UGB 127. Chapter 127 Too Much Face
127. Chapter 127 Too Much Face
Chapter 127: Too Much Face
Chu Ming was secretly shocked.
This burly old cultivator was none other than Mo Wanggu, who had suddenly sat next to him fishing that day.
He should have participated in the Dragon Gate trial before, and it took him so long to come back.
Jiang Mo was also surprised, "Senior Uncle Mo, did you just come out of the trial?"
Mo Wanggu nodded, "Yes, this time I gained quite a lot."
"After this meal, I will go into seclusion to cultivate the Infant Formation."
Many people around looked over here.
It turned out that the sect had another elder who could cultivate the Infant Formation.
Moreover, this elder had been in the trial for almost half a year, and he must have gone through the trial many times.
It's hard to imagine how great his gains would be.
Mo Wanggu looked at the Grand Elder and smiled, "Xiao Jiang, are you leaving?"
"Just in time to give your position to me."
The Grand Elder panicked, "Since Senior Uncle wants to stay, we will accompany you."
"Yes, yes!" The other elders also echoed.
Mo Wanggu's seniority was higher than this group of elders, especially since he had just returned from the Dragon Gate trial, he must have gained a lot.
If they could get some benefits from him, it would definitely be a great benefit.
Even if there were no benefits, after Mo Wanggu cultivated the Infant Formation in the future, he would be the one they would curry favor with.
Mo Wanggu smiled, "In that case, let's sit down together and have a toast to this kid's wedding."
He looked at Chu Ming again and smiled, "Your luck is really outstanding."
"They were planning to leave just now, right?"
"Heh, now that I'm here, they have to give you face and drink your wedding wine."
Chu Ming shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, I don't have any face. The Sect Master and the elders are just giving face to Senior Uncle."
Mo Wanggu laughed heartily, "Don't be so modest!"
He then sat down and continued, "If your luck wasn't good, how could you have won against me in fishing that day?"
"And I heard that you married the most beautiful girl in the sect, the one who was fishing with us that day."
"No one else was interested, but you happened to catch her eye. And you say your luck isn't good?"
He smiled at Jiang Mo and the other elders, "You guys don't know how to appreciate good things. Of course, we should drink the wedding wine of this fortunate person and share in his luck."
"Maybe it was because I gave him a longevity fish that day, so he was able to gain a lot in fishing at Spirit Fish and the Dragon Gate trial, turning bad luck into good luck."
Jiang Mo and the others, as well as the guests around, couldn't help but look at Chu Ming, carefully sizing him up.
Chu Ming felt uncomfortable for a moment and quickly said, "No, no, I just happened to win against Senior Uncle by chance."
"It was also because Senior Sister Li took a liking to me."
"Besides, there was a spiritual root mutation during my Foundation Building, and now there is no suitable cultivation method. How can I deserve the title of a fortunate person?"
"Senior Uncle is naturally a person with extraordinary luck, and turning bad luck into good luck in the trial is also natural."
"My bit of good luck might have been given by Senior Uncle."
Mo Wanggu used his divine sense to check and said, "Oh, you have already built your foundation."
"I just gave you a Foundation Building Pill that I obtained during the trial as a congratulatory gift, but it seems you don't need it anymore."
"As for this spiritual root mutation, perhaps with your luck, you will find a suitable cultivation method in the future, so don't be too discouraged."
Chu Ming thanked him, "Thank you, Senior Uncle, for your guidance. I still need that Foundation Building Pill. My junior sister is about to build her foundation, so I can give it to her."
Mo Wanggu nodded with a smile, then beckoned to Chu Ming, "Sit next to me. You shouldn't be afraid this time, right?"
Chu Ming waved his hand repeatedly, "With Senior Uncle, the Sect Master, and the elders here, how can I dare to sit together?"
Mo Wanggu shook his head and smiled, "Hey, I'm about to cultivate the Infant Formation. I just want to share in your luck. You must not refuse."
Jiang Mo, who was beside him, said to Chu Ming, "Your Senior Uncle values opportunities the most and has a different view of you. Just sit down with peace of mind."
Chu Ming nodded silently, "If that's the case, I will dare to do it."
Then he sat between Mo Wanggu and Jiang Mo, looking somewhat restrained.
While Mo Wanggu ate and drank, he danced and recounted his experiences in the trial.
He actually made it through forty-five levels of the trial, many of which were extremely dangerous levels, but he always turned bad luck into good fortune, as if he had divine assistance.
Jiang Mo and the other elders listened attentively to his account of the trial, occasionally toasting him and boasting.
They didn't take Chu Ming's good fortune seriously.
If he really had good fortune, he wouldn't have experienced a spiritual root mutation.
Li Haimeng only married him after she fell on hard times, which couldn't be considered good luck.
With Li Haimeng's misfortune, he might end up being killed in a few days.
Chu Ming also toasted and boasted, but Mo Wanggu even took the initiative to toast him and thank him for bringing good luck.
He accepted it with trepidation.
Seeing that Mo Laozu valued Chu Ming, many guests around them silently paid attention to them.
Mo Laozu's words did make some sense, Chu Ming indeed had extraordinary good fortune.
Since the establishment of the Divine Will Sect, there haven't been many weddings attended by both the sect master and several elders.
He had such great face, truly a fortunate person.
Zhou Junyang became curious about Chu Ming's good fortune.
This person was just a bullied spiritual farmer before, but suddenly rose to prominence.
His sudden progress in cultivation could be described as a late bloomer, accumulating thick and thin to make a breakthrough.
But both Ji Rong, who had bullied him, and his own younger brother had suffered misfortune, their life and death unknown. Could it be that his mysterious good fortune was at work?
He faintly felt that this matter was not simple, but it was not convenient to investigate directly.
Now he wanted to have a detailed conversation with Chu Ming, but it was not convenient with Mo Laozu by his side.
However, after more than an hour, most people had eaten and drunk their fill.
Mo Wanggu also had a great time, after bidding farewell to Chu Ming, he was surrounded by Jiang Mo and the elders and left.
Many guests were also full and left.
Some disciples approached Chu Ming because of his extraordinary relationship with Mo Laozu, and Chu Ming dealt with them one by one.
Wu Changqing also approached Chu Ming, "Nephew, congratulations, you are truly flourishing now."
Chu Ming modestly smiled, "It's all thanks to Uncle's cultivation that I can have today."
Wu Changqing and him drank a cup, then whispered to him, "Nephew, I heard that your wife, Lady Li, has made quite a few contributions."
"Can I ask Uncle for some, so that I can exchange them for heavenly treasures to heal my leg?"
He pointed to his broken leg.
After Chu Ming looked at it, he looked troubled and said, "Uncle, you... overestimate me."
"My wife's strength, you are not unaware of it. Now everything at home is decided by her, how could I dare to ask her for things?"
"Forget about asking for things, even speaking normally, I have to be careful and serve her attentively."
Wu Changqing, upon hearing this, showed a hint of dissatisfaction.
But he didn't say anything, this statement might not necessarily be false.
Li Haimeng had suffered repeated setbacks, and her temper might be a bit strange.
Becoming Dao companions with Chu Ming might have been impulsive, acting on impulse, perhaps just to find a punching bag.
But he still reminded, "If there is any opportunity in the future, nephew must remember Uncle."
Chu Ming patted his chest and promised, "Of course, I will always remember Uncle's kindness to me."
After Wu Changqing left, there weren't many people left in the hall.
Chu Ming felt much more relaxed, turned around to prepare to board the bridal sedan, but met eyes with Zhou Junyang sitting not far away.
Zhou Junyang smiled, got up and walked over with a cup of wine in his hand, smiling.
(End of this chapter)