A happy year.

Many wives and concubines are like wolves and tigers, as if they are competing in secret, competing with each other.

Let Zhong Yanchang, who is recuperating and recharged, feel hearty, and have a wave of experience.

Except for Yu Qingyao.

entered the Zhong Mansion to become a Taoist couple, but Zhong Yan looked for her, but every time she talked about cultivation seriously, she never mentioned the matter of the round room, and she didn't even have a little ambiguous move.

This made her anxious and a little uneasy.

And for Zhong Yan, after all, she is the first female cultivator and a formal Taoist couple.

Anyway, it's already in the bowl, so there's no need to rush it.

It is still necessary to give enough attention and respect, and leave it for the wedding banquet to be taken seriously.

Moreover, he had a guess in his heart, I don't know for what reason, and what kind of twists and turns are strange in it, Yu Qingyao, who is known as the 'widow', is likely to still retain a perfect body.

If so.

Zhong Yan must have laughed, and sighed that he had picked up a treasure.

Originally, Yu Qingyao was simple-minded, if she became her first man, she would treat each other with sincerity, and it would not take much time to estimate that she would be able to die to the ground, and it would even be possible to bind the system.

And if you change to another female cultivator, if you want to do this, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult.

Just like the many wives and concubines in the mansion today, even the mortal Jiang Ping has not yet reached the level of transcending the limit after spending a lot of thought.

Time flickered to the Lantern Festival.

Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao went to Qinghu Pavilion together to participate in the Lantern Festival party.

The snow has not yet melted, and the wide outdoor field is white with a lot of people.

The number of monks participating in the report was more than Zhong Xiaozhong's, reaching 221!

More than half of them are unfamiliar faces, and their average cultivation has increased significantly.

Zhong Yan secretly observed and scanned.

I didn't notice the 'Heavenly Spirit Root Woman with a tear mole', and it is estimated that most of them have left Qingyang, and even if they hide in Qingyang, they will not participate in this kind of gathering.

Although Zhong Yan is a fifth-level qi refining artist, he has made talismans in the past few years, and coupled with the repeated practice of the 'Great Void Technique' last year, his divine sense has grown greatly.

This enabled him to see the realm of many monks who had cultivated higher than himself.

For example, Yu Qingyao beside him, there are many sixth-level qi refining, and even a few seventh-layer qi refining can be seen through.

This shows that his divine sense surpasses that of the other party.

Monks come together in pairs to chat, laugh, exchange information, and exchange resources.

All kinds of true and false news.

For example, there are more than thirty inner disciples of the Huoyun Sect stationed in Yangquanfang City......

Another example, on the battlefield of Wei State, at the beginning of the year, the army of Ye and Wu started a war......

For another example, the auction of 'Wangliufang City' in March will become a grand event for the cultivation community in the northwest of Yan Kingdom, with many monks participating......

Wait a minute.

The most talked about was the matter of the Qingyang City Servant Mage.

Because it's just around the corner, there will be a new election tomorrow.

Many monks were tempted.

It's a good deal.

You don't have to do anything usually, you can't even go to the rotation of the Keqing Mansion.

He also received more than ten spirit stones a year.

And if you encounter a special mission, there are even more benefits.

Like last year.

Zhong Yan almost didn't participate in anything, but Bai Siyuan was busy doing it for him, and he divided thirty-five spirit stones.

Walking to a corner, Yu Qingyao whispered: "Husband, it seems that many people want to seek the position of mage, will something happen tomorrow?" ”

Zhong Yan glanced at the Taoist with a cold face, and said with a smile: "You should be more natural." ”

He found that many women like to pretend to be cold, pretending to be high and deep and posing as a strong posture as a disguise for self-protection.

Yan Sandao used to be, when he left the Zhong Mansion, he basically had a cold face in front of outsiders, and the words 'no one should enter' were written on his face.

As everyone knows, the more this happens, the easier it is to attract the attention of others.

Yu Qingyao pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Go to one place.

A young man came with his fat body shaking and shouted, "Zhong Daoyou! ”

The name of the person who came was Pang Baodu, and his nickname was 'Duobao Daoren'.

Originally, one of the four late monks in Qingyang City except Yang Yanqing, although he settled in Qingyang City, he practiced outside all year round to find opportunities.

This person is also very famous in Qingyang City, except for Yang Mansion and alchemist Cheng Youliang, the richest monk is estimated to be him, with five or six storage bags hanging on his body at any time, and he has been living well.

When Zhong Yan first came to Qingyang, he was introduced to each other by Li Henian, and he met less than a few times in the next few years.

"Pang Daoyou, don't come unharmed! When did you come back? ”

"Just a few days ago!"

Pang Baodu glanced at Yu Qingyao, nodded in greeting, and his eyes smiled into a slit, "Congratulations to Zhong Daoyou and Yu Daoyou for tying the knot, Pang Mou came back at the right time, and he will definitely go to the house to ask for a cup of wine to drink!" ”

The wedding card for Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao to become Taoist couples has been sent, and the monks who have registered in the Keqing Mansion have sent them.

The fat man in front of him didn't receive it when he went out, and he was alone, and there were no wives and concubines in the house.

"Thank you, Pang Daoyou is willing to appreciate the light, it is an honor for my Zhong Yu and his wife!"

Yu Qingyao followed and thanked her.

At this time, a discordant voice sounded not far away: "Hey~ A widow broke her shoes, and everyone knew it, laughing to death!" ”

The sound is not loud or small.

But those present were monks, enough to hear.

There was a sudden silence around them.

Everyone who noticed the abnormality elsewhere also extinguished their laughter, and a pair of eyes converged, whispered inquiring, and approached one after another, waiting to see a good show.

"......" Yu Qingyao's face was flushed, full of shame and indignation, but she was as timid as her, but her lips only moved, and she couldn't speak.

Not to mention that she can't see the other party's cultivation, even if she can see it, if she is not much weaker than herself, it is estimated that she will not dare to speak.

Zhong Yan is here, otherwise he is afraid that he will blush, so he turned around and retreated silently.

Zhong Yan looked at it calmly, he was a middle-aged male cultivator with fluctuating seventh-layer qi refining skills, with a beard and a very faced, obviously a new casual cultivator in Qingyang.

As for the widow's broken shoes?

And how many monks care about this?

It's just a head.

As soon as he exited, Zhong Yan knew that the other party was because of tomorrow's position of 'Servant Mage'.

Because there are rumors in the city, the number of mages will remain unchanged this year, and the candidates will not change.

It is also basically close to the truth.

Before Li Henian's fall, he traveled around the city, sending out many herbs and demon beast corpses harvested from Mangdang Mountain, and won him a number of supporters in the middle and late stages of Qi refining, so that he could be re-elected as a subordinate mage.

Zhong Yanyan shook Yu Qingyao's palm hard, and then walked forward, smiling:

"What is the name of this fellow Daoist? It's understandable to look down on Zhong, but if you insult me, Zhong is going to be unhappy! ”

The bearded man also strode forward, followed by two people, baring his teeth and smiling: "Are you unhappy? The fifth layer of qi refining is not worthy of knowing my name, and a person who relies on connections to go through the back door is not worthy of being a subordinate mage at all! ”

"You look down on relationships?"

Zhong Yan smiled and blinked, and then his face turned cold, and he shouted: "Kill him, three hundred yuan!" ”

The voice fell.

Almost at the same time.

Five or six figures moved in unison, some attacking from afar, and some dodging closely.

The bearded man's face changed drastically, and the two companions standing behind him, one shot, and the other immediately cast a spell and shot back.

Bang ~ bang ~ bang ~

In a blink of an eye.

The beard fell to the ground and became a dead body.

Zhong Yan raised his eyebrows, and the big fat man Pang Baodu, who was originally standing beside him, came first, turned into an afterimage, and slapped his palm on the shoulder of his beard.

The aura revealed was no lower than Bai Siyuan, who had broken through to the eighth layer of qi refining.

"Breaking through the ......"

Zhong Yan muttered in his heart, walked with a smile on his face, looked at the corpse and said lightly: "Ask your name, I am afraid that there will be no tombstone to town, and the grave grass will grow fast." ”

Duobao Daoist smiled and said: "I really don't know whether to live or die, a foreign casual cultivator, actually dares to commit murder in Qingyang." ”

"That is, if you want to compete with the mage tomorrow, you can compete on the stage tomorrow."

"A foul mouth, it's enough to live until now."

One by one, the onlookers spoke out.

Zhong Yan has not been in vain in Qingyang in the past few years, he looked around and bowed his hand to the six monks who made a move, half of which were fresh faces.

"Thank you, how about the three hundred spirit stones being divided equally?"

Pang Baodu laughed, "This is much easier than earning spirit stones outside!" Fifty pieces, pick it up for nothing! ”

The other five followed, smiling.

Many monks showed regret on their faces, secretly saying that they were slow.

For example, Bai Siyuan came from elsewhere, glanced at the corpse, shook his head and sighed: "Harm, it's a step too late!" ”

Zhong Yan nodded to him, turned around and bowed his hand to Yang Yanqing and his wife, who were looking at the pavilion in the distance with a cup, and then took out three hundred spirit stones from the storage bag.

And sent an invitation to the three faces, "If you don't dislike it, you will go to the mansion on the sixteenth of next month to have a glass of thin wine." ”

Yu Qingyao on the side was silent, but her heart had already melted.

If it weren't for the public.

She wanted to throw herself into Zhong Yan's arms.

……