"Yes? When?"
"Some years."
Qingxi didn't ask any more, she knew that her master often went out and helped many people, and every year there were people who came to the door to thank him personally.
"My master will rush back to host the flower show in two days, and you can see her then."
"Now after the five-color flower meeting, will the petals still fall?"
"meeting."
Qingxi nodded and said: "Our Five-color Mountain will shed five-color petals every year. It used to be, it is now, and it will not change in the future."
"Is it still your master who sprinkled five-color petals?"
Just now, when Gu Qingfeng asked whether the Five-color Flower Association shed petals, Qingxi was a little confused, but everyone in the Northwest knows that the Five-color Mountain sheds petals every year. This person is young, at best in his early twenties, how can he speak? Come, it's like retreating for many years.
"Master has long given up this position." He said clearly and flatly, "Now I am in charge every year."
"oh?"
Gu Qingfeng was surprised, and said: "Really... not bad."
There are many guest rooms for people to rest in the garden at the foot of the Five-color Mountain. There are usually no people there, but it is really lively when the five-color flowers are in bloom. Gu Qingfeng looks around, at least hundreds of people have gathered there, as if Talking and laughing.
When these people saw Qingxi coming, they rushed over in a swarm.
"My Hunyuan Sect inner disciple Wang Tao has met Miss Qingxi."
"Miss Qingxi, you are safe and sound. We met again. I miss you the last time we parted!"
"A year ago at the Five-Color Flower Festival, Miss Qingxi, who I had the honor to listen to, personally played a piece of Wang Jiangyue, which really made Xiao Ke's five bodies fall in admiration!"
"Miss Qingxi, I heard that you love the emperor's songs very much, I am a humble person, I would like to present a song of the emperor's famous song Fengqiuhuang to Miss Qingxi at the flower festival, and I hope Miss Qingxi can give you some pointers. "
Good guy, in the blink of an eye, people from No. 100 surrounded Qingxili on the third floor and the outer three floors.
Seeing this, Gu Qingfeng quickly pulled away and left. When he saw so many people just now, he thought they were all here to pick up five-color petals. Now it seems that these bastards are all here for beautiful women, which makes him unable to bear it. Some are feeling, feeling that all things in the past and present have recovered, and also feel that the past and present are a good time.
There are many guest rooms in the garden, but there are more people.
Almost every guest room was either full or occupied, so Gu Qingfeng found a random room and lived with the other two.
After chatting, I found out that these two people are all disciples of Yaoyue Palace.
Both of them have average cultivations, just like him, both of them are Jindan cultivators. There is a young fat man who calls himself Fatty Li, and an old man whose first name is unknown. Fatty Li calls him Old Man Liu. .
"Hey, I haven't asked your name yet, what's your name?"
Fatty Li grinned and asked curiously.
"Me? My surname is Gu, and my name is Qingfeng!"
"Gu Qingfeng?" Fatty Li scratched his head and said, "Why does this name sound so familiar? Wait... Isn't Gu Qingfeng the name of Mr. Chi Yan?"
Fatty Li stared, looked at Gu Qingfeng in astonishment, and asked: "Should you... Could it be Gu Qingfeng, the Taoist partner of our Yaoyue Palace, Miss Han Dong, the master of the Yaoyue Palace, Chiyan Gongzi
Hearing this, Old Man Liu was also startled, looked nervously, and said, "Is that the legendary Master Chi Yan who died and came back to life?"
Gu Qingfeng drank the wine, smiled and said nothing.
"Impossible! How could Mr. Chi Yan come to this kind of place? Even if he came, he would come here with Miss Han Dong, the master of Yaoyue Palace. Mr. Chi Yan is such a noble master, how could he still return?" Squeeze a guest room with us." Li Dapang asked with a smile: "Brother, are you kidding us? Or the same name?"
Gu Qingfeng didn't bother to explain, and said, "Yes, it's the same name and surname."
"I knew it was so!" Fatty Li cursed, and said, "I was almost scared to death by you just now."
"What's there to be afraid of!"
"What is there to be afraid of? Be good! Brother, a few days ago, that Mr. Chi Yan kicked Bi Lan, a direct disciple of Yaoyue Palace, half to death. You have never heard of it! The fake Mr. Chi Yan must not be scary, Really, that would be too scary. Mr. Chi Yan was very powerful in the Sifang Dayu three years ago. I heard that he possessed some invincible absolute power. Killing Dao Zun is as easy as butchering a pig. They can run around in fright."
Li Dapang choked on his throat, looked around, and said in a low voice: "I heard that Mr. Chiyan got angry, the wind and clouds changed color, the nature trembled, the heaven and the earth collapsed, and even the six relatives did not recognize him when he killed someone." , even... Even hitting myself... You say it's scary, isn't it scary... "
"What a fucking mess..."
Gu Qingfeng shook his head and smiled wryly, and didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, and asked, "Are you here to participate in the five-color flower festival?"
"Nonsense, otherwise, what are you doing here?" Fatty Li took out a cooked delicacy from the storage bag, gnawed it vigorously, and said, "Brother, we are also destined, and when the time comes to fight for the five-color petals , let’s take care of each other.”
"Are there many people grabbing five-color petals now?"
"There are so many that there is no place to stand. Don't think there are only a few hundred people now. That's because the five-color flowers haven't bloomed yet. After a few days, the five-color flowers will pass. There are definitely crowds of people. There are too many monks and few meats." , it’s not easy to grab!”
This surprised Gu Qingfeng. In ancient times, people competed for the five-color petals because of the lack of resources and the aura was sparse. In the ancient times, the aura is so full and the resources are also very rich. The petals snatched bloody heads.
"Brother, at first glance, you are a newcomer. Although there are plenty of spiritual energy and abundant resources in the past and present, the five-color petals that contain the spiritual energy of the five aggregates are only found in the Five-color Mountain. They bloom once a year. As the saying goes, rare things are more expensive. With the market demand, more and more people are vying for five-color petals, and the price of five-color petals will rise with the tide, and the price will rise by one every year!"
"So that's how it is."
Gu Qingfeng forgot that the five-color petals are the best material for refining elixir, and only the five-color mountain has them, so the price may only rise and not fall.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, Fatty Li came here not just to fight for the five-color petals." Old man Liu looked quite serious, and he sat cross-legged on the bed and said, "This fat man is more to appreciate the little flower petals." The girl is coming."
"What do you mean by appreciating a little girl, old man Liu, I am participating in the Five Color Flower Festival, and I am here to exchange piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with everyone!"
"Damn! Don't be ashamed! What do you know about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? A few years ago, in order to attract Miss Qingxi's attention, I even bought a guqin and threatened to learn the rhythm. After a year, not only the simplest I didn't even learn the tune, and my fingers were almost cut off by the strings..."