Chapter 79

Zheng Zheng Laolao Zheng went back to the house to rest, leaving Liu Liu Xiaolou in the courtyard, unable to make head or tail of it. This trip was only fifty miles, and he was driving; it didn't take much effort. Wouldn't it be fine to give the reward? Was there a need to hold a banquet?

"This manager, let's skip the banquet, shall we?" Liu Liu Xiaolou said to the manager.

The managing old nanny squeezed out a smile and replied: "Zheng Zheng Laolao has ordered it, so please don't refuse, guest." Her face was full of fat, and just by squeezing it slightly, her cheeks trembled like waves, which made Liu Liu Xiaolou feel terrified.

Intimidated by this fat, Liu Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to bow his head and agree. He followed a maid out of the moon gate, passed through two wind-and-rain corridors, and went to a side courtyard to stay. This courtyard had only three rooms; the main room in the north was slightly larger, and the side rooms on the east and west were slightly smaller, but not by much. There was no woodshed or kitchen, and a jujube tree was planted in the middle. At a glance, it was a guest courtyard used to entertain guests.

The Zheng family's Red Snail Manor was very large, and there were countless guest courtyards like this. Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Liu Liu Xiaolou occupied the main room in the north.

The maid brought hot water for washing and tidied up the bed for Liu Liu Xiaolou before retiring. Liu Liu Xiaolou tried to probe for information about the Red Snail Manor, but the maid's mouth was very tight; she only pursed her lips and smiled without answering. Only when she really couldn't avoid it did she answer: "This servant's status is low, and I don't know what the guest is asking."

The dinner prepared by the Red Snail Manor was very delicate. Among them was a dish of large snail slices. After eating it, his lips and teeth felt refreshed, and a faint, lingering spiritual power arose in his abdomen, which truly gave Liu Liu Xiaolou a surprise. After finishing a plate of snail slices, it was as if he had eaten three bowls of spirit rice; the spiritual power contained in both was about the same.

When the maid came in to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, she did not avoid the details of this dish. She told Liu Liu Xiaolou: "This is our Red Snail Manor's specialty, the White Dew Fortune Snail, which grows in White Dew Lake and is not easy to catch. Since a distinguished guest is visiting the manor, we cooked it to entertain you."

After the meal, it was late at night. Liu Liu Xiaolou strolled in the courtyard, standing under the jujube tree, looking up at the bright moon through the mottled branches. The wind was cold, and the moon was even colder, but his heart was somewhat hot.

After eating the White Dew Fortune Snail, he had another layer of understanding of the strength of the Zheng family of Luo Mountain. Any cultivation family with output, whether it was Eyang Manor or Jinping Manor, was an important attachment to a famous sect, and their status in the sect was not low, and their financial resources were sufficiently strong.

Looking at Zheng Zheng Laolao Zheng's intention, she was keeping him for the night and holding a banquet, and today she even treated him with spirit snails. Could it be that she had the intention of recruiting him as a retainer? If so, of course, he would agree without hesitation. As for modesty and yielding, there was no need at all. It's just that his own cultivation was slightly insufficient, and he was not quite qualified to be a retainer, but nothing is absolute. What if the Zheng family's own cultivation was weak? Didn't Zheng Zheng Laolao Zheng say on the road that her sons were not very successful?

Taking a step back, even if he couldn't be a retainer, if he could be hired as a deacon, that would also be fine. He had inquired about the Zang family of Eyang Mountain; the deacons hired by the Zang family were issued salary rice every month, which could be converted into six spirit stones a year. Although it was not much, it was stable income, and he didn't have to risk his life fighting. It could be considered a good future. He thought the Red Snail Manor shouldn't be any worse than that, right?

If this could really happen, it would be much better than just receiving a reward! The only thing to worry about was that Zheng Zheng Laolao Zheng didn't mind his background in Wulong Mountain, but what about the others in the Zheng family?

With this thought in mind, Liu Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but feel his heart fluctuate. Just as he was worrying about gains and losses, the maid's figure appeared at the moon gate again, followed by two young men.

Looking through the moonlight, one was elegant and refined, with white clothes whiter than snow, floating like a celestial being; the other was gentle and elegant, with a dark green shirt, romantic and suave. They were two handsome young masters.

Are these two junior disciples of the Zheng family? Did they come specially to express their gratitude to this Daoist?

Why go so far!

The maid led the two into the courtyard, bowed to Liu Liu Xiaolou, and said simply: "Immortal Master Liu, this is the Bai Yun Swordsman, and this is the Green-Shirt Scholar. May the three immortal masters get closer."

Liu Liu Xiaolou was stunned, thinking to himself that they were not Zheng family disciples. Could it be that they were also retainers recruited by the Zheng family? He cupped his hands in salute, but the two snorted through their noses, walked directly past Liu Liu Xiaolou, and sized up the three rooms.

The maid reminded him in a low voice: "Immortal Master Liu arrived first and has already moved into the main room. The two of you can live in the east and west rooms separately. It's getting late, so the three immortal masters should rest early, and this servant will retire."

Saying this, she exited the courtyard.

The two glanced at Liu Liu Xiaolou in unison. Liu Liu Xiaolou cupped his hands, still maintaining the posture of saluting. Seeing their appearance, he slowly lowered his hands, and a jade pendant slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

He didn't know the cultivation level of these two, and whether his illusion array could trap them, but this was not a place for a life-and-death struggle. It was not convenient to expose the Ground-Severing Yuan-Binding Rope, and the Illusory Fragrant Tendons had been exhausted in the battle to surround and kill Hou Sheng. The only thing he could use was the Three Mystical Swords. If he had to fight two against one, it would probably be bad.

His eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the shoulders and wrists of the two, ready to activate the Deep Abyss Mystical Stone Array at any time.

Suddenly, he heard the Green-Shirt Scholar ask: "Immortal Master Liu? May I ask where your immortal hometown is? What sect and faction?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou had never been ashamed of his background and answered calmly: "This junior is from Wulong Mountain in Western Xiang, the Three Mystical Sect."

The Bai Yun Swordsman immediately frowned: "How could the Red Snail Manor recruit even wild cultivators from Wulong Mountain?"

The Green-Shirt Scholar flicked his sleeves in displeasure: "Truly ashamed to be associated with you! That main room cannot be lived in. For the east and west rooms, let us judge by our cultivation levels; the winner chooses!"

The Bai Yun Swordsman nodded in agreement: "That should be the case!"

The two withdrew their gazes, ignored Liu Liu Xiaolou, and glared at each other instead.

Liu Liu Xiaolou was speechless for a moment. However, in the ten-plus years since he began cultivation, he had been despised many times and had long since become accustomed to it. It was not worth getting angry or even losing his temper. If cultivators from Wulong Mountain got angry and lost their temper over such things all day, they would have been angered to death long ago.

He was full of anticipation for the battle that was about to begin before his eyes. He really wanted to see the level of cultivators from Eastern Xiang, so he stepped aside, ready to observe the battle.

He saw the Bai Yun Swordsman slowly draw his long sword and flick his finger, shooting out a sword light like a rainbow, saying to the Green-Shirt Scholar: "This is the Bai Yun Sword; the sword light can spit out three feet. This junior has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. I wonder what your cultivation level is, brother? Can you test the sword?"

The Green-Shirt Scholar flipped his wrist, revealing a large iron fan in his palm, opening and closing it with a clatter, with thunder and lightning faintly clashing between the fan leaves.

This was also a kind of "sword light"!

"This is the Wind-Thunder Eight-Fold Fan; there are eight pillars of thunder and lightning in the fan. This junior is also at the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Liu Liu Xiaolou, who was watching from the sidelines, became excited. The magic treasures in the hands of these two were extraordinary; they were mostly disciples of famous families, and their cultivation levels were two levels higher than his own. This battle was well worth watching!

After holding his breath for a long time, the Bai Yun Swordsman and the Green-Shirt Scholar still did not make a move, continuing to stare at each other, colliding with countless sparks.

Liu Liu Xiaolou knew that both sides were building up their momentum. The more momentum they built up, the more intense the fight would be, which made him look forward to it even more.

Suddenly, he heard the Bai Yun Swordsman ask: "Which meridian is brother currently attacking?"

The Green-Shirt Scholar replied: "The Hand Hand Jueyin Meridian; I have already broken through the Bai Yang Jian Shi point and am currently attacking the Neiguan point!"

Hearing this, the Bai Yun Swordsman felt miserable, sighed, put away the Bai Yun Sword, cupped his hands, and bowed: "This junior has just passed the Qie Sect point, which is a move behind you, brother. I admit defeat!"

The Green-Shirt Scholar smiled while shaking his fan: "Your mind is broad and your bearing is graceful, which is admirable. Then this junior will not be polite; I accept your concession."

After saying this, he closed the iron fan and stepped directly into the east room.

The Bai Yun Swordsman was full of loneliness, turned around and entered the west room. When he closed the door, he sighed softly: "There are mountains beyond mountains; we should work even harder."

The courtyard returned to silence, leaving only Liu Liu Xiaolou, who was at a loss, looking left and right, unable to figure it out.

That's it?