The fairy father

Zuiyue Tower, second underground floor, elegant moon-viewing room.

Sixteen low tables were placed in two rows, and sixteen young girls stood barefoot behind the tables, responsible for serving today's sixteen distinguished guests.

There is a magic screen covering the main seat. The screen blocks out the exploration of spiritual consciousness and immortal consciousness. It can be vaguely seen that there are incense burners and piano cases inside.

When night fell, the places in Zuiyue Tower were gradually filling up with guests, but this place was still quite quiet.

Wearing a brand new Taoist robe, Wei Yanzi, as one of the sixteen distinguished guests, arrived here in a hurry and was led to the third position on the left by Sister Yingying.

Wei Yanzi sat down calmly, raised his hand and touched his mustache, with a slight smile on his lips, and sat cross-legged behind the low table to meditate.

On a normal day, when the girl behind him was waiting for her, Taoist priest Wei Yanzi would put on a gentle look, talk about life with the girl, hold her hands, and show off his elegance as a great immortal.

But today, Wei Yanzi really didn't dare.

he……

He doesn't understand!

What happened to my sect?

When did the sect popularize the transformation spell?

Elder Yan Sheng transformed into a little bee, now hiding in his sleeve! When he drinks some wine later and gets into the mood, can the elder not slap him to death?

Wei Yanzi's soul smiled bitterly and continued to meditate there, determined not to drink alcohol today.

Not long after, twelve people occupied the sixteen seats.

Elder Yan Sheng sent a message: "Stop pretending, I haven't cleared your memory yet. Relax and observe everything carefully."

Wei Yanzi opened his eyes, looked at the people on the left and right, and soon discovered... there were two middle-aged women among the guests?

Wei Yanzi speculated that these two middle-aged women should be from Zuiyue Tower, and they should be replacing two guests who are inconvenient to show up, so as to avoid the embarrassing situation of empty seats.

Who will be the evil demon of the Blood Demon Palace?

Wei Yanzi looked to his left. What caught his attention were two middle-aged male cultivators. They were both well-known casual cultivators in the city. They had met each other before.

He looked to the right. Two young male cultivators in rich and luxurious clothes stood out. They were both 'elegant men' from the coast of the East China Sea. Their actual age was several thousand years old. They always liked to pretend to be young and young.

After looking around, Wei Yanzi didn't notice anything strange.

The cultivation levels of these people are similar to him, or below him.

At this moment, laughter came from the door, but it was 'Sister Yingying' who led the two guests inside.

Two strands of true immortality?

Wei Yanzi squinted his eyes slightly and was immediately attracted by the burly old man on the left.

This true immortal old man was at least nine feet tall. He wore a simple bronze mask on his face, his long gray hair was combed back, and he carried a huge bronze sword box on his back.

The old man was half a body behind the young immortal next to him.

The young-faced True Immortal was dressed in a white robe and had her long hair tied up with a headband, which made her look a bit coquettish.

Yan Sheng asked: "Who are these two people?"

Wei Yanzi said:

"A pair of master and servant, very famous casual cultivators in the city.

“The younger one’s name is Tuoba Han, nicknamed Huajian Prodigal Son, and he is a regular customer of Zuiyue Tower.

"Tuoba Han comes from the Tuoba family, a family of cultivators in the East China Sea. When he has finished wandering outside, he will go back and take over the family business. Next to him is his servant, whose specific name is unknown.

"I heard people say that when Tuoba Hanyuan was in the fairyland, he was already walking around in various towns on the coast of the East China Sea. He was a confidant and had a good reputation among casual cultivators.

"He is not a demon cultivator, he is just a slut, and he doesn't have much interaction with our Wan Yun Sect.

"The old man wearing the mask has a nickname, Tuoba Sword Slave, a master sent by the Tuoba family to protect this young master."

Elder Yan Sheng nodded slowly and said: "This young face's True Immortal Realm is illusory and is just a cultivation level spurred by dual cultivation techniques. That old man must be careful. The second-grade True Immortal has strong immortal power, and I always feel that I have seen him somewhere. Pass him."

Wei Yanzi's heart trembled slightly and he quickly said yes.

As soon as Tuoba Han arrived, the two young-looking guests stood up to greet him. They exchanged a few words with each other, and one could hear the two people's flattery towards Tuoba Han.

Tuoba Han took his seat from the first position on the right, and the sword slave quietly took his seat from behind, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Wei Yanzi couldn't help but tell Elder Yan Sheng: "Oh, I brought a true immortal servant to this place, just to show off."

"Looking for the evil spirit."

"Hey, yes."

Wei Yanzi looked at the two empty seats with a little more thought in his eyes.

Hasn’t peace come yet?

Then I heard Yingying's delicate laughter coming from outside the door: "Senior, I didn't expect you to come in person today. Jia'er's blessing is really enviable."

A middle-aged Taoist wearing a purple robe stepped inside, with a thin face and a hooked nose, which was quite impressive.

The third true immortal.

Wei Yanzi immediately called out: "Elder, look at this person. Linhai Sanren Xiao Mianzi, the boss behind the largest pawn shop in Dong'an City, is also a true immortal. He usually goes out to Jian out. I only saw him once in Zuiyue Tower. , he has a very bad reputation in the romantic circle, and he always likes to torture those poor women."

Yan Sheng muttered for a few times: "Don't stare at him. There is something strange in this person's body."

Wei Yanzi's eyes lit up, he picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

The middle-aged Taoist was led to the second position on the right, where Tuoba Han bowed his head.

There was only one seat left in the venue. Just when Wei Yanzi thought Li Ping'an was about to appear, Sister Yingying brought another old man wearing a blood-colored robe.

The old man sat next to the door. After taking his seat, he glanced around and revealed a sneer on his lips.

As expected, the stronger ones all appear at the back.

In this short time, four true immortals had already arrived at the small pavilion banquet in Zuiyue Tower.

Wei Yanzi whispered: "Ping An is not coming? There are no seats here. I have never seen this old man before."

Yan Sheng said: "This person is a practitioner of demonic arts."

Wei Yanzi quickly called out: "Ah? He is the evil demon of the Blood Demon Palace? Should we arrest him directly?"

"Such a demonic cultivator dares to come so blatantly. He must be determined. Don't act rashly. Logically speaking, spies from the Blood Demon Palace wouldn't be so obvious."

At this moment, Sister Yingying came in, and several musicians came behind the screen.

Wei Yanzi briefly introduced Elder Yan Sheng.

Sister Yingying's real name is Sun Yingying. She is from Huangu. She is the apparent shopkeeper of Zuiyue Tower. She is capable and personable. She reports directly to Granny Yin Lin and is quite experienced in dealing with others.

Sun Yingying will host the outing banquet.

She briefly exchanged greetings and got straight to the point:

"You are all regular customers of our Zuiyue Tower. Being able to come to watch Jia'er's wedding is really a blessing that Jia'er cultivated in her previous life.

"There is another distinguished guest tonight. He is determined to win Jia'er's wedding banquet."

After Sun Yingying finished speaking, a black figure slowly stood up from the shadow of the corner.

The immortals couldn't help but secretly frown, and the old sword slave also opened his eyes and looked over.

They hadn't noticed anyone there before.

Two maids moved a low table and placed it in front of the first person on the left; from this position, as long as you turned slightly sideways, you could see directly behind the screen.

Wei Yanzi took a closer look and almost laughed.

Isn't this Li Ping'an? The fake identity he used was wearing a half-face mask.

Elder Yan Sheng sent a message: "Look at Ping An, and look at you again. Ping An may have found the evil demon in the Blood Demon Palace now."

Wei Yanzi was afraid of exposing any flaws, so he put on a curious expression and stared at Li Ping'an's figure.

'Mo Qing' Li Ping'an calmly took his seat from his 'special seat'. Two barefoot girls came behind him, knelt down and sat aside, laying out fine wine and fresh fruits.

Li Ping'an glanced everywhere and let out a cold snort from the tip of his nose.

The old man in blood robe who was farthest from the screen at the door was unhappy:

"Happy Valley, what does this mean?"

Sun Yingying glanced at Li Pingan.

She didn't know why this distinguished guest made such arrangements, so she could only smile and say:

"Senior, please don't be angry. This is the rule of our Zuiyue Tower. Everyone's seating arrangements are based on the number of spiritual stones you have supported me in the Zuiyue Tower.

"This fellow Taoist is certainly one of our distinguished guests at Zuiyue Tower. He is the only one who has come to our Dong'an City for the first time today."

"oh?"

The pink-faced Tuoba Han smiled and said:

"I have never seen this fellow Taoist. I am Tuoba Han, from the Tuoba family in Donghai."

Li Ping'an calmly held up his hands and said directly: "I am determined to win the beauty tonight. Everyone, please come back as soon as possible."

"Isn't it too much for you to say that?"

A young-looking Rogue Cultivator Yuan Xian hummed:

"Today we are all here to celebrate the beautiful lady. In the end, the one with the highest bid will be entitled to the spring breeze!"

Another young-looking casual cultivator Yuan Xian said: "Who can sit here without a few squares of spiritual stones?"

"Ha," Li Ping'an sneered, "I advise you not to humiliate yourself."

"Good boy!"

Linhai Sanren Xiao Minzi's eyes burst out with a cold light, and he said with a smile:

"I like your character. Let's see if the wallet around your waist is so big. I can't let you do it tonight."

Most of the others just looked at the masked black-robed Taoist like a spectator.

Wei Yanzi groaned a few times and spoke to the immortal elder in his sleeve:

"Elder Yan...why do I feel that our Ping An is the most demon-like here?"

"Nonsense! Go back and copy the rules three hundred times!"

Wei Yanzi's body trembled, but now he was addicted to drama. He put down the wine glass in his hand and said with a wry smile: "I am just a little butler. I'm afraid I can only look at the beauty tonight."

Sun Yingying smiled sweetly and said: "Master Yan, you are joking. Who doesn't know your importance in Dong'an City? Although it cannot be said that you can cover the sky with one hand, your words will shake Dong'an City three times."

Wei Yanzi secretly thought something was wrong, but before he could speak, his forearm was kicked hard by the little bee from the Heavenly Realm.

Wei Yanzi hurriedly said: "I don't dare to say that, I don't dare to say that!"

That Tuoba Han was also a seasoned veteran. He took the initiative to change the topic, raised his hands and said with a smile: "This is the deacon Wei Yanzi of Wanyun Sect? I have admired you for a long time, does your sect still accept disciples? Can I go to practice?"

The old man in blood-robed clothes at the door sneered: "Wanyun Sect is really lucky. Immortal of great wealth and quasi-immortal of great enlightenment appeared in your sect at the same time."

A person with good intentions asked: "When will Wan Yun Sect become the number one sect?"

"It's a pity that the quasi-immortal Dawu is not here, otherwise what would we be fighting for?"

"Hahaha! If Dawu Quasi-immortal comes here, Pindao is willing to spend all his family wealth to hire all the beauties arranged by Zuiyue Tower in the next ten years and send them to Dawu Quasi-immortal! I only ask Dawu Quasi-immortal to accept my incompetent son. Become a disciple!”

These sixteen people said something to each other, and the atmosphere at the table suddenly became much more cheerful.

Sun Yingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Tuoba Han.

She clapped her hands gently, the musicians began to play slowly, and several women wearing only bellybands and gauze skirts entered and danced.

In the corner, Li Ping'an closed his eyes and rested, continuing to maintain his cold and arrogant persona.

It's quite satisfying to be a demon cultivator who directly attacks people.

This is the joy of life that Li Pingan has never experienced before.

…

‘There were three big fishes at the small wedding banquet. ’

Li Ping'an observed in the corner for a long time. With 10% of his spiritual sense, 90% of his insight, and 90% of the heavenly workmanship, he had locked the scope of the evil demon of the Blood Demon Sect. among the three.

The old sword slave behind Tuoba Han is a second-grade true immortal. The immortal power in his body seems to be immortal magic, but it actually hides magic power.

The old man in blood-robed clothes at the door had put on several disguises, was a fourth-level true immortal, practiced poison skills, and was the most difficult master present.

A middle-aged man with an aquiline nose, Xiao Mianzi, a seventh-level true immortal. His soul is tainted with a trace of murderous aura. On the surface, he looks sanctimonious, but in fact, he is a serious murderer.

——The others have not been completely freed from suspicion, but these three are more suspicious.

While they were playing music and dancing to warm up the scene, Li Pingan had already begun to think about how to weigh the background of these three people.

Wei Yanzi and Elder Yan Sheng are on the left. He also has the jade beads transformed by his master in his sleeves, so there will be no problem if he directly attacks them.

But today, in this Zuiyue Tower, it would be best for Master not to take action.

Otherwise, the vest that he worked so hard on will be scrapped directly.

Li Ping'an already had an idea in his heart, and asked the weapon spirit of Wanxiang Tiangongtu to continue to observe everyone beside Yuanshen, while he continued to perform a big play called "Madman".

The music behind the screen changed its tune, and the dancers bowed their heads and retreated.

Sun Yingying stepped forward again, bowed and saluted everywhere, and said with a smile: "My beautiful son is eighteen years old, and his cultivation aptitude is also very good. Now he is in the realm of refining the void."

Li Pingan's Yuanshen curled his lips slightly.

Only ghosts believe it.

After cultivating the void at the age of eighteen, you can directly go to a large sect to become an immortal seedling, which is estimated to be eighteen years and one hundred and twenty months.

Sun Yingying smiled and said: "Jia'er likes to recite poems and is good at playing the qin. Several luthiers in Zuiyue Tower praised her for her excellent qin skills. However, she doesn't like fighting. She has never learned any fighting skills. She puts her love on the qin. , I love the piano... Jiaer, how about playing the piano for all of you, sir?"

The curtain behind the screen swayed, and a weak woman in a long skirt came holding a piano.

Through the screen, only her graceful figure could be seen, her silk hair could only be seen, and her delicate and beautiful face could only be faintly seen.

The woman holds the piano and bows her head in salute, as if the breeze is blowing willows. She slowly sits down behind the writing desk and lowers her head to adjust the strings of the piano.

The eyes of the more than ten male cultivators present were all shining at this moment.

In such a hazy place, it is easy to feel the beauty. The three young gentlemen couldn't help but start reciting poems.

Sudden.

The Yuanxian who was sitting next to the screen, wearing a black robe and a black half-face armor, actually leaned forward, held up the screen, and stared at the beauty behind the screen.

After a few bang-dong sounds, the sound of the beauty tuning the piano suddenly became chaotic.

Li Ping'an took a closer look and felt that this 'Jia'er' was not an all-powerful woman. At most, she had the foundation of Xiaojiabiyu, plus the Qingzheng Immortal Technique to create a worldly temperament. In terms of figure, she was not as good as her own priest sister, with her melon-seed face. quite pretty.

‘It’s also wrong, you shouldn’t compare your junior sister with the Zuiyuelou girl. ’

The woman named Jia'er was really stunned. She pursed her lips slightly, frowned and looked at Li Ping'an, and whispered: "Don't look at it."

"Ah, okay, I'm still shy."

Li Ping'an sat up straight, and then felt the angry eyes of more than a dozen people around him.

If looks could kill, he would be cut to pieces with a thousand cuts.

Li Ping'an secretly laughed, how could he anger these people so easily.

Sun Yingying walked to Li Pingan's side with a smile, took a soft cushion, knelt down between Li Pingan and the screen, spread out her skirt elegantly, and said with a smile:

"Jia'er, play the piano."

The sound of tinkling piano soon came from behind the screen.

Jia'er lowered her head to play the piano, and there were already guests greeting the woman who was serving behind her, handing over the magical storage instruments and magic weapons one after another.

This is where the bidding begins.

Li Ping'an stayed still and watched the battle for the time being.

After the three songs were played, the screen was moved away, and the female cultivator from Zuiyue Tower named Jia'er stood up and bowed.

All the Taoists at the banquet smiled.

Sun Yingying smiled and said: "Jia'er, go to your boudoir to decorate it."

"Yes, Sister Yingying."

Jia'er responded softly, raised her head and glanced at the male cultivators in the venue, with a bit of timidity and confusion in her eyes, lowered her head and walked away with broken steps.

She didn't go far and went to wait in the small room next door, also listening to the goings on in the banquet hall.

Sun Yingying took the jade talisman on the side and said with a smile: "The one who has the most products now is fellow Taoist Xiaominzi, with a total of one spiritual stone and two immortal treasures."

Li Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He naturally knew that there was a big difference between the Immortal Treasure and the Immortal Treasure. These two Immortal Treasures sounded bluffing, and they were most likely just half-finished products that had been refined.

But is it just a spring breeze and the price is so high?

Happy Valley is definitely the richest demon cultivator. If ASEAN is short of food and grass...

The old man in blood-clothed clothes at the door threw out a ring and said calmly: "I am short of a virgin cauldron, so please give in. It will also be of infinite benefit to the beauties."

Sun Yingying took the ring, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This senior gave me one and a half spiritual stones and two fairy treasures."

The maid behind Xiao Minzi moved forward and placed the two storage magic weapons next to Xiao Minzi.

Xiao Minzi said calmly: "I have two sides."

"Tsk," Tuoba Han chuckled, "I am very fond of Jia'er, but the spring breeze is not beautiful at all. How about I offer five spiritual stones and four fairy treasures to redeem Jia'er's life?"

Sun Yingying covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Fellow Taoist is really generous, but this is not in line with the rules of my Zuiyue Tower. I do not allow redemption. Don't worry, after tonight, Jia'er will not have any outsiders for the next ten years. guest."

Li Ping'an suddenly felt at ease.

If there is a spring breeze and ten years of follow-up, then the price is not too outrageous.

Li Ping'an said calmly: "This fellow Taoist looks young. Why don't you and I decide the outcome today? Let's forget about these old men. We're not afraid of ruining the beauty."

After saying that, Li Ping'an threw the storage magic weapon he received from Granny Yin Lin directly to Sun Yingying.

Although Sun Yingying tried her best to keep smiling, she really couldn't stand it at the moment.

Is this guy trying to cause trouble?

I just took out all the spiritual stones given by my mother-in-law!

It would be best to raise the price a little bit to make the atmosphere here warmer. As long as fellow Taoists start fighting, don't they hope to earn more spiritual stones?

Really are!

Won’t this scare other people away directly?

Sun Yingying continued to smile and said: "The spiritual stones and precious materials given by this Taoist friend are almost three and a half square meters, plus four immortal treasures... Jia'er is really lucky."

Tuoba Han looked troubled and said with emotion: "Beautiful women are rare, so you shouldn't be stingy. I will give you four spiritual stones."

The old man in blood-clothed clothes casually took back the stored magic weapon he had thrown out, and said calmly: "You can just find it if you want."

The hook-nosed Xiaominzi said calmly: "Sifang, add six more immortal treasures."

Sun Yingying's eyes shone.

She really didn't expect it to have such an effect!

Li Pingan curled his lips, threw a storage ring in his hand, and said calmly: "Liu Fang."

Sun Yingying was stunned for a moment. She picked up the storage magic weapon and took a look. There were indeed spiritual stones inside, and this distinguished guest was not talking randomly.

Wei Yanzi couldn't sit still.

However, Wei Yanzi thought of the financial resources of his wealthy Immortal. These six-direction spiritual stones... were not as good as the rewards given by the door for a safe trip back then.

Elder Yan Sheng said in a deep voice: "Wei Yanzi? How many spirit stones do you have here? It seems that Ping An really likes this woman. If you can't give him more, you can build him a house outside to raise her."

Wei Yanzi:...

We are the righteous sect!

Elder, are you taking too much care of peace?

What did Master Dazhi say? Double standards, yes, this is an unabashed double standard!

"Okay! I'm glad! Pindao is following!"

Suddenly hearing a soft drink, Tuoba Han stood up, his eyes full of light, staring at Li Ping'an.

He raised his hand and made a move. The sword box behind the sword slave heard the sound of Qing Yue's sword, and a silver-white fairy sword flew out of it.

"This sword is a top-grade immortal treasure, worth twenty square meters of spiritual stones. I will give the sword to this beautiful woman today!"

Tuoba Han smiled and said:

"I don't want to get angry with you, I really like Jia'er, but I don't know if you can accept her?

"I have a poem for a beautiful woman.

"The sword energy spans three thousand miles and returns to the drunken beauty after stepping on the moon. But if the golden crow rises in the east, the drunken beauty will return to the Ming Dynasty."

Two young Yuanxians on the side applauded:

"Wonderful! Fellow Taoist Tuoba!"

"I would like to congratulate fellow Taoist today!"

Tuoba Han was very proud and looked at Li Ping'an, seeming to feel condescending.

Li Pingan stood up slowly.

Sun Yingying already wanted to tell him to forget it. They had a more beautiful daughter who had not yet left the court, and this top-quality spiritual sword was a pure profit.

However, before Sun Yingying could speak, Li Ping'an's eyes shone brightly behind the mask.

A long sword flew out of Li Ping'an's sleeve, hovered for several weeks, and landed in front of Sun Yingying.

Two characters are engraved on the sword hilt: Wentian.

The creation of master weapon refiner Mo Wentian!

Sun Yingying took a closer look, and there was no mistaking it. This was the top-quality fairy treasure forged by Brother Mo Wentian!

"Yingying," Li Ping'an said calmly, "Let's estimate the price."

Sun Yingying said hurriedly: "This! This sword will transform into a spiritual treasure in the future, which is difficult to estimate! Do you really want to give this sword away?"

"What I don't lack most is magic weapons, you know."

Li Pingan walked forward with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"I also have a poem to give to this sword.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide your body and name."

"I would like to thank fellow Taoist Tuoba for giving in."

After saying that, Li Ping'an walked straight towards the inner hall, constantly calculating in his heart.

Still not taking action?

Tuoba Han's arms were trembling, his face seemed to be distorted for a moment, and the sword box behind the sword slave was trembling.

The old sword slave of the second-level True Immortal suddenly opened his eyes.

Qing Su and Yan Sheng were both ready to take action.