Zhong Yue didn't know what the firebird liked him and would actually walk towards him. Could it be that it was the Nine Powers of the God-Man?

It shouldn't be that the nine powers of the gods and man could not even understand their own breath. What's more, the two general managers of the Zhang family didn't notice anything at the beginning. It must have been caused by the nine powers of the gods and man.

What is the reason?

After Zhang Jingyao rushed back to the square, he took Qinghui's people out of the heavenly chariot and walked towards the Yun Palace.

The tall bronze city tower was integrated, and many guests came one after another. Zhong Yue was also amazed by the grand scene. It was too luxurious here.

People say the villa in the middle of the mountain, this is simply a palace on the top of the mountain.

Walking into the Wuxin City Tower and looking at the towering palace from afar, it turns out that what I saw before was just a small meaning. The main hall in the distance was called towering into the clouds, and I could only see half of the clouds.

"Of course, except for two of you, the rest of you sit again according to the number of the white silk. Remember, don't sit in the wrong position. Try not to leave this Qingxin Avenue."

"yes."

Zhang Jingyao glanced at Zhong Yue and Xue Yuan and said, "You two, come with me."

Xue Hongqiong bowed to Zhong Yue slightly and said, "Sister, Consultant Zhong, then I'll go in first."

"Um."

Zhong Yue swept it hard and saw that there were nearly a thousand seats in this large square. Indeed, if all the candidates came to join the Yun Palace, then indeed, the girls at Qinghui Thirteen Bridges were still under some competitive pressure...

Fortunately, when Zhong Yue walked along the way, he saw many men. It seemed that not all of them were selected people who came to join Yungong.

"This is where you sit in Miss Xue."

Zhong Yue looked at the front of the Qingxin Avenue. It was indeed much nobler than the place before, at least the fruits and vegetables on the table looked much more. Of course, when I went to Yungong to attend the Sihai Banquet, no one could miss this meal.

"Thank you, Deacon Zhang."

"You are welcome. Mr. Zhong, come in with me."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "Get in?"

"Yes. The guests in the heaven and earth are all in the Lord Yun Palace Hall." Zhang Jingyao stretched out his hand to the Lord Yun Palace Hall and signaled Zhong Yue to walk forward.

Xue Yuan glanced at Zhong Yue enviously, and then looked into the seat on one side. She was indeed jealous of Zhong Yue's ability to enter the Yun Palace Lord's Hall for a banquet, but fortunately, Zhong Yue was a man, so this was her envy that a little weaker, otherwise she would be really angry to death by Zhong Yue.

"Deacon Zhang, I've been talking a lot just now. Now I want to ask for advice on something, but I wonder if I can?"

Zhang Jingyao was also cautious about this mysterious guest with the last name of Tian, ​​and said, "You said."

"Does there any ink rhyme in your Dantian?"

Zhang Jingyao was stunned, then looked puzzled and said, "Whoever, who has become the Tao of Concrete ink and enters the Tao of Concrete in the Dao relies on accumulating ink to enter the Dao of calligraphy and painting? Mr. Zhong asked this, do you think that my dignified deacon in Yungong did not enter the Dao?"

Zhong Yue didn't expect Zhang Jingyao to be so arrogant, so he could only laugh: "I was rude. I just asked, what is the possibility of accumulating the ink rhyme of the Dantian, the rest of the place is just an imaginary."

"This is impossible. Although the ink method that condenses the ink into the Tao is different from each sect, it is similar. The ink rhyme into the dantian is the most basic common sense, so don't think about it."

"Okay..." Zhong Yue was thinking randomly? If it were really what Zhang Jingyao said, Zhong Yue would not be so frowning.

There were obviously fewer seats in the main hall, with golden cups and silver cups, extremely luxurious. Many people around gathered together to talk and laugh. Did you glance at Zhong Yue, but you didn't notice any fluctuations in the ink rhyme on Zhong Yue, and you were a little surprised. Who is this? He could control the breath on his body so exquisitely?

Zhong Yue also looked straight and was thinking about his little jiujiu in his mind. From Zhang Jingyao's words just now, Zhong Yue could detect that it seemed that the accumulation of ink into the dantian in the essence of Condensing Ink into the Tao is a very basic step. In that case, there was indeed a problem with his path of Condensing Ink into the Dao.

He is now more like he is practicing bone method than ink method!

"Deacon Zhang, let me ask you, are you already in the forefront?"

Zhang Jingyao bit her silver teeth slightly. In her opinion, who can sit on the throne of the word "Tian" is not a powerful calligraphy and painting master in Zhongzhou? Is this still asking right away?

"Are I squatting in the edge of the world? Do you have no idea?"

Zhong Yue: “…”

“This is your seat.”

Zhong Yue murmured, but when he looked up at his position, he was frightened by the pomp.

this……

"Is this for me to sit alone?"

Zhong Yue looked at a long table, and there were several beautiful maids helping prepare meals. So many people served him alone?

"Yes."

Zhong Yue said, "This is my location, right?"

"Well. My mission is completed, so I will leave first."

"It's been a labor."

Zhong Yue detoured the long table and asked, "Are you all disciples of Yun Palace?"

"Please greet the guests, we are the outer disciples of Yun Palace. We say that disciples can also..." Although they treat each other with disciples, everyone in Yun Palace knows that outer disciples are the type of grandma who does not love his uncle and does not love him, and they are completely like maids who do odd jobs.

"Did the outer disciple? Did he also join the Yungong through offering sacrifices to calligraphy and painting?"

The woman poured wine for Zhong Yue and said, "I was selected to enter the Yun Palace. If I have poor qualifications, I can only be a disciple in the outer sect. If I can condense my ink into the Tao, I can be qualified to accept the guidance of the elders in the sect, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, the woman's eyes darkened.

The number of guests at the banquet gradually increased.

Zhong Yue asked, "What is your palace master, why is this feast for the Four Seas? To celebrate your birthday?"

The woman looked at Zhong Yue in surprise, "Don't you know?" She thought that every guest on the Tianzi throne was a master of calligraphy and painting, and everyone should know it.

Zhong Yue was speechless. He asked casually why he was always regarded as mentally retarded?

Seeing that Zhong Yue didn't speak, the woman smiled awkwardly, thinking that this young guest of honor seemed not very familiar with the practical things, so she felt that she had an opportunity to take advantage of it. She knelt down and said intimately: "Guest, in addition to the Palace Master's birthday, the more important thing about the Guardian Fruit in the depths of the clouds is that you are here for the Wuyou Fruit?"

Zhong Yue didn't expect that there was something like Wuyouguo. It seems that Shisanqiao's understanding of Sihai Banquet was only the simplest way to join Yungong.

Zhong Yue didn't plan to ask the girl Wuyouguo again, because he was afraid that this person would think he was an idiot. Instead of doing this, I'll just wait and see what happened later.

He doesn't have the right time to eat fruits?
Chapter completed!