Mu Zisu waited for a while, only to see Shen Hanfeng and Zhuo Junchen walk out of the room one after the other, Senior Uncle Shen was naturally as cold as ever, but Zhuo Junchen had a somewhat complicated look on his face. Mu Zisu walked beside Zhuo Junchen, and after poking him, he glanced at Shen Hanfeng.

Zhuo Junchen was a little helpless, shook his head with Mu Zisu, and immersed himself in his thoughts. couldn't figure out the two masters and apprentices, so Mu Zisu had to give up.

The main banquet of Shen Hansong's seventieth birthday banquet is tomorrow, and the flowing water banquet has been set up since tonight. Most of the monks like to be quiet, and after arriving one after another, most of them hide in their own rooms to cultivate, and when Shen Hanfeng and the three of them went to the hall to take a seat, there were not too many people in the banquet. The three of them are low-key, except for Shen Hanfeng's outstanding temperament, which occasionally attracts people's attention, and everyone else is surrounded in twos and threes, each forming a circle.

The three of them chose a seat in the corner, Zhuo Junchen sat in the middle, and Mu Zisu had always been in awe of Shen Hanfeng and sat on Zhuo Junchen's right hand. Although the highlight is tomorrow, the dishes of the Shen family today are already good, and the lobby is the place where the Shen family entertains distinguished guests.

Mu Zisu took a sip of winter melon pigeon soup, and said to the master and apprentice beside him: "Seeing that Uncle Shen is not good, did something happen to you when you were cultivating?" If the aura is not good, it is also beneficial to drink some of this soup. "The first time this kind of exercise healed, it was a matter of course that some things did not go well, Mu Zisu naturally knew that this spiritual food was of limited use to Shen Hanfeng, and the original intention was just to dredge up the slightly silent atmosphere.

Shen Hanfeng nodded, picked up the soup cup in front of him, took a sip, and saw Mu Zisu staring at him, so he said, "It's okay." ”

Mu Zisu laughed twice, but he slandered in his heart, Uncle Shen has a stuffy temperament, and he doesn't know how Junchen got along.

Just thinking like this, Mu Zisu reached out to grab the steamed sea bass on the table, but the most delicious piece of meat on the sea bass was cut off by Shen Hanfeng. Uncle Shen didn't have the slightest consciousness of robbing his nephew of something, and put the fish and meat into Zhuo Junchen's bowl.

Zhuo Junchen smiled: "Thank you, Master." Mu Zisu blew upwards on a strand of forehead hair that had been blown down, and exhaled a bad breath.

Shen Hanfeng glanced at the depressed Mu Zisu and said, "Early tomorrow morning, I will take Ah Chen away first, and you stay here to watch the ceremony, and they will be able to pick you up in a few days." ”

Mu Zisu was stunned for a moment, and asked pitifully: "Uncle Shi, you can't bear to leave me here, a powerless teenager?" ”

Shen Hanfeng bowed his head indifferently, Mu Zisu stiffened his neck to look at Zhuo Junchen, Zhuo Junchen naturally obeyed the orders of his master, and patted Mu Zisu's shoulder as if comforting. Mu Zisu grinded his teeth, no wonder the master and apprentice couldn't bear to face him, and they had already agreed to leave themselves behind!

Mu Zisu turned his grief and anger into appetite and ate with his head bored, but Zhuo Junchen just shook his head amusedly. He glanced back at Shizun, Shen Hanfeng's bowl was empty, but he took the wine jug next to him, and there was a bowl of pale red elixir in the wine glass.

"Master can drink?" Zhuo Junchen was puzzled, he had never seen Shizun drink in Frost Heaven Peak, and he had never heard Du Heng mention it.

Shen Hanfeng paused as he picked up the wine glass, and said as if unintentionally: "It's just occasionally, and I'm not enthusiastic." "In fact, it is extremely rare, the monk's body is strong, naturally there will be no drinking injuries, and the sword hand trembles, but Shen Hanfeng is extremely self-disciplined. The last time he drank, he was young and ignorant, and he was half-coaxed and half-deceived by Du Heng to drink. Seeing this wine jug today, but for some reason, Shen Hanfeng couldn't help but have the idea of getting drunk to relieve his worries.

The Netherworld Whip is the natal weapon of the Demon Venerable's micro-born underworld, and there are even rumors that this whip has been refined by the micro-rebirth of the underworld, and may have given birth to spiritual wisdom and advanced to the immortal weapon. Today's spiritual consciousness is menacing, and it is obvious where it comes from. In such a connection, even the origin of the demonic energy on the apprentice's body has been explained.

No wonder Du Heng couldn't crack the mystery in the demonic qi, his cultivation before his death was already in the middle of Mahayana, if he hadn't lost more than ten great powers of the righteous path, how could he be suppressed.

Shen Hanfeng's hand holding the cup tightened, and with a sound of broken jade, the white jade wine glass in his hand shattered into several pieces.

Zhuo Junchen was startled, and reached out to see Shizun's hand, but was lightly dodged by Shen Hanfeng.

"Nothing." Shen Hanfeng frowned, his heart troubled. Zhuo Junchen was worried, and he didn't know where Shizun's anger came from.

There was a commotion at the door, Zhuo Junchen looked up, and saw Shen Hansong and a blue-robed Taoist coming in, surrounded by a group of juniors. At the same time that Zhuo Junchen raised his head, Shen Hansong seemed to feel something with that person, and also looked at them.

The Daoist's expression was a little surprised, and although the stiffness on Shen Hansong's face flashed, it did not escape Zhuo Junchen's eyes. Zhuo Junchen handed a piece of white silk to his master, and Shen Hanfeng was trying the remaining liquor on his hand, as if he hadn't noticed the gaze of the two.

Although he turned a blind eye, the two of them didn't intend to just reveal it, and the Taoist said something to Shen Hansong, and the two walked over.

"Shen Xianjun, I haven't seen you for a long time." The Taoist greeted Shen Hanfeng with a smile.

Shen Hanfeng just sat in place and didn't move: "Tianyu Dao Chief, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Seeing this, Tianyu was not annoyed at all, still smiling, and said to Shen Hansong beside him: "Master Shen, I and Shen Xianjun are old acquaintances, since we can see them today, I can't help but talk about the old days, so I won't accompany you." ”

Shen Hansong forced out a smile: "Where is it, since the Taoist chief and the fourth brother are old acquaintances, they should be at the same table." Tianyu nodded, and didn't care, so he sat down next to Shen Hanfeng, and several young disciples who looked like Taoists followed him, but they just stood.

Shen Hansong saw that there was no room for his own left, so he exchanged a few more words with Tianyu, made a brother, friend and brother with Shen Hanfeng, and after instructing Gu Yier and the like, he left with the rest of the people. Tianyu Daoist looked young, but he had a goatee on his face, and he looked extremely square, and after seeing Shen Hansong leave, he looked at Zhuo Junchen and Mu Zisu.

"Shen Daoyou, these two, but they are high-footed?" Tianyu stroked his beard.

Shen Hanfeng and Zhuo Junchen introduced: "This is the Tianyu True Monarch of Tianfangguan. "Jin Dan is called a real person, Yuan Ying is called Zhenjun, and a god is called an immortal Jun, this Tianyu Dao person is the same as Du Heng, he is a monk in the Yuan Infant Period.

Zhuo Junchen and Mu Zisu glanced at each other, and naturally got up to salute the juniors with Tianyu. Just looking at the little Taoist priests behind him standing like door gods one by one, the two of them couldn't sit back.

Shen Hanfeng said again: "This is my apprentice Zhuo Junchen, and this is Senior Brother Du's disciple Mu Zisu. ”

Tianyu said: "It turned out to be Du Zhenjun's disciple, and sure enough, Long Zhang Fengzi." Shen Hanfeng didn't speak, and Mu Zisu Cheng didn't dare to say a few words in fear.

Tianyu noticed the restraint of the two, turned his head and said to the disciples beside him: "You can also sit, Shen Xianjun is modest, you don't have to be formal." ”

Seeing the disciples of Tianfangguan sit down, Zhuo Junchen and Mu Zisu sat down. I thought that I could continue to eat now, but who knew that this day the Jade Dao people were extremely noisy, pulling Shen Hanfeng to talk non-stop, from the Shen family's birthday banquet to the next year's Immortal Sect Dabi. Although even Kuazhuo Junchen and the others are talented and will definitely stand out, Mu Zisu still feels sullen and can't be happy.

Tianyu Dao people are elders, and when he speaks, a few people can naturally only listen, and they can't feast. Only when he occasionally saw the hungry faces of those little disciples of Tianfangguan turned blue, did Mu Zisu's heart feel a little better, but they still ate something, which was pitiful like these little Taoist priests who had been following Tianyu.

This is an hour, and even Zhuo Junchen can't help but feel strange. Obviously, Master Venerable's reaction was extremely cold, and he only occasionally replied, how could the Jade Daoist's interest be so good this day. While thinking about it, he ate a piece of golden cake that his master gave him, and Mu Zisu sat beside him, looking at the piece of cake that was slowly eaten, as if he heard the sound of blood dripping from his heart.

A meal is not finished until it is lit up. Watching the little Taoist priests who hadn't even picked up their chopsticks leave with the happy Tianyu Daoist, Mu Zisu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eat quickly, it's colder, but don't go hungry." Zhuo Junchen gave Mu Zisu a lot of dishes very intimately. Mu Zisu, who was already so hungry that his chest was close to his back, didn't even bother to respond, so he plunged into the rice bowl. Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Shen Xianjun, the head of the family, please go to the study for a while." Zhuo Junchen heard an unfamiliar voice, and a young man of the Shen family who he had never seen before was standing beside Shen Hanfeng, trembling and asking for instructions. Shen Hanfeng didn't even look at him, so he got up.

After taking two steps, Shen Hanfeng turned back to Zhuo Junchen and said, "Ah Chen, you come with me." ”

Zhuo Junchen was a little surprised, but he followed Shen Hanfeng without the slightest delay.

"Master, doesn't it matter what you say to me?" Zhuo Junchen asked as he walked.

Shen Hanfeng shook his head and said, "It's okay. He laughed, his voice cold, "There's nothing unsightly to make you hear." Zhuo Junchen suspiciously heard the sound of the master gritting his teeth, but he always felt that the always indifferent master would not have such feelings.

Zhuo Junchen was finally left outside the study. Shen Hansong saw that his expression was extremely ugly, and mocked: "It's really a deep master-apprentice relationship, can't you let it go anywhere?" No wonder I heard Su Xue say that you are willing to spend your family fortune for him. ”

Shen Hanfeng just replied lightly: "What do you have to do with it?" ”