The two of them were moving at an extremely fast speed. It didn't take long before they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion Square.
The square that was destroyed by the war has now been restored to its original state. This is all thanks to the great means of the city lord. If you don’t reach the golden elixir stage, you can’t really be called a cultivator...
When the two of them landed in the square, the person in charge of reception came immediately. When he saw that the person was Feng Qingyang, he was shocked and hurried to greet him.
"Prince...Prince, please come in quickly!"
The person who came was a boy. Although he was called a boy, he was actually wearing a set of sturdy armor. He had delicate features and looked weak, but he walked with great power and dignity. Despite this, his face was full of awe.
The battle between Feng Qingyang and Lu Xun on that day was earth-shattering, and everyone in Guiyuan City knew about it. There were even many curious people who recorded the battle in jade slips, and it became a topic of much discussion.
Under the guidance of the boy, Feng Qingyang and Xiangnan crossed the square and entered the hall. After entering, their eyes suddenly lit up.
The inside was magnificent and decorated with lights and colorful lanterns. Countless female monks were flying around, decorating the entire city lord's mansion, making it look very festive.
Inside the main hall, Qian Duoduo was personally directing everyone, saying that this was crooked, that was not pretty, his little face filled with happiness.
"Princess... the consort is here!"
After entering, the boy stepped forward first and spoke to Qian Duoduo who was instructing everyone.
"Ah? What horse?" She was busy and answered without turning her head, but suddenly she turned around like a cat with its fur standing on end, and looked at Feng Qingyang who was standing at the door of the hall, her face flushed.
He shook off the boy and ran up, like a young swallow returning to its nest. Feng Qingyang only felt a flash of red light in his eyes, but suddenly he felt a warm and soft jade in his arms, and his nose was immediately filled with fragrance.
"I thought you wouldn't come to see me." She was silent for a long time, her face red, but she seemed a little nervous. She had lost her mind in the square that day, but at this moment, she had to throw herself into the arms of so many people. This was still a big challenge for her.
But that's just the kind of person she is. Once she makes up her mind, she will not hesitate even if the whole world opposes her.
Feng Qingyang looked helplessly at Xiangnan who was feeling embarrassed, raised his hand and stroked her black hair, and said, "You need to recover for many days, otherwise coming with a seriously injured body will only bring more bad luck."
After saying that, he gently pushed her away, pointed at Xiangnan and said, "This is Senior Xiang."
"Do I need you to tell me? I've known Uncle Xiang since we were kids." After saying that, she pouted her lips and tried to move forward again, but Feng Qingyang dodged her without leaving a trace.
"I have something important to discuss with your father."
Hearing this, Qian Duoduo's face darkened and she shouted, "Tell me first if you have ever thought about me."
Listening to the flirting between the two, Xiangnan sighed slightly and said to himself that it was great to be young.
Just when he was in a dilemma, the boy who had greeted him before appeared again, coughed softly and said, "Prince consort, the city lord wants you to come to the inner room for a chat."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was immediately delighted, but he didn't show it on his face. He looked at Qian Duoduo who was sulking and said, "Your father must have something important to tell me. I'll be back soon."
"Let's go together." After saying that, he took Feng Qingyang's hand and was about to go out of the hall.
But at this moment, the boy said with difficulty: "The city lord specifically stated that only the prince consort can go alone."
After endless arguments, Qian Duoduo finally followed the boy out of the hall amidst his resentful look.
But seeing him go away, Xiang Nan smiled and said, "You are about to get married, why do you care about every minute and every second now?"
"I..." Qian Duoduo's tone darkened, as if he remembered something, but he was unwilling to say more. Finally, he smiled and said to Xiang Nan: "Uncle Xiang, please give me some advice on how to decorate this hall."
Seeing that she was worried, Xiangnan did not point it out, but just followed her instructions and looked around with interest.
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On the other side, Feng Qingyang followed the boy through countless corridors and finally came to an attic. Here, the boy said that the city lord was just ahead, then turned around and left alone.
Looking around, he saw a scene full of vitality, with pavilions and towers, magnificent and golden. It did not have the ethereal and fairy-like aura of the cultivators, but it was more inclined towards power. He sighed secretly that only in this way could one have the aura of a city lord.
He stepped onto the corridor, which curved upwards, and finally stopped in an attic. Inside was an exquisite stone table, on which was a clear and pleasant aroma of tea.
Suddenly, the void in front of him became turbulent and a hazy figure emerged from the void. He was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.
The moment he fully appeared, he instantly removed the mist from his body, and suddenly, a middle-aged man with a ferocious and domineering face appeared.
His eyes were as deep as water as he looked at Feng Qingyang who had arrived and said, "Do you know why I asked you to come here?"
The tone is calm and uneventful, making it difficult to understand what he is trying to express.
Feng Qingyang raised his head and looked at this legendary man closely for the first time. He was dressed in a black robe and did not reveal any aura, but he was intimidating without showing it.
After listening to his post, he had no idea at all. When he was about to say he didn't know, he suddenly remembered one thing, that is, why there was no movement after he killed two thousand disciples in the early stage of foundation building.
So he asked doubtfully, "Is it about the murder of two thousand sect disciples?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled heartily and said, "You are indeed a smart man. It seems that you know a lot."
"I'm just guessing."
After saying that, the middle-aged man sat down, raised his hand and waved, and immediately took a quilt filled with tea in his hand, and said: "Then your guess is quite accurate. Tell me, are you really just a zombie?"
"Don't stand, sit..."
He added in a casual manner, not looking like he had any of the might of an ancient giant or a great golden elixir master. Instead, he looked more like a big man with a good temper.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang also sat down casually. Suddenly, a cup of tea flew into his hand, and a rich aroma immediately filled his nostrils.
The tea was good. Just by smelling its fragrance, one could tell that it was definitely not any worse than Xiangnan's Yinling Tea. He held the cup in his hand, but did not answer, instead thinking alone.
Seeing him like this, the middle-aged man was no longer anxious to speak, but just held the teacup quietly, looking intoxicated.
As a result, the scene suddenly became quiet.
After a long silence, Feng Qingyang put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the middle-aged man opposite him with burning eyes, and said, "How can I trust you?"
"how?"
He also put down the teacup in his hand and said calmly: "Because you are about to marry my precious daughter!"