My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Lu Yizhe persuaded his sister not to be so generous, but Lu Zijia said that hiring a Dao Companion is only once in her life, and she still hired her own eldest brother, so naturally it cannot be done simply.

As for the others? That is absolutely impossible!

Her eldest brother's appointment is naturally to be beautiful and different.

Anyway, her big brother, let her hold it.

"Okay, it's almost time, remember to show the best mental outlook, and must not be cowardly!"

Lu Zijia raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet. After speaking, she took out an oversized flying blanket that was enough to accommodate four or five hundred people, and threw it into the air, and the festive blanket spread out without any wrinkles.

Looking at the huge flying blanket that seemed to cover the sky, hundreds of students opened their mouths in shock, and it was estimated that they could fit a duck's egg.

Mother! Master Lu is going to heaven!

How much energy does it take to make such a big flying blanket?

For the big brother Lu Yizhe, Master Lu is really caring enough.

A quarter of an hour later, a huge flying blanket flew away from Hongtian Academy.

Many cultivators in Hongtian City who heard the news had already paid attention to the movements in Hongtian Academy. As soon as the huge flying blanket appeared, many cultivators noticed it.

In an instant, the entire Hongtian City was like boiling water, boiling violently.

"Oh my god! So, is that a flying blanket? How can it be that big?"

"Could it be stitched together? It's just that they're so close together that we think it's a whole flying blanket?"

"No, I can see it clearly, that's a complete flying blanket!"

"It must be Master Lu's handwriting, no doubt."

"That's right, except for Master Lu's desolate continent, who can refine such a huge flying blanket?"

"Why do I see that some people are still holding flying wings? They are already on the flying blanket, and it is really strange that they are holding flying wings... Wait! Those flying wings, shouldn't they be dowry?!"

"It's so strange that the flying wings are a betrothal gift. I have heard that Master Lu also prepared a lot of prefecture-level medicinal pills as a betrothal gift. What kind of Yin family, it's really bad luck!"

"No, those dowry orders are enough to make many people jealous. Master Lu has prepared more than one or two pieces as little as one or two. Didn't the Yin family have bad luck!"

"By the way, Master Lu's second brother doesn't seem to be married yet?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy scene suddenly appeared a moment of incomparably strange silence.

The next moment, the crowd watching the lively crowd dispersed in a hurry.

"Brother Feng, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do at home, so I'll go ahead."

"Yes, yes, my wife is still waiting for me in the mansion, and I will go ahead and leave!"

"Daughter, hurry up, go to the rouge shop with your mother to buy more rouge, oh right, you have to buy some bright cloths, and let the maids at home make some clothes tonight."

Lu Yizhe, who happened to come out of the newly-purchased mansion, "..." He seems to have tricked his second brother invisibly?

Uh, no, those dowry gifts are basically prepared by the third sister. To be precise, it is the third sister who cheats the second brother...

...

Step River City.

Yin's new mansion, in the hall.

"Sister, are you nervous?"

Yin An, who was sitting beside her sister, suddenly put her head over and asked with a smile.

Yin Xiaolei was already nervous in her heart, but she was even more nervous when her brother asked this, but she denied it, "No."

"do not have it?"

Yin An deliberately made fun of her sister with a bad heart, and said with a puzzled face, "But why do I see my sister twisting and turning? Could it be that there are bugs on the chair?"

Yin Xiaolei, "..." There were no bugs on the chair, it was the bugs in her heart that made her unable to calm down at all.

"You're a real kid, why are you making fun of your sister?"

Mother Yin couldn't stand it any longer, and patted her son on the back of the head like a lesson.