Wuxia: I’m driving Gundam in Mixed Wu

The lights are on.

Murong Villa’s housekeeper sang a gift list at the door of the hall, and immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

Yun Feiyang, who was tired of dealing with the ridicule of Zhang Jing’s cousins, was only then relieved.

“The Shaolin Temple hosts the Master of Kongwen and presents three Shaolin Xiaohuan Dan,…… I wish Murong Zhuang the sun and the moon Changming and Songhe Changchun. ”

“Wudang sent Song Yuanqiao in charge, gave three dragon blood pills and one blood lingzhi plant,…… I wish Murong Zhuang Lord happiness like the East China Sea, and Shoubi Nanshan. ”

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“Jiangnan Jiangbei Hejiang hero, give the three friends of the year Han carved lacquer shouping, three strings of East China Sea pearls,…… I wish Murong Zhuang Lord Songhe a spring and all the best. ”

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“Aunt Qin, the master of the two broad alliances, gave Changbai Mountain a five-hundred-year-old ginseng plant and three snow lotus plants of Tianshan Mountain,…… I wish my father-in-law a long life and eternal prosperity. ”

The protagonist of the banquet, Murong Zhengde, the owner of Murong Villa, had already sat on the main throne at this time, and when he heard the congratulatory gift sent by Qin Jian, he couldn’t help but say:

“Virtuous son-in-law, such a heavy courtesy, it is really too polite.”

For people in martial arts, heavenly materials and earth treasures can be encountered but not sought.

And the ginseng on Changbai Mountain, in the case of being sifted over and over again by countless warriors, each plant is very precious, let alone five hundred years old.

Qin Jian got up and said:

“Father-in-law is serious, this is just a little bit of the son-in-law and Shanshan’s heart.”

Seeing his daughter and son-in-law honoring himself so much, Murong Zhengde laughed with joy, but verbally pretended to reprimand.

Although the gifts of the other seven sons-in-law were not as precious as Qin Jian, they were also rare treasures.

The filial piety of his daughter and son-in-law, coupled with the praise of the surrounding guests, made Murong Zhengde very relieved.

After looking around for a week, Murong Zhengde suddenly found an unfamiliar face on the table, and couldn’t help but ask:

“Which son is this?”

Mrs. Murong next to her smiled and replied:

“This is Jingjing’s friend, specially brought to you to celebrate your birthday.”

Murong Zhengde became interested when he heard this, and said with a mocking smile:

“Since it was brought by Jingjing, then the old man must get to know each other well.”

“I don’t know what to call this prince?”

Yun Feiyang stood up, bowed to Murong Zhengde, and said:

“In Xiayun Feiyang, meet the owner of Murong Zhuang, and wish the owner a blessing like the East China Sea, and a better life than Nanshan.”

“Good, good, good…”

Murong Zhengde laughed and shouted loudly, saying:

“Yun Feiyang, good name.”

“In the future, we will be a family, don’t be polite.”

Hearing Murong Zhengde’s words, Yun Feiyang subconsciously looked at Zhang Jing and found that she did not refute it, obviously acquiescing.

Seeing this, Yun Feiyang also made a childlike gesture again, picked up the wine glass and said to Murong Zhengde:

“In this way, Feiyang is more respectful than obedient.”

At this time, the gift list also happened to sing to Zhang Jing’s position.

“Miss Zhang Jing, Yunfeiyang Gongzi, give two handles of jade ruyi and three blood bodhi, wish your aunt auspicious and prosperous, rich and healthy.”

“Blood Bodhi?”

The ceremony was single, but the younger generation did not react much.

Among the old and well-informed seniors, there was a sudden discussion.

The sudden noise made Murong Zhengde confused.

The head of the Shaolin Temple, who was at the main table with Murong Zhengde, suddenly spoke:

“Murong Zhuang Lord, the poor monk has a request, and he also asks the owner to agree.”

Murong Zhengde temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart and said:

“Master of empty news, but it doesn’t hurt to say.”

Kong Wen was also not polite, and said directly:

“The poor monk just heard that the congratulatory gift sent by Zhang Jingnu has three blood bodhi, I don’t know if it can open the poor monk’s eyes.”

Song Yuanqiao next to him also echoed and said:

“Lord Murong Zhuang, I am also very curious below, I want to see what this blood bodhi looks like?”

The Shaolin and Wudang family members both wanted to see this so-called blood bodhi, and Murong Zhengde was not easy to refuse, and he also wanted to see what a fetish the blood bodhi that could cause the largest sect of the Daming Dynasty was.

“Since the two leaders have such interest, the old man naturally can’t be discouraged.”

So he ordered his men to bring the blood bodhi.

After a while, a servant came over with a wooden box.

Zhang Jing looked up and saw that it was the wooden box that Yun Feiyang had just given her.

Murong Zhengde took the wooden box, looked at it secretly, and found that it was just an ordinary wooden box, and then opened the box and saw the three blood bodhi inside.

I have to say that just looking at the appearance, Blood Bodhi does look very bluffing.

Murong Zhengde glanced at it twice, and then handed the box to Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao next to him.

From the eager expressions on the part of Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao when they took the box, and the serious expression when they looked at the blood bodhi now, Murong Zhengde guessed that this blood bodhi must be extremely precious.

Both Shaolin and Wudang are schools with a long history and deep roots, and there are records of the classics of the Blood Bodhi, a rare and exotic fruit school.

Under the mutual confirmation of Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao, it was determined that the three blood bodhi were all genuine.

Song Yuanqiao covered the box and said with emotion:

“Lord Murong Zhuang is so blessed, not only is his daughter and son-in-law so filial, but even his niece is not too much to let go.”

Kong Wen pushed the box back to Murong Zhengde with some reluctance, and Ying He said:

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Even such a treasure as the blood bodhi can be given as a gift, and the poor monks are very envious.”

After confirming that the blood bodhi was genuine, Murong Jiu couldn’t wait to say to Zhang Jing:

“Jing sister, you actually have a blood bodhi.”

Murong Jiu was proficient in pharmacology, and naturally he also knew the rare fruit of blood bodhi, and also understood the preciousness of it.

At this time, no matter how dull Zhang Jing was, he should also know that Blood Bodhi was not as ordinary as Yun Feiyang said, so he asked Murong Jiu:

“Is Blood Bodhi precious?”

“Legend has it that the blood bodhi is a worldly fruit born of the blood of the fire unicorn, and if there is a serious injury, it will be treated, and if there is no injury, it will increase the effectiveness of the skill.”

“Three blood bodhi is equivalent to three chances to escape from death, you say precious or not.”

Murong Jiu grabbed Zhang Jing’s hand and said with a look of anticipation:

“It’s a pity that although the legend of blood bodhi has always been circulating in the rivers and lakes, no one has achieved the results.”

“Jingmei, do you still have Blood Bodhi? Can you give me one. ”

Murong Jiu has practiced the ‘Fossil Divine Skill’ hard for nearly ten years, but he has only cultivated to the third turn, and he is still far from the ninth transformation Dacheng.

If you can help with blood bodhi, you may be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Zhang Jing couldn’t stand Murong Jiu’s hot eyes, secretly withdrew his hand, and said:

“Blood Bodhi is a gift from Yun Feiyang, and I don’t know if he still has it.”

“Yun Feiyang?”

The people at the same table are all well-known martial arts masters in the rivers and lakes, and their ears are clear.

Zhang Jing’s words, they naturally heard it.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes focused on Yun Feiyang.

Let Yun Feiyang once again enjoy the treatment that is in the limelight.