Chapter Forty-Four: Willow in the Wind

  Murong Xue looked at Zhang Hao's expression at this moment, and thought of the handsome and elegant Zhang Hao in the forest just now. She sighed softly to herself, "A guy who never changes his ways!"

  Zhang Hao didn't know someone was spying on him, and took out the Blazing Crossbow from the Qiankun Bag, asking Xiang what method could quickly enhance the power of this Blazing Crossbow in his hand.

  Gazing at Zhang Hao's hand holding the explosive crossbow, he sneered and whispered something in Zhang Hao's ear.

  Zhang Hao's face changed color, and he burst out laughing immediately.

  The two of them seriously discussed it with a stinky fish-like expression, each revealing a gloomy smile.

  At this time, only a voice came from an array of transmission symbols on the attic, "Is Junior Brother here?"

  Zhang Hao hastily stood up in the transmission array and asked: "Big Brother Shifu, what's going on?"

  Zhang Yuefeng stood at the transmission post at the entrance of Tianjian Peak, somewhat embarrassed, and said: "You little stinker, August 12th is approaching, yesterday the Taoist who went out to buy clothes has already brought back the auspicious clothes, do you want to take a look now?"

  Zhang Hao immediately rushed over and opened the mountain gate, gathering up the large pile of materials that had been scattered everywhere.

  Zhang Yuefeng walked up the stairs and saw that Zhang Hao's energy was calm and his spiritual power was no longer swirling around his body, revealing any unusual phenomena. He secretly admired him.

  He immediately cupped his hands and said: "The day of great joy for my younger brother is approaching, use the jade slip to write your birth eight characters on it with sister's together and place them in front of the Palm Teach God!"

  "Alright! Thanks, brother!" Zhang Hao hastily replied and handed a jade slip with the birth date eight characters infused into it to Zhang Yuefeng.

  Zhang Yuefeng took the jade tablet and looked around, saying: "There isn't even a single outer disciple on Tianjian Peak, shall I go find some people to tidy it up for you?"

  "This matter, after I and my junior sister get married, I will have my own arrangements!"

  "That's okay! I'll go arrange for the wedding invitations to be sent out now and have my disciples deliver them to each of the sects in Tian Huang!"

  Zhang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

  Zhang Yuefeng saw Zhang Hao nodding slightly and not speaking, feeling a bit strange in his heart. Why did he feel that every time he found his younger brother, his younger brother seemed to be eager for him to leave?

  Zhang Hao really wanted Zhang Yuefeng to leave early! He still had many things to do, and August 12th was approaching soon. In his heart, he was actually very anxious, but out of courtesy, he didn't want to rush him away.

  "Farewell! Junior brother shouldn't stay in closed-door training for too long, now it's only twenty days away from August 12th." Zhang Yuefeng said with a bow and warm words.

  "Take care, Brother! I won't see you off," Zhang Hao said as he turned around and went back inside.

  In the following days, Zhang Yuefeng, who was far away in Xianchu Pavilion, could see that on Tianshu Peak, sometimes there were sword intents soaring into the sky, sometimes dark clouds gathering, and sometimes flames shining brightly.

  Zhang Yuefeng was increasingly curious about what Zhang Hao was up to, but the big commotion on Jian Feng today, and Shifu didn't say anything, should be a good thing.

  August 12th.

  The sky is clear and vast, with a bright blue color as pure as a blue gemstone.

  The Red Dust Sword Sect is filled with lanterns and streamers everywhere, a joyful atmosphere fills the air.

  All inner disciples are lined up on both sides of the Red Dust Hall, welcoming the various sects and factions from Tian Huang.

  Zhang Hao, wearing a bright red auspicious robe, stood at the entrance of the Red Dust Hall. Murong Xue had already removed the auspicious headscarf from her head and stood beside Zhang Hao. As both were cultivators, they dispensed with many mundane formalities.

  Xiaozi and Huāluò stood shoulder to shoulder in the inner hall.

  Zhang Yuefeng and a duty Daoist were collecting the Ling stones, gifts sent by various disciples, while using a jade slip to record them and perking up their ears to listen to the news coming from the foot of the mountain.

  Many disciples sent gifts and bid farewell, while others stayed behind to drink and chat.

  Outside the Red Dust Temple, a large number of disciples from Tian Huang gathered in the square, where several jars of Hundred Flower Spring were opened and poured into porcelain bowls.

  The wine is fragrant and overflowing, the people's voices are loud and enthusiastic.

  Zhang Yuefeng felt a bit anxious, looked up at the sun on his head, and then looked at Zhang Hao standing at the door with a calm expression, and his heart felt slightly more settled.

  At this moment, a voice came from the foot of the mountain: "Qī Xuán Mén Piāo Miǎo Dào Rén comes to congratulate Zhang Hao on his new marriage!"

  Zhang Hao smiled slightly and walked out of the Red Dust Hall with big strides.

  As he walked out of the house, he saw an old man wearing a plain gray robe, holding a dark willow branch in his hand, walking slowly towards him.

  The old man's hair was somewhat gray and white, his Taoist robe was somewhat old, but it didn't look shabby.

  Zhang Hao's ears caught a somewhat cold voice from Murong Xue: "He is the Drifter of the Dao!"

  Zhang Hao hastily stepped forward a few steps and said loudly: "Thank you, Uncle Shi, for coming!" After finishing speaking, he made a please gesture to open the way and let him go first.

  The Taoist slowly moved forward, following Zhang Hao's pointing direction to the VIP seat outside the platform. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Hao with a faint smile, saying in a low voice: "My nephew is really good at plotting!"

  This sentence was spoken very quietly, so quietly that only two people could hear it.

  "It's nothing, just a small matter! Not worth mentioning to outsiders!" Zhang Hao said with a hearty laugh.

  Outsiders look at the two of them and think they are so affectionate.

  As they walked up the steps to the square, Zhang Hao led the ethereal Daoist to take the first seat, and it was only then that he discovered there was a young Daoist beside the ethereal Daoist.

  The Taoist looked like he was in his twenties, wearing a simple and elegant green robe with a golden whip inserted at an angle by his waist.

  Feeling Zhang Hao's gaze, the man in green clothes cupped his hands and said: "Congratulations, congratulations!"

  "Thank you!" Zhang Hao said calmly.

  At this time, Murong Xue's voice came over quietly again: "He is the eldest disciple of Piaomiao Daoist, Liu Suifeng!"

  Zhang Hao turned his head and glanced at Murong Xue, seeing that Murong Xue's expression was natural, even the corners of her mouth hadn't moved, he knew this must be a kind of mental telepathy.

  Zhang Yuefeng saw that it was already late in the sky and hastily ordered a Taoist to instruct the disciples of the Xiancui Pavilion to start the banquet.

  People on duty began to send blood mushroom soup, Longgu rice, seven precious dishes, Qiong beef, and Tongxin lotus seed porridge symbolizing joy.

  Zhang Hao carried a jar of Baihuquan, broke the seal and raised the wine jar loudly: "Everyone eats well, drinks well, I'll drink first to show respect!" After finishing speaking, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

  A wandering Taoist picked up a grain of Longgu rice with his chopsticks and asked Zhang Hao with a warm gaze, "The Five-Colored Pot in the Xian Pavilion has been promoted to a magical instrument, right? Now, the quality of Longgu rice from the Hongchen Sword Sect is probably the best in Tianhuang!"

  Zhang Hao let out a loud belch and said: "I'm not too clear about this matter, you'd better ask my senior brother!"

  A faint glimmer appeared in the turbid eyes of the Daoist, and a faint smile immediately reappeared on his face.

  "What a wonderful person this junior is!" The Drifting Cloud Sect's master said, picking up a grain of Long Valley rice and putting it in his mouth.

  "What the hell!"

  Zhang Hao said loudly.

  The cultivators around looked at each other in dismay, not knowing why Zhang Hao spoke like that. But when they saw the ethereal Daoist's calm and composed face, his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, they resumed drinking and eating meat.

  The willow beside the Taoist's body flashed a hint of anger on his face, but he raised his eyes and saw the expression on his master's face, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

  At this time, Zhang Hao glanced around and threw a flirtatious glance at Xiaozi, smiling and saying:

  "I'm just a vulgar person, I love drinking, I love beautiful women, I love watching AV! You say I'm a wonderful person, aren't you cursing me?"

  Zhang Hao said with a smile as he watched the two of them with great interest.

  The Taoist priest closed his eyes slightly, as if he had entered a state of meditation, and did not respond.

  Liu followed the wind and saw Master's expression, hurriedly said: "Zhang Shidi, dare to admit, it is not an ordinary person!"

  Zhang Hao cursed in his heart: "This kid really knows how to pretend!" But on the surface, he smiled and said:

  "I'm not worthy!"

  Liu followed the wind and saw a sneer smile at the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth.

  Faintly said: "I've heard that Zhang Shixiong's Hongchen Sword Intent is the most talented person in the Hongchen Sword Sect, I wonder if Liu Mou can ask for advice?"

  "You... don't... deserve..." Zhang Hao smiled as he looked at Liu Suifeng, enunciating each word slowly, his narrow and long eyes slightly intoxicated, looking like he was a bit drunk.

  Liu said calmly, "You call yourself Haoran Sword, yet you don't dare to fight me. Won't that make the cultivators in Tianhuang laugh?"

  Zhang Hao saw that the face of the mysterious Taoist had no expression, and thought to himself that Liu Xiangfeng's challenge should have been allowed. Thinking about the crux of the matter, Zhang Hao slammed a jar of Baifeng Spring on the table and said, "Since you want to be humiliated, I'll fulfill your wish!"

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and loudly said to Zhang Yuefeng: "Senior brother, please open the Practicing Sword Pavilion!"

  Zhang Yuefeng listened and looked at Zhang Hao and Liu Suifeng with a calm expression, saying: "You two follow me!"