Madam Song looked at Song Family Head, "Song Zhenxu--"
"Madam, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hidden my personal money,"
"--Zhier wrote a letter, inviting us to attend her Bonding Ceremony."
Two voices sounded at the same time, followed by a pause at the same time.
Madam Song narrowed his eyes. "Private money!?"
Song Family Head was surprised and lost his temper. "Bonding Ceremony!?"
The two of them said in unison, their faces filled with shock.
Madam Song was the first to attack, grabbing Song Family Head's ear. "Okay Song Zhenxu, tell me, how much private money have you hidden? Which little goblin are you going to raise with your private money?"
"Oh, madam, don't pull, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hidden my private money," Song Zhenxu covered his ears and begged for mercy, completely forgetting that he was a Golden Core Stage monk, and Madam Song's little strength was not painful to him. "Madam, what is important now is Zhi'er's business. What did you just say? Bonding Ceremony's Bonding Ceremony?"
Madam Song then let go of Song Family Head. She handed the things on the table to Song Family Head and sighed, "See for yourself."
Song Family Head took it and looked at it and found that it was a big red invitation.
Although Song Family Head is the head of a third-rate family, he has seen a lot of good things. He recognized at a glance that the silk satin used for decoration on the invitation was a piece of valuable Radiant Silk. Radiant Silk cannot be dyed and is circulated in the market. Most of them are plain Radiant Silk, which is impervious to water and fire. It has a radiant effect under the sun, hence its name. However, the bright red Radiant Silk is priceless and is often used to decorate an invitation.
Song Family Head was secretly shocked by such extravagant handwriting, and thought that this invitation was sent by Song Zhizhi, her Bonding Ceremony invitation. Song Family Head hurriedly opened the invitation, skipping a long paragraph of praise, and looked at the signature in the lower left corner of the invitation -
Song Zhizhi, Mingxiao.
Song Family Head was stunned, "Madam, pinch me quickly to see if I'm hallucinating. Why did I see Sword Venerable Mingxiao's name on it?"
Madam Song rolled his eyes, raised his hand and twisted the inside of Song Family Head's arm hard.
"Ouch!" Song Family Head screamed in pain.
It hurts, but it's not a dream or hallucination. Looking at the invitation again, the signature on it remains unchanged.
Song Family Head recalled the words of an old friend in the teahouse: I didn't expect Sword Venerable's mysterious Daoist monk to be his Zhizhi! Eat melons at your own home!
Song Family Head I suddenly felt like something was falling out of the sky.
However, Madam Song's mood was completely opposite to his. She looked at the invitation and was worried. "Husband, Zhi'er should have never known Sword Venerable before. Why would he marry Zhi'er?"
"Why don't you care? Isn't this a good thing? This is Sword Venerable! If we can get in touch with you, our Song Household will be prosperous soon."
"I'm afraid that this marriage is not voluntary for Zhi'er. Think about it, our Zhi'er is eighteen years old and as beautiful as a flower. Sword Venerable is over five hundred years old. What if Sword Venerable falls in love with Zhi'er's beauty and forcibly marries her..."
The more Madam Song thought about it, the more she felt that her guess was right. "No, I have to ask Miao'er. She is at the Sword Sect. She should know the situation. If Zhi'er is really forced, then we must ask Sword Sect for an explanation!"
*
Song Zhizhi didn't know what happened to Song Household. She was practicing Sword Flight at this time.
Yes, Sword Flight, Song Zhizhi has been coveting this technique for a long time ever since she saw her disciple Sword Flight at the Sword Sect mountain gate. After more than half a month, her cultivation finally reached the foundation building level, and it was time to put this course on the agenda.
Originally it was the responsibility of the master or the senior brothers and sisters to teach the disciples Sword Flight, but here at Song Zhizhi, Qingyu is a hands-off shopkeeper who only teaches Formation, illusion, her senior brother has not yet come out of seclusion, so the task of teaching Song Zhizhi to learn Sword Flight falls on Sword Venerable Mingxiao.
Song Zhizhi's spirit sword was interrupted in the competition with Feng Yulong, and Xie Xiuji gave her another spirit sword that he had used before forging Lifebound Spirit Sword.
It's just that I don't know whether it's because Xie Xiuji's spirit sword doesn't match her attributes, or it's because of her own skills. Song Zhizhi has never been able to master Sword Flight's tricks. Even though she staggered on the spirit sword and flew up, less than half a meter off the ground, she fell down again.
Fortunately, Xie Xiuji was able to catch her in time every time, so Song Zhizhi never fell once.
She obviously learned swordsmanship very quickly, why is it so difficult to learn Sword Flight? Song Zhizhi frowned in distress. "Xie Xiuji, am I too stupid? Even Sword Flight can't learn it well..."
"No, learning Sword Flight is indeed not an easy task. It took me half a day to learn how to Sword Flight. Take your time, don't worry." Sword Venerable Mingxiao, who had already learned Sword Flight in half an hour, was telling lies with his eyes open.
He won't say that Song Zhizhi doesn't need to learn Sword Flight when he is here, because Cultivation World is not as peaceful as it appears. Song Zhizhi learns Sword Flight, at least when she encounters danger in the future and he is not by her side, Song Zhizhi will at least have the ability to escape or wait for him to come, instead of just being caught.
Qingyu, who was passing by, clicked his tongue in disdain: How could her good disciple believe such a clumsy lie?
"Really? Xie Xiuji, if I learn Sword Flight in half a day, will I be better than you?" She heard her good disciple's voice full of fighting spirit.
Qingyu:... Is it really true that I am pregnant for three years and I am fooled? Do you believe this kind of lie to fools?
She glanced at the two people over there, and happened to see Xie Xiuji holding Song Zhizhi's waist and holding her shoulders to prevent her from falling.
Qingyu turned around angrily: The stinky couple shows off their affection on her hilltop every day!
Song Zhizhi glanced at the strong, strong hands of the man on her waist. A cultivator is impervious to cold and heat, and the clothes on her body are mainly light and thin to facilitate movement, so she could feel Xie Xiuji's body temperature transmitted to her waist through the clothes, making it a little warm and a little itchy.
Xie Xiuji supported her and slowly Sword Flight flew up, explaining the essentials of Sword Flight behind her in detail.
Xie Xiuji's clear voice sounded above her head, and the heat spread from her waist to her ears. Song Zhizhi felt drowsy when she heard it.
Find balance in the wind?