Long Buqi followed Zhimu Bing into the residence of the first branch, and met many clansmen along the way, all of whom bowed to Zhimu Bing, which shows that her status in Zhimu's family is very high.

The eyes of many clansmen fell on Long Buqi with curiosity.

"I heard that Miss Bing went to the Taichu Ancient Mine to practice, how did she bring back a teenager?"

"Miss Bing has a cold temperament and never interacts with men, what is the origin of this young man? ”

Zhi Mubing ignored the whispers of the clansmen and brought Long Buqi directly into the mansion of the head of the family, that is, her house.

"Miss!"

A maid saw Zhi Mubing come in and bowed her knees.

Zhimu Bing commanded the maid.

"He's a guest I've invited, and you arrange a room for him. ”

With that, she went straight to the inner courtyard.

The maid looked at Long Buqi and stretched out her hand to guide, "This son, please come with me." ”

Long Buqi followed her.

After walking for a long time, I reached the guest room, and the mansion of the head of the Zhimu family covers an extremely large area.

The maid prepared tea, a few plates of delicate snacks, and hot water.

Long Buqi enjoyed the hospitality of being at home.

The maid asked, "Childe, do you have any other instructions?"

Long Buqi's gaze fell on her delicate face, "You stay and sleep." ”

The maid blushed and stammered.

"Childe, although I am a maid, I have not signed a deed of sale, you don't need to sleep, if you need it, you should talk to the manager. ”

She saw the smile on Long Buqi's delicate face, and only then did she react, this was a joke with her, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this young man was a guest of the young lady, if she asked the manager to sleep with her, she really didn't know what to do......

She couldn't help but be curious.

"Childe, what is the relationship between you and Miss?"

She has been a maid in the mansion for five years, and she has never seen Zhimu Bing interact with a man, let alone bring it back to the mansion.

Long Buqi's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing, "I'm your young lady's fiancé." ”

"Fiancé?"

The maid was puzzled, "But, I haven't heard when the young lady got engaged." ”

Since they are not engaged, where is the fiancé?

Long Buqi floated a hint of an unfathomable smile.

"I met your young lady in the Taichu Ancient Mine, when you met a robber in the Taichu Ancient Mine, I saved her, she fell in love with me at first sight, and wanted to make a personal promise, I rejected her, but she pestered me, I had to reluctantly accept her, and now she is pregnant, I am naturally her fiancé. ”

"This ......"

The beautiful maid smacked her tongue.

This news is like a bolt from the blue!

She came back to her senses after half a sound, and glanced at Long Buqi in disbelief, feeling that this statement was not very credible!

Their young lady is a martial artist in the Yinxia period of the Yuan Tibetan Realm, and she is not afraid of robbers at all!

This made her even more curious, what is the identity of this teenager in front of her, and he dares to tease their young lady!

She shuddered and stayed away from the boy...... It's better to inquire less about this kind of thing, and if it makes Miss angry, it won't be good.

......

When the lanterns were on, the beautiful maid knocked on the door and came in, "Son, the head of the family has prepared a banquet, please come over." ”

Long Buqi's eyes flashed, and from this point of view, Zhi Mubing had already told her father about asking him for help.

Led by a beautiful maid, we came to a hall with bright candles.

Long Buqi swept away, and saw a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes sitting on the main seat, his eyes were blazing, and his yuan power fluctuated thick and majestic, obviously a martial arts powerhouse.

The first person on the left is also a middle-aged martial artist, with some resemblance to the man on the main seat between his eyebrows, and several old men are sitting in a row behind him.

The first vacancy on the right, and the back sat several young warriors, and Zhimu Bing was impressively in the column.

It is not difficult to see that on the left is where the older generation sits, and on the right is the younger generation.

There is a long table in front of everyone, with all kinds of wine, food, wine, fresh fruits, and a maid holding a white jade pot on the side, wafting out a rich aroma of wine.

Long Buqi strode in and took a seat in the first empty seat on the right.

With a wave of her hand, the maidservant poured a glass of fine wine, and drank it all.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a spirit wine that has been treasured for more than 30 years, soaked in ten kinds of elixirs such as Bailuzi and Yuqian incense, and slowly fermented for 30 years, so that all the medicinal properties of the elixir can be integrated into the wine. ”

Long Buqi drank and praised endlessly.

Several old and young martial artists frowned slightly, a little displeased.

The middle-aged man on the throne laughed heartily.

"The helper invited by Bing'er, sure enough, is a genius boy, he can taste my Zhimu family's original wine with a sip, presumably the little brother is also from a famous family and has drunk a lot of beautiful bars?"

The young man in front of him was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he didn't associate the alchemist with him, so he could only taste it if he had drunk a lot of fine wine.

Long Buqi replied vaguely, too lazy to explain.

Zhimu Bing stood up and introduced him

Long Buqi listened while drinking, and had a general understanding of the identities of the people present, the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat was Zhimu Bing's father, Zhimu Shangyi, that is, the head of the Zhimu family;

As for the young warriors in the column on the right, they are the young generation of the first lineage.

"Humph!"

Zhimu Mingyi sneered.

"Bing'er, is he the helper you invited back? I sensed his cultivation, only the condensation period, just now you told you that he can tie with you, you can't think too highly of him, right? Tomorrow's competition is related to the belonging of Lingshan, and it is also related to the rise and fall of our first branch, it is too child's play to invite him to be a helper!"

Zhi Mubing explained, "Second Uncle, I have personally fought with him, I can't be wrong, although he only has the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Period, he has the peak combat power of the Mixed Yuan Period. ”

Zhimu Mingyi frowned.

"I don't know what the situation was like when you fought him, in short, I don't agree to let him fight on behalf of our first line! Although no one in the younger generation of our first line can compare with you, there are still many people who are stronger than him, and letting an outsider in the condensation period participate in the competition, wouldn't it make the people of the second branch laugh at the fact that we have no successor to the first line?"

Zhimu Bing's expression was indifferent.

"In order to keep Lingshan, what is it to be laughed at a few words? In three competitions, I can only play one, and the remaining two are handed over, who will I give them to?"

The whole hall was suddenly silent! Only the sound of the maid pouring wine remained.

Zhi Mubing's two rhetorical questions, as clever as knives, stopped everyone present.

The young warriors on the right were all flushed and ashamed, their strength was indeed much worse than that of the younger generation of the second branch.

In order to compete for Lingshan, the two major branches did not want to start a war, and they did not want to cause too many casualties, so they agreed that the younger generation would compete.

The competition is agreed, thinking of the candidate for the battle, the first pulse reacts, the young generation can show their hands, only Zhimu Bing is one, there are two left, who to send up?

This is clearly a trap for the second branch!

The second vein must have been premeditated, and when the young generation of the first vein was weak, he proposed a competition for the younger generation!

The first pulse wants to regret it, but it's too late.