Chapter 68: The Wedding

The woman in purple is from a small Xiuxian family, the Zhou family. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her aunt, named Zhou Qiaoyan, is forty-eight years old, has not been married yet, has been refining qi at the tenth level, and stayed in the Zhou family.

The Zhou family was not far from the Hehuan Sect, and it took three days and three nights for Lu Lan to take the map and hurry up with the sword.

After a rest, she knocked on the door to visit.

The gatekeeper of the Zhou family was an old man on the first floor of Qi refining, and he sensed the existence of the cultivation of Lu Lan, so he saluted without humility or arrogance: "This is my Zhou family's mansion, I don't know why the cyclamen came here?"

"Find someone. ”

"Who are you looking for?

"Zhou Qiaoyan. Lu Lan paused and smiled politely, "There has never been a post, I hope you can report it." ”

"It's a coincidence. The old man shook his head.

Lu Lan suddenly sighed in her heart: "What's wrong?"

"Yesterday was the marriage of Zhou Ying, the daughter of my Zhou family, and Mrs. Zhou also went to get married. ”

No wonder when she came, she faintly noticed that the gongs and drums on the street were noisy and lively, and it turned out to be the daughter of the Zhou family.

Damn, it's a pity that she didn't pay attention to it because she wanted to recover her aura, and she missed it at this time.

"I don't know where Miss Ling is marrying?" said Yu Lan secretly praying that she could catch up.

After all, the Xiuzhen family is married, as long as it is not in the same city, there is always a process on the way, and it is not something that can be reached on the same day.

"The whole city knows that the eldest lady of my family is going to marry Xiao Ge, the genius of the Xiao family in Hongcheng!" the old man touched his beard and smiled proudly, "Cyclamen is going to have a cup of wine?"

The corners of Lu Lan's mouth twitched: "If you can rub a glass of happy wine, it's not bad." ”

Lu Lan asked for the address, and hurried towards the Xiao family in Nahong City.

I don't know if it's a different route, and I didn't meet the wedding team along the way, although I was helpless, I had to bury my head and rush there.

When he arrived in Hongcheng, he saw the lights on the street, extravagant and noisy, and Lu Lan didn't make much effort to find the place where the Xiao family was.

Guests come and go, endlessly.

The gatekeeper was originally going to receive an invitation before letting people in, but Lu Lan's eyes rolled, and after releasing the coercion of cultivation, he was immediately invited in respectfully.

However, seeing the next one, he moved to the gift tray in front of him, and Lu Lan twitched the corner of his mouth, took out ten spirit stones, and put them on them as gifts.

"Dare to ask the name of the cyclamen?" The middle-aged steward who was carrying the tray immediately put the ten spirit stones into the storage bag above, picked up the pen and booklet, and seemed to be registering.

She hesitated, but still reported her name.

The man put down his pen like the wind, and shouted in a long voice: "Cyclamen Drag, ten spirit stones-"

At this moment, a beautiful maid came forward to greet her: "Cyclamen, please come with me and sit here." ”

Glancing out of the corner of her eyes, she found that there were several rows of people standing under the wall, such a maid with red lips and white teeth and a delicate appearance, thinking that she wanted to treat every guest thoughtfully, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this Xiao family's marriage is really magnificent!

Then I thought of the wedding in the fantasy world, and I couldn't help but shake my head, it was a cloud and mud difference.

The steward shouted a few more words, and Lu Lan faintly heard a word.

"Bai Qingyi, twenty spirit stones-"

She subconsciously turned around, but she only saw a crowd of people, and she hadn't seen Bai Qingyi, where could she recognize anything.

Then the maid sat down in a seat, and the maid respectfully offered the tea, and said softly, "What else do you need, just ask." ”

She shook her head, and the maid stood quietly beside her.

Trolling Lan lightly sipped the tea, observed left and right, and found that this place is located in the middle of the stream, close to the central hall, the specifications are more high-end, the scenery is chic and beautiful, and the seats are spacious and comfortable.

The important thing is that everyone is a monk.

For example, at the table where Lu Lan is located, there are currently six people seated, all of whom are cultivators in the late stage of qi refining, and behind each person, there is a maid.

As for the other seats, some of the tables are full of people but only two maids, and I think it is also based on cultivation to divide the waiting specifications.

"I wonder if the bride is here?" said a man who looked out twice and stirred up the conversation.

"Who knows! ”

Hearing this, Lu Lan was a little relieved in her heart, and finally caught up, it seems that her speed is still not slow.

It's just that I don't know what Zhou Qiaoyan looks like and where she will sit.

Lu Lan faintly felt that something was wrong, turned her head, and met a pair of hot eyes staring at her.

In an instant, the evil aura in her eyes flashed, and the killing intent flashed.

The middle-aged man with a mustache couldn't help but shrink his gaze, he coughed in disguise, and turned his head away.

Of course, he was not the only one staring at Lu Lan around, the others were either peeking or covering up, and only he was too explicit.

Lu Lan frowned, just ignored it, and was secretly annoyed in her heart, she should still be easy to face.

"Add tea!" The middle-aged man seemed to have a dry mouth.

"Yes. When the maid behind him heard this, she obediently picked up the tea set and added tea.

The middle-aged man only felt that the little hands were as white as jade, pink and delicate, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch them.

The maid's hand trembled, but she didn't resist, but rubbed obediently.

The middle-aged man seemed to be encouraged, smiled, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the maid fell into his arms.

"Cyclamen-sama ......" The maid's little face was crimson, and she hammered the man's chest with disgust, obviously wanting to refuse and welcome.

The middle-aged man with the eight-character beard had a lustful look in his eyes, and his smile was extraordinarily obscene: "Don't worry, you are happy to serve the uncle, and your reward is indispensable!"

As he spoke, his big hand slipped into the maid's clothes, covered the delicate part and kneaded it fiercely, while sighing excitedly.

"Uh...... The cyclamen ......" The maid couldn't help but let out a coquettish pant, and her eyes were like silk.

"Beauty...... ...... obediently" The middle-aged man became more and more excited, and the stroke became more eager.

But after all, in front of the public, he didn't dare to make too many moves, but he didn't collect much.

Someone looked at him with disgust.

But there are also male cultivators, because this person has opened his head, and his eyes are not right for the maid behind him, and there are two or three bold ones, who also pull the maid into his arms.

Naturally, the steward saw such a scene, but when he saw that there was no movement, he turned a blind eye and paid no attention to it.

These maids have long been trained, and they were originally used to "serve" the monks well.

The people at the same table were somewhat embarrassed when they heard the deliberately suppressed gasps and moans. They were so close that it was a bit difficult to pretend they didn't know at all.

Especially the maid who was half-dressed, and the spring light leaked out, which attracted the man to peek more than once, and he couldn't be calm.

However, Lu Lan has been expressionless, like an old monk.

After a while, joy was heard again, and someone shouted.

"The bride has arrived!"

Looking from afar, she saw a man in a red robe of great joy on the passage that had long been isolated with lilies, leading a woman in a gorgeous wedding dress, and walked over.