The house purchased by Feng Buyan is overcrowded, with lights everywhere, guests staggered, and some small jokes, which can be described as festive.

The wedding ceremony had come to an end, Feng Buyan raised his glass and toasted to everyone present, and he habitually looked at the gate of the house.

Blinking, Feng Buyan thought that he was drunk, and he found that at some point there was a man in a blue robe with long snow-white hair standing at the door, and beside him, an old man, a child, and three women.

The man raised the scarlet gourd in his hand and smiled.

Feng Buyan pulled the corners of his mouth, drank all the wine in the cup, and said with a smile: "You kid..."

Then Feng Buyan left behind the few people who came to toast in the surprised eyes of everyone, and ran briskly towards the door of the house, muttering to him as he ran, "My brother is back..."

Only then did everyone turn around and see Zimo and the others at the door, they didn't understand what kind of person could make the current Duobao Pavilion and Young Pavilion Master so excited, and even took the initiative to greet them.

However, few people present knew Zimo, except for Feng Buyan's family.

Feng Yanxia's eyes lit up obviously when she saw Zimo, and she looked more happy and excited than Feng Buyan, but when she saw the three girls beside Zimo, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Feng Yanxia, as the head of Duobao Pavilion, naturally has many chasers, and she can't find fault with her, she is calm and generous, dignified and beautiful, and quick-witted.

Even many people feel that Feng Yanxia is more suitable to be in charge of the Duobao Pavilion and become the next Duobao Pavilion Master than Feng Buyan.

The only thing is that after so many years, Feng Yanxia is also a big boss, she has never been married, and she has not heard that she has a young handsome man who has a fancy, so people can't guess what she is thinking.

Some people even maliciously speculated whether she liked women, otherwise how could it be.

Whenever she asked about it, she always said that she would not consider it for the time being, and she didn't know whether it was true or not.

Probably, everyone who says this has an impossible person hidden in their hearts.

Feng Buyan came to Zimo, his eyes were slightly red, and he punched Zimo twice in the chest, "Don't say ten years, you kid still know to come back."

Zimo smiled, "Congratulations!"

Feng Buyan knew that Zimo was a little taciturn now, and he could explain that he had always regarded himself as a friend, so he was especially happy in his heart.

He looked at Zimo, then at Xue Ningchen, then at Zician and Bai Qingqian, and finally looked at Xie Yiyi with a look of understanding, "You kid can, there are three confidantes around you, not to mention, there are children here."

His words directly embarrassed the three goddesses, and Zimo was ridiculous.

Zi Cicada snorted, crossed his waist with one hand, looked a little spicy, and hurriedly explained: "The dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth, I'm his sister."

Bai Qingqian's face turned red, and his voice was like a mosquito, "I... I'm his sister."

Xue Ningchen's face was also slightly red, and she pulled her hair to hide her heart, but obviously she was a little eager to cover up this action, and she whispered, "Me too... His sister."

Xie Yiyi's face showed a hint of disdain, and he wrinkled his nose, "This uncle, I am Master's apprentice, you can drink more wine, and you can't talk nonsense..."

Feng Buyan couldn't resist such embarrassment no matter how thick-skinned he was, and hurriedly resolved: "I punish wine, I punish wine, it's because I can't speak."

After a glass of wine, Feng Buyan looked at Zi Chan, and said with a smile: "Zi Cicada girl, to be honest, you can't blame me, if it weren't for you opening your mouth, I wouldn't be able to see that you are this kid's sister, you look at his appearance, although it is not ugly, but it is not as handsome as me, Zicicada girl looks so captivating to the country and the city, how can she be half like this kid."

Zician was not happy when she heard this, she lifted her toes, struggled to put her face next to Zimo's face, and said seriously: "Stare at your dog eyes and see, my brother and I are not the same, we are clearly carved out of a mold, I didn't expect you to be ugly and your eyes are not good."

Speaking of which, Zi Chan

Shaking his head, he said angrily: "Hey, this kind of person can find a daughter-in-law, the world is unfair!"

Feng Buyan knew that Zi Chan was joking, so he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Sister Zi Chan, I was wrong, I was too talkative."

Who knew that Zi Chan hadn't answered yet, Xie Yiyi was already drooling when he looked at the food on the table, and he took over like a little adult, "Since you know it's wrong, you don't take us to eat delicious food, we haven't eaten for a day."

Zimo stretched out his finger and flicked his head, "Didn't you just eat it two hours ago?"

Xie Yiyi covered his head and said aggrievedly, "Master, I'm still young, I'm growing my body, I eat a lot..."

Feng Buyan laughed, "Let's go, let's go in and talk while drinking."

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Zimo's six people, Feng Buyan's family, and Feng Buyan's in-laws sat together, Zimo originally planned to find a place at random, but he couldn't resist Feng Buyan and Feng Weiping's invitation, so he nodded and agreed.

Coincidentally, Feng Yanxia happened to sit on Zimo's side.

Feng Buyan naturally sat with his wife, and after Feng Buyan's introduction, Zimo also knew that this woman was the daughter of the sect master named Luohua Sect, named Lu Mingwan, although the sect was not big, but it was also a little famous.

The two met at an auction and have known each other for seven years, and when it comes to Lu Mingwan, Feng Buyan can't hide the love in his eyes.

Through intentional or unintentional observation, Zimo found that the woman's eyes looking at Feng Buyan really liked it, and she was not married for the purpose of clinging to the Feng family.

In this way, Zimo was also relieved.

Feng Yanxia sat beside Zimo, always intentionally or unintentionally asking about Zimo's experience over the years, while Zimo picked up some things that could be said and chatted with her.

Zi Chan and Xue Ningchen sat together, the two kept whispering, as if they were saying some secret words in the boudoir, but Xue Ningchen's gaze always swept over Zimo and Feng Yanxia.

Where has Xie Yiyi eaten so many good things, he didn't say a word with his head bored, but just made a snorting sound in his mouth, and he ate happily.

Ji Zhengtian looked at his apprentice with a smile on his face, and occasionally gave Xie Yi a few delicious dishes that his chopsticks couldn't reach.

At a table not far away, there were six people, four men and two women, all of whom had the word "Dong" embroidered on their clothes, which seemed to be from the same force, but they didn't know if they were sects or families.

Zimo had already noticed them, among these six people, two of them were in the late stage of the Soul Separation Realm, three were in the middle stage of the Soul Separation Realm, and one of the old men was in the early stage of Tongxuan!

Before coming here, Zimo hid his cultivation, and it seemed that he was only in the early stage of the spirit infant.

In the cultivation realm, knowing how to hide is not a bad thing after all.

"Young master, why do I think Feng Yanxia is looking at that white-haired boy with a little bit of something wrong."

The old man took a sip of wine and said seemingly casually.

The young man known as the young master was pale, his eyes were slightly black, and he looked overindulgent.

"***, I rejected my pursuit because I took a fancy to this little white face, who looks high up on weekdays, and doesn't pretend to be a color to anyone, it turns out to be pretended!"

The man spit the wine in his mouth on the ground, his face full of resentment, "Look at her cheap appearance, she usually doesn't give me a smile, but now the smile on her face hasn't stopped, I can't wait for the whole person to get to that kid, it's really a ***!"

When the old man heard this, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and didn't say anything, he naturally knew who his young master was.

In the past, the woman that his young master fancied, as long as she used a little means, she would always succeed.

There are those who lack wealth, those who lack magic weapons, those who lack fame, those who lack strength, and so on......

As long as these needs of women are met, it can be said that they can be caught, and even some women will take the initiative to give them a hug without the young master of his family opening their mouths.

But Feng Yanxia is different, she doesn't lack anything, in the old man's opinion, even if she is missing, Feng Yanxia is not the kind of woman who abuses herself in order to get something.

It has been said that what you can't get is always the best, and there's nothing wrong with that.

It was precisely this kind of obscurity that made the young master want to conquer Feng Yanxia as if he was in a demon, so he stayed in Yucheng for more than a year.

Even he, a perverted young master, found a few women who were somewhat similar to Feng Yanxia to play with in Yucheng, and abandoned them like pieces the next day.

In this year, no matter what method his young master used, Feng Yanxia never gave him a good face, and even disappeared directly, if it wasn't for Feng Buyan's wedding today, it is estimated that his young master still can't see Feng Yanxia.

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Zimo had been drinking with his head down, and he had already felt several eyes sweeping over him, including the person at the table he had noticed earlier.

"Feng Bu said, what's going on with the people at that table, acquaintance?"

Zimo did not speak, but transmitted the voice with his divine sense.

Feng Buyan has also learned Divine Sense Transmission over the years, he just didn't understand why Zimo was so cautious and actually used Divine Sense Transmission, he frowned and asked, "Which table?"

Zimo didn't answer, but raised his wine glass, facing the six people, and then looked at Feng Buyan.

Feng Buyan glanced at those people without a trace, and then extreme disgust flashed in his eyes, "The people of the Dong family in the Muyue Continent, if it weren't for the people of the Dong family, I would have driven them away a long time ago, a group of cockroaches."

"Dong family? I haven't heard of it, how can your family get involved with the Dong family?"

Zimo frowned his narrow eyebrows, in his impression, there are not many people who can make Feng Buyan so annoying, the last one is Wang Qiong, the young pavilion master of the Remnant Moon Pavilion, but Wang Qiong has been killed by himself, and the Wang family has long been finished.

Feng Buyan took a sip of wine, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly spoke: "That pale-faced man is named Dong Boxiao, he is the grandson of the head of the Dong family in the Muyue Continent, the Dong family belongs to a family with a thousand-year-old heritage, although the financial resources may not be as good as our Duobao Pavilion, but the number of masters is much more than ours."

When Zimo heard this, he said lightly, "Master? Does their Dong family have a Broken Realm cultivator?"

"Their Dong family ancestor is said to be a cultivator in the early stage of the Shattered Realm, and the Dong family's Tong Xuan Realm cultivator is also a person, and he is more away from the Soul Realm."

Feng Buyan's face showed a trace of bitterness, no matter how strong a force's financial resources are, if there is no top master in charge, it is still not a big force, although their Feng family has good financial resources, but the cultivation of the highest elder is only in the early stage of Tongxuan, so it can only be regarded as a medium force.

If it weren't for the city lord of Yucheng taking good care of their Feng family, many of their Feng family's properties might have been swallowed up long ago.

This is the reality, and in the final analysis, the cultivation realm still speaks by strength.

"In the early stage of the Shattered Realm, he is indeed a master."

Zimo held an emerald green wine glass in his hand and turned it back and forth, and said such a sentence that was neither salty nor light.