When the crowd came to the cliff, eighteen guests dispersed to the left and right sides, standing in rows, revealing the old and young in the middle.

The young man's body was painted with gold inscriptions and the wind was light, the long sword scabbard on his waist was shining, and what was even brighter were the jade pendants tied on his belt and the gold bracelet on his wrist.

The young man tidied up his clothes, took two steps and stopped, and worshiped Master Xuanwei and Taoist Qingfeng, saying, "Murong Qianfan, the younger generation, met the master of the tutor, and met the first senior!" His posture was impeccable. The old man who accompanied him bowed deeply.

Master Xuanwei stepped forward to help the young man up and smiled and said, "Young Master Murong is too humble! The old man is ashamed. Ah! What a handsome young hero!"

The boy raised his head, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes showed his talent. Zhao Hanyu felt a little close to him as soon as he saw him.

The young man thanked his senior for his praise, and said in a tone: "My grandfather had solemnly explained before coming, 'The true master Xuanwei has a noble status, profound cultivation and a broad mind. There are actually several masters in the world. You have to be respected by him.' I dare not disobey him!" So he turned around and pointed his right arm, and said to the old man with his side: "This is a worshiper in the family, with his surname Ke. Uncle Ke, please come forward to see him."

The old man surnamed Ke took two steps forward and bowed deeply again, saying, "I have seen two real people, just call me Lao Ke."

Zhenren Xuanwei clasped his fists and replied: "There is no need for much ritual to worship Ke."

Ke worshipped Xuanwei and felt very honored, and even said that he did not dare to...

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After a long greeting, Qingfeng Taoist talent guided everyone to the Qingxian Palace to serve tea.

Master Xuanwei was in front, Murong Qianfan was half a position behind, and then Ke Gong was worshipped, without any confusion of etiquette.

Zhao Hanyu looked behind and nodded secretly, remembering his decent response, he felt a little more favorable to the young master of the Murong family.

After entering the hall, he sat down in the main seat, Zhao Hanyu also caught a last seat. The guest placed fragrant tea in front of everyone's desk and quietly retreated.

After drinking a few sips of fragrant tea, Master Xuanwei talked to Murong Qianfan again, such as "The ancestor of the family admired the real person's noble character and was anxious about the difficulties. He led the Jingyang Sect to fight the Heavenly Demon Clan to defend the mountains of our human race", "Make the ancestor of the family generously donated his property to help the exorcism battle, which is admirable", and also talked about such words as "The ancestor of the family ordered me to come to celebrate the New Year, mainly to learn the heroic spirit of the wise and wise in Jingyang", "Your Murong's family's nephew, the second uncle of the second uncle of the Murong family, has a concubine, has he ever had a family of love? Is your daughter of the fourth concubine of the eldest wife of the Murong family married? Is there an egg?..." and so on.

Zhao Hanyu and Taoist Qingfeng were yawning all over the world, and Zhenren Xuanwei and Murong Qianfan had a very enthusiastic conversation. From time to time, Lao Ke had a few words to help him, making him happy, harmonious and peaceful...

After the five flavors of tea, Murong Qianfan asked Ke to pay a New Year gift list: I would like to send 200,000 taels of silver from the outer door of Jingyang Sect; I would like to send 500,000 taels of silver from the inner door, and there would be a genius treasure nine-color ginseng plant, a black yellow fruit, a purple jade fairy orchid, as well as a lot of food, clothing, production tools, pen, ink, paper and ink... etc.

Zhenren Xuanwei thanked the Murong family for their gifts, ordered people to reply to express their sincere gratitude, and asked Young Master Murong to stay in the mountain for more days. Jingyang Sect hoped to fulfill the friendship of the landlords.

At this time, the etiquette of Xuanwei Zhenren had been completed, so he ordered Taoist Qingfeng to continue to accompany the guests, and held a banquet at Tianxing Cliff to entertain Mr. Murong in the evening. After the order was given, he accused him of the crime and left the scene.

As the Xuanwei Zhenren left, the few people in the hall were obviously relaxed, and then they all felt funny again.

Murong Qianfan looked at the structure of the Qingxian Hall, and thought about what he saw on the way he came, and thought to himself: It is worthy of being the number one sect in the world, with a magnificent atmosphere and extraordinary style.

Taoist Qingfeng called Zhao Hanyu and introduced to Murong Qianfan: "Mr. Murong, this is the youngest male disciple in the inner sect. He is thirteen years old and should be the same age as the young master. You should get close to each other."

Murong Qianfan looked over and his eyes lit up when he saw Zhao Hanyu: It was really complicated and heartbreaking to talk with his elders just now, and he had to be respectful, so as not to make people say bad etiquette. It was really awkward. I was very nervous just now and didn't notice that there were friends who were close to each other in the inner sect of Jingyang Sect! Murong Qianfan was very happy.

He approached Zhao Hanyu, then bowed and clasped his fists and said, "My name is Murong Qianfan, I am fifteen years old."

Zhao Hanyu also folded his fists and gave him a gift, informing him of his name and age.

Murong Qianfan looked at Zhao Hanyu and suddenly found that Zhao Hanyu's eyes were very clear and clean. He thought, the entire Yizhou City might not have such clean eyes? Not to mention the burnt yellow eyelids in the family who were smelly of copper. Although they were simple in their clothes, they were clean and tidy, so they liked Zhao Hanyu much.

Taoist Qingfeng sat in the hall for a while, feeling uncomfortable all over. He was not particular about the rules, so he suggested to Lao Ke: "Ke worship, why not like this, I will accompany you around here so that the young people can get familiar with each other. How about playing in the mountains?"

Lao Ke readily agreed, and Zhao Hanyu and the other two had no objection. The four of them immediately left the hall and went down the mountain respectively.

Zhao Hanyu took Murong Qianfan slowly towards Qingping Peak.

Although Murong Qianfan is a child of a wealthy family and has a lot of knowledge, it is also the first time he has come to the most famous sect in the world and feels novel all the way;

Zhao Hanyu grew up in the sect since he was a child, and he was in the most familiar senior brothers and sisters. The elders of this sect have never dealt with outsiders at all. They don’t know how to chat with new friends. Murong Qianfan’s various questions are the best entry point for communication. After half an hour, the two of them were already questioning and answering questions and were quite familiar.

"Your name is Zhao Hanyu? Not bad, quite handsome. Is it the name your parents gave you?"

"I don't have parents. It was the uncle and senior sister who picked me up outside the mountain gate and took me back to the sect. At that time, I had a long life lock on my body, and the word Yu was engraved, "I hope, that's it." Zhao Hanyu took out the black card on his chest and showed it to his new friend.

"Hmm? I felt a little chill when I looked."

"My master also said it looked cold, and the word on the sign was probably given by his parents, so he named me Han Yu."

"I don't know you don't have a father and mother, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I was raised by my second senior sister. She is like my biological mother. How did your name for Qianfan come from?" Zhao Hanyu asked.

"That's right. One year, my father came to the coast of the South China Sea. He found that the people on the beach all made a living by going out to sea to fish, and every household had sailboats. One day, he saw countless sailboats on the beach, and the stars were very spectacular. After he came back, he decided that if he had a son, he would definitely name it Qianfan, so my name was Qianfan."

"South China Sea? Is it very far from the mainland? I haven't heard from my senior brothers."

"It's far away. If someone who can't practice can walk, how many years will it take to walk?"

"Not to mention the South China Sea, I have never even left Daoqiong County, and even going down the mountain was something that happened a few years ago."

"Ah? Poor child... You have never seen so many delicious, beautiful and fun things outside the mountain. It's so pitiful. How did you live all day in the mountain?" Murong Qianfan couldn't imagine it.

"Read books, memorize books, watch senior brothers perform martial arts, practice, and accompany senior sisters, just live like this."

"You practice every day. What is your current state? Wheel light? Cave emptiness?"

"...Not yet, I have been washing the marrow and absorbing the corpus. I have been precipitating recently. I am about to be ready to break the mirror after about a year."

"What??? The inner disciple of Jingyang Sect has not yet entered the threshold for cultivation at the age of thirteen? I have successfully entered the country at the age of thirteen!" Murong Qianfan was very surprised.

"It's nothing. I'm accumulating at a slow pace, so it's okay to go to the realm later." Zhao Hanyu didn't want to talk too much about this topic and asked, "Tell me, what's the delicious food outside the mountain? What's the end of the year outside the mountain?"

"Uh...this...a little complicated...where should I start?" Murong Qianfan was a little annoyed. He asked too many questions at once.

"Just let's talk about the New Year. Every household in the city is decorated with lights and has a lot of delicious food. There are dragon and lion dances on the street, and children like to set off firecrackers. In fact, I like to set off firecrackers the most! Fry other people's chicken coops, duck houses, chamber pots of my ancestors, and slaughter! You have to specialize in picking someone in it!" Murong Qianfan's flirting look gradually showed the frivolous side of the young man.

"...that's so disgusting..." Zhao Hanyu said hesitantly.

"Yeah! Run away after the blow-up! Who can care about that?" Murong Qianfan rubbed his nose and said indifferently.

"Also, our Yizhou dishes are the most famous, such as spicy chicken, boiled fish, strong hair, and hot liver and waist..." Murong Qianfan said and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva...

"Uh..." Zhao Hanyu had a headache. He just finished speaking and started memorizing recipes again. He was so broad-minded...

"By the way, Xiao Zhao, where are you going to take me?" Murong Qianfan asked.

"Little... Zhao...classmate?" Zhao Hanyu looked confused.

"Well... this is our Yizhou dialect, and it is a nickname for people younger than me. Yes! It is a nickname!" Murong Qianfan thought for a while and said.

"Oh... I want to take you around today. Master will hold a banquet to entertain you later, and I will probably rest at Tianxing Cliff in the evening. I will come to you after morning class tomorrow, and I will take you to visit Youquan Longtan, and then go to Xuri Peak to see my senior brothers performing martial arts. OK?"

"Okay! OK! I'll walk along Jingyang Mountain tomorrow."

The two teenagers walked slowly and communicated slowly. When the sun set, they looked for a road to climb the star cliff again.
Chapter completed!