Chapter 18 Chapter 18 War Letter
Feng Sanchu was amazed when the "thin banquet" mentioned by Hong Qisheng was presented.
After all, he saved his fortune in Jicheng, and is much richer than the poor disciples of the Lingzhen sect. The vegetables, fruits, and delicacies of meat were all stained with spiritual energy. After everyone ate them, they felt that their cultivation level had improved slightly.
Feng Sanchu knew that he had been influenced by Meng Han, so he smiled and said: "The food is fresh, sweet and delicious. It shows that fellow Taoist Hong has prepared it carefully. What does senior brother think?"
Meng Han drank it. After a sip of strong wine, I felt comfortable, so I followed his words: "He is a thoughtful person."
"It is the host's duty to make the guests feel comfortable." Hong Qisheng stood up, served the wine and said: "Hong, thank you all for coming to help me choose my daughter's son-in-law. I am very grateful!"
Zhao Chun and Liao Xiaoyi did not drink alcohol, so they drank tea instead and drank it all in one gulp.
Hong Qian also arrived, sitting next to her mother, pretending to be taciturn, but still glancing towards Zhao Shun.
"I have heard of the reputation of Lingzhen Sect for a long time, but Hong is of low status and has never been able to enter the deep valley to have a look. It is really a pity." Hong Qisheng sat back and couldn't help but sigh, "I have been in Taoism for twenty years. My daughter has also reached the age of marriage, and it seems like yesterday that she received a gift from an immortal.”
There was another exchange of pleasantries at the banquet.
After a while, he raised his hand to indicate that a servant came forward to deliver mahogany lacquer boxes to Zhao Chun and others. Feng Sanchu and Meng Han looked as usual and put the lacquer box under their seats calmly. The Liao brothers and sisters could not hide their joy and followed suit.
This was the first time to accept a generous gift in public. Zhao Chun weighed it twice and placed it beside him.
"I hope you will accept my kindness."
This is indeed a big kindness. Zhao Chuan estimated that the stones in the box would cost several hundred, so the trip was worth it. But it stands to reason that when you receive money from people, you have to do things for others, but if the sky falls, there will be a tall person holding it up. Menghan Feng Sanchu is in front, and Hong Qisheng can't ask for anything from her, but he can't get it from her, a second-level disciple of Qi Lian. .
Seeing that everyone had accepted the gifts, even Meng Han also took the lacquer box, Hong Qisheng's heart fell back into his stomach, and he said: "To welcome you all today, I have specially prepared something -"
The roar suddenly exploded in the room, and thick smoke floated up. Meng Han heard a cry: "Grudge!"
The smoke disappeared immediately, leaving only a mess on the mat.
The few who have cultivated themselves are all sitting upright, covering their faces with their sleeves. As for the mortals, they had already jumped on their backs and fled in all directions in shock. During the stampede, the table was staggered and soup was all over the floor.
"What are you making!" Hong Qisheng was furious, "Why don't you all get out of here!"
The servants dispersed in a hurry, and Mrs. Hong also returned to the inner room with her frightened daughter in her arms. There were only six people present in the hall.
"Hong will give you an explanation for what happened today!"
Feng Sanchu's eyes moved, he jumped up from his seat, walked quickly to the center of the banquet, picked up something, and said solemnly: "Fellow Daoist Hong, you Look!”
He stepped forward and spread his hands. Half a small copper ball in his palm was faintly emitting gray smoke, giving off a peculiar smell of burning.
Hong Qisheng was suspicious and asked: "This... what is this?" "The flame projectile of Changhui Gate." Meng Han stood up from his seat, frowning, "Use the fire talisman. The method is to carve runes on copper projectiles, which are five times more powerful than the talisman.”
"It's just this one..." He picked up half a small ball from Feng Sanchu's hand and sneered: "What did I think it was? It turned out to be an imitation. It's strange that the power is so small."
"It's not long. Huimen is far away from here. Most of the disciples in the sect focus on the runes and rarely cause trouble to others. "Meng Han asked, "Who have you offended recently?"
Hong Qi. Sheng smiled bitterly and said: "Because of the teachings taught by the immortals, there are countless people in the city staring at the juniors. I really don't know which one it is..."
Meng Han made a "tsk" sound and held the small ball in his hand. Crushing it into pieces, he said coldly: "The gauntlet has been handed down to you, but you still don't know anything."
"Senior taught me a lesson!" Hong Qisheng only dared to nod.
"I only dare to use such a thing to test, but I'm just a rat who hides his head and shows his tail."
Feng Sanchu advised: "Fellow Daoist Hong, don't worry. With senior brother here, those little ones will not dare to cause trouble. I'll wait for you. All it takes is for the soldiers to cover up the water and the earth!"
"That's right! That's right!" Hong Qisheng raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but there was still a haze in his heart. It's not that easy. Can be waved away.
After this incident, everyone lost the desire to continue and returned to the room with low interest.
Zhao Shun originally hoped that this trip would pass without any trouble, but now it seems that it may not be possible. Naturally, Meng Han was not afraid at all. Among the five, only Zhao Chun had the lowest cultivation level. What he was afraid of was that the fire at the city gate would affect the fish in the pond. Don't let her suffer as a kid in a fight between gods and immortals.
The desire to improve his strength became stronger. Zhao Chun said in his heart that he couldn't rush it, but he still felt a little anxious.
Simply open the lacquer box and take inventory, and calm down for the sake of the windfall.
A box full of emerald green pebbles is indeed refreshing to look at. Who in the world doesn’t love money? Zhao Chun put her fingers into the box and fiddled with them. The stones were cool and smooth, rolling on her skin. She picked them carefully, and there were three hundred of them!
This does not include the reward of the bounty itself. If you do include it, it would be 450 gemstones and a copy of "The Secret of Tiger Power"!
He is also taking advantage of others. If Zhao Shun really relies on his own ability, he may not even get a fraction.
"There is no need to feel a sense of disparity because of this. I have only been practicing for less than a year. When my cultivation level improves, I will repay the favor!" Zhao Xun warned himself that the foundation for a monk to keep moving forward is a tenacious and sober Taoist heart.
After several days, no change was seen. Instead of being light, the atmosphere in the Hong family courtyard became heavy.
Hong Qisheng had the intuition that this man came here for Taoism, and he was terrified every day, fearing that something might happen to his wife and daughter.
The day of recruiting a son-in-law came in silence.
Everyone was ready, Hong Qisheng arranged for his wife and daughter, and went out with Lingzhen and five others to welcome the guests.
In order to make the content more logical, the stone has been changed from "half a fist size" to "thumb size" in the previous article. The previous article has also been modified!
(End of this chapter)