"What is the bedroom cultivation technique?"
After delivering the wedding gift, on their way back to the banquet, Xuan Yu curiously asked.
"It's a method used by the groom and bride to exercise."
"Can Xu Immortal Family and I practice it?"
"..."
Xu Qing glanced sideways and met Xuan Yu's clear gaze.
"No, you can't!"
"Why?"
"No means no, this method can only be used by the groom and bride."
"Hmm..."
Seeing Xuan Yu was about to speak again, Xu Qing decisively changed the topic:
"When you gave the wedding gift earlier, why did you give away your favorite item?"
Xuan Yu earnestly replied, "Because that walnut was given by Uncle Feng, I don't really like it."
"..."
Xu Qing suddenly realized.
It turns out this cat cares more about who gives the gift rather than the item itself.
"Why are you unwilling to give away other things?"
"Because many of them are from Xu Immortal Family..."
...
At the official start of the banquet, Xu Qing deliberately chose that distant scenic tower, where mostly martial artists sat inside.
Compared to the hypocritical officials and merchants in the main hall, Xu Qing found these people from the martial world more interesting.
In the martial world, the Five Elements, all three religions and nine schools, you can meet all kinds of people. Xu Qing had just walked into the tower and already saw many people holding knives and swords.
No wonder the merchants invited these martial world people outside the hall.
Xu Qing passed several tables, and during this time, the Escort Master from Taian Escort Agency wanted to invite him to sit at the table, but he politely declined.
Those Escort Masters were well-connected, with reputations wide known in the martial world, and who knows how many people would disturb the meal with toasts.
Under normal circumstances, he might take the opportunity to network with customers and promote their business, but at this gathering...
Xu Qing wasn't particularly inclined to mingle with them.
Crossing the corridor, Xu Qing continued forward. When he reached the top floor of the tower, at a railing best for viewing, he suddenly stopped.
Beside Xu Qing, Xuan Yu also stopped.
In the distance at a side-by-side table there was a monk and a Daoist conversing.
One was fat, and the other was lean, but Xu Qing recognized them both.
The fat monk was someone old man Cui Shiyuan had encountered several times when he visited Cizhao Temple back in the day.
Moreover, on his return journey after he went to the grain storage warehouse in Jin Sect with Guan Dazhuang and others to deal with a rat plague, he also encountered a fat monk riding a donkey backward, the very monk now seated at this banquet.
Using the timeline of Cui Shiyuan meeting this fat monk, it should have been several decades ago.
Disregarding other reasons and just by age, this old monk should be nearing a century old.
Yet the monk's appearance hadn't changed at all.
Xu Qing finished observing the monk and then looked at the Daoist.
Though the Daoist's appearance had changed slightly, Xu Qing could still recognize him!
The Daoist was none other than the Baiyun Daoist from the Ruyi Temple on Yunmeng Mountain who crafted a Longevity Immortal Pill!
Xu Qing had initially planned to personally visit the Ruyi Temple on Yunmeng Mountain to meet this old Daoist, but he didn't expect to encounter him here unexpectedly.
This indeed is a narrow escape from fate!
Xu Qing gathered all his spirits, intending to take action but felt someone tugging desperately at his sleeves from behind.
He turned to look and saw Xuan Yu, with a pale face, tugging at his sleeve, trying to pull him outside the tower.
The fear in Xuan Yu's eyes was something Xu Qing had never seen before.
"Don't be afraid, today I'm accompanying you for this banquet, there's nothing to fear."
Xu Qing reached out and held the nearby girl's hand, his tone surprisingly calm.
The monk and Daoist at the table noticed the unusual commotion and both turned their heads to look at Xu Qing.
A serene-faced youth with fair complexion and a little girl seemingly afraid of strangers wanting to go home.
As the two looked over, Xu Qing also got a clearer look at their faces.
One was kind-faced, carrying a natural smile even without emotions.
The other was serious and solemn, appearing like a pure and ascetic Daoist.
Four seemingly completely different people, at this moment, their eyes intersected.
Xu Qing held onto the closely following Xuan Yu and entered the gathering.
"Amitabha Buddha." The fat monk, out of courtesy, chanted.
Baiyun Daoist's brows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased by this uninvited participant interrupting his conversation with the great monk.
After sitting down, Xu Qing suddenly said with a smile, "I never imagined that at this wedding banquet, I would see a monk and a Daoist at the same table. No wonder the fortune tellers say that there's a canopy in my fate."
"I wonder if I am fortunate enough to have the two mages enlighten me."
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Crossing the corridor, Xu Qing continued forward. When he reached the top floor of the tower, at a railing best for viewing, he suddenly stopped.
Beside Xu Qing, Xuan Yu also stopped.
In the distance at a side-by-side table there was a monk and a Daoist conversing.
One was fat, and the other was lean, but Xu Qing recognized them both.
The fat monk was someone old man Cui Shiyuan had encountered several times when he visited Cizhao Temple back in the day.
Moreover, on his return journey after he went to the grain storage warehouse in Jin Sect with Guan Dazhuang and others to deal with a rat plague, he also encountered a fat monk riding a donkey backward, the very monk now seated at this banquet.
Using the timeline of Cui Shiyuan meeting this fat monk, it should have been several decades ago.
Disregarding other reasons and just by age, this old monk should be nearing a century old.
Yet the monk's appearance hadn't changed at all.
Xu Qing finished observing the monk and then looked at the Daoist.
Though the Daoist's appearance had changed slightly, Xu Qing could still recognize him!
The Daoist was none other than the Baiyun Daoist from the Ruyi Temple on Yunmeng Mountain who crafted a Longevity Immortal Pill!
Xu Qing had initially planned to personally visit the Ruyi Temple on Yunmeng Mountain to meet this old Daoist, but he didn't expect to encounter him here unexpectedly.
This indeed is a narrow escape from fate!
Xu Qing gathered all his spirits, intending to take action but felt someone tugging desperately at his sleeves from behind.
He turned to look and saw Xuan Yu, with a pale face, tugging at his sleeve, trying to pull him outside the tower.
The fear in Xuan Yu's eyes was something Xu Qing had never seen before.
"Don't be afraid, today I'm accompanying you for this banquet, there's nothing to fear."
Xu Qing reached out and held the nearby girl's hand, his tone surprisingly calm.
The monk and Daoist at the table noticed the unusual commotion and both turned their heads to look at Xu Qing.
A serene-faced youth with fair complexion and a little girl seemingly afraid of strangers wanting to go home.
As the two looked over, Xu Qing also got a clearer look at their faces.
One was kind-faced, carrying a natural smile even without emotions.
The other was serious and solemn, appearing like a pure and ascetic Daoist.
Four seemingly completely different people, at this moment, their eyes intersected.
Xu Qing held onto the closely following Xuan Yu and entered the gathering.
"Amitabha Buddha." The fat monk, out of courtesy, chanted.
Baiyun Daoist's brows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased by this uninvited participant interrupting his conversation with the great monk.
After sitting down, Xu Qing suddenly said with a smile, "I never imagined that at this wedding banquet, I would see a monk and a Daoist at the same table. No wonder the fortune tellers say that there's a canopy in my fate."
"I wonder if I am fortunate enough to have the two mages enlighten me."
One was kind-faced, carrying a natural smile even without emotions.
The other was serious and solemn, appearing like a pure and ascetic Daoist.
Four seemingly completely different people, at this moment, their eyes intersected.
Xu Qing held onto the closely following Xuan Yu and entered the gathering.
"Amitabha Buddha." The fat monk, out of courtesy, chanted.
Baiyun Daoist's brows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased by this uninvited participant interrupting his conversation with the great monk.
After sitting down, Xu Qing suddenly said with a smile, "I never imagined that at this wedding banquet, I would see a monk and a Daoist at the same table. No wonder the fortune tellers say that there's a canopy in my fate."
"I wonder if I am fortunate enough to have the two mages enlighten me."