For this engagement ceremony, Huaweizong renovated the palace hall, with red silk flying everywhere, and joyful.

The clouds and brocade are covered with the passing water bridge. The five-colored carp under the bridge are extremely plump and jump out of the sea of ​​clouds facing the morning glow.

There are hundreds of short tables on both sides of Qiankun Hall, and there is still an open space in the middle.

Xuyun sat in a high position, and was arrogant without anger. He looked at all directions and was satisfied.

Until Midyeong and Song Qianji appeared at the same time, Xuyun and the elders of Huawei Sect had a slight slap in their hearts at the same time.

The Taoist boy who led the way was in trouble and did not know where to lead, so he subconsciously looked at the deacon's face.

The deacon was not sure, and hurriedly looked at the expression of the head of Xuyun.

Xuyun thought, Mid-ye, Shu was in seclusion in Qingya this year, and Song Qianji had been in Qianqu. The two had no time to have a personal relationship. Could it be that the meaning of the Saint of Calligraphy behind this?

He remained silent. Since he wanted Song Qianji to let go of his guard, he had to endure it for a while.

After a moment of stuttering, Midnight was very busy and he had already crossed the threshold.

The Taoist boy hurriedly led him to the seat arranged by the matter. Midnight, Shu had just sat down, but Song Qianji followed him and sat naturally next to him.

Qingya and Qianqu stood behind the two of them.

The deacon stepped forward and said, "Song Xianguan, this table was originally left for the owner of Ziyun Temple, and the immortal officials sat behind..."

Li Ying smiled and said, "My senior brother is not here. Son Xianguan, please sit next to you."

After saying that, I have already taken my seat.

Feng Ziyi and the female cultivator behind her said goodbye to Song Qianji before returning to their respective sects to sit down.

People who have heard of Song Qianji's name, studied his copybooks and chess scores are everywhere in the world of cultivation, but not many people have seen him with their own eyes.

At least, many representatives of various sects and families in the hall met Song Qianji for the first time.

Compared with the serious and calm Midnight, Song Qianji smiled like the spring breeze, as handsome as the rumor.

He was wearing exquisitely crafted, low-key and gorgeous dresses, and behind him were Meng Heze, Ji Chen and his disciples.

It is coming in a fierce manner, not like the local immortal official, but like the head of a sect and the overlord of a party.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but secretly discuss:

"That person is Song Qianji? He not only dares to come, but also dares to bring the former outer disciples of Huawei Sect. Isn't this a blow to the host's face?"

"He is still sitting under Xuyun's nose, Xuyun can really tolerate it."

"Song Qianji had long been determined to become a king, so he naturally did not want to sit with other immortal officials, and insisted on showing off and sitting in a conspicuous position."

"Hey, the fairies from the Xianyin Sect are here!"

Suddenly a gust of fragrant wind blew into the Qiankun Palace, and the fragrance of flowers hit people.

The steps were shaking randomly, the rings were jingling, and the skirt was like a rolling wave. It was true that the fairy voice gate with beautiful women arrived.

Miaoyan was preparing to play the piano later in the side hall, and the other female cultivators were led by He Qingqing to the banquet.

At the first glance, she was about to go forward to greet him. But she saw that the man was Midye Shu on the left and Li Ying on the right. She thought about it and walked towards the position opposite Song Qian.

Although half a hall is a little far apart, you can see it at all times.

"How to arrange it later?" The guide road asked the deacon.

The deacon had a headache: "Anyway, I'm in a mess, just do whatever I want."

Song Qianji saw He Qingqing and nodded slightly.

The latter smiled and was as bright as a knife.

The students of Qingya were dazzled and confused for a while, and they sent messages to each other:

"Is Fairy He smiling at us? She smiled so well."

"Of course, after all, it was the person who saved us from Qingya, who came out of the Qingya."

They smiled with honor, but He Qingqing stopped smiling.

She doesn't always keep a faint smile like Miaoyan, and her daily face is like the cold moon, so her smile is even more precious.

When others looked at her, they felt that her beauty was aggressive, which made people feel chilled all over, but they couldn't help but not look at her.

It is very hard to face midnight for a long time.

The students of Qingya were disciplined by him. He was a idol statue that made people worship, and they were definitely not friends who could get close to and laugh.

The personal disciples of other sects, the pride of heaven, interacted with him, even if they had the same cultivation level as him, would feel pressure.

But Song Qianji seemed to have lost his perception of temperature and kept smiling at Midnight with blatant smiles, and even took out a jade box from the storage bag:

"I brought some specialties to give them to you as a souvenir."

Midnight, no one answered: "What?"

Song Qianji said seriously: "I planted the wheat myself and it grows very well."

Mid-ye, he looked at him without saying anything, as if he was speechless. Whose monk would give wheat?

Song Qian spread his long arm and stuffed him the jade box.

Qingzhai, Zi Mo wanted to stop him, but when he saw that Miya Ye had already held a corner of the box, the two of them could only withdraw their hands.

Ji Chen poked Meng Heze: "Do you think it's a little cold?"

"Impossible." Meng Heze's expressionless face: "The Qiankun Palace has a constant temperature formation that is not invaded by the cold and heat."

Ji Chen whispered, "I don't mean that." He raised his eyebrows and blinked, looked at Xianyin Sect and Qingya again, "It's cold on the opposite side, and it's also cold on the next side."

Meng Hezela changed his position, making Ji Chen's lying eleventh even further: "Is it better now?"

Ji Chen: "…"

"Cousin!" Ji Chen suddenly heard a very familiar voice, and shivered and shivered.

"It's still cold?" Meng Heze turned around and asked Lin Feiyuan, "Did you bring a cloak?"

Lin Feiyuan was furious: "Do you think I am a tailor or your mother?"

"It's not cold or cold!" Ji Chen quickly stopped the two of them and said coldly to the young man who was walking towards him: "Is there anything wrong?"

The boy looked similar to Ji Chen, and his clothes were exactly the same.

Although Meng Heze did not recognize him, he could probably guess the other party's identity. He blocked Ji Chen's sword.

"Why didn't Xiaoxing come? After the news conference, you ran to Qianqu County, which is unfamiliar with no words, and your family was very worried."

Ji Guang's voice was raised and attracted attention.

Anyone who hears this will feel that he really cares about Ji Chen, but Ji Chen is unmoved and indifferent.

Another middle-aged man came over and smiled kindly: "Xiaochen, when the ceremony is over, let's go back to Baifeng County. Being with the tribe is better than following an outsider who doesn't know the details."

When he talked about outsiders, he deliberately took a look at Song Qianji.

The Ji family gathered, and the men, women, young and old spoke sincerely. Ji Chen's uncle's concubines even sobbed in a low voice, complaining that Ji Chen was unfilial:

"It's okay if you don't go home or let Xiaoxing come back. She has been spoiled since she was a child. How could she get used to the wind and sand of Qianqu?"

Meng Heze was not afraid of fighting head-on. He heard a group of women crying but was extremely overwhelmed and could only take back the hilt of the sword.

I thought to myself that Ji Xing had been fed by Wei Ping, so I didn’t look like I couldn’t stand it.

"Cousin, even if there was a misunderstanding, it would be fine for family members to have a meal. After playing outside for so long, he should go home." Ji Guang persuaded, with a smug smile flashing in his eyes.

The greetings of the guests around him became quiet, and soon the noise gradually began to talk about this:

"Since the fall of Immortal Master Ji, the Ji family is supported by the side branches. It would be too ruthless to leave Ji Chen like this."

"Who knows whether he was bewitched by others, and his own tribe members would not recognize him."

They deliberately did not send messages, not to make things difficult for Ji Chen, but to see how Song Qianji responded.

It is common saying that it is difficult for honest officials to make up for family affairs. Once interests are related to blood, many right and wrong can always be revealed.

If Song Qianji does not stop him, the famous immortal official cannot protect the people around him and will be ridiculed.

If he stops it, he will be suspicious and stigmatized to instigate money.

The elders of Huawei Sect watched coldly, gloating.

Ji Chen's face turned completely cold.

I thought you were just bullying me at a young age, thinking I was easy to fool, and I was worried about my face in public and did not dare to do anything.

I'm not as good as you wish.

Before coming to the banquet, he was ready to face everything.

"Uncle, cousin, I left home because..."

"Cough!" Song Qianji suddenly interrupted.

When Ji Chen saw Song Qianji shook his head, he had to bear to say anything.

Song Qianji said: "Everyone is here to pick him up?"
To be continued...