Chapter 1417 Serving Wine

Xu Yi said: "When it comes to this trial disciple, I also remembered something. According to what I have seen, the outer disciples of the Donghua Immortal Sect can only practice the first and second turns of the true essence, and even some inner disciples only have the first and second turns of the true essence. How can it be that the cultivation levels of the disciples of these three categories are not very different after the second level of cultivation, and how can we distinguish the levels?"

The square-faced man in purple shirt muttered: "Of course there is a difference. Although the inner sect, outer sect and trial disciples are in the same realm, the skills they understand, the treatment they enjoy, and the threshold for advancement are completely different. The details of this are beyond our ability to explain. He said, one day when Brother Wang officially enters the Donghua Immortal Sect, he will be able to understand it for himself, no need for us brothers to say anything."

Xu Yi nodded and roughly figured out some key points.

In fact, he heard Mu Guangming say that inheritances such as the Immortal Sect are mostly inherited by relatives and are rarely restricted. The reason why people are flocking to the Celestial Temple this time is because the opportunity to open the Immortal Sect is really rare.

Therefore, the division of disciples in the Immortal Sect may not be based solely on the level of cultivation.

The round-faced purple-shirted man looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late. If we delay any longer, Manager Liu will become suspicious. We must leave immediately."

Now the three of them hurried towards the northwest. The two men with round faces and purple shirts seemed to have a secret method to lock the team's position. However, they caught up with the team led by a group of people in blue with just a stick of incense.

Xu Yi, dressed as Wang Qianqiu, led a group of people to escort three groups of fog walls, heading south, and half an hour later they arrived at the foot of a green mountain.

Then I saw a large number of people scattered around, mostly people dressed in Tsing Yi nearby.

Farther away, there were more monks wearing non-standard clothes, each with a languid expression and depressed mood. Under the command of a man in green, they were pouring blood into the grooves embedded deep in the soil.

Obviously, most of these people are fat sheep captured by Donghua Xianmen.

Under the guidance of the round-faced purple-shirted man, Xu Yi led the group to a high ground on the left for more than a hundred feet and stopped the team.

There is a table and a chair on the high ground. On the table are four exquisite snacks and a jasper teapot.

A rich, white-faced middle-aged man without beard is sitting on an ivy chair, flanked by eight pretty maids in blue, either fanning themselves, playing flute, holding hand-washing soup basins, or serving the rich middle-aged man to eat.

The rich middle-aged man noticed the team and glanced at Xu Yi. Xu Yi took small steps and ran to the rich middle-aged man. He clasped his fists and said: "This is to inform Mr. Zhenlin. The T-shaped team is here to deliver business. Please ask Mr. Zhenlin to check it out." .”

After saying that, he held the Sumeru Ring containing the spiritual cannon in his palm and handed it to the wealthy middle-aged man.

This rich middle-aged man is in charge of this position, leading a group of apprentices, and is a confidant of a certain big shot - Manager Liu, also known as Liu Zhenlin. He likes to be arty and elegant throughout his life, and loves to be called Mr. Zhenlin.

Liu Zhenlin had a low cultivation level, but he had been in a high position for a long time. He had a certain magnanimity. He stretched out a pair of chopsticks made of cold jade from the West Sea, picked up a snow clam pearl pill, put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, without even raising his eyes, "Yes." Qianqiu, the errand is done, if you have nothing else to do, just go down."

A pretty maid in green clothes stepped forward and took the Sumeru ring from Xu Yi's palm.

Xu Yichong sent a message to Manager Liu: "I'd like to inform Mr. Zhenlin that my subordinates have something to report. I would also like to ask Mr. Zhenlin to step aside."

Liu Zhenlin frowned slightly, and the jade chopsticks he was protruding from stopped in the air. He paused for three breaths and said in a sullen voice: "Dong Zhu, Xia He, go and send everyone down, and do whatever needs to be done." What, don’t stick it down there, it’s an eyesore.”

After saying that, his eyes moved to Xu Yi and continued: "If you have anything to say, just tell me. These are all people I trust, so there is nothing inconvenient to say."

Xu Yi said: "My subordinates are rude and frightened. It's such a thing. This time I went out to capture a thief and got a Sumeru Ring. I'm grateful for Mr. Zhenlin's care over the past few days. However, I don't recognize him at all." I felt really uneasy, so I boldly gave this Sumeru Ring to Mr. Zhenlin, hoping that Mr. Zhenlin would not regard his subordinates as mean and would accept this gift with a smile, which might make his subordinates feel at ease a little bit."

Liu Zhenlin's slightly frowned eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and he pointed at Xu Yi and said: "Qianqiu, you are doing the same thing as me, it's tacky, tacky!"

At this point, I thought of something, and my voice suddenly turned stern, "Could it be that you secretly took the benefits from the hands of those monks behind my back?"

Xu Yi bowed and said: "How dare you, my subordinates? The Immortal Sect has an explicit order, and even if I have ten courages, I will never dare to disobey it."

The round-faced purple-shirted man and the square-faced purple-shirted man did not attack the monks holding the locks in the mist, which made Xu Yi even more curious.

After some questioning, he realized that it turned out that the Donghua Immortal Sect had its own regulations on how to deal with these monks, and issued a strict order strictly prohibiting those in charge from touching a group of monks, and the men in green who were accompanying them to protect them. There are also spies buried by the Immortal Sect, so no one dares to cross this thunder pond.

After Xu Yi finished speaking, Liu Zhenlin's expression turned warm again, and he waved his hands and said: "It's not easy for you down here, and the expenses are high. Liu is not short of spiritual stones. You can keep them for yourself. This filial piety can be accepted by Liu." yes."

Xu Yi held up a Sumeru Ring and made a bitter look: "Sir, if you don't accept it, you don't regard Qianqiu as one of your own. Qianqiu's heart is burning inside and out, and the pain is unspeakable. Sir, do you really want to reject people thousands of miles away?"

Liu Zhenlin pointed at Xu Yi and said with a smile: "You boy, you have such a clever mouth. I never realized that you have such a clever mouth before. Come on, Liu can't bear to be such a wicked person. Haruyue, why don't you give it to Wang Commander?" Take a seat!"

Xu Yiliandao didn't dare, but the pretty maid in green clothes on Liu Zhenlin's left hand quickly conjured up an ivy chair and placed it in front of Liu Zhenlin.

Xu Yi sat with half his buttocks pressed against him. Liu Zhenlin laughed, pointed at Xu Yi and said, "You know how to play tricks, sit still and sit still."

As he was speaking, thoughts invaded Sumerujie, and he almost jumped up in shock.

When he thought about it, Wang Qianqiu's filial piety this time was apparently a Sumeru ring obtained by unintentionally destroying the enemy. It was probably three to five thousand spirit stones. But at this moment when thoughts invaded, what he saw was It is truly a Sumeru Ring that can only be possessed by the powerful Yang Zun.

The Sumeru Ring not only contains more than 30,000 spiritual stones, but also several bottles of elixirs, two magic weapons, some miscellaneous items, and what is even more wonderful is that there is a first-level wind element magic talisman.

He had received countless tributes in his life, but this time was the most thrilling to him. He could truly feel Wang Qianqiu's sincerity from this extremely heavy tribute.

"Good wine, good wine, the dew of spring and autumn from the Lord!"

Liu Zhenlin shouted repeatedly.

Surprise flashed across the faces of the two pretty maids in green clothes behind them, and they walked to the table. One of them was holding a flowing jade cup, and the other was holding a mutton-fat jade bottle. They raised their bare hands lightly, and dripped thick rose-red fairy dew into the cup. In the middle, I immediately smelled the fragrance from ten miles away.