After Zhao Lingwu left, Lu Zhenhai was overjoyed and thanked Xu Yi repeatedly, and asked for a big banquet for guests to entertain all the guests.

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the guests dispersed, only five or six people with extremely thick skin were looking forward to getting some benefits from Lu Zhenhai, but they did not leave.

Xu Yi was not interested in staying with the overly sleek Lu Zhenhai for a long time, so he directly asked Lu Zhenhai for jade tokens.

Lu Zhenhaidao, "Brother Yiling is so anxious. Come with me, come home. I will entertain you for a while. Then invite Lord Song. How can you not accomplish what Brother Yiling asks for?"

Xu Yi smiled coldly, "It seems that Brother Lu really didn't treat me as an outsider."

As he said that, with a wave of his hand, a thunder blew directly at the foot of Lu Zhenhai. After the lightning strike, the ground was charred. Lu Zhenhai seemed to have lost his soul and stood there in a daze. He silently took out a jade plaque and threw it at Xu Yi, not daring to say nonsense.

Just now, when the thunder pounced on him, he felt that his spiritual platform had been shattered, and thousands of thunders were everywhere, and the glorious destruction almost made him lose his mind. He would not want to come and suffer the second chance.

Thinking of Xu Yi's decisive decisiveness in killing Dong Xiaoshan and the Old Ancestor of Kumu, he suddenly realized that the old demon Yiling was definitely not a fame. Could it be that he would have good results if he entangled with such a demon?

When he thought of the golden talisman and jade tablets that Xu Yi took away, he felt heartbroken, but when he looked at the spiritual spring with misty spiritual power, he felt relieved again.

After getting the jade plaque, Xu Yi no longer delayed and flew to the air. Halfway through the journey, he suddenly saw someone bowing from afar to thank him. When he looked closely, it was Chen Fangge, a corpse sword.

When Xu Yi got closer, Chen Fangge thanked him loudly, which was for the sake of life-saving grace.

Xu Yiqi made a high-profile statement that everyone could kill a scum like the Dead Wood Ancestor, without any thanks.

Chen Fangge said, "Dry wood deserves death, but I survived because of Brother Yiling. I will not thank Brother Yiling to kill the dead wood, but I will thank Brother Yiling to make me survive."

Xu Yi laughed, "That's the reason. OK, Brother Chen's thank you, I received it, so don't worry."

Chen Fangge said, "How can you thank me for your great kindness? At present, Chen really has no way to repay you. Brother Xu, please wait for a while, Chen will definitely repay you later." As he said that, he threw a Ruyi Bead, obviously to establish a connection with Xu Yi.

Xu Yi took it, Chen Fangge clasped his fists again and turned around.

Watching Chen Fangge leave, Xu Yi said intimately, "This is a wonderful person."

In the evening, it started to rain lightly. Xu Yi bought an oil-paper umbrella and walked into Willow Leaf Lane in Hui'an City. The evening breeze was raining, and the purple wind chimes under the low eaves on both sides of the street made a melodious sound.

Xu Yi turned into a braised cooking shop, ordered two pounds of burning knife, a plate of sautumn and a large pot of oil poured on filth, and ate it comfortably with the burnt meat patties posted in the fireplace.

He has always believed that enjoying delicious food is one aspect, and the environment and mood are the more important aspects.

The evening breeze and drizzle are alleys, sitting alone in the street shop, you already have a mood. As long as the food is acceptable, it will be a delicious meal.

Facts have proved that this old store, whose signatures are soaked by fireworks, does have its own specialty.

Xu Yi was sweating all over the place after a meal. He drank the spicy soup under water, and he couldn't describe the softness and comfort.

After taking a meal, Xu Yi got up and left the shop, walked through several narrow alleys, walked more than ten miles along a river bank, and settled his footsteps in front of a towering mansion.

In front of the mansion, two stone lions like small hills guarded the gate, two feet tall, above the domineering word "Song Mansion", supplemented by formations, shining brightly under the twilight night.

Xu Yi stood in front of the door for a moment, and the small door on one side opened. An old man in green robe stood on the steps and asked Xu Yi what was going on.

The old man is the old man from the Song family, and he has been a disciple of many years. He can see what his identity is at a glance.

Xu Yi's demeanor was there, and he would not be as rude as he was to low-level monks.

Xu Yi took out the jade plaque and said loudly, "I came to visit me by the old friend of the Immortal Song, and asked my father-in-law to report it to you."

Xu Yi took out the jade token, and the old man's eyes straightened. He approached him, looked at him for a moment, then invited Xu Yi from the side door and asked Xu Yi to sit in the ear room. He hurried to report.

In just half a cup of tea, the old man left and returned, and the old man's face became a little more respectful. He asked Xu Yi to enter the backyard.

Bypassing the yard twice and passing through a winding corridor, Xu Yi's open perception keenly captured several array eyes, and raised his vigilance in his heart, but he didn't think it was surprising.

After all, as Song Youlong's identity, there are some forbidden formations in his house, which is normal.

After the old man took Xu Yi to the backyard, he left. The main hall of the backyard was brightly lit, and a figure stood in the hall, looking at Xu Yi from afar.

With just a look, Xu Yi knew that this person must be Song Youlong, the left-ranking official of the Dongzong Mansion, and the person next to him could be faked. The aura of the Ghost Fairyland and the demeanor of the great power could not be faked.

Song Youlong invited Xu Yi into the hall. After the two sides met, they sat down with the guests and the host. Xu Yi told some of the scenes. While taking out a jade box and opening it, there were five incense beads in it. At the same time, he took out the jade plaque and said what he wanted.

Xu Yi has a clear relationship. Although there is a jade tablet, according to the agreement, Song Youlong must help.

But the agreement is an agreement. It has been so many years since Song Youlong refused to recognize this jade token, so he prepared a generous gift to take into account both human favors and interests. In this way, there is little possibility that Song Youlong would refuse.

Clinker Song Youlong ignored the jade box containing five incense beads, but held the jade token in his palm, rubbed it carefully, his eyes were distant, recalling his friendship with the ancestors of the Lu family in the past, and said with a sigh, "Since you have brought the jade token, no matter whether this matter can be done or not, I will never disappoint you."

Xu Yi stood up and saluted, "For this reason, thank you for the great kindness of Emperor Song. I will repay you in the future."

Song Youlongtuan reunited with his face and laughed, "I dare to ask fellow Taoist Xu, take this seriously."

"Of course it's true."

Xu Yi said decisively, but his heart was secretly upset.

Song Youlong's words obviously do not conform to the routines in the social field.

His words are true, but most of them are polite. If Song Youlong really finds him in the future, Xu Yi will naturally not refuse if he thinks of today's affairs.

But Song Youlong emphasized that this matter is true or false. If he wants him to express his opinion for the second time, the problem will be serious, and most of them will be to throw out a heavy burden.
Chapter completed!