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In the corner, two men in white were walking leisurely on the cobblestone path. The man in the lead had bright eyes and a temperament as elegant as orchid.
But the person behind him followed silently with a resentful look in his eyes.
After twisting his clothes again, Fu Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward and said, "Why do I have to wear this white clothes too?" Especially this white clothes looked particularly like the sect uniform of Wuwang Sect.
Seeing the suspicion in his eyes, Su Miao swung the silver bell transformed from the Beihan Sword, shaking it intermittently. "It is indeed the Wuwang Sect's sect uniform. After wearing it for a hundred years and not wearing it for only a year, you are so disgusted? Or is it that I, your disciple, do not want to stay with you?"
After taking off the immortal attire, Su Miao spoke in a rather unconventional manner, but this was the real her.
Fu Chen hurriedly shook his head: "Disciple doesn't mean that..."
Thinking of his past with this man, he swallowed the rest of the words.
Su Miao hung the bell around her waist, turned around and walked towards the lively place. Perhaps she also understood the rest of Fu Chen's words, but she didn't care.
She kept him only for her own Daoist heart, nothing more.
It turned out that today was the birthday party of the city lord Zhuang Yu. All the influential families in North City came, and the Su family was represented by the two brothers Su Daozhi.
Thinking of Su Youlin's various obstructions in the mansion, Su Miao just found it funny.
If you investigate carefully, there's nothing you can't find out. These people are really naive.
"The city lord is here!"
The maids stood on both sides. After a loud shout, Zhuang Shi walked out slowly.
He changed into a new set of clothes, looking elegant and luxurious, and even replaced the crown on his head with a fine feather crown.
The pressure of the Nascent Soul's spiritual power hung over everyone, and they couldn't help but bow their heads.
The disciples who were talking just now fell silent and lowered their heads. They were wearing the same clothes as the Wuwang Sect. Even the patterns on them were auspicious cloud patterns, and there was also a red pattern whose identity was unclear.
Seeing this, Su Miao finally couldn't help but say, "This Hehuan Sect really likes the Wuwang Sect. They even copied their clothing."
Having said that, the next moment she pulled Fu Chen and disappeared from the upstairs, appearing behind several disciples.
She patted the disciple closest to her, her face showing anxiety: "Brother, we are too late."
Zhuang Shi was invited to sit on a high seat. Everyone was looking ahead and did not notice this little episode.
Lu Qun turned around impatiently and saw a handsome little junior brother. He suppressed his temper and said, "It's okay. Senior Brother asked us to celebrate the City Lord's birthday. Why don't you come quickly!"
Following behind the disciple, Su Miao and the other two also learned the tasks of several disciples.
City Lord Zhuang is the father of their sect's eldest senior brother, and they also came to escort the gifts.
A disciple muttered quietly, "They could have just sent the contracted monster beast instead, but they made us go all this way."
Lu Qun stood up and scolded in a low voice: "Senior Brother's affairs are not your turn to discuss."
Su Miao echoed, "Brother, don't worry, we have no complaints, but why do you have to let us come?"
Lu Qun had originally just been showing off his power, but when he saw Su Miao flattering him, he pulled her away, saying, "I'll leave the congratulations to you."
Fu Chen naturally wanted to follow. Lu Qun took a look and remembered that he came with Su Miao, so he did not say anything to stop him.
Su Miao naturally did not suddenly find someone to get close to. She and Fu Chen were standing there and saw that the disciples were vaguely centered around Lu Qun, so she teleported behind him. Another reason was that she had recognized Lu Qun's identity.
Lu Qun pulled Su Miao's sleeve and led him to a less crowded place. As the crowd gradually thinned out, he loosened his grip and bowed, "You two fellow Daoists are probably not from the Hehuan Sect. I am Lu Qun, a young disciple of the sect."
He didn't act arrogantly in front of the disciples, and his behavior and words were not arrogant. At the end of his speech, he raised his chin slightly, with a bit of the arrogance of a young man.
As the sect leader's personal disciple, he does have the capital to be arrogant.
Su Miao lowered his brows and lightly shook the bell at his waist, but his voice was even clearer than the bell: "Indeed, it is not Miao Su, a disciple of Wuwang Sect's Sword Peak. Behind me is my junior brother Fu Chen."
Lu Qun did not think there was anything wrong with her self-reported identity. Wuwang Sect was different from them. Disciples did not have to look for a master, especially when the master of Jianfeng was the coldest Immortal Lord Beihan.
However... his suspicious gaze fell on Fu Chen, but Su Miao remained calm and composed.
"Fu? What's his relationship with Qiwu Fire Phoenix?"
Fu is the surname of the Fenghuang people, and only the most core lineage has this surname.
Fu Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, his face cold and his lips opened with disgust: "I have nothing to do with them."
Su Miao pulled him behind him and looked warily at the group of people on the road, but remained calm and composed: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, my junior brother's name was given by the Northern Cold Immortal Venerable. He really has nothing to do with Qiwudi."
Fu Chen stood behind her with his eyes wide open. It was like the first time he saw Su Miao like this.
To his surprise, Lu Qun nodded without any doubt, and then said, "Your Immortal Venerable is on par with my master."
Su Miao also nodded. She didn't expect Chong Ting to accept such a disciple. In her previous life, she was busy ascending to heaven and didn't even participate in the disciple's succession ceremony in the end.
No one was optimistic about this young disciple, but he ended up inheriting Chong Ting's legacy and becoming the sect leader.
Chong Ting is the current leader of the Hehuan Sect. In the past, there were two geniuses in the world of immortal cultivation, one was the Immortal Lord Beihan, and the other was Chong Ting.
Su Miao and Chong Ting had a close relationship, but this was before Chong Ting succeeded him as the sect leader.
The Hehuan Sect has always been at odds with the Wuwang Sect. Since Chong Ting succeeded as the sect leader, Su Miao has never seen her.
But they still kept in touch with each other privately, and no one knew about it.
Seeing Lu Qun showing all his emotions, Su Miao couldn't help but think of what Chong Ting had said in private -
"My little disciple is quite talented, but unfortunately he's a bit dull."
She laughed in her heart. If she wasn't stupid, she wouldn't be able to make such calculations.
After the two of them exchanged greetings, Lu Qun recognized Su Miao and the other two as his own people and took them to the second floor, which happened to be the attic where Su Miao had been standing before.
"Don't you need to congratulate the city lord?" Su Miao asked him tentatively.
Unexpectedly, Lu Qun did not hide his feelings, but relaxed his expression and curled his lips nonchalantly: "It's just a Yuanying, what's there to celebrate?"
He himself is a Nascent Soul, so it’s okay for him to say this.
Su Miaoqian laughed out loud: "Nascent Soul cultivators in Wu can seek a title, but why is the Lord of Zhuang staying in the North City?"
Fu Chen stood quietly aside. Upon hearing this, he looked up at his master who was smiling like a fox, cunningly and unobtrusively. He lowered his head blankly.
Lu Qun glanced around quickly. The people below were still speaking good words to City Lord Zhuang, and no one was paying attention to them.
He exhaled, raised his hand and set up a barrier. In a place he couldn't see, Su Miao added a layer of restriction on it. Only Fu Chen, who happened to lower his eyes, saw this scene, and he didn't say a word.
"Hush! You can't talk about this!" Lu Qun sat down and took out some melon seeds from his storage bag, and then took out a pot of good wine. He looked a little hesitant: "Is your junior brother an adult?"
A cultivator can basically live for several hundred years, so the adulthood he mentioned is naturally calculated as twenty years old in the human world.
If this is according to Fu Chen, he would have reached adulthood naturally, but according to the Phoenix's 300-year-old maturity, he has not. Su Miao shook his head: "It's fine for him to drink tea."
She took out a stack of tea leaves and a set of tea sets.
Lu Qun stopped her: "No need to go through so much trouble."
The next moment, a cup of tea appeared on the table, and someone suddenly called out from the corner below: "Where's my tea?!"
The people at the same table hurried to comfort him: "It's okay, at worst you can just ask the maid to bring you a lamp."
Another person is greeting the maid...
Su Miao looked at them for a while and said calmly, "Did they provoke you?"
The lucky ones happened to be the Hehuan Sect disciples she had met before, and they were also the group of people that Lu Qun scolded.
Lu Qun curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "It's not an offense, I just don't like them."
He reached out to hold Su Miao's shoulders, but seeing her beautiful yet exceptionally cold eyes, a chill ran down his spine. He shivered and withdrew his hand in frustration: "By the way, are there any of your fellow disciples in the Wuwang Sect who are jealous?"
He seemed to have said nothing, yet also seemed to have said everything.
Su Miao raised her hand and handed him the wine, her voice unusually gentle: "Practicing cultivation is difficult to begin with, so why bother about what others say?"
Lu Qun silently took the wine, raised his head and smiled, full of vigor and energy, as if he remained true to his original aspirations despite the storm. "Miao Su, from now on you will be my good brother. If you have any difficulties, just tell me!"
He slapped his chest heavily with his left hand, making a thumping sound. Noticing that there was another person, he quickly added, "Of course, Fuchen, you are also my good brother!"
The latter's gloomy expression froze, and he responded softly: "Yeah."
However, when Su Miao saw this scene, a look of "as expected" flashed across his eyes.
…
The congratulations continued. Seeing Su Daozhi and his men approaching, Su Miao turned around and said, "Let's go."
Fu Chen looked hesitant and glanced at Lu Qun, who was lying on the table and muttering to himself: "What about him?"
Lu Qun seemed to have heard their conversation as well. He turned his head away from the words he was complaining about and stretched out his hand to shake them: “You guys go and do your things first. I’m fine.”
"..." Su Miao raised his hand and placed a touch of spiritual power on him: "He will be fine, you don't have to worry."
Fu Chen muttered: "I'm not worried about him..."
Regardless of his hypocrisy, Su Miao carried him downstairs and followed Su Daozhi quietly.
They had invisibility talismans on them, so no one noticed anything unusual.
Zhuang Shi sat there, smiling as he watched everyone congratulate him. "Today is my birthday. I'm deeply grateful for all of you coming from so far away. I have something else to tell you today—"
Su Daozhi straightened his robe and walked out from the crowd with a smug look on his face.
Those who recognized him whispered to each other below: "This is the eldest master of the Su family, could the rumors be true?"
Some people were puzzled: "What rumor?"
"It is said that there will be an engagement between the Su family and the city lord's family..."
Someone said disdainfully, "City Lord Zhuang only has one son, Master Yu. Now he's a disciple of the Hehuan Sect and has reached the Golden Core stage. How is this possible?"
Even though the status of monks is not high, there are still people who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak.
Fu Chen was furious after hearing these words. He wanted to show up but was stopped by Su Miao: "Let them talk, it won't hurt anything."
Others could say a few words, but they couldn't really force her to marry Zhuang Yu.
Su Miao prides himself on treating everyone equally, but Zhuang Yu has bad intentions and is full of thoughts. People with bad intentions will surely receive retribution.
Besides, this marriage will not succeed, and she will not be the one to be embarrassed in the end.
Fu Chen snorted coldly and retreated behind him. Su Miao knew that he was angry again without looking back.
But she did not explain. She swung the silver bell at her waist and looked leisurely at the clear sky. There was not a single white cloud. The sky was vast and blue.
Today is a good day, what a pity.
Su Daozhi walked forward and stood beside the City Lord Zhuang, raising his chin slightly.
"Everyone," Zhuang Shi raised his palm to signal for silence, a smile on his face: "My son Zhuang Yu is indeed engaged to the eldest daughter of the Su family."
Someone in the audience whispered, "The eldest daughter of the Su family is the Northern Cold Immortal!"
There was an uproar for a moment, and Zhuang Shi nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it is the Immortal Lord Beihan."
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