In the Huangsha Sect, far away from the Bamboo Sword Hall, Huang Yan had already returned to the sect with his birthday gift.

Today is his master's 100th birthday, and the disciples in the Huangsha Sect also came out early to greet the guests.

Although there were only a few famous sect masters who were close to the Huangsha Sect among the guests, the 100th birthday was indeed worth celebrating.

This time, even if the sect masters of the other sects did not come in person, they all lined up their disciples to send congratulatory gifts, in order to express their importance to the Huangsha Sect and express their good wishes for the eternal unity of the seventy-two sects.

There were also more than a dozen outer disciples who were also invited to attend the sect master's birthday banquet, so this kind of lively scene in the hall filled by monks was also rare in ordinary times.

Huang Yan also changed into a brand-new brown and yellow dress today, wearing a lotus jade crown on his head, and holding a sandalwood box in both hands and waiting at the entrance of the lobby.

Originally, as a disciple of the Huangsha Sect, he should also be busy with his brothers at this moment, but because he brought his master's 100th birthday gift, everyone let him stay at ease, and there must be no mistakes.

Because the gift of birthday gifts cannot be taken out of the Qiankun bag directly when giving away, the monks from other sects who came to congratulate them on their birthdays also sat in the hall, waiting for the birthday banquet to officially begin.

However, with the birthday gift bought with the little monk's silver, Huang Yan also felt a little hot in his hand, but he could only comfort himself.

"Huang Yan, it was that kid who deceived first, and you didn't intend to deceive people. ”

"It's also his own problem to buy fake things, and he was scolded by his uncle, who is good at alchemy, but also because he is clumsy and can't distinguish between the real and the fake, this matter has nothing to do with you......"

He muttered, finally feeling much better, when a monk who looked to be in his thirties walked beside him.

The monk was dressed in a blue and white robe, with emerald green bamboo leaves tattooed on the wide cuffs, and after seeing Huang Yan's robes, he bowed to him.

"Dare to ask Daoyou, but it's a monk of the Yellow Sand Sect?"

"Exactly, I am Huang Yan, a disciple of the Huangsha Sect, I don't know what trouble you are encountering?"

"Today, my master's 100th birthday banquet, there are many visitors, we are short of manpower, and we neglect the guests, and I hope that Taoist friends will not be surprised. ”

Huang Yan immediately replied to the inquiry, and the honest monk in the blue and white Taoist robe smiled, carrying the birthday gift in one hand and waving it casually with the other.

"Hey, no surprise, no surprise. ”

"I'm just coming to our Huangsha Sect for the first time, I don't know where I should sit, I see that your senior brothers are busy entertaining others, and I'm embarrassed to disturb them. ”

"Seeing that you are still idle, I will ask you. ”

Huang Yan immediately returned the salute, not daring to snub the other sect cultivators, so he asked again:

"I don't know the name of my friend, which sect is from?"

"Oh, my surname is Tang Mingxiaoji, I am from Shuzhong Zhujian Hall, and I am the third in my generation, so my uncle sometimes calls me Tang Laosan. ”

"This time, I went to your sect to congratulate Sect Master Huang on his 100th birthday on the order of my uncle Xuan Qingzi, and to give a birthday gift to show the friendship between my Shuzhong Bamboo Sword Hall and the Huangsha Sect. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a fellow Taoist ...... of the Bamboo Sword Hall"

"What?"

"Bamboo Sword Hall?"

Tang Xiaoji originally replied with a smile, but Huang Yan thought for a moment after hearing the three words of Zhujiantang, and suddenly shouted rudely.

The monk beside him looked at Huang Yan with a puzzled expression, and even Tang Xiaoji was stunned, for some reason he reacted like this when he heard his name Sect.

Huang Yan naturally popped out of Mu Chen's appearance in his mind, and he suddenly called out, originally he thought that this matter was over, but he thought that he was so close to the monk of the Bamboo Sword Hall, and he couldn't avoid it anywhere.

"Huang Yan Daoyou, you are ......"

"Ah no, it's nothing, it's nothing, it turns out to be Tang Daoyou from the Bamboo Sword Hall, please come in quickly, I'll take you to a seat personally." ”

Huang Yan immediately realized that he must not be rude today, and hurriedly welcomed Tang Xiaoji into the hall, but his heart was pounding.

In order to alleviate the previous embarrassment, Huang Yan glanced at Tang Xiaoji, and saw that he didn't seem to know about Mu Chen's purchase of agarwood, so he took the initiative to open his mouth to test it.

"Tang Daoyou, in fact, I have long heard the master talk about the Shuzhong Bamboo Sword Hall, saying that although the scale of your sect is not large, the monks who came out of the Bamboo Sword Hall are all excellent, and they have the demeanor of a great sect!"

"Hahahaha, where is it, your sect's senior Huang has really won an award. ”

Tang Xiaoji laughed again, his voice was hearty, as if he had forgotten the embarrassment just now.

"By the way, Tang Daoyou, I also heard that there is a senior in your sect who is good at alchemy, and he also needs a thousand years of agarwood as a refining medicine, but I don't know if he uses agarwood to refine the Qingxin Pill?"

"To be honest, I always feel that there is a murmur lingering when I am cultivating in the past few days, so I am also studying the matter of alchemy, especially if I want to refine a few Qingxin Pills, I have always been unable to grasp the heat......

Huang Yan was talking as he walked, but found that Tang Xiaoji beside him stopped suspiciously and looked at him.

"Huang Daoyou, are you mistaken, or do you say that your sect master has made a mistake. ”

"Tang Daoyou, what did you say?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, except for my uncle Xuan Qingzi, who is good at refining bamboo in our Bamboo Sword Hall, how can there be a senior who is good at alchemy?"

"No, it should be said that my Bamboo Sword Hall is still in the sect except for Uncle Xuanqingzi, how can there be any other seniors?"

"Huang Yan Daoyou, are you deliberately making fun of my Bamboo Sword Hall?"

Huang Yan stopped, showing an expression that was even more surprised than Tang Xiaoji, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"You Bamboo Sword Hall don't have seniors who are good at refining medicine?"

"So, that's ......"

He gasped, and the gift box in his hand fell suddenly.

The disciples of the Huangsha Sect who were standing around the auditorium saw that they had put down the things in their hands and flew towards the gift box, and Huang Yan's face was already full of remorse.

......

With the refining of the Natal Immortal Sword, the living blood also established a wonderful relationship with Mu Chen.

At this moment, even if he doesn't sacrifice this sword out of the Qiankun bag, Mu Chen can still feel the mellowness and warmth like the vast ocean under the sun, and under the blessing of Kunshan jade, he will sort out Mu Chen's spiritual blood little by little.

It is said that jade can nourish people, but not many people know that the jade of living blood is more nourishing.

It's just that the blood of the ancients is impartial, there is no good or evil, no distinction between good and evil, but with some primitive and barbaric beastliness, it is immersed in Mu Chen's body little by little, and it is not discovered by anyone......

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Mu Chen was still refining the fairy sword when he heard a noisy knock on the door, as well as a familiar shout.

"Senior Brother Mu, you've been back for a few days, why haven't you come out to look for me?"

"Senior brother, open the door, I know you're there!"

He opened his eyes, put away all the rice paper and hard pieces on the table, and then pushed the door open.

The cool breeze penetrated into the bamboo house, and the bright sunlight in the early morning was mixed with a hint of coolness, Mu Chen squinted and looked, it was really Fu Yi's talk.