"I'm He Nanshan of the He family." He Nanshan stopped talking and took out the family token and handed it over.
"People from the He family...Okay, you can go in." A big man took out a list and looked it up. Another big man quickly checked the token, nodded to He Nanshan, and then looked at Long Zaiye.
Long Zaiye was at a loss. I remember that when I came to Moyunling to participate in the trade fair last time, no one asked about my identity, let alone checked the token.
"Whose family are you from, token." Seeing him stunned, a middle-aged big man repeated.
"Oh, Long family, Long Zaiye." Long Zaiye also took out the family token.
The two big men looked through the list and checked the name tag.
"Sorry, the Long family is not invited and cannot participate in this trade fair." Soon, the big man handed back the token and said to Long Zaiye with a fake smile.
Although the words were polite, the smile was clearly full of sarcasm.
He came to the trade fair without receiving an invitation. It was obvious that he wanted to find an opportunity to curry favor with the upper-class family. They had seen too many such small families. If it weren't for the orders of several family heads, saying that although such families were despised by people, they were fellow demon cultivators after all, and they should not offend them too much, they would have thrown this shameless old man off the mountain long ago.
"What, do you need an invitation to participate?" Long Zai Ye finally came to his senses and asked in surprise.
"Elder Long, don't you know that the rules were changed decades ago?" He Nanshan was also a little surprised.
The rules of the Moyunling Trade Fair have not been changed in a day or two. Any decent family has heard about it. Long Zai Ye, as the supreme elder of the Long family, didn't know about it.
How could he know that the Long family has been getting worse and worse in recent years. It's good enough to keep the foundation left by their ancestors. How can they care about the trade fair?
Moreover, Long Zai Ye has been in Jiumang Mountain for decades, so of course he knows nothing about the change of the rules of the Moyunling Trade Fair.
"You can come whenever you want before, why change the rules?" Long Zaiye blushed and muttered.
The Long family was one of the four great families of magic cultivators. As the supreme elder of the Long family, it was embarrassing for him to be so ignorant.
"We don't want to change it, but every time there is a trade fair, there are always those shameless small families who come to flatter and try to get promoted by making friends with the upper-class families.
If it were young juniors, it would be fine, but there are many family elders among them. They don't feel ashamed, but we do.
For the sake of our reputation and the reputation of the world's magic cultivators, we can only keep these shameless people out." A big man pretended to be helpless and said.
But his eyes kept staring at Long Zaiye jokingly. Obviously, this was the shameless person he was talking about.
To be honest, they didn't want to hurt Long Zaiye's face like this. After all, the head of the family had instructed that as people in the same magic way, even if they offended others, they should not offend others too badly.
But who made this old man so ignorant?
Although there were people who shamelessly came to curry favor with him at every trade fair, others still had a sense of shame. Once they were discovered, they would hide their faces and leave in shame, not wanting to say a word.
This old man actually had the nerve to complain. Since he was determined to humiliate himself, they certainly didn't need to be polite to him.
Flattering and making friends with the upper-class families... How could Long Zaiye not understand his sarcastic eyes, and how could he not know who he was talking about? His old face was red with anger.
The Long family was once one of the four great magic cultivation families. Although it had been in decline for many years, Long Qianli suddenly appeared and destroyed the three great masters of the Tang family with one sword. Do they need to flatter and curry favor with the upper-class families to get to the top?
It was also Long Zaiye's bad luck. With the demise of the Tang family, the Long family has been in the limelight recently. If someone else came, he would have heard of the Long family more or less, and would not dare to be so rude to him.
But these two middle-aged men were only responsible for guarding the family on weekdays, and they had not even left the family gate many times. They had never heard of the Long family, and how could they take the elders of the Long family seriously.
The He family and the Long family were far apart, and He Dongming and He Dongyu had been practicing hard behind closed doors during this period, and they had not heard of the rising reputation of the Long family.
After hearing the words of the middle-aged guard, the contempt in their eyes increased a little.
"How old is he, and he actually came to Moyun Ridge to curry favor with his thighs. Doesn't he know how to be ashamed?" He Dongming gathered his energy and transmitted his voice, sneering.
"If he knew how to be ashamed, he wouldn't have taken advantage of his old friend. Two yellow-grade magic tools for one black-grade magic tool, he is
so unlucky." He Dongyu gathered his energy and transmitted his voice, obviously still brooding over the matter of the Juling Jade. "Master Xuanzu treated him as a friend, but he treated Master Xuanzu as a fool, so shameless." Speaking of this, He Dongming was also full of resentment and indignation.
Although the difference between Xuan-grade magic tools and Huang-grade magic tools is only one level, the price difference is at least ten times. If it is a low-grade Huang-grade magic tool versus a high-grade Xuan-grade magic tool, the price difference is as high as a hundred times.
It would be fine if Lord Xuanzu was reluctant to give them the soul-gathering jade, but he actually exchanged one soul-gathering jade for two Huang-grade magic tools. He felt angry just thinking about
it. If Lord Xuanzu had not always been a man of his word in the clan, and the He family's prosperity for hundreds of years was also due to Lord Xuanzu's wide range of friends, he would have wanted to point at Long Zaiye's nose and curse.
"Lord Xuanzu is a kind person, so it's okay to let him take advantage of it. The Shen family is not so easy to fool, I want to see what he has to say." He Dongyu said with gloating.
The trade fair in Moyunling was jointly held by several magic cultivation families, and the most powerful of these families was the Shen family, one of the four major magic cultivation families. It would be
better if this old man Long got out of here early. If he continued to make trouble, he might be thrown down the mountain by the Shen family.
He was jealous and hateful of the grandparents and grandchildren of the Long family, and he wished that they would be in trouble.
He Nanshan certainly didn't know what the two grandsons were talking about in the Qi Condensation Telepathy. Seeing Long Zaiye's face flushed with shame and anger, he was also a little embarrassed.
Others didn't know the glory of the Long family in the past, but he and Long Zaiye had known each other since childhood, so he knew it very well.
"My two fellow Taoists, the Long family..." He Nanshan took a step forward and was about to point out the origin of the Long family, but he stopped abruptly when the words came to his lips.
There are too many families in the world of cultivation that have experienced great ups and downs. Not to mention one of the four great demon cultivation families, even the hidden families have gradually declined and even disappeared.
If he told the origin of the Long family at this time, it might not make the two guards look at Long Zaiye differently. It might even make Long Zaiye even more embarrassed and humiliated.
Once one of the four great families of magic cultivators, they have fallen to the point where they can’t even receive an invitation to a trade fair. Isn’t this shameful enough?
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