On June 12th, the cultivation ceremony of the two real people, the Golden Boy and Jade Girl of Feiyun Gate, was held at Feiyun Peak as scheduled. On this day, all the well-known monks of the Xuantian Sword Alliance came. Xie Xinger is a new foundation-building monk, and the title of the Jade Jur is a real person. If it weren't for the natural beauty, how could he dare to get such a title? Therefore, everyone wants to see the style and the atmosphere is even more lively.

From the gate of Feiyun Peak, the stone steps up the mountain are covered with a thousand-foot red carpet. The carpet is made of furs of wild animals such as tigers, leopards, bears, and wolfs. It is extremely precious and is also called the Beast Carpet. Tens of thousands of big red lanterns are lit on both sides of the road. They are not candles, but fireflies. It is a relatively rare beast. It is only the size of a human fist. At night, it will emit dazzling red light. The entire Feiyun Peak seems to be decorated in a new way, with the extreme festive and luxurious nature. The monks of all sects are envious.

Under the leadership of a foundation-building elder, hundreds of Feiyunmen disciples carried long swords and guarded the mountain gate with a solemn expression to prevent ill-gotten people from surging into Wuji Peak. On such a festive day, we must prevent any blood from happening.

In front of the mountain gate, there are disciples who are specially inspecting invitations and leading the way, and the arrangement is very detailed. Therefore, although the monks of various sects are constantly sequential, everything is in order and there is no chaos.

The platform at the top of Feiyun Peak is covered with a blanket of beasts, with hundreds of seats on it. Around the platform, there are stone tablets carrying steles and jade cranes flapping their wings. Every three or five steps, a disciple of Feiyun Sect was standing, all wearing white clothes, carrying long swords, and a solemn expression.

When Mo Wentian arrived at the top of the peak, it was already very lively. At first glance, there were at least hundreds of people coming, including the heads of the Qinghe County sects, the Tianxin Sect, the Xuantian Sword Sect, and some random cultivators who have no sect but have strong cultivation levels.

Along the bluestone steps leading to the main hall of the sect, there were hundreds of seats in line, each seat was filled with a female monk from Feiyun Sect at any time, and the disciples leading the way led the guests to the seat.

Although Mo Wentian was an invited guest, Wuji Sect was an affiliated sect of Feiyun Sect. In the eyes of others, he was just a level of cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining, so he naturally had no status. He was mixed with the head of the eighth level of Qi Refining and was arranged in the last seat.

As soon as Mo Wentian took his seat, he looked up and saw Xue Wuya and Li Wangqing chatting in the seat opposite, nodding and greeting. At this time, Yin Qianxi and Zi Yingdong came together under the leadership of a disciple of Feiyun Sect and sat next to Xue Wuya. As early as two months ago, Li Wangqing broke through the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, making Huaxian Sect the most powerful Qinghe County Qi Refining Sect after the Qixuan Sect, Qingyuan Pavilion, Qingling Sect, and Jiuye Valley. At this time, Li Wangqing was naturally qualified to sit in the same seat with Xue, Yin and Zi, but for some reason, Jia Sidao, the head of Qingyuan Pavilion, has not arrived yet.

Mo Wentian looked around and saw the center of the head above. There were three soft couches at the front and back levels, and there were layers of them lined up behind them. There were many accompanying seats. At a glance, there were already many people sitting down scattered. They were all elders of the foundation-building cultivation of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the Tianxin Sect, and the Feiyun Sect, but the heads of the three sects had obviously not arrived yet.

The following seats are some senior officials of the court and children of aristocratic families. Xiang Jinglun, the guard of Feiyun City, was among them. He was full of spirit and seemed to be free. The county magistrate of Qinghe County, Lu Guisheng, was carefully accompanied by him. As the immediate boss, he had the right to deal with him, so he did not dare to neglect at all.

Here came the monks from all walks of life who called friends to each other. Ren Pingzhi, Liang Shusheng, and Fei Zhenyu sat in the same seat. The three of them were chatting and laughing, and they seemed to have a happy conversation. Ren Pingzhi looked at himself and looked flamboyant. It seemed that he had forgotten all the heavy lessons from Wanling Valley a year ago.

At this time, a disciple of the sect sing Nuo said: "The leader of Tianxin Sect is here!"

As the shouting sounded, Lin Yuzhou strode in with a clear foundation-building monk. He glanced coldly and walked forward on his own, sitting in the empty seat on the right side of the upper seat. But the foundation-building monk didn't know who it was? His walking was steady and powerful, and the divine light was light and light, and he was as bright as a god. No matter who he looked at him, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. This person was obviously an extremely difficult character. He strode forward, right next to Lin Yuzhou, sitting in the seat behind him.

At this time, hundreds of handsome low-level female disciples came one after another, serving melons and fruits like butterflies. Delicious food and spiritual wine are all filled with traces of spiritual energy. Spiritual wine is brewed by Ling Valley, which is extremely precious. The guests chatted with each other while the dishes were served. For a moment, the hall was noisy, and it was like a bustling city.

Xue Wuya suddenly picked up the wine cup and poured himself into the seat opposite Mo Wentian, who had been drinking on his own: "Come on, Master Mo, I wish you a cup."

Mo Wentian laughed, picked up the wine cup and drank it all, turned the wine glass and said, "President Xue, I'm here to do it first!"

"Master Mo is so arrogant! Not bad!" Xue Wuya laughed loudly, and tilted his neck to drink the glass of Chinese wine.

Yin Qianxi laughed beside him and said sarcastically: "President Mo, this is a fine wine brewed from Linggu. You may not be able to enjoy it on weekdays, so you have to taste it carefully."

"President Yin doesn't have to worry!" Mo Wentian laughed and said, "The Linggu wine has been brewed a lot. This time, the two real people, Golden Boy and Jade Girl, were very happy. How could they come empty-handed? They specially brought dozens of jars of Linggu wine."

Mo Wentian did not lie. Half a year ago, the Sutra Pavilion refreshed the brewing formula of Linggu wine, and Gu Aoxue began to try to brew Linggu wine. In the cultivation market, the price of a jar of Linggu wine is four lower-grade spirit stones, while brewing a jar of Linggu wine requires 100 kilograms of Linggu wine, while 100 kilograms of Linggu wine is worth two lower-grade spirit stones.

In other words, the value of the Linggu wine brewed into Linggu wine is doubled directly. According to the output of the Level 2 spiritual fields, you can harvest 3,000 kilograms of Linggu wine in a month, and you can brew 30 jars of Linggu wine. After selling, you can get 120 spirit stones. However, it only takes 85 low-grade spirit stones to maintain the normal operation of the sect every month.

Part of the remaining spirit stones was taken out as salary. According to the standards set by Mo Wentian, the inner disciples had two lower-grade spirit stones per month, and the elders had three lower-grade spirit stones per month. Even so, fifteen lower-grade spirit stones were left, so they were stored in the storage pavilion and kept as sect stock for later use.

Yin Qianxi's expression was stunned. The wealth revealed by Wuji Sect surprised him. After a long time, he said: "Young Sect probably got a recipe for brewing Linggu wine. The price difference between Linggu and Linggu wine is twice. Since then, the spiritual stones that the leader Mo has earned will continue to rise."

He was amazing. He guessed the matter with just a few words. However, although the recipe for Linggu wine is rare, he could still buy it as long as he spends more spirit stones. Mo Wentian was not afraid of being known, so he nodded silently and smiled without saying a word.

Zi Yingdong's beautiful eyes were flowing. Seeing Mo Wentian's tough and handsomeness, he couldn't help but feel moved. He laughed sweetly: "Master Mo, I like drinking and having fun the most, but I have no spiritual wine. It's better for Master Mo to give me dozens of jars of it, so we both get close to each other."

Her voice was very charming, and it fell into Mo Wentian's ears. She felt that some soul was not punctual and could not help but look at it. She felt that Zi Yingdong's delicate and charming peach blossom face seemed to have infinite magic power. Her heart was blurred and she was about to nod and agreed.

But at this moment, a trace of obsession flashed across the sea of ​​consciousness, and he suddenly woke up, and his heart was extremely awe-inspiring. Zi Yingdong's high-level magic charm was extremely powerful, and he almost touched her.

Seeing that the magic was not sold, Zi Yingdong looked shocked. Her charming skills were profound, and she was almost forgotten about the great perfection of Qi Refining. In her eyes, Mo Wentian was just a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. How could she break her magic?

Mo Wentian suddenly became angry, but his expression was still the same. He suddenly looked like this and smiled indifferently: "Princess Zi, there is a fellow Taoist from Feiyun Sect behind you. He looks very kind. I wonder if you recognize this person?"

Zi Yingdong turned his head and stared. Between the stone turtle and jade crane, there was a disciple of Feiyun Sect carrying a long sword on his back, standing still with a solemn expression. Under the sensing of his eyes, the man suddenly turned his head, and his extremely handsome face came into his eyes. It was not Fang Ziqi.

Zi Yingdong's expression changed drastically. Fang Ziqi was a guest chat at Jiuye Valley, but more importantly, she was her guest who entered the curtain. She thought she was her confidant, but she did not expect that she had disappeared without a trace since the Million Demon Mountains, but she did not expect that she would join Feiyun Sect.

For a moment, Zi Yingdong felt distracting thoughts in his heart. He turned around and looked at the prescription period that had long disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!