"What did you say!?"
As soon as Dou Zhao finished speaking, someone started to slap the case.
Under such circumstances, the first person to stand up and express his dissatisfaction was Yu Xiaochen from the Blood River Sect.
His dissatisfaction was not with Dou Zhao, but with Zhong Xuanzun.
Dou Zhao said "there are three of us" and commented that "three people are enough". He regarded other people as nothing, which made him temporarily stressed.
What he was most dissatisfied with, of course, was that before his death, the previous sect leader had decreed that Zhongxuan Zun should succeed him to the throne. And Zhong Xuanzun actually refused!
He longed for the position he longed for, but was abandoned by others.
The sect that gave birth to him and raised him made him extremely proud. In the eyes of Sect Master Huo, no one within the sect could inherit it, and the only one outside the sect was Chong Xuanzun.
We all have the same fist, the same life, the same way, and we are all in the presence of God.
What's so great about these so-called overlords? !
Today is the grand banquet in the Dragon Palace. Who here is not a genius?
Douzhao offended almost everyone when he said "pouring wine".
Yu Xiaochen is not the only one who is dissatisfied?
Xie Junmeng in green robe cursed: "There should be a limit to arrogance. If you are sick, come to Dongwang Valley for treatment!"
Zhongshan Weisun, who is in charge of jade, asked: "It's enough to be arrogant and domineering in Chu State. How dare you be so unruly outside? Who gave you the confidence!?"
What's more, Qin Zhizhen was occupying his position, with all his might, and asked word by word: "Does Mr. Dou look down on the heroes of the world?"
For a time, it aroused public outrage and the public sentiment was raging.
Even Chong Xuanzun and Jiang Wang frowned.
Chong Xuanzun has always been accustomed to simplifying complex problems, while Dou Zhao knows how to muddy the water. As for Jiang Wang... he was simply a little tired.
On the other hand, Xiang Bei, Qu Shunhua and the others had long been used to it. Although they were both Chu people, they were not immune to Dou Zhao's ridicule, but they looked indifferent.
As for Zhong Liyan...he only hated that these remarks were not made by him. If given the chance, he could shout louder!
Zuo Guangshu couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of that time in the mountain and sea realm, when Dou Zhao killed all potential allies by himself, and was eventually surrounded. But I immediately remembered that this time he and Dou Zhao were on the same team.
He immediately stood up and smoothed things over with great responsibility: "Calm down, everyone, actually Dou Zhao didn't mean this -"
"That's what I mean." Dou Zhao interrupted, looked around with disdain, and called everyone by name: "Yu Xiaochen? If you have bad ears, you can hear clearly - I said that most of the people here are only qualified to pour me wine, and You are not even qualified to pour me a drink! You bastard!"
"Thank you Junmeng? The limit is set for mediocre people. Just tie yourself up and don't embarrass yourself in front of me! After the banquet, I will go to Dongwang Valley to consult a doctor to see if I have a disease that cannot be matched. If you have the guts, just come here Stop me before Gu Qian!"
"And you, the little turtle grandson of Zhongshan! You have no right to touch me at Guanhe Terrace, so where do you get the confidence to speak now?"
Finally, he looked at Qin Zhizhen: "Hero of the world? Sorry, I didn't see it."
The Tianxiao Sword had already appeared in his hand. He held it diagonally and pointed at the ground. Then he looked around again and said calmly: "All of you, one by one, if you are dissatisfied, just come forward!"
He is not stupid.
He didn't mean to disrupt the Dragon Palace Banquet.
He really...wanted to explore his limits. I want to use this world's genius to sharpen his sword at this time when the storm is gathering!
What are the rewards of the Dragon Palace Banquet? These opponents who can test the sword are the biggest gain of this trip.
Although the public sentiment is turbulent, once the Tianxiao sword is drawn out, people need to calm down to some extent.
Qin Zhizhen alone stood up from the table immediately.
Huang Budong, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up and jumped up. His eyes wandered for a while before focusing back on Dou Zhao.
Qin Zhizhen, who was dressed in black military uniform, grabbed the black knife named "Yangshu" from the void.
Behind him, the shadow of a dark palace loomed.
The light of heaven is iron-clad.
Only then did people suddenly remember.
He is also a Tianfu monk.
Qin Zhizhen, Chongxuanzun, and Jiang Wang, the three most famous Tianfu monks in the world, are currently in the same realm, gathered here!
"It's great to be young..."
At this tense moment, a voice sounded leisurely.
The entire hall fell into silence, and the people's agitated mood stirred by the fighting spirit was calmed down without any trace.
At the front of all the dining tables, surrounded by the stars, at some point, a large luxurious chair made of gold and jade, decorated with bright gems, appeared. That is the throne of the Dragon King.
In front of the big chair, there was a man wearing heavy armor with a broad and thick face. He stood with his hands folded in front of him and leaning on a sword.
"I am Fu Yunqin, the chief seal officer of the Dragon Palace and the chief steward of the Yellow River."
He introduced himself calmly, and then said with a smile: "Why are you so eager, gentlemen? We haven't gathered yet, the banquet hasn't started, and His Majesty the Dragon Lord hasn't come out yet. Are you ready to go back home?"
When this sound fell, it had endless rhyme, like a violent wave rolling back and then a still stream of water.
The cultivation of Yan Dao is not stingy in showing off.
Douzhao's Tianxiao and Qin Zhizhen's Hengshu were all returned to their original places. The geniuses who had gathered were all sent back to their original positions by an invisible force. The fighting spirit stirring in the hall seemed as if it had never appeared before.
At this time, no one in the entire Changhe Dragon Palace except Changhe Dragon Lord Ao Shuyi and the Yellow River Chief Fu Yunqin could stop this dispute.
It is not an occasion like the Yellow River Meeting where high-level leaders from various countries lead the team. When there is no one to suppress them, so many geniuses gather together, all of them are strong-blooded and arrogant. It would be strange if nothing happens.
The official title of the Dragon Palace Seal Secretary and the Yellow River Supervisor are all empty titles. Only cultivation at the level of Yan Dao is the foundation for suppressing the entire crowd.
"Please wait here for a moment. It doesn't matter whether you sit down and talk about Taoism or curse each other. As long as you don't fight, just pretend that I don't exist." Fu Yunqin didn't say much, and after saying this with a smile, Shi Se turned from him. The corners of his mouth began to spread, and soon his body and armor were turned to stone, and he actually turned into a stone statue.
It almost "doesn't exist".
The rules before the Dragon Palace banquet had been established. Douzhao couldn't sharpen his sword for a while, so he turned around calmly, put away his arrogance, found a seat and sat down, and slowly tasted the various precious fruits of the Dragon Palace.
It seemed that the intense farce just now had nothing to do with him.
Many people were still angry. He had already begun to greet the Chu people present: "Sit down, why are you standing there?"
After all, we are all a group when we go abroad. After Zuo Guangshu talked to Jiang Wang, he took Qu Shunhua's hand and went to sit next to Douzhao with Xiang Bei and Zhong Liyan.
Everyone had a table and a seat, but he and Qu Shunhua huddled together, laughing and talking quietly. Between chatting and insulting each other, they chose romance. The whole world is outside the world of the young lovers, and this huge dragon palace is just a distant scenery.
no. Then why are you coming to Dragon Palace? ?
Zhong Liyan glanced at them sideways. The Chu State is so big that there is not enough room for these two people to wander around!
People from Chu State sat in a group, and people from Qi State also sat in a group. People were divided into countries or clans. The yellow relic alone lay beside Jiang Wang, ignoring the hints in Zhongshan Weisun's eyes.
After a while, three more people walked in from outside the hall.
Two of the women were familiar to Jiang Wang. They were Zhuo Qingru from Sanxing Palace and Ning Shuangrong from Jiange.
The remaining man wears a Taoist crown, has straight facial features, big sleeves, and a sword hanging at his waist. He has an ethereal temperament. Jiang Wang didn't recognize it, but he felt inexplicably familiar.
Seeing Jiang Wang, Zhuo Qingru was about to go over and exchange a few words. After all, the relationship between the two parties was not bad. Next to her, Ning Shuangrong had already taken the lead and said, "I'm going to say hello to my friends. You guys need to find a place to sit first."
Then he walked towards Jiang Wang.
Zhuo Qingru's eyebrows moved... Huh~?
The steps followed before the thoughts.
The man walking with them smiled: "I also saw my friend, let's talk later."
They separated and walked toward Weisun in Zhongshan alone. Weisun, who was alone in Zhongshan, waved a warm welcome. I don’t know if it’s because the relationship is really good, or if I’m just too lonely.
Today, Ning Shuangrong is still wearing embroidered shoes and green clothes, walking on the wind and chasing the moon, occupying the whole sword pavilion very softly. The sword must be held in the hand, as it has a clear glow and ripples like autumn water.
Among all the geniuses who have entered the venue so far, only she and Xie Junmeng are wearing green.
It's just that Xie Junmeng's green robe is a gloomy dark green.
Ning Shuangrong's green shirt is a transparent and light pine frost green.
The two outstanding performers from their respective sects also gave people completely different impressions. One is gloomy, the other is refreshing.
"I thought we were here early, but I didn't expect so many people in the palace to arrive." She was like a wisp of mountain wind passing by the corner of your clothes, and her embroidered shoes stopped in front of you with a careless touch. The tone was relaxed: "When did Brother Jiang arrive?"
If there is anyone who Jiang Wang has sparred with the most in Taixu Illusion Realm, it must be "Ning Swordsman".
In the way of swordsmanship, they can be regarded as mutual achievements. In life, they can also be regarded as half friends. That’s why he can speak and laugh so naturally.
"We have only arrived not long ago." Jiang Wang bowed his hands and said, "Miss Ning is still as charming as ever. Is the Pavilion Master okay?"
Ning Shuangrong said with a smile: "He is a very nice old man, but he always talks about you."
"Ah, that's right. Haha." Jiang Wang suddenly became nervous. Greetings are greetings, and it is not a good thing to be talked about by Si Yu'an.
Ning Shuangrong did not continue to scare people, and instead explained: "The person who was traveling with us just now is Long Boji from Nandou Hall, a disciple of Fu Zhaofan, the master of command. When Sister Zhuo and I came south, we happened to be on the way. When we met, we came together... Oh, this is Zhuo Qingru, a master disciple of Sanxing Palace."
It turned out to be a disciple of Nandou Hall!
No wonder Ning Shuangrong had to explain herself deliberately. She was aware of her grievances with Yi Shengfeng.
Jiang Wang was thinking in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face: "Senior Sister Zhuo, you don't need to introduce me, we are very familiar with each other!"
Ning Shuangrong smiled in surprise.
Zhuo Qingru smiled and said nothing.
Jiang Wang asked again: "How did you two meet?"
Yi Shengfeng is already the number one true disciple of the South Dou Palace, and he also hates the Minxi Corridor. Even if Long Boji didn't show any hostility, he really didn't care much.
Zhuo Qingru said: "I left Tianxing Cliff last time just to study and seek truth, and to meet some interesting people in the vast world. That's how we met~"
She looked around Jiang Wang and said very naturally: "Are these your new friends? Don't you want to introduce them to them?"
Jiang Wang slightly shook his head and said with a smile: "They are all my old friends."
As he spoke, he introduced them one by one.
Everyone was quite reserved in their greetings.
Xu Xiangqian was by his side, and he was very responsible.
Only Huang Sheli was as enthusiastic as ever: "Sister Ning is from Jiange? How is the scenery of Jiange? I'll go and have fun some time~"
Ning Shuangrong held her hand across Qiushui and nodded slightly: "Jiange welcomes swordsmen from all over the world to ask for swordsmanship!"
Huang Sheli was stunned: "Huh? That's not what I meant. I said it was just for fun."
Ning Shuangrong didn't know whether she understood or not. She nodded and went to find a seat with Zhuo Qingru.
Huang Sheli asked: "Can I go without practicing sword practice?"
"Or you can come to Jing Kingdom to play!"
Turning around, Jiang Wang was already inviting everyone to take their seats.
I was standing in the corner of the hall chatting casually, but I didn't expect people to come over to greet me frequently, so I simply sat down first.
"Miss Huang, the banquet is about to start. Let's go and sit down at our seats." Jiang Wang hinted clearly.
"Okay." Huang Sheli walked next to Jiang Wang.
"Are only two people from your Jing Kingdom coming this time?" Jiang Wang continued to hint.
"Yes!" Huang Sheli nodded and tried to squeeze in next to Ye Qingyu.
"Aren't you going to sit with Zhongshan Weisun?" Jiang Wang stood in the way and said it bluntly.
Huang Sheli just smiled: "I always feel that sitting with Mr. Wang will bring good luck!"
Isn't love luck the best luck in the world?
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Pu'en is the direct disciple of Yongde, the current master of Mount Xumi. He was born with a square head, broad ears, and compassionate eyebrows. Buddhism is naturally profound, and its cultivation is certainly not ordinary.
There is just one thing - shy by nature, extremely introverted, and not good at communicating with others.
Based on his true feelings, he was determined not to attend this Dragon Palace Banquet. For this situation, Pu Shan and Pu Sin are much more suitable than him.
However, the mountain master specifically called his name and asked him to come out and practice what he said, "How can you speak of being out of the world if you don't live in the world?" He also assigned a task, ordering him to get to know Jiang Wang, a person who is destined to Mount Sumeru and who has been worshiped by "Thousand Buddhas". It is best to make friends and bring him back to Mount Sumeru...
He had no choice but to stay up all day and night, taking the uninhabited path and arriving at the Dragon Palace covertly.
When others took their seats, he also took a seat. He sat in the far corner of the hall. I wish I could separate myself from everyone else by a galaxy.
Of course, he remembered the mission given by the mountain master, and he also heard someone shouting Jiang Wang's name. But after taking courage for a long time, he didn't even look back.
Jiang Wang saw that there were many people there and it was so lively.
He was a little envious in his heart, but he became increasingly unable to get closer.
I kept waiting for the crowd to be less crowded, but it turned out that there were not many people there, but someone sat quietly next to me. A strange man wearing a bamboo hat with his head lowered.
Puen stood up silently and moved further away.
After a while, the man sat next to me again.
He didn't say anything and changed his position again, but the man followed again...
After repeating this, Pu En finally couldn't bear it anymore and mustered up the courage to turn around: "Donor, may I ask why you have been following me?"
"Humph." Jingli pressed his hat on his head, pinched his throat, and asked, "Why do you think I'm following you?"
Puen explained patiently: "This is already the ninth seat I have changed."
Jingli said confidently: "You change your seat, and I will change mine. We all have our own destiny, what does it have to do with you?"
Pune stopped talking.
"Hey." Jingli said proactively: "Who is your master?"
There was no sound next to him for a long time, and he thought he would not get an answer.
Then I heard Pu En whisper again: "It's Lord Yongde Mountain."
Jingli slightly raised his bamboo hat and glanced at him. He saw that he was looking at his eyes, nose and heart, lowering his head and keeping silent. He looked very uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.
I had still remembered the criticisms of Mount Sumeru taught by Master, as well as the profoundly insulting "Quotations of Suffering from Mount Sanbao"... but they were all forgotten at once.
Although Mount Sumeru is a side gate, this little bald donkey is very innocent.
Just like Xuankong Temple is orthodox, Jinghai also needs a beating.
"Buddha has no concentration"!
Pu En is so pitiful, how can he do anything?
Jingli made a decision that went against his master, put his bamboo hat up behind his back, got up and left.
"Forget it, let you go!"
(End of chapter)
