The man shook his head with a smile and said, "Ancestor, today is the day of the seventeenth brother's great joy, and some time ago I promised him to have a drink when the time comes." ”

As he spoke, the large array of runes that were still emanating around his body had already fallen silent.

On the wall not far away, the light flickered, and seven or eight bronze torches with the thickness of the arm inlaid on the wall were lit up.

The bright light of the fire dispelled the darkness, illuminated the dark space, and saw the true faces of the two of them.

The one with some gray hair is the Tsing Yi ancestor who has been famous for a long time and has cultivated to the middle level of the early stage of the Yu Dan, and the man who stood up from the ground with a bare and dry body is the Zhao Qingshan who came to make the Zhao family famous.

Zhao Qingshan's hand brushed from the storage bag on his waist, a robe appeared in his hand, looked down at his withered body like an old vine, stretched out his hand and stroked it carefully, he couldn't tell what his expression was.

"What a good body, I will completely control it, I will completely merge with it, and when the time comes, this body will completely regain its vitality, I see which of you dares to bear my ......"

His somewhat muttered voice sounded in the space, and a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the real person in Tsing Yi on the side.

When the lights flickered, Zhao Qingshan put on a robe to cover the terrifying things on his body, and under the flickering lights, a beautiful young man appeared.

He touched his cheek, the corners of his mouth turned up, and looked back at the Tsing Yi Ancestor on the side, and the two of them walked outside one after the other......

Now if you want to come to the wedding of the Zhao family, it is really not easy, not to mention those big forces, naturally no one will dare to embarrass them when they come.

As for those nameless casual cultivators, if they want to get cheap, it's not so simple.

If everyone can't hand over two hundred spirit stones, they won't even be able to enter the gate of Zhaojiabao.

Even if they were handed over, the person who entertained them was not the groom official in new clothes, but several stewards of the Zhao family who did not have a high status.

The stewards didn't show too much good color for these casual cultivators or some small forces under the cultivation.

Over the years, with the strong rise of the young man in the green shirt, they have also risen to the top, and they have seen a lot of big scenes, even the two Supreme Elders of the Demon Spirit Sect have seen it themselves, and they naturally don't pay too much attention to these unpopular characters who want to come to the Zhao family.

Moreover, the seats that these loose cultivators sat on after coming were also different, they were listed separately, half a courtyard away from those who received invitations from the big forces, and the reception on both sides was also very different.

Mo Qing sat at a round table here, looking at the dishes on the table in front of him, and then at the hospitality of the VIP over there, he couldn't help but twitch.

This Zhao family is really fucking done, even if it is treated differently, the difference can't be so obvious, right?

"This fellow Daoist, today is the feast of the Zhao Mansion, you and I can participate here, it is really a blessing for the three lives, come, you and I drank this cup ......"

Regardless of whether these people around him pretended to be or not, anyway, Mo Qing didn't see any dissatisfaction with the Zhao family's arrangement from them, but instead looked happy one by one, drinking wine and laughing together.

Mo Qing is naturally not his real appearance now, at this time, he is a middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance, sitting at the round table, not talking much, but his two eyes glance at the wedding hall arranged in the distance from time to time.

It's almost noon, why hasn't the real top of the Zhao family come out yet?

I didn't want to bother, but couldn't it be that I had to spend my own effort to find them out one by one?

Mo Qing muttered in his heart.

“... Haha, this fellow Daoist, don't look at it, it's not time yet, the ancestor of Tsing Yi and the son of Tsing Yi will not come out.

If you want to see their honor, you still need to wait, come, you and I have drunk this cup first, and then we can welcome His Holiness. ”

As he spoke, a guy in a gray wide robe came to Mo Qing with a wine glass and said with a smile.

This guy is the most active person at the table, and he's already drunk with the rest of the guys.

Mo Qing sat here after he came here, not talking much, and the rest of the people naturally didn't take much care of him.

At this time, seeing this person say this, and walked to him with a wine glass, Mo Qing also took the opportunity to pick up the wine glass and touched one for this person, raised his head and drank it.

Then he sat there and waited, sometimes saying a word or two.

This kind of waiting did not last too long, when most of the guests who should have arrived had already arrived, Qingshu Zhenren and Zhao Qingshan, dressed in new clothes, appeared together, smiling and greeting everyone.

Qingshu Zhenren's etiquette was very thoughtful, even where Mo Qing and the others were sitting, they didn't ignore it, they also nodded with a smile, and everyone here also returned the salute in a mess.

Mo Qing's attention was on Zhao Qingshan, who was on the side of Qingshu Zhenren, and it was really this bastard!

Mo Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, but the hand in the sleeve was clenched.

Zhao Qingshu and the others over there naturally couldn't imagine that there would be people who wanted their lives hidden in a group of scattered cultivators with little strength here.

Not long after the greetings, someone shouted hello, saying that the auspicious time had arrived, and then the lively and festive music played, and a couple of newcomers came to the front of the main hall with each other's arms, and shook their bows to the Qingshu real person who was sitting on the hand.

The joy of getting married reached its highest in an instant.

In the sound of everyone's cheers and blessings, the crowd also became a little restless, some people wanted to go forward to see the demeanor of the ancestor of the Zhao family, and some people simply wanted to set off the festive atmosphere of getting married, and they also followed the congratulations.

Mo Qing got up and left his seat and walked towards the main hall, but before he could reach the place, he was stopped by the guards of the Zhao family.

The Zhao family still has guards around them today, and Mo Qing knows about this, with his powerful divine sense, these guards who only have the foundation building period will not be able to escape his eyes no matter how much they hide.

He didn't pay too much attention to these guards.

"Today is a day of great joy, and we will go over to congratulate it, which can be regarded as a sign of respect......"

Mo Qing's body turned slightly sideways, avoiding the guard's palm without a trace, but instead reached out and patted the guard's shoulder gently.

The guard also quieted down, lowered his arm, and stopped speaking, Mo Qing took advantage of the situation and walked over, and those people behind saw this scene, thinking that the guard acquiesced, and they all rushed forward.

It wasn't until later at the start of the battle that someone realized that the guard had been dead for a long time.

A couple of newcomers over there had just finished worshipping heaven and earth, and were kneeling to make tea with Qingshu Zhenren, and Zhao Qingshan on the side watched this scene with a smile.

Suddenly, the black and white light spots in the sky swarmed towards the hall, and a huge rusty axe came out of the sky and slashed at the hall!