Chapter 1371 Preparation

At this point, even if the errands of Xiang Liu and Zhong Hongye are completed, it is also possible to find a quiet place to report to the sect, or simply run back to meet in person for an interview.

But when Shen Hao put down his teacup and was about to get up to see off the guests, Zhong Hongye and Xiang Liu were sitting on the opposite chairs and had no intention of getting up and leaving at all.

"Seniors, is there any unfinished business here?" Shen Hao smiled, and he found that the two people came here, it seemed that it was not just about hiring low-level monks.

Xiang Liu and Zhong Hongye looked at each other, and finally said to Liu: "Master Shen, after discussing the official business, there is still a little private matter, so I hope Master Shen will not hesitate to explain."

private matter? I have a private matter with you two, Shen Hao thought in his heart. But with a smile on his face, he waited for the other party to continue.

"I heard that Mr. Shen has been in the underground palace of the city of vain for the past two years. Not only is he safe and sound when the underground palace is full of poisonous miasma, but he can also improve his cultivation by leaps and bounds. It's never been heard through the ages. Even at our age, we can't stand the curiosity." Zhong Hongye continued to talk to Liu.

"Elder Zhong is right. At my age, I claim to have seen a lot of things in the world, but this is the first time I have heard of such an adventure as Mr. Shen's. The rumors outside are getting more and more outrageous. Know how much is true and how much is false. Since I have the opportunity to meet Mr. Shen this time, I want to ask Mr. Shen the truth in person.

If there is something abrupt, please don't blame Mr. Shen, it's really unbearable curiosity! Hahaha. "

With a few words, the two made the matter of investigating Shen Hao's details seem to have become a private matter to satisfy their own curiosity. This kind of thing is not something that the senior officials of Mingshan Sect and Wanjuanshushan asked them to find out. Shen Hao didn't even believe it.

But Shen Hao didn't have anything bad to say, he even prepared his speech from the beginning, wishing to spread more. So he laughed and told Yang Shan and Yang Qingzhi the "stories" he had mixed up with truth and falsehood that he had told Yang Shan and Yang Qingzhi in Fenghong Villa before.

And these "stories" so far, Shen Hao has only told a limited number of people, his two masters, his good friend Nie Yun, and the two in front of him.

"Is the underground palace real?"

"The blood-red spar is also real?"

Don't underestimate the information channels of the dignified super sect, at least in the sect circle, the news of Wanjuan Shushan and Mingshan sect is very well-informed. They even heard about the same thing the day after Nie Yun brought the news back to Guishan Seminary. It's just that the content is too shocking, and it also makes people subconsciously feel that it is exaggerated.

Now that Shen Hao finished speaking with his own ears, both Xiang Liu and Zhong Hongye couldn't help causing huge waves in their hearts.

"Yes, that's how Shen came here in the underground palace of the City of Death in the past two years. Although it turned out to be a great opportunity, many of the details have not been figured out until now. Maybe all the answers have to be found in the underground palace Only then can we unravel." Shen Hao's face was also full of depression, as if he felt uncomfortable because he couldn't understand what happened to him.

The corner of Xiang Liu's mouth twitched, and suppressed the urge to scold this Shen, "Don't know what's good", and said stiffly: "Master Shen, don't worry about it, time is fate, you are stepping into the mysterious sea now. It's a great fortune, so what's the point of having a little regret?"

"Oh, it would be great if I could find a few more blood-red spars at that time."

Xiang Liu and Zhong Hongye: "."

At this point in the chat, Xiang Liu and Zhong Hongye couldn't continue chatting with Shen. This behavior of acting like a good boy while taking advantage of it was really annoying. In order not to lose their composure, the two hurriedly got up and said goodbye, saying that they wanted to get rid of the old man as soon as possible. Shen Hao's suggestion about hiring low-level sect monks was reported back to the sect.

Before leaving, Xiang Liu took out a beautiful copper post from the storage bag and handed it to Shen Hao.

"This is a post that the Patriarch of the Sect asked me to send to Mr. Shen. I also invite Mr. Shen to come to Mingshan to join us on the ninth day of September. The whole Mingshan sect will be waiting for you!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, without giving Shen Hao a chance to refuse or to be polite, and left Shen Hao holding the heavy copper post to stand in front of the office for a long time before he came to his senses.

What is this? Yang Wanli, the patriarch of the Mingshan sect, delivered it to him personally?

The copper post in his hand weighs at least three catties, and it is quite heavy in the hand. It is carved with exquisite patterns, and there is a faint wave of mana lingering.

Looking carefully, some pan-spirit stones the size of sesame seeds were inlaid on the surface of the copper post to form a weak magic circle.

There are two large characters written on the front, and there are several small characters in the lower right corner.

Large characters: Invitation.

Small print: Sincerely, Ming Shanzong.

This is a very formal invitation. Shen Hao flipped it with his hands, touched the weak magic circle, instantly matched Shen Hao's soul fluctuation, and then released the buckle on the copper post.

After opening it, there were less than a hundred words in it, so it was really an invitation.

". On the ninth day of September, Mingshan will test the sword and prepare some thin wine. Please drive up the mountain to show what you have learned." The final signature is "Yang Wanli".

After reading it, Shen Hao suddenly remembered that this year really happened to be the beginning of the Sword Trial Conference, one of the two major events in the cultivation world. He went to Wanjuan Shushan to participate in the last book-tasting conference, and he also heard people mention the sword-testing conference parallel to the book-tasting conference. Later, Feng Yu, the second elder of the Mingshan sect, invited him, but in vain, the Underground Palace and his party trapped him, and it lasted two years, but now he has almost forgotten about it.

Putting the copper post on the table, Shen Hao thought to himself, what is the meaning of the Mingshan sect, or these two super sects?

According to the past practice, if there are any big celebrations or grand ceremonies in the Xiujie sect circle, Fenghong Villa will receive invitations. Those present are usually the owner of the villa with a few elders, plus deacons who deal with external affairs. There are also cases where deacons of foreign affairs are individually appointed to participate, and there are not many. For example, the previous book tasting conference organized by Wanjuan Shushan only sent Shen Hao, the head deacon of foreign affairs, to the Fenghong Villa, and the owner of the villa, Yang Xiusheng, did not go at all.

So Shen Hao is going to Ming Shanzong to participate in the sword test meeting no matter what. But the identity should be the "Deacon of Foreign Affairs of Fenghong Villa". The invitations of Ming Shanzong should also be sent directly to Fenghong Villa, and then Yang Xiusheng, the owner of Fenghong Villa, would assign Shen Hao to go, instead of handing invitations to Shen Hao directly.

"Does this mean that you want me to participate in the sword test meeting in a private capacity?" Shen Hao seemed to understand why Ming Shanzong specially sent him such an invitation. And because he was worried that he would refuse, Xiang Liu forced the copper post into Shen Hao's hand, turned around and ran away.

"Is this trying to show me to Fenghong Villa and Jing Jiuchao as a baby? Are you planning to trick me?" The corner of Shen Hao's mouth gradually raised a smile, and he didn't know what he thought of.