Given the unreserved support of Chen Xuan and others, despite Wang Hao's dissatisfaction, it has become a certain fact that this year's Kunlun Festival hosted by Caolu has been held.

In fact, long before Shique and others rushed to the demon clan, the preparation work had entered the middle stage. This was the first time that the Kunlun Festival was held in an open air environment, and the cultivation family was allowed to participate. All of these indicate that this grand event has extraordinary significance. In the words of the old man, from now on, the Kunlun Festival is no longer a gathering of Xuanmen, but a celebration of the world's cultivators.

Xuantian Sect's plan failed in the middle, and the relationship between Xuanmen and the demon clan made breakthrough progress. All of this made Shique so happy that his old face smiled brighter than flowers.

People like Shique never know what satisfaction is. Now he has begun to consider the plan to invite the demons to participate in the event. Yes, if you want the Kunlun Festival to become a grand ceremony for all cultivators, you cannot leave the demons that occupy half of the world of cultivation.

Due to the breakthrough in the relationship with the demon clan, Xuantian Sect has no chance to take advantage of it in a short period of time. The relatively stable situation makes Shique excited to try it out, but the current opportunity is definitely not ripe. If the demon clan is invited to be a grand event, not to mention it far away, if the opposition led by Shushan attacks midway or leaves the court angrily, it will make him look dirty.

Xuanmen and the demon clan have deep grudges, so it is absolutely impossible to solve the problem directly. Shique's plan is to save the country in a curve. He once again stretched his claws towards Wang Hao.

"Haha, if you are not afraid of being beaten, just invite the demon clan. What does it have to do with me?" The fat man who had been depressed for many days finally found a chance to gloat.

Shique had long been used to his style, and he pretended that he had not heard it, and continued to explain seriously: "Old I have no way to send an invitation from me, which represents the position of Xuanmen, and many people cannot accept it. My meaning is that if the Mymen did not send a formal invitation to the demon clan, the demon clan did not come, but appeared as a relative of a disciple of the Xuanmen, it would be a different matter."

"You are quite good at thinking. You hide your head and tail and find someone to be cannon fodder. It would be strange if someone wants to do so, unless that person is stupid, I am very busy and don't have time to listen to you nonsense." Wang Hao's attitude is very clear. It doesn't matter if you drink and chat. If you are involved in the Xuanmen, don't have the opening words?

Shique hurriedly grabbed the fat man and lowered his voice and said, "I have considered it seriously. That person must first have an identity to suppress the scene, and he must have contact with the demon clan. His relatives are at least people with some identity in the demon clan. You know, it is completely meaningless to find a small character in the demon clan."

The fat man immediately heard some clues that the person wanted to suppress the scene. Could it be the young master? The Kunlun Festival was hosted in the forage hut, with more than 3,000 heads and Chen Xuan supported it. No matter what happened, it was more than enough to suppress the scene. If this was not enough to confirm that Shique carefully selected the stupid B, and with the factors of good relationship with the demons, it was him. You must know that Xuanmen and the demons have always been clearly distinguished. The only one who can speak the earthly words with the demons was Fat.

Everything needs to be paid attention to. The stone bird stops when it is turned off and inspires him: "Brother Wang, look at the Xuanmen today. The demon tribe returns. Although the threat from Xuantian Sect is still there, it is impossible to find an opportunity to take advantage of it for a considerable period of time. It will be a matter of time before the Xuanmen will no longer have any worries. The dark clouds will dissipate, and a prosperous age is coming."

"So what?" Facing the old fox of Shique, Wang Hao had to remain vigilant at any time.

Shique said earnestly: "This is the result of our joint efforts. But have you ever thought that if we cannot use this opportunity to digest the demons or pull them over, the two sides will continue to differentiate. It is a matter of time before it becomes a disaster. Judging from my old experience, it is best to prevent problems in the bud. If you ignore them and allow the contradiction to intensify, the way to solve the problem will often become very violent, and you will have to go through the pain to resolve the conflict."

Xuanmen and the Demon Clan are still two camps, and their hatred remains, and there will be a day of intensification. In other words, once the hardliners in Xuanmen become bigger, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not re-report the old things and attack the neighbors in the West. The Demon Clan must be anxious about the increasing growth of Xuanmen. Shique's words are not alarmist, and it does not sound like they have selfish thoughts.

"What are you afraid of? There are tall men holding on to it when the sky falls. We are all small people..." The fat man threw his word casually, but he stopped stubbornly in the middle of the conversation. Even if he likes to use small people to regard himself, he should know that the stone bird is just supporting the tall men in Xuanmen, the world.

"Brother Wang, you are no longer a little man. If you hadn't used your power, I would not have been able to withstand this storm crisis when it came, and you showed the temperament of the leader. Now that the wind and rain have stopped, we can't take it lightly." Shique grabbed Wang Hao's hand, pulled him to the edge of the cliff, and induced him smoothly: "Stand on a high place, what you see is completely different, and just jump to the heart and mind can be much broader, right?"

"Sorry, I have heard that it's too cold to stand on the high ground. Standing on the high ground makes me feel uncomfortable." Wang Hao shook his hand and ran away

Fatty has been very busy for a few days. On the eve of the grand event, guests gathered in order to show that this grand event is different from previous years. Shique specially expanded the list of guests invited. Even the third-rate sects that did not receive tickets in the past can get three places. Although there are not many rules in the hut, as a guest, you should also visit the host out of politeness. It is naturally best to win over the relationship. As the organizer of the Kunlun Festival, Wang Hao is undoubtedly the most precious thing in the Xuanmen, and the opportunity must not be missed.

Neither knows each other, and there is nothing to say. It feels like accepting a visit and a banquet is arranged during the day and at night. Basically, this state will continue before the event is over.

In the morning light, Wang Hao fell on the cliff drunk with his sword

Su Jihe has the persistence that is not inferior to Li Lu, but is not like Li Lu's pedantic

Wang Hao and Li Lu will feel bored after getting along for a long time, but they will not be with Old Man Su, and they will feel comfortable. Apart from respect for him, Old Man Su is no different from a young man.

"How is it going?" Wang Hao asked with a breath of alcohol.

The fat man's arrival made Old Man Su excited and was at a loss. Through these days of hard work, he was only one step away from the God Refining Period. However, such achievements are not worth showing off.

With Old Man Su's talent and age, it is very rare to reach this level. Of course, it is inseparable from the fat man's thrust and encouragement of growth. If you don't have too bad talent, plus unremitting efforts, you can even use pill to smash it to overcome the disaster.

"Very good" Wang Hao showed a hint of joy in the drunken state

"Compared with Xingyu, I am far inferior to that of my benefactor. I have the expectations of my benefactor." Old Man Su said awkwardly.

No matter how hard he tried, his performance could never be compared with Xingyu. The fat man's efforts to him were no less than those given to Xingyu. Old Man Su was not overestimating himself and wanted to compare himself with Xingyu, but felt guilty for his performance. From the day he entered the Tao, he was given special care. Wang Hao not only found a superior Yin spirit for him, but also built a foundation for him personally. Later, he tried every means to provide conditions, formations and elixirs, all of which were dreamt of by practitioners. Any kind could make ordinary Xuanmen disciples stand out.

Wang Hao frowned and said, "You don't have to be so tired when practicing. You are just about to reach the God Refining Period. You can feel the fun when you stand on the flying sword. The heartbeat period is simple, and the gangster will pass. Then you will pass the tribulation. Everyone is drinking and having fun, but you are silly here and drinking, and going out to breathe is good for you."

Su Jihe always obeyed the rules, but this time he refused for the first time because he could clearly feel that the fat man was drinking too high.

Nothing is so simple to practice. The gangsters in the Heart-Strike stage have passed. The real situation is that most cultivators cannot get through the Heart-Strike stage, and cultivation is hard. Those who drink and have fun outside are masters of Xuanmen. Cultivators who rushed to the Nascent Soul stage are gods. However, before the Nascent Soul stage, 99% of cultivators were lingering in seclusion.

Old Man Su is having a hard time entering the Tao. It is precisely because of this that he cherishes the hard-won opportunity. In addition, he doesn't think it's too hard to retreat. He is just the kind of guy who has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and has achieved enlightenment once and has passed away with his sword.

Everyone has their own ambitions, so don't force it. Before leaving, Wang Hao asked him to choose among the many flying swords he collected. It doesn't matter if he is a fat man's apprentice, his cultivation level is not bad, but he must not be poor.

When he arrived by the river, Wang Hao felt inexplicably melancholy. If he knew that cultivation was so painful, he would never force it. Isn’t it great to be a mortal? Besides, Su Jihe’s life is not blue, but full of excitement.

"Damn you, why are you here?" Wang Hao's brows frowned again because he saw Li Lu's family.

Let’s not talk about Li Lu being a dull man, and he has no fun with him. What the fat man is most afraid of is that his wife’s unhappy request is really a headache.

"What are you saying, why can't my dad come?" The daughter stood up for her father in anger. Li Lu is Xingyu's father after all, and the fat man's words are indeed a bit hasty.

Li Lu immediately stopped his daughter from making trouble and said with a wry smile: "I received an invitation from Xuanmen the day before yesterday to invite me to attend the Kunlun Festival. I didn't want to come at first, but I heard that I was hosting the hut, so I came to join in the fun. If my benefactor doesn't like it, we will go back now."
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