Qu Shunhua pointed to the empty seat next to him and motioned for Ye Lan'er to sit down. Luoluo smiled generously: "No matter how unpalatable the leftovers are, you can still say bad things about me? If my farm has collapsed, who will support you?"
Ye Lan'er spat: "Whoever wants to believe this will listen to it."
She looked at Jiang Wang: "I'm late to deal with some matters, please forgive Mr. Jiang."
"We just arrived." Jiang Wang smiled slightly.
Ye Lan'er took another two steps and did not sit in the empty seat. Instead, he looked at Chu Yuzhi and smiled at him: "I prefer the position where General Chu sits, sitting in the northeast, looking to the southwest, facing the wind and looking at the clouds. "
"Who can say no to Miss Ye?" Chu Yuzhi smiled casually, stood up with the chair, changed positions with Ye Lan'er, and helped her set up the chair.
Ye Lan'er thanked him, and then Shi Shiran sat down.
Just on the right side of Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang almost smelled a faint scent, but it disappeared after just a moment, which made people feel quite disappointed.
But he just kept a polite smile and nodded to the new diner.
Yelan'er also smiled and nodded.
Qu Shunhua, as the host of today's banquet, looked at Jiang Wang, then at Ye Lan'er, and said with a smile: "The rest of us already know each other. I don't think you two need my introduction, right? We are both. No. 1 in the world, I must be in tune with you!"
A palace that is the best in the world.
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Of course, the number one inner palace has been moved to the outer building, and the number one beauty is still limited to the territory of Chu State for the time being.
At least if Jiang Wang were to judge, he would definitely not think that Ye Lan'er was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Ye Lan'er glared at Qu Shunhua angrily: "Master Jiang's performance on the river viewing platform with one punch and one kick is what can be called the best in the world. How can I be the best in the world? It makes people laugh if I say it."
Turning his eyes, he looked at Jiang Wang: "Long time no see, Young Master Jiang is even more charming than before!"
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment.
It wasn't because Ye Lan'er was chatting with him.
It's not because Yelan'er is too beautiful.
But the polite words he usually used... were actually used by Ye Lan'er first!
Fortunately, he reacted immediately and replied first——
"oh?"
As soon as he said this, he realized that his reply was stupid, and it would be difficult for the other party to follow his words.
As his mind raced, he made amends in a joking tone: "Why don't you tell me more?"
The smile on Ye Lan'er's face froze for a moment.
The words of the leader of the Yellow River are far different from his performance on the river viewing platform in the past. It's really a bit...too frivolous,
Especially when paired with that insincere smile, he has the air of an old man who has been in the sex scene for a long time.
Zuo Guangshu probably felt embarrassed again and looked out the window silently.
Qu Shunhua still had a good impression of Brother Jiang. He felt that Brother Jiang was just temporarily fascinated by beauty, so he spoke out of proportion.
How normal is it for young people to be obsessed with beauty?
Doesn't Xiao Guangshu often make incoherent remarks in front of him?
So he rushed to the rescue: "Brother Jiang's demeanor can be described in just a few words? The defeat of Xiang Bei on the river viewing platform, the fight against Yama and the emperor, and the decisive battle with the yellow relics, which one is not famous?"
She looked at Jiang Wang and said sincerely: "Later I also learned that Brother Jiang fought against four great human demons by himself and killed them all. With this legendary achievement, he became the first imperial palace in Qing Dynasty. Can you tell us about this famous game? Tell me?"
How dare Jiang Wang brag about himself in front of so many people? This is not the time to show off privately to An An or Zuo Guangshu.
Beijue said awkwardly: "Well, if a hero doesn't mention his bravery in the past, let's look back."
After saying this, he felt somewhat sincerely: "The realm of the inner palace has passed. The light of the past can only stay in the past and cannot illuminate the Star Tower."
"Well said!" Chu Yuzhi didn't care about the undercurrent, and said directly: "Don't let the floating clouds cover your eyes. Brother Jiang's state of mind makes Chu admire him!"
Ye Lan'er thought, this is true. If what Jiang Wang just said was truly true, then the leader of the Yellow River in the Neifu Realm would indeed not be his end.
While a few people were talking, five young girls came up the stairs, each holding a very exquisite wooden box.
The wooden box was opened, and inside was a set of tableware, including ivory chopsticks, white jade bowl, Ru kiln porcelain plate, phoenix pattern luminous cup...
They were carefully arranged and presented in front of the five people who were seated.
Then they stood behind the five people, serving as serving maids, preparing to serve the meal.
Immediately afterwards, a waiter slowly climbed up the stairs, holding a dragon boat-shaped jade basin, and approached the table. Even before the lid is lifted, the fragrance is already there.
But the dishes from Huangliangtai's back kitchen have been delivered.
Everyone then said nothing and waited quietly for the dishes to be served.
This dragon boat-shaped jade basin gently landed in the middle of the round table and looked very smart.
The carving of this jade basin alone shows its value.
The maid standing next to Jiang Wang, who should be the main waiter at this table, introduced in a measured voice: "Today's banquet is the Shenglong Banquet. The first dish is called 'Jade Dragon'."
"The Jade Dragon is also known as the Fish Dragon. It is said to be a species of dragon, but it is just a legend. However, it is true that it has great spiritual power, and it is also true that it has long beards like dragon whiskers."
She stretched out her hand to open the jade cover and handed it over to the waiter who came upstairs with the food.
Strangely enough, I could already smell the fragrance before I even took off the lid. When the lid was lifted, there was no scent left.
Everyone then saw a jade dragon fish with long beards and golden scales swimming slowly in the clear fish soup in the dragon boat-shaped jade basin.
Jiang Wang's eyes twitched and he couldn't help but curse, who can't make fish? How about bringing up a live fish to fool the ghost?
"This fish is not undercooked," the maid next to him introduced softly as if she knew the guest's thoughts: "It is still swimming because of its extracted instinct, not its vitality."
After saying that, she picked up a small jade hammer and tapped the fish's head lightly——
The fish skin with golden scales actually fell off completely and sank to the bottom of the soup, just like a beautiful woman undressing her clothes.
As a result, the tender and snow-white fish meat was exposed to everyone's sight.
The fish skin has shed, but the jade dragon is still swimming slowly along the previous trajectory.
The maid used a jade spoon to scoop out a small bowl of fish and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.
"Master, please use it."
The other maids also scooped out fish for the guests they were serving.
Jiang Wang ignored the others, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
It just felt smooth, tender and fragrant, and I couldn't help but swallow it in one gulp.
It turned out that all the fragrance was absorbed by the fish meat.
So it exploded on the tip of the tongue, and then hit the throat.
Even after the fish meat has been swallowed, the fragrance is still lingering on the lips and teeth, just like the jade dragon swimming in the jade basin...
The best taste in the world!
Jiang Wang only had this thought in his mind.
No one spoke, everyone silently finished the fish in the bowl and waited for the maid to serve another bowl.
The jade dragon in the dragon boat's jade basin soon only had a skeleton with complete fish bones, but it was still swimming in the soup.
This is its extracted "instinct" for swimming.
Jiang Wang glanced at the dragon boat jade basin. He wanted to try the fish soup, but the maid seemed to have no intention of serving it to him...
Just as he was hesitating whether to do it himself, the host's maid had already taken back the lid and covered the dragon boat jade basin.
It seemed to be unintentional, but it also seemed to be a reminder: "You can't drink this Jade Dragon soup, because all the impurities are in it. This soup is of inferior quality."
Jiang Wang thought to himself that the low-grade soup might also be delicious.
But the waiter who served the food had already taken away the dragon boat jade basin and went downstairs.
It makes people feel disappointed.
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Some people live in high-rise buildings, while others don't cover their heads with tiles.
Some people embrace the fragrance and are romantic, while others curl up and embrace the smell.
In this world, people are different.
Life is different, things are seen differently, encounters are different, and pursuits are different.
Life is different.
Fang Heling often thinks of those people drinking and laughing.
He actually wanted to be a part of it.
I want to be like them, bold and indulgent.
But he was never like them.
The so-called "Five Heroes of Maple Grove" is such a ridiculous name in the world.
Not impressive at all, very clumsy.
Even in Maple Forest City, one cannot reach the extraordinary level. No monk would take a look.
But how loud it is among the outer disciples of Maplewood City Taoist Academy.
In the eyes of someone like him who really wanted to enter the City Taoist Temple, it was simply a legend.
The five most outstanding outer sect disciples share the same spirit and become brothers of life and death. Let’s walk through mountains and rivers together, and act chivalrously and righteously. Perhaps in the future, they will also wield the sword Qing Ming together.
How he wanted to be a part of it.
He also imagined the majesty of drawing his sword and traveling thousands of miles to cut off the enemy's head and then return. He will drink wine and sing with his brothers.
But in this life, it can no longer be done.
All the people who later changed beyond recognition were not willing to change at first!
Blood.
The blood is such a vivid and painful color.
I don’t know when it started. Everything he saw was covered in blood.
No, that's not right.
This world is inherently bloody.
No, that's not right...
You clearly remember when it started...
So why the blur?
Why forget?
Why so cowardly?
Why do you still work so hard despite working so hard? yes! So weak!
There were waves of severe pain in the center of his heart. Like ants crawling, like a knife cutting, like a burning fire.
The non-stop pain made Fang Heling want to fall down, curl up on the ground, and hug herself.
But he just stood silently, expressionless.
In front of him was a high cliff, and on the high cliff there was a powerful pine tree with deep roots.
There is a man hanging on the pine tree.
His hands were tied together and hung above his head.
The rope was blood-colored, and the other end of the rope was embedded in the branches, as if it was symbiotic with the branches.
The man's feet were also tied together, and the bloody rope was wrapped around several times and met behind him, like two bloody snakes, suddenly stretched straight and nailed into the high cliff.
This person was fixed in the air. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bulging, and veins popped out on his forehead.
At this moment, it is actually very quiet, only the wind is blowing.
Fang Heling, who was standing silently, stretched out his right hand, penetrated the chest of the man in front of him, and pinched his heart.
The magical power of hatred, conveying hatred with hatred, and asking the heart with the heart.
Add pain to pain.
The tortured, painful man in front of him had no idea that his tormentor was in more pain than he was.
Of course, even knowing it would not help alleviate anything.
Fang Heling had long been accustomed to this level of pain, and silently chewed the message from her heart.
Most of them are useless, with only one or two clues that can be captured, just like looking for crickets in the grass as a child - it is easier than getting the other party to speak.
"Wu Sheng Jiao Yue Rabbit, is it the rabbit face from the Twelve Bone Noodles before..."
Fang Heling murmured to himself.
His hands slowly clenched, and the heart was slowly crushed.
The eyes of the hanging man were still wide open, but the divine light had dissipated.
His body has died, and his soul may have just dissipated, or he may have gone to the so-called inanimate world... Who knows?
Fang Heling took out his hand and flicked it gently, and all the blood on his hand splashed out, falling on the high cliff in a graceful trajectory.
He is not suitable for the magical power of hatred, and he even does not have the talent to acquire the magical power at all.
The Blood-Returning Pill of the White Bone Path has already destroyed his foundation - even though his foundation is basically mediocre.
He was accidentally picked up in a dying state.
He was rebuilt after his veins were destroyed.
The blood-red mansion in Wufuhai was built by great power.
His magical power of hatred is a living thing implanted into his body.
He's not suitable.
The first demon has already concluded that he is not suitable.
But what is he suitable for?
He was too mediocre, too useless, too much of a loser.
Even Yan Chunhui, who is at the top of the extraordinary world, doesn't know what he is suitable for!
Then he could only hold on to the power of hatred.
This is his only choice.
In the name of hatred, it is not a way to become stronger, nor is it a terrible perseverance, let alone will.
It's just the only hope in this lingering life.
The only hope of personal revenge.
So he can only do this.
This is the only way to go.
Although every time I use the magical power of hatred, I suffer from the magical power.
It was as if the magical seeds themselves had spirituality and were unwilling to be controlled by trash like him.
Although the cost of using this magical power was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide.
He wanted to give up countless times, wanted to collapse on the ground, and wanted to cry.
But he didn't.
In this world, no one will tell him the truth, no one will hold his head and say to him - "Then prove it to me, my son."
No one cared about his tears.
Being strong starts from not being weak anymore.
He no longer lives to prove to anyone.
"The teaching of no life...the teaching of no life."
He chewed the term over and over again.
This sect, which developed in Yong, Jiao, and Luo, first gained momentum during the Zhuang-Yong War.
Taking advantage of the huge pain caused by the war, it developed rapidly.
"War, death, resentment..." Fang Heling murmured.
This sect is almost of the same origin as the White Bones Way, but they do not believe in the White Bones Evil God. Instead, they believe in the inanimate religious ancestor who is a god, a Taoist, and a religious leader.
The God Master is their god, the Tao Master is their ideal, and the Cult Master is their leader.
In this regard, it is completely different from other cults.
From the White Bone Path to the Wusheng Cult, that Moon Rabbit must know something...
Fang Heling thought so.
But he was also very aware.
It has only been more than a year since the war between Zhuang and Yong Kingdom ended.
The sect has been able to develop to its current scale in such a short period of time, and the strength behind it is by no means something he can challenge alone.
Of course, there is no organization behind him.
Even if fortune-telling is dead, all evil is dead, flesh-cutting is dead, beheading is dead, nearly half of the nine human demons are dead or injured.
But this won't shake anything at all.
As long as the boss is still there, Wuhuigu will still be strong.
But Wu Huigu, an extremely loose organization, would not be able to provide him with any help at all.
Everyone in the organization does whatever the fuck they want.
Don't even think about establishing any friendship.
Everyone in the organization is selfish, cold, and heartless.
At most, they try not to kill each other under the will of the boss.
Only top-down orders can unite some forces.
For example, the fortune teller and the demon commanded them to destroy Qingyunting. For example, the fortune teller and the demon led them to plan Yu Beidou's plan. Each of them had to act under the boss's order...
However, among the nine human demons, he ranked ninth.
It is obvious that even if new human demons are added, his ranking will not be higher.
The ranking of human demons only depends on strength, not time.
So why is it still so weak? !
I'm a waste...
I'm not a waste!
Fang Heling's eyes were wild for a while, then quickly calmed down.
Want to borrow the power of no return valley.
unless……
The tentacles of Wusheng Cult reached Chen State.
But this group of inanimate cultists act crazy, but their senior leaders are very cautious. It seems that there are no plans to expand any time soon.
So, what to do?
Fang Heling thought silently, turned around and prepared to leave.
His steps paused.
At this time, there was a person standing in front of him.
I don’t know when this man appeared, and I don’t know how long he stood behind him.
And he didn't notice it at all.
more importantly--
This man stood there quietly, letting the mountain wind blow his long hair away.
Appeared countless times in his nightmares!
No.
This man is his nightmare itself!
In just an instant, Fang Heling's eyes turned blood red, and a cold light flashed between his fingers!
In the shortest time, he exploded all the power he could, including those he had mastered and those he could not master.
In the era when the art of flying swords was popular, there was a sword art named "Zan".
What is residual swordsmanship?
The sky is broken, the earth is lacking, and people are gone.
The most evil and evil.
It is to separate one part of the soul, two parts of the bone, three parts of the flesh, and four parts of the blood.
Use your body as a furnace and your life as a fire to forge a broken sword.
This sword is born and the sky is missing. When it moves, the earth splits. It is born to kill and will not die until it consumes all the soul and life.
This is a forbidden technique in the flying sword era!
Even a strong man like Yan Chunhui, who has inherited the ultimate swordsmanship, describes this skill as a "ferocious sword".
Because he worked hard to earn merit and completed a task that was almost impossible with his strength, he was rewarded with the reward.
Yan Chunhui reminded him that "there is no way out until there is no way out."
Fang Heling has been practicing this swordsmanship for a long time and can fully understand this reminder.
This swordsmanship first kills oneself and then kills others.
It has definitely gone astray. It is a product of the most intolerant and radical period in the Feijian Era. It can even be called the "legacy" of the Feijian Era.
But does Fang Heling have any choice?
Not all powerful techniques can be developed without focusing on talent.
Even if Yan Chunhui was willing to teach the Selfless Sword Code, which stood at the pinnacle of the Feijian era, would he be able to learn it if he had the talent?
Fang Heling told herself more than once that the residual sword technique should not be used lightly.
He knew very well the dangers of this swordsmanship.
But the moment he saw this man with droopy hair, he had already activated his hatred power and pulled out his heart-cutting dagger. This body was like a sheath, and a fierce sword cry resounded!
He spent the rest of his remaining life just for this person!
When at this moment, when at this moment.
Zhang Linchuan...Zhang Linchuan...Zhang Linchuan!
Let you know my hatred!
Fang Heling had never felt so powerful before, with surging power flowing through his body.
It seemed as if the whole world was trembling.
The severe pain in his heart that triggered his supernatural powers became a different kind of motivation at this time.
His soul is trembling!
All the struggles along the way will be burned in this round.
At least for this round...
Zhang Linchuan!
You have to watch me!
In Fang Heling's blood-red eyes, he could only see that person at this moment.
Then he saw...
The man quietly raised his eyes and cast a look.
Just a look.
It was a calm look that could be called gentle, but it was also distant and indifferent.
He has no dissatisfaction with the world, but the world has nothing to do with him.
It's about this look.
Like a mountain pressing down.
The body is infinitely heavy.
My heart is infinitely heavy.
Fang Heling felt as if he was falling into an infinite abyss.
Falling forever.
There is no place to draw strength.
There was no possibility of stopping the fall.
The sharp and ferocious sound of the sword in the body suddenly stopped.
It is obviously such a powerful force, but it cannot roar again.
The power that was already boiling in his body was actually frozen and could not continue to rush out!
It's ridiculously still in the interval between explosion and annihilation.
The part of his soul, bones, flesh, and blood that had been separated stopped at the separation step in embarrassment.
If you take one step back, the sword will disappear. How can you be willing to do so?
If you take one step forward, the sword can be cast into shape, but it will not kill you.
Fang Heling clearly felt that his body was blocked by an invisible force. It felt like...as if all the pores on his body were blocked, and his skin itself had become a prison cell.
His own body thus formed a completely airtight space, trapping all his power in the residual sword technique within it.
This resulted in that he was clearly fighting for his life and doing everything he could...but with all his strength, he couldn't even leave his body.
His men are still charging forward, but his strongest support is still locked in his body!
Just like a swordsman, he has rushed towards the enemy, preparing to decide the final life and death, but his sword is in the sheath and cannot be pulled out!
This is... what kind of power?
What kind of gap is this?
He knew that he had been completely defeated, but he didn't even know how he was suppressed!
Once the thoughts of despair arise, they can no longer be stopped and grow indefinitely.
He had experienced this kind of despair before.
Is this Zhang Linchuan?
Is this Zhang Linchuan?
Fang Heling was in a daze and remembered that in the violent thunder, Wei Quji, the lord of Maplewood City, fell into the sky. The man illuminated by the lightning calmly put on the bone mask.
He will never forget that at that time he was inspired by that kind of power and admired that kind of cold power...
And it was precisely this cold power that exploded into a ball of lightning and took his father away.
What fell countless times in front of him... was a charred corpse.
Never forget.
