August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival.

Half a year after stepping on the Ethereal Sword Sect, Meng Qiu finally waited for the first long vacation, and wanted to go back to Taiping Town to take a look, but he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, so he had to give up.

coincided with He Xiaonan's father's fiftieth birthday, and Meng Qiu was invited by He Xiaonan to attend his father's birthday banquet with Zhang Dachuan and Xiang Dongliu.

Qingfeng City, an important town under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou Empire, the city is the most noble with the three major families, the He family is the head of the three families, the status is transcendent, coinciding with the 50th birthday of the head of the He family, He Wu, the guests in the city are endless, extremely lively.

"Wow, Senior Brother He, your family is so big. ”

Meng Qiu looked at the high-rise mansion compound in front of him, showing a look of amazement, he didn't expect He Xiaonan, who had always been taciturn, to be born in such a wealthy family.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Meng, it's just a mundane thing. ”

He Xiaonan and the four of them came to the door of the He Mansion, the four of them were all dressed in the clothes of the disciples of the Ethereal Sword Sect and carrying the spirit sword, and the porter quickly recognized their identities.

"The second young master has returned home. ”

With a sound of announcements, a figure quickly walked out of the house.

"Second uncle. When He Xiaonan saw the visitor, he showed a gentle smile that he had never had before.

"Xiao Nan, grow up. ”

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a tall posture and extraordinary martial arts, who was the second master of He Mansion - He Zhan.

"The three little friends, they must be Xiao Nan's classmates, right?" He Zhan smiled warmly and looked approachable.

"The kid has seen the seniors. ”

"Haha, it's easy to say, come, come into the house and say. ”

He Zhan laughed heartily, took He Xiaonan's hand, and welcomed everyone into the mansion.

He Mansion is worthy of being a wealthy giant, pavilions and pavilions, a variety of water pavilions, Meng Qiu is overwhelmed to see it, it was a medical hall in Taiping Town before, simple and terrible, where have you ever seen such a luxurious building, at this time he is like a countryman entering the city, shaking his head and looking at it non-stop.

After walking for a while, the group finally came to the hall of the He family, and under the guidance of He Zhan, they met He Xiaonan's father, He Wu, the head of the He family.

He Wu Dama Jin Dao sat on the main seat, invisibly exuding the breath of a superior person, and beside him was a graceful and luxurious woman, Wang Baifeng, the mother of the He family.

"Nan'er has seen her father and mother. ”

He Xiaonan stepped forward expressionlessly and saluted respectfully.

"Hmm. ”

He Wu and Wang Baifeng both responded softly, and then said with a smile: "Nan'er, how is your cultivation in the Ethereal Sword Sect?"

"Okay. ”

"Practice hard, assist your eldest brother in the future, and take good care of the He family, you know?"

"Got it, kid. ”

Meng Qiu stood aside with a strange face, the conversation between He Xiaonan and his parents, no matter how you look at it, is like a commanding speech between a superior and a subordinate, without a little warmth.

"Big brother, Xiao Nan came back to celebrate your birthday, so don't put too much pressure on him. ”

He Zhan on the side was busy playing a round to alleviate the stiff chat atmosphere between the father and son.

"Well, your eldest brother will be back in a while, and this time someone from the Royal Academy will also come to greet me. ”

He Wu said, and Wang Baifeng got up and left, He Zhan pulled the reluctant He Xiaonan to chase after him, Meng Qiu and the three of them were stunned, no one cared about them?

"It's a lot of fun to be a family. Meng Qiu sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and said faintly.

"It seems that it is not easy for Xiao Nan to be in this house. ”

Zhang Dachuan sighed, quite helpless, "But this is Xiao Nan's family matter, and we can't help anything." ”

Xiang Dongliu nodded approvingly with a grim face, Xiao Nan was very unpopular with his father, but He Zhan, the second master of the He family, loved Xiao Nan very much, which was a bit strange.

"Don't think too much, drink tea, this tea is good. ”

Meng Qiu picked up the teacup, drank the unceremonious "ton, ton" twice, and then asked the maid next to him to add tea.

Zhang Dachuan and Xiang Dongliu looked at each other and smiled, and also picked up the teacup and drank it, after half a year of getting along, they also understood Meng Qiu's character, who was informal, and wanton and free.

After drinking two pots of tea, the people of the He family finally came back and welcomed several people into the hall.

He Wu walked side by side with a white-haired old man, with He Zhan and Wang Baifeng on his side, and behind him were He Xiaonan and his eldest brother in the Royal Academy, He Jiechen, several young people dressed in gorgeous clothes, who were obviously also from the Royal Academy.

The Ethereal Sword Sect, the True Martial Palace, the Jiaye Temple, the Tianxuan Mountain, and the Great Zhou Empire are the five major immortal cultivation forces in the border wilderness, while the Royal Academy is the highest institution of learning in the Great Zhou Empire, and its disciples have an extremely high status in the country.

"Ge Lao, please take a seat. ”

He Wu arranged the white-haired old man on the first seat to the left of the guests, and then several disciples sat down behind him.

Extremely skillful business blowing each other, after sitting down, it didn't stop, Meng Qiu wondered, you have blown all the way from the door to the hall, is it necessary to do this?

Meng Qiu was a little sleepy when he heard this, picked up the teacup, and was about to take a pick-me-up, and drank it directly with a "ton" sound.

For a while, the sound of Meng Qiu drinking water broke the harmonious chat atmosphere and attracted everyone's attention.

"Where did the bad people come from?"

A young man in a fancy costume at the Royal Academy had a rebellious look in his eyes and scolded directly.

Meng Qiu just wanted to put the teacup down, but when he heard this, his palm suddenly froze in mid-air, his eyes narrowed, he looked at the man, and said with a cold smile: "What did you just say?"

"Bang. ”

Zhang Dachuan and Xiang Dongliu stood up and drew their swords, pointing their swords at the person who spoke, and the cold sword aura unabashedly enveloped the other party.

Without saying a word, the people of the Royal Academy did not expect that the people of the Ethereal Sword Sect would be so strong, and they all got up and released their breath to deal with it.

"Heh, is there something wrong with what I said?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and asked Meng Qiu, obviously not taking Meng Qiu and the others seriously.

"Do you think that with these crooked melons and cracked dates, you can have no fear?"

Meng Qiu glanced around, a group of ridiculous weak chickens, and he wasted every sword.

He Wu and Ge Lao smiled at all this, as if they had nothing to do with them, and they didn't stop it at all, chatting and commenting.

"So what? I, Huang Xing, are sitting here today, what can you do to me?" Huang Xing of the Royal Academy still looked arrogant, and raised his head proudly.

"Really?"

Meng Qiu slowly put down the teacup, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, gathered his cuffs, and sorted out the disciple clothes of the Ethereal Sword Sect.

With a light wave of the sword, a ten-zhang long sword river rolled out, with the potential of swallowing mountains and rivers, which was the sword-swallowing style in the nine styles of the divine sword.

In the next moment, the terrifying weight it carried rolled up and pressed all the people who shot at the Royal Academy and pressed them in place.

"How is that possible?"

Huang Xing's face was pale, his originally unruly eyes were full of horror, it was hard to imagine that many of his fellow sects were suppressed by a sword from a disciple of the Sword Sect in the same realm, was he a demon?

At the moment when Huang Xing was stunned, Meng Qiu had already come to him, slapped him to the ground, and stepped on his face, like a rag casually stepping on.

"What should I do to you now?"