.
The Jian Chi and Zhai Xing from Zhenhun Pavilion, the one who came from the Sanxiu secret realm was Ma Sou, the master of Broken Heart Realm, a mysterious iron-faced man and a very familiar woman in yellow shirt. The remaining three were also old acquaintances of Feng Yu, Ji
Ji Xinlan, the head of the family, and the blind brother and the blind brother.
"The condescension of these people to come here really makes me forget all my worries."
Shui Wuhen's expression at this moment has changed drastically from when he was dealing with Dao Hui and Yiyun. His smile was sincere and his laughter was hearty. If Dao Hui and Yiyun, who had given such gifts, arrived, tears would probably flow into his stomach.
"Brother Feng Yu invited me, how dare I not come?" Jian Chi said with a big smile.
"This old guy is right for once. I, Ma Sou, have never admired many people in my life, but the one I admire the most is little brother Feng Yu. He is domineering, heroic, and very appealing to me."
"Hehe? I still like you. Don't disgust me."
This pair of living treasures will definitely have to fight each other if they can't say more than three words. Ji Xinlan is too lazy to talk to these two old guys now. The blind brother and the blind brother are even more surprised. The mysterious man in the iron mask never said a word from the beginning to the end.
On the other hand, Zhai Xing and the woman in yellow had a look of helplessness and embarrassment on their faces. It was neither a matter of trying to stop the fight, nor a matter of not trying to stop it.
"Two, two, listen to me, today is a big day. If you make a fuss, it will make the world laugh. Why don't you go in and drink two more glasses of wine? For today's wedding banquet, we have forgotten the fine wine that the Chen Sect has stored for thousands of years.
They’ve all been moved out.”
Others can leave it alone, but Shui Wuhen, as the host, cannot turn a blind eye. After all, there are many guests to be welcomed next. If the mountain gate is in chaos, today's wedding will become a laughing stock in the world.
"Fine wine." Jian Chi and Ma Sou said in unison, their eyes gleaming.
"Wine, very good." The man in the iron mask who had remained silent suddenly interrupted, causing Shui Wuhen, who thought he was mute, to feel dizzy.
"Senior Ma Sou, who is this?"
Jian Chi, Ma Sou and the others, Shui Wuhen had met them once or twice, but this was the first time that the Iron Masked Man appeared. The attitude of Jian Chi and the others showed that this Iron Masked Man must have a lot of background.
"Oh, I was so busy quarreling that I forgot to introduce you. This is the true master of the secret realm of casual cultivators. If you forget about it, you will regret it endlessly."
Shui Wuhen's head was covered with black lines. It turned out that this old guy also knew that he liked to fight with Jian Chi, but Hui Wuya's identity surprised him even more.
The Secret Realm of Rogue Cultivators is a mysterious organization that gathers casual cultivators from all over the world, regardless of lineage or inheritance. Regardless of cultivation, Buddhism, or demon cultivation, as long as they are casual cultivators or disciples expelled from major sects, they can join.
The secret realm of casual cultivation emphasizes respecting the strong. Status and background are completely irrelevant there. The sword in hand is the king.
The man in the iron mask actually sits at the top of this huge organization. He can't be described by the word "extreme cultivation". Strategy, scheming, means and strength are all indispensable. No wonder the title is "the master of forgetful situations". If you don't forget your feelings,
, how to be ruthless, and how to control the chaotic secret realm of casual cultivation.
"Hello, Master of Wuya Realm."
Shui Wuhen stretched out his hand, and Hui Wuya hesitated for a moment before taking it. With just a moment of contact, Shui Wuhen could feel the thick calluses and messy scars on Hui Wuya's palm. It was completely possible for him to cultivate to their level.
Using the vitality of heaven and earth to transform his body, it can be seen that Hui Wuya has been immersed in bloodthirsty and desperate battles. It is strange that such a ruthless person cannot achieve great things.
"Master Shui, is it convenient for Brother Feng Yu now? He broke his promise and didn't come to my succession ceremony last time. I have to settle this account with him."
Zhai Xing really didn't fall into Bai Ze's name. He immediately noticed that the aura between Shui Wuhen and Hui Wuya was a bit strange, so he deliberately changed the topic.
"If Master Bai Ze didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten that Feng Yu told me that he had important matters to discuss with you and Senior Jian Chi."
"What if we discuss it?"
Zhai Xing was confused by Feng Yu's words. Now that Feng Yu was in the sky, what could be difficult for him, let alone retreating ten thousand steps. It was really a big deal, and it seemed that there was not much use in discussing it with them.
"Jian Chi, isn't he overpowering the bells on your soul-suppressing pavilion?"
Ma Sou originally wanted to make a joke, but found that not only did no one agree with him, but the atmosphere even became a bit weird.
Ma Sou's words reminded Zhai Xing and Jian Chi. Feng Yu mentioned the bell peeled off from the holy artifact more than once. From Feng Yu's perspective, apart from this thing, the two of them really couldn't think of anything else.
Something is enough to make Feng Yu tempted.
"That's all, if little brother Feng Yu really needs it, just give it to him. We can't drive the magic bell anyway, so exchanging it for a huge favor may not be a loss-making deal."
Everyone could tell that Jian Chi was telling the truth. Even though the magic bell was just a fragment of a holy artifact, it was tainted with the word "holy" and its value was outrageous. Even if it was idle, no one would be willing to exchange it.
go out.
"Grandpa Zu, Brother Feng Yu's character is obvious to all. I believe he would never disdain such despicable things as taking advantage of others. Let's go see him first and then discuss it."
At this time, Zhai Xing was more calm than Jian Chi. He had confidence in his own vision. Furthermore, if Feng Yu really wanted to rob him, could the Zhenhun Pavilion be able to stop him?
"Senior Jian Chi, you are worrying too much. Feng Yu's magic weapons are endless, and he will definitely not covet the treasures of your soul-suppressing pavilion."
There was a hint of anger in Shui Wuhen's tone. Although there was no trace of it, how could anyone here who was not a human spirit not feel this slight change.
In the eyes of the disciples of the Wangchen Sect, Feng Yu is an immortal monument, a god who can turn things around