Xiao Hua smiled and shook his sleeves. Instead of accepting the invitation, he delivered the invitation to the warrior and said solemnly: "I am a Taoist monk and don't want to make more friends with Confucian scholars.
The warrior was stunned. He looked at the invitation in front of him and waved his hand. The invitation flew to Xiao Hua again and said, "My palace master just admires the immortal friends more. He went there just to taste tea and talk. Is it related to the Yaotai?"

"The immortal friend is such a bad word." Xiao Hua waved his hand, and the invitation returned again, and said with a smile, "The ancients said that if you don't take a walk in the melon field, you won't be a good person. Since we are open-minded, why do you have to do things that make people suspicious?"

"The immortal friend is such a bad word." The warrior waved his hand for the third time, and returned to Xiao Hua and said, "Since we are open-minded, why should we be afraid of others' suspicion? Do what you think is the most correct. How can others know?"

Xiao Hua stared at the invitation in front of him without any particular hesitation, and raised his head and said, "There is no scale in the eyes of others, but I have a scale in my heart; there is no scale in the hands of others, but there is a scale between heaven and earth; the suspicion of others is not afraid, but the demon of my inner self... I am afraid!"

As he said that, Xiao Hua waved his hand and didn't touch the invitation at all. His figure flew up again, and a cold voice sounded: "This matter has ended here. Things in the world can be repeated again and again, but there are absolutely no recurrences..."

Seeing the invitation flying back to his eyes again, and hearing Xiao Hua's warning again, the warrior's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a black air rolled in the invitation. He saw black flames appearing from the black air. In a moment, the invitation turned into ashes, and several clear air fell into the hands of the warrior. The warrior waved his hand slightly, and these clear airs soared into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished..." The warrior smiled coldly, and black air surged from his body again. However, a few breaths merged with the night again.

"If you want toast, you will be punished for wine..." Almost at the same time. On the heavy clouds above the foot of Yaotai Mountain, on the top of the peak of Yaotai Mountain, several clear air rushed into the wall. On the wall, three-color mist was surging. A clear night was revealed, and the night was Xiao Hua's slowly flying back, and this sentence was from a middle-aged man with a tall figure, ancient face, and a high forehead.

This middle-aged man was wearing Confucian clothes and sat on a wooden chair. On the upper head of the middle-aged man, an old man with white hair and beard was holding a volume of ancient books in his hand, squinting his eyes and looking carefully. It was obvious that the fog on the wall was surging, and the middle-aged man spoke. The old man raised his head. Although the old man's face was full of wrinkles, even more obvious on his forehead, the wrinkles did not make people feel old at all. They only had an extremely wise feeling, let alone the old man's eyes turned, a divine light that could penetrate his heart and lungs was born from time to time.

The old man glanced at Xiao Hua's back on the wall and smiled, "Linghu, what made you so angry?"

"Report to the Lord of the Palace." The scholar named Linghu bowed, "I have been trying to find a few suitable helpers among the Taoist monks who came to attend the Yaotai meeting these days, but I always found it inappropriate. Either they were greedy or lacked in cultivation, it is rare to see a Taoist monk who knows the laws and regulations, and has a style of Confucianism. I asked someone to hold the invitation from my Xingjun Palace. He actually refused on the grounds that he did not take the melon field to take the wrong cap of Lixia. Do you think I can't be angry? How could my Xingjun Palace come whenever I say it?"

"Oh? This monk is interesting. What kind of cultivation is?" The old man's face became very interested and asked as he looked at Xiao Hua's slowly flying figure.

"The subordinates can't tell it. They should be around the lower level of the fourth grade Yuanli!"

"Hehe, I signed for the national teacher in Yaotai Mountain." The old man smiled, "All Taoist monks have a strong heart. They want to establish a country, do something, and achieve great achievements. Let him suffer some setbacks, and he will be impressed by knowing the power of my Confucianism!"

The scholar Linghu nodded: "I know that this should be the case when the palace master subdued the true man Huode."

When the old man heard this, his brow frowned slightly. The scholar Linghu immediately knew that his words were wrong and bowed quickly: "I know, I dare not mention this."

"Well, stare at this monk and see where his palace is. In three days, you can use my Confucianism and pervasive method to practice the erratic and erratic methods in the Yaotai meeting. This matter should be regarded as a test for you..." The old man gave a faint command.

The scholar Linghu looked happy on his face and hurriedly bowed: "I thank the Lord of the Palace to give him the star general..."

However, just as the scholar Linghu thanked him, Xiao Hua, who had been flying slowly, suddenly raised his head in the night above the wall, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked straight at the old man and the scholar, as if he had discovered something. Then he raised his hand and a strong light came out, and the entire wall was slapped in snow-white!

"Ah?" The old man was slightly stunned, and the scholar Linghu was even more shocked. He closed his eyes slightly. When they opened their eyes again, the wall had returned to normal, but in the night, Xiao Hua was no longer seen in the lights in the tent.

"Silk..." The old man took a breath of air conditioning, and his eyes flashed with cold light. "This boy is probably the upper level of the fourth level of Yuanli, otherwise he would not be able to discover..."

"Okay!" A thrilling voice appeared in the scholar Linghu's eyes, and said, "I like such a strong opponent the most. If he can be his star general, it will be a great help to his subordinates."

"Haha..." the old man laughed, "It seems you still want him to compete with my husband's star general!"

"The star general of the palace master is extremely powerful, and I am afraid I can't compare with it." The scholar Linghu smiled, "But being able to subdue this person is also very beneficial to my Star Lord Palace, so I am willing to give it a try."

"It's up to you!" the old man waved his hand, "This time the Yaotai meeting is different from before. You have to be careful not to be retaliated by this sect monk. Oh, by the way, what's the situation with the Huode Zhenren?"

"Yes, my subordinates know that I will be careful." The scholar Linghu bowed and said, "Just a star soldier just reported that Huo De Zhenren seemed to be defeated and was injured by a Taoist monk. The banquet was over, but the Yishuizhihui was not completed, which had some bad effects on his plan."

"Oh? Which monk did it?" The old man was quite interested, "Is he the subordinate of the old man Hongmeng?"

"The subordinates of the Hongmeng Ancestor did not take action. They just refuted the True Man Huode, which made True Man Huode lose face. The man was named Qingxu True Man. He seemed to know that we had surveillance. He left after he said that, and could not find any trace again." The scholar Linghu explained, "True Man Huode wanted to find a monk named Xiao Hua, who was called Xiao Hua, because he lost face. However, Xiao Hua was hidden and injured True Man Huode in an instant, and then he disappeared from the cave."

"Hehe, even if Zhenren Huo De doesn't regain his face, I'm afraid that Xiao Hua will take action!" The old man smiled coldly, "Can you not see it? Is this Xiao Hua and Zhenren Qingxu singing together, one bright and one dark?"

"Oh, it's not bad, that's it." The scholar Linghu slapped his forehead and said, "Xiao Hua was rude when he toasted at the beginning. It turned out to be a reversal for the sake of a backup plan!"

"That's true!" the old man nodded, "Although I don't know that there are any rude things toast, how many people dare to turn against Huo De in the banquet? If it weren't for the appointment in advance, would Xiao Hua dare to move?"

"I have received the teachings!" scholar Linghu bowed and said.

"Send someone to check where both Qingxu Zhenren and Xiao Hua live, and there are also those damn little bastards in the list of Hongmeng old men..." The old man gritted his teeth, "I usually don't bother to pay attention to other places, so they dare to go to Yaotai Mountain to play wild..."

"No need..." At this moment, a faint voice emerged in the palace, "They came to Yaotai to have a purpose. We will continue to adapt to all changes and let them slowly reveal their true colors."

"Immortal Envoy?" The old man raised his eyebrows, said in his heart, and gave a wink at the scholar Linghu, "Linghu Piran, don't pay attention to these two people, let's see what the arrangements of the Yaotai meeting are. This Yaotai meeting must be for Taoist monks to never forget it for a hundred years."

"Yes, Lord Lord, I'll go check now." Linghu Piran hurriedly bowed and walked out quickly.

"Kong Hongwu has seen the Immortal Envoy!" When Linghu Piran immediately, the old man hurriedly got up, turned his head and looked behind him, and then there was a screen. But above the screen was a picture of the moon palace, and the light on the moon flashed slightly, and then a light green palace outfit appeared in the mist. A tall woman stepped on the clouds and fell from the moon, and in the blink of an eye it flew to the old man's eyes.

Although the woman had already stood in front of the old man, and in front of the woman's face, a few clouds were slowly blocking the woman's true face, and the old man could not see the woman's appearance clearly. However, the old man did not dare to neglect and saluted respectfully.

"You sit down!" The woman waved her hand without any politeness, and a layer of equally faint clouds fell on the chair Kong Hongwu had sat down before. She sat down gracefully, and then ordered again.

Kong Hongwu said respectfully: "Thank you, the Immortal Envoy, for giving him a seat." Then he sat on the chair where Linghu Piran just sat.

"Palace Master Confucius..." The Immortal Envoy was interrupted by Kong Hongwu as soon as he spoke, but when he saw Kong Hongwu standing up and laughing, "The Immortal Envoy was joking, it's better to call Kong Hongwu, this hall master dare not be a fool."

"Haha, Xingjun Hall is Xingjun Hall. The Lord of Confucius is called the Lord of Confucius, and there is nothing wrong with this!" The immortal envoy smiled faintly, and the floating clouds in front of him floated slightly.
Chapter completed!