Zhu Yan bent down and kissed her pink lips, and said with satisfaction: "I am your wife's slave, I am happy!!"
Lingshi Mountain
Returning to Lingshi Mountain, for Jiang Wuyou, this was his base camp after more than two hundred years of absence.
As far as Lingshi Mountain is concerned, he is the founder of the mountain who mysteriously disappeared for more than six hundred years.
After more than six hundred years, the appearance of Lingshi Mountain has changed so much that Jiang Wuyou can hardly recognize it.
The two huge cauldrons in front of the mountain gate are still there. They are mountain-holding cauldrons built by him personally. They weigh more than a thousand kilograms and no one can shake them.
After learning that Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Yan were visiting, Hua Hong and Hua Wujian came to the mountain gate in person to greet them. This was the highest courtesy to a guest who worshiped the mountain.
When he saw Jiang Wuyou in the crowd, Hua Hong's eyes glazed over. He felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out that the bearded old man in front of him was their founder, Jiang Wuyou, known in the world as Master Wuyou.
Hua Wujian welcomed Zhu Yan, Xia Yuanqiu and others to the mountain gate, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, you don't have to go to Sanbao store if you have nothing to do. I'm afraid you came here today not just to meet old friends, right?"
Xia Yuanqiu smiled and said: "I like chatting with cheerful people. Yes, we came to visit today because we have something to do."
Hua Hong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go in and talk, go in and drink tea and talk slowly!"
Entering the Qizong main hall, this house is no longer the house built hundreds of years ago under the supervision of Jiang Wuyou, but a house that has been renovated later. It is larger and more spacious, and the furnishings and layout have naturally changed with the passage of time.
But no matter how it changed, the main shape was still here, and Jiang Wuyou could recognize it at a glance.
Returning to Lingshi Mountain, Jiang Wuyou felt infinite emotion in his heart. He never thought that he would return here one day. He had no father or mother since he was a child, and his master also passed away when he became an adult. Lingshi Mountain is his home. The home he created with his own hands, his feelings for Lingshi Mountain are extremely deep.
Without waiting for the maid to bring the tea, Xia Yuanqiu said directly: "Master Hua, I came here today to ask for something."
Hua Hong raised his hand: "But it doesn't matter. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded, his eyes full of gratitude: "I want to take a look at your sect's library. I wonder if the sect master will allow it?"
Hua Hong smiled and said: "If others make this request, I will never agree to it, but Miss Xia, I have no reason to refuse this request. I believe you must have your own reasons for doing things." Xia Yuanqiu handed over his hand. : "Thank you!"
Hua Hong did not hesitate, and together with Hua Wujian, led everyone outside the library.
It has to be said that Qi Zong's library is really inconspicuous, much smaller than the attic where the Fish Tail Divine Sword was previously stored.
In Jiang Wuyou's eyes, this kind of library is very kind. This is probably the only place where the Qi Sect has not started any renovations in hundreds of years.
Hua Hong said with a smile: "I'll make you laugh. I originally planned to start the renovation on the tenth day of this month, but it happened to be rainy for days, so I postponed it for a few days. As a result, the craftsmen who were working took over the work of another company. It was put on hold.”
Xia Yuanqiu sighed: "This is God's will. If you start the construction before we come, maybe our trip today will be in vain."
Hua Hong was puzzled: "What do you mean by this?"
Zhu Yan said: "The book we are looking for is in this old house. If you knock this old house down, will we still find it?"
Hua Hong waved his hand: "Look at what you said, I will only knock down the old house, and the books and classics will naturally be moved out."