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Yang Qingyan on the other side was watching there with a red invitation card in his hand at this time, this red invitation card was brought by Wu Zisheng to Yang Qingyan, and his identity was his friend.

Looking at the few gilded characters on the red invitation, Yang Qingyan smiled slightly, and drove Lan Lingzhou to fly straight towards Zifeng Ridge.

The blue light is yingying, because the distance between it and Zifeng Ridge is not far, so it is only half a day, Yang Qingyan came to Zifeng Ridge.

Landing on the ridge, he put Lan Lingzhou into the Sumeru ring, looking at the tall gatehouse in front of him, Yang Qingyan slowly walked inside.

The buildings are tall, and they are full of red paint spraying and gold decorations, which makes them feel luxurious.

And below this gatehouse stood eight young monks in red robes, whose cultivation was about the sixth level of qi refining, and they should be the ones guarding the door.

In addition to them, there were also monks dressed in various colors who went inside from time to time. It seems that it should be some small sect nearby.

This Wu family is really a giant in the area of Zifengling, seeing so many monks coming to celebrate the birthday of the ancestor of the Wu family, Yang Qingyan couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and walked to the bottom of the gatehouse, the eight young monks in red robes bowed their hands to Yang Qingyan and said, "This fellow Daoist, I don't know if there is an invitation?" ”

Yang Qingyan smiled slightly, then took out the invitation card given to her by Wu Zisheng and handed it to a young man on the far left.

When the young man saw the invitation, his face changed slightly, and then he said with a flattering face: "Daoyou turned out to be a distinguished guest of Young Master Zisheng, please come inside." ”

Seeing their performance, Yang Qingyan was not a little surprised. After all, he knew that Wu Zisheng's status in the Wu family was not ordinary, but this was not ordinary and was obtained through derivative pills, which really made Yang Qingyan sigh.

Crossing the tall gatehouse, which is full of palaces and pavilions, seeing this, Yang Qingyan couldn't help but secretly complain, this appearance is probably no different from the palace in the previous life.

In front of Yang Qingyan, there was a white jade avenue, and in addition to the Wu family disciples standing on both sides, there were groups of people who came to celebrate his birthday.

Yang Qingyan walked in with the big wave of people, and as he walked, he suddenly felt a vague gaze staring at him.

With the snake's keen intuition, Yang Qingyan quickly found the person staring at him, but when he saw the person, he couldn't help but look slightly stunned, only to see that staring at him was actually the stupid young man he had seen in the Hundred Treasure Pavilion before.

At this time, the young man was wearing a royal blue robe, which was woven with gold and silver threads to produce some complicated and gorgeous patterns, and the young man's face was still so elegant and handsome, and his black hair was tied up with a blue ribbon, which was much simpler than the jade crown when they first met.

Seeing him coming, Yang Qingyan turned his gaze to his side, and sure enough, the old man who had been following him was still by his side.

As soon as his beautiful eyes turned, he met the eyes of this young man, his eyes were black and white, as clean and innocent as glass crystals, but there was an inexplicable emotion and power circulating in them, I wanted to take a closer look, but the old man next to him suddenly turned his head to look. In order not to cause trouble, Yang Qingyan could only give up.

Just as the old man's gaze swept over, the young man returned to his stupid appearance.

Yang Qingyan, who was walking in front, sensed that there was no longer a line of sight behind him, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, secretly saying that this young man is not simple, but why is he so concerned about himself?

After thinking for a while, he didn't come up with a reason, so he continued to walk inside.

This walk is another time to walk a cup of tea, and dozens of houses have passed in the middle, before coming to the center of the Wu family, where the Wu family's mansion is located.

Walking here, Yang Qingyan fixed his eyes and saw several monks standing at the door of the Wu family's mansion, and the lowest cultivation among these people was the tenth level of qi refining. As for the first one, he is the head of the Wu family.

Yang Qingyan can know that he is the head of the Wu family, or rely on the information provided to him by Wu Zisheng in the past few days.

With a sweep of her eyes, she knew the origin of these people, the middle-aged man in the middle was the head of the Wu family, and the one on his left who was slightly older than him was his eldest brother Wu Long, that is, the master of the side veins of the Wu family, whose cultivation was the tenth layer of qi refining, and there were two other men next to Wu Long, one was a somewhat thin and tall man, about thirty years old, and the other was the opposite, some short and fat and short, and the cultivation of these two was also the tenth layer of qi refining, and they were the masters of the rest of the branches.

All the immortal cultivation families are extremely prosperous in their descendants, so they generally have several vein disciples, among which the strongest vein is selected as the head of the family, and the others are the side veins.

Looking at the one on the left, Yang Qingyan looked to the right again, it's okay not to look at it, under this look, Yang Qingyan couldn't help but be shocked, only to see that on the right was an old man in white with white hair, although the old man had white hair, his face was ruddy and smooth, just like a baby.

More importantly, this indifferent old man gave Yang Qingyan the feeling that he was resolutely a monk in the foundation building period.

I'm afraid this is another foundation building elder of the Wu family, right? But I didn't expect that he, as an existence in the foundation building period, would also appear here, it seems that the Wu family takes their ancestor very seriously!

Secretly running the creation decision, and reducing his aura to the minimum, Yang Qingyan raised his feet and followed the flow of people into the hall.

The space in the hall is huge, and the walls around it are hung with red silk made of spiritual silk, among which dozens of wooden tables and chairs made of spiritual wood are distributed, and some treasures such as spiritual fruits and spiritual wine are placed on the wooden table. At this time, there were already a group of immortal cultivators sitting on some wooden chairs.

Looking around, there is a large white jade seat at the door, which should be the seat of the ancestor of the Wu family.

Next to the white jade seat are two other wooden chairs, in addition to the left and right sides of these three chairs, there are also several wooden chairs made of purple wood on display on both sides, which should be used to entertain distinguished guests.

Just in this instant, Yang Qingyan took a look at the situation in this hall, smiled slightly, and Yang Qingyan found an unmanned wooden table closest to the corner and sat over.

Sitting on the wooden chair and having nothing to do, Yang Qingyan began to close his eyes and cultivate to pass the time.

In this way, two hours later, all the guests finally arrived, and Yang Qingyan also sat a few other monks at this table, judging by their clothes, they may be from a small sect. (To be continued.) )