Strange World Little Cooking Saint - 886. Chapter 871

Before Shi Yu could answer, Huan Mo said one step at a time: “You didn’t notice that the formation around here has only weakened a lot.”

“Weakened?” If weakened, it is not impossible for this junior to break through. It’s just why this formation is so good that it will weaken?

The others looked at each other, with a little puzzled in their eyes.

Huan Mo did not continue this topic, but introduced Shi Yu one by one to everyone present, “Apprentice, this is the Sword Master, this is the Qin Saint.”

Shi Yu looked at the two amiable old men in front of him, and immediately saluted again.

“In the Three Sages of Law Enforcement, there was originally a Sword Sage. But Sword Sage went away and didn’t come today.” Huan Mo said, and introduced a group of old men and women a little later.

These people are not the eight elders of law enforcement, but the power of the Sejong Sejong family and the top ones are casual cultivators. Basically, Shi Yu has never heard of them.

Of course, not everyone is as kind as the Juggernaut, at least apart from the Second Sage, the others looked at Shi Yu’s expressions with a smile, but the serious look did not hide it.

Shi Yu knew that they were all in this position. Although they would take into account the face of Huan Zong, they would not insist on showing joy to himself.

After introducing the old one, Huan Mo introduced the young one.

“This is Yang Mo, the disciple of the Juggernaut,” Yang Mo is a girl, petite, looking sixteen or seventeen years old, with a baby fat on her face. His face can’t be regarded as stunning, but it is also delicate and lovely. When Huan Mo introduced, she also nodded and smiled at Shi Yu.

What is the Juggernaut’s attitude towards Shiyu, she will definitely not go against the master. Moreover, Shi Yu is a descendant of the fantasy sect. In the future, two people will have to deal with each other. It would be even better if they could become friends.

Shi Yu agreed to smile back, and then looked at another young man.

“This is Yuehuan-level.” Huan Mo’s smile became thicker.

Shi Yu was very surprised. The young man in front of him was handsome, and his moon-colored robe was in line with his temperament like a cloud like a moon. However, he is slightly different from ordinary people—his eyes are light green, and the color is not strong, like a light green with light clouds around the bamboo and leaf tips.

“This time Huanjie came to worship instead of Fantasy Moon Sect. Speaking of which, you two are about the same age. You can get to know each other more.” Huan Mo said.

Shi Yu glanced at her master, and she always felt that the current second master was a little weird, and seemed to be too enthusiastic.

Yue Huanjie was also looking at Shiyu, and she honestly said that the woman in front of her was not bad, and the illusionist’s unique white hair made her more eye-catching than others. Unlike the noble lady above her, her brows and eyes did not have that domineering momentum, and her eyes were full of plainness, which looked like ordinary little girls.

This is interesting.

The fantasy sect people are notoriously few, but they are also famously powerful. Otherwise, why should a group of hundreds of people deter the surrounding monsters? No matter who becomes the descendant of the phantom sect, he will inevitably feel a little complacent in his heart, but this person is kind.

I heard that she came from the ninth heaven, and it shouldn’t be easy to think about it all the way to the present one.

As the thoughts flowed in his mind, Yue Huanjie also showed a kind smile towards Shi Yu.

No one is stupid, and it is better to try to be kind before you don’t have the confidence to be arrogant.

After getting acquainted with everyone, the worship began.

In fact, the worship was not too solemn, just light incense and candles, and then salute. Shi Yu stood behind the crowd, watching the predecessors in front bend forward one by one to insert incense.

Senior Wen Xuan’s tomb is no different from an ordinary tomb, with lush grass on the head and deep green leaves behind the grave. Little unknown flowers bloom around, some of them resemble gypsophila. If you don’t look at the words on the tombstone, no one will guess that this is the tomb of a generation of outstanding people.

What attracted Shiyu’s eyes most was the words on the tombstone. I don’t know what material the tombstone was made of. It was grayish white like stone but not jade. It was written in cinnabar, “The tomb of my father Wen Xuan and my mother Song Ci”. The character is balanced, hard and thin, and the stippling is very beautiful, with the potential to cut and thunderously, Shi Yu couldn’t help but read it for a while.

This word should be written by Wen Heng.

Originally, there is a suzerain in the Phantom Sect, and other people can follow and salute. Suddenly the Sect Master called Shi Yu to the tomb and handed her three sticks of incense: “Good deed, you and Wen Heng are friends. Since we are here today, let’s go to the incense too.”

“Yes.” Shi Yu respectfully took the incense, bent over and inserted it.

Huan Mo squinted at his senior brother, but the sword saint on one side raised his brow.

Isn’t Shiyu also surnamed Shi?

After the hallowed worship, this tomb sweeping is also over. After the group returned along the original road, the Juggernaut asked Shi Yu in a very kind tone: “Shi girl knows Wen Heng?”

“Yes.” Shi Yu knew that Wen Heng’s status was unusual, and was afraid that he would lose if he said too much, so he only answered politely.

Unexpectedly, the Juggernaut didn’t ask much, he just touched his beard and smiled, “That’s really rare.” Then there was no more words, but instead he asked about some things about her.

Shi Yu felt a little inexplicable, but still responded one by one.

When returning to the main hall, the lord entertained the distinguished guests. Huan Mo originally wanted Shi Yu to entertain Yue Huanjie and Yang Mo, but someone came from below, saying that there was a guest who wanted to see Shi Yu, so he switched to someone else.

When Shi Yu heard that a guest wanted to see him, he guessed that it should be Mr. Zhang. Originally Zhang Lao said that he would give her the materials for making Phoenix Blood Wine, but the gift was not seen for half a year. And now that it has been so long, he should be coming soon.

When I went to the top of her hill, I saw that it was really him.

“Lao Zhang.” When Shi Yu saw him, he asked, “Did you bring the wine in?”

Zhang Mingyan sighed, “Send is a gift, but I don’t know if it goes well.”

“It’s okay, you can do your best.” Shi Yuben wanted to ask him if he saw Wen Heng, but he thought that if Zhang Lao could see him, now that he can stand here, Wen Heng is probably already there. Out.

“It can only be so.” Zhang Mingyan said, and gave Shi Yu the previously collected materials. Shi Yu immediately handed over his inventory of the past six months to him and asked him to help send it to the Eighth Heaven.

Zhang Mingyan didn’t intend to stay longer in the Huan Zong, and wanted to leave after worshipping Wen Xuan, so Shi Yu sent him there again.

As a result, as soon as I descended the mountain, I saw the Juggernauts watching the scenery all the way.

The suzerain is still chattering next to him: “When you came, I didn’t see that you were not interested in Yungong. Why are you suddenly looking at the scenery today? The mountain is not this mountain, the water is this water, and it can grow out. Can the flowers come?”

The Juggernaut ignored him at all, and only looked at Zhang Mingyan who was coming with Shi Yu with a smile, and said: “Mingyan you also come to worship Senior Wen Xuan?”

“Yes.” Zhang Lao arched his hands towards them, “Everyone is here.”

“Yes, it’s a coincidence.” The others also showed honey smiles.