Chapter 19: The Immortal Commander is invited

Zhou Lingyun playfully reached out and took down the butterfly above his head, and looked carefully at this creature that he had never seen before.

Its wings shimmer in the sunlight, and its small tentacles look even more cute.

Xuanyuan Meng looked at Zhou Lingyun with interest, the Colorful Heart Refining Butterfly would actually show closeness to the two of them in one day, could it be that the nature of love and single-mindedness has been destroyed? If it is the overlord, it is not strange that Fu Xiqin still has the unique rhythm in the world that day, but why would this young man let the Colorful Heart Refining Heart Butterfly show favor like this?

"Look at the two costumes, they must be from Taoism, if you don't dislike it, you can go to the house to talk about it. Xuanyuan Meng looked at Xiaoji and Xiaoyun on the side and asked out loud.

"Miss Xie is kind, but it is useless, so we won't bother your mansion. Xiaoji gave up his hand and hurriedly pushed back.

Xuanyuan Meng looked at Zhou Lingyun, who was still curious about butterflies, and smiled: "Daoist don't have to push back, this little Taoist friend has helped me a lot this time." The little woman was just grateful. ”

"Thank you. Xiaoji saw that Xuanyuan Meng insisted and stopped chattering, so he responded.

At this moment, a flute sound came out from the house, like a spring breeze bathing in the outside of the sky, and the surrounding crowd lost their minds for a while, and when they looked back, they couldn't remember what had happened before, and there were already few people in front of the gate of Xuanyuan Mansion.

Xuanyuan Meng led the way and led the three of them to walk on the cobblestone road, introducing the pavilions and pavilions in Xuanyuan Mansion from time to time, and said that the interesting place was naturally coquettish.

Although Xiaoji sighed at the solemn atmosphere of Xuanyuan Mansion, he was more thinking about the wonderful sound of the flute before.

It is unheard of that there are still people in the world who can cultivate the Soul Forgetting Mantra. It is said that there has been no such thing as a Soul Forgetting Charm since the last thousand years, and such a magical sound has only become a legend. It's just that I didn't expect to hear this magic again now.

A song of flute, everything is forgotten.

What a supernatural senior lives in this Xuanyuan Mansion!

A few people walked in a hurry, and after a short time, they passed the side hall, and there were already people waiting there.

The leader is a gray-haired man, who is still radiant and energetic despite his age. A simple dress reflects his natural solemnity even more.

The next seat was a middle-aged man, who was looking at Xuanyuan Meng who came in with a smile on his face. There was a strange knife mark on the man's face, and he looked like a man who had experienced life and death.

Next to the man sat a beautiful woman with a moonlit face, wearing a long dress as white as snow, and her hair hanging behind her with a hairpin. A smile is even more gentle and luxurious.

Further down were three old men, each on crutches, their eyes always looking at the three of them who came in, obviously very interested in them.

These people are the highest-ranking people in the Xuanyuan Mansion today.

The leader is the head of the contemporary Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Po.

The next seat is Xuanyuan Meng's father, the next head of the family Xuanyuan Huang, and next to him is his wife Ouyang Keer.

The other three old men with gray beards are the elders of the Xuanyuan family, namely Xuanyuan Yun, the eldest elder in charge of the economy, Xuanyuan Li, the second elder in charge of guards, and Xuanyuan Feng, who is in charge of the mansion chores.

"Grandpa, father. Xuanyuan Meng smiled and made a courtesy.

"I've seen the head of the Xuanyuan family. Xiaoji and Xiaoyun pulled Zhou Lingyun to the side.

Xuanyuan Po nodded, and asked in a thick voice, "Meng'er, who are these people?"

Xuanyuan Meng introduced a few people at this time, and by the way, he told all the things that happened outside.

Hearing all this, Xuanyuan Huang's heart naturally felt a little guilty, this was like gambling with each other like Xuanyuan Meng, who he had regarded as the pearl in his palm, as a commodity, but if it weren't for the innocent-looking teenager in front of him, Xuanyuan Meng would have followed the overlord.

At the beginning, their original intention was to take a fancy to the unlimited potential of the overlord and wanted to win over the other party, but they didn't expect that the overlord would take Xuanyuan Meng away directly after winning today, fortunately, this kid came out to make trouble, otherwise, I am afraid that only Meng'er's master can come forward to save it.

For a while, Xuanyuan Huang didn't know what kind of mood to use to look at Zhou Lingyun.

"Boy, let me ask you, do you think you are really sure of ten years?" Xuanyuan Po was also thinking about this question, so he asked.

Zhou Lingyun shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Then do you usually come into contact with music?" Xuanyuan Huang thought for a moment and asked from the side.

"No, today is the first time I've seen someone play the piano. Zhou Lingyun didn't have the slightest worry.

Xuanyuan Huang sighed, not knowing what to do for a while.

Xiaoji saw it clearly on the side, and said: "My apprentice has lived in a place where ordinary people can hardly survive since he was a child, and he certainly has talent, so you don't have to mind. In addition, there are also masters in my Taoist family who are proficient in music and rhythm, so I think it is okay to train well. ”

Xiaoji's words were ambiguous, and the people of the Xuanyuan family were also in a fog when they heard it, thinking that Zhou Lingyun was living in those family sects that were difficult for ordinary people to touch, and they suddenly had a glimmer of hope.

What would they think if they knew that Zhou Lingyun had lived in the desert for fourteen years? Xiao Yun snickered in his heart and didn't break it.

"Okay, it's not early today, if you don't dislike it, you can eat in the house. Naturally, accommodation will be arranged for you in the evening. Xuanyuan Po saw that he could get useful information if he asked again, so he gave up.

"Meals are naturally okay, accommodation does not bother the head of the Xuanyuan family, we have already booked a room in the town. Xiaoji spoke up to stop Xuanyuan Po's arrangement and asked, "It's just that there is one thing I want to ask next." ”

"The Taoist chief said it was okay. Xuanyuan Po nodded.

"I heard that the daughter of the family was accepted as an apprentice by the fairy chief, and I just saw the fairy chief's supernatural powers, I don't know if I can recommend it?"

Xuanyuan Po shook his head in embarrassment: "The Taoist chief doesn't know something. We are not blessed to see the posture of immortals. We only provided a place for the immortal chief to stay, but we never met each other. Only Meng'er can only see it when she goes to practice every day, and only Meng'er has seen the appearance of the immortal in the entire Xuanyuan Mansion. According to Meng'er, the immortal has a veil to cover his face, and he has never seen his real body. ”

Xiaoji said that he understood that since people didn't see him, he naturally couldn't force it.

At that moment, a few people got up and followed Xuanyuan Huang to the restaurant, and the next person had already prepared the meal.

The aristocracy's meals were very luxurious, and some of the meals were just for aesthetics, and they were often lost with a pair of chopsticks. Some rare dishes are unheard of and unseen even by the two brothers, Xiaoji and Xiaoyun.

Everyone who ate a meal was quite pleasant, and Zhou Lingyun even called it delicious, which made Xuanyuan Meng look very funny from the sidelines.

Just as Xiaoji was about to say goodbye, suddenly a quiet and quiet woman's voice sounded.

The little woman had no time to receive Taoist guests due to trivial reasons, and the little woman apologized here. It's just that the little woman has something to ask for, and she looks at Haihan. If the Taoist chief agrees, can you let that little Taoist friend surnamed Zhou let Meng'er bring me here at noon tomorrow. ”

The ethereal voice echoed in the sky above Xuanyuan Mansion, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou Lingyun's body.