Although the "Immortal Feather Sutra" does not insist on consistent progress of internal and external training, nor does it need to be prioritized, however, after Qi Jingzhi realized that he had achieved his inner strength, his feedback on external training was considerable, and he supplemented it with tiger essence meat jerky. With Emperor's Anointing Wine, the improvement is even more immediate. It's no wonder that this heart bone is regarded as the real threshold to enter cultivation.
Seeing the Qi family brother and Zhu Yihou drinking and laughing, Jiao Yulang blinked his eyes and quietly reached out to grab the white jade wine bottle.
Suddenly, a bright white stream of light suddenly jumped out from his collar and went straight to the white jade wine bottle.
Soon enough, Jiao Yulang's hand stretched out towards the wine bottle suddenly turned around, caught the stream of light with great precision, and quickly stuffed it back into his arms.
Zhu Yihou opened and closed his eyes, thinking deeply, but did not ask any questions.
Jiao Yulang chuckled, grabbed the white jade wine bottle generously, stood up and filled it for Zhu Yihou and Qi Jingzhi, and finally poured himself a glass.
Seeing this, Zhu Yihou also smiled knowingly, and just as he was about to say something teasing to the little kid, he heard footsteps outside Jiangxin Pavilion.
Not long after, there was music outside the pavilion. It was less sad and desolate than before, and more cheerful and comfortable.
Zhu Yihou nodded lightly when he heard this, and a pair of thick red eyebrows also raised: "Hey, the deer roars, eating the apples in the wild. I have guests, playing the harp, harp and sheng! This song is just right for us to enjoy the banquet here. !」
As he spoke, the Caojiang Water God waved his sleeves, and the red curtains that originally surrounded the pavilion immediately rolled up on their own.
In an instant, the bright moonlight shone into the pavilion, and the gentle breeze from the river blew by, making everyone feel relaxed.
Not far outside the pavilion, the musicians that Qi Jing had seen when he got on the boat were kneeling on the mats and playing, their faces full of awe and concentration, but the previous panic had disappeared.
There were several tables placed in front of them, with wine and food on them. It looked like the dishes were no different from those in Jiangxin Pavilion.
The big turtle in black clothes walked in quietly, followed by a waiter also in black.
The waiter held a huge mahogany tray in his hand. There was something on the tray, which looked like a little pig, but the skin and flesh were as green as fresh bamboo shoots.
The big tortoise in silk clothes moved some of the existing dishes on the table to free up a large space in the center, then took the mahogany tray from the waiter's hand and placed it carefully on the table.
It waved its hand, asked the waiter to step back, and introduced with a smile: "Two distinguished guests, this thing is called Shanjiao. It is born in Longyan Mountain in the upper reaches of Caojiang River. Its shape may be like a dolphin or a small dog. It often appears in summer. It roars in the sun and in thunderstorms, and its bark is like thunder, which can be heard for miles. Bamboo shoot diggers often follow the sound, and after digging two or three feet into the soil, their holes can be seen. If they kill them, they are extremely rare mountain treasures."
"good!"
Zhu Yihou took over and said, "This thing was transformed by a hundred-year-old mountain bamboo shoots absorbing the dragon energy from the earth's veins in Longyan Mountain. It is a natural dragon species. After it takes shape, it can be transformed into a dragon like a dragon after a hundred years of cultivation, so it is named Mountain Dragon."
Having said this, he winked at the two of them and chuckled: "It's a pity that since I ascended to the throne of God, I have donated dozens of mountain dragons to the king and cooked food in my house. Never before." I’ve seen people transform into dragons.”
"This dish is made of a whole mountain jiao as the main ingredient. It is rolled in hot oil for several times, then steamed for a while with secret sauce, and then served on a wooden table. The meat is tender and refreshing, with a unique flavor. It’s fresh and sweet, and smells like the fragrance of vegetation. No matter how much you eat, you won’t feel greasy!”….
"The most rare thing is that eating mountain dragon meat can purify the inner breath and blood, which complements the overly powerful Imperial Cream Wine!"
"This mountain dragon meat is not very precious, but you need a bit of luck to eat it. There is only one in this house, so you two little friends must not miss it!"
Having said that, Zhu Yihou used his chopsticks first and picked out a piece of green, crystal-clear skin from the back of the mountain dragon on the plate. He put it into his mouth and took a sip, then swallowed it without even chewing.
The next moment, the face of the Caojiang Water God was suddenly covered with a faint moist luster, and the red beard and red hair that were originally as dazzling as flames seemed to be less angry and much softer than before.
Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi did not hesitate and took a piece of mountain dragon meat and put it into his mouth. As expected, it was delicious.
It melts in your mouth and leaves a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth.
Qi Jingzhi is a hunter. He has eaten the meat of many kinds of wild animals in the mountains, but none of them taste as unique as this mountain dragon meat.
It looks more like mountain bamboo shoots in terms of color and texture, but when you eat it, you can feel the real meaty taste in your mouth, like an extremely soft stew, fragrant, soft and juicy.
As he swallowed this mouthful of mountain dragon meat, he felt a refreshing sensation going down his throat and into his intestines, and then spread throughout his body, diluting a lot of the dryness evoked by the two cups of Emperor Gao Liquor just now.
While Qi Jingzhi was still reminiscing, Jiao Yulang beside him was already moving his chopsticks like flying.
The little boy eats very well. He chews silently. He swallows all the mountain frog meat in his mouth before picking up the meat again. He only picks up a small piece at a time. His face is serious and there is no urgency. Apart from eating faster and more than anyone else, there is nothing wrong with her appearance.
Just after he drank a glass of imperial anointing wine, he said that he might not have to eat for several days, but now he had forgotten all about it.
Qi Jingzhi's lips curled up slightly, but he had other concerns in his heart.
Looking at Jiao Yulang's appearance, one can tell that Emperor's anointing wine and mountain dragon meat are also extremely rare items for the direct descendants of the military noble family. Zhu Yihou said that it was not very precious, and I was afraid it was just his humble words.
From this point of view, the value of Red Xiazi is far greater than what he thought before, and if the Caojiang Water God in front of him had no other plans, he would be a very kind person.
With this in mind, Qi Jingzhi decided to ask the other party a few questions about his practice. While he was thinking about his words, he suddenly heard a sound of howling wind coming from the mid-air outside the pavilion.
A strong and resonant voice came along with the wind, and the words were clearly distinguishable: "Is that the Lord of Cao Jiang on the ghost ship below?"
Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang immediately raised their heads following the sound, and Zhu Yihou stood up immediately. His body swayed slightly, and the next moment he was standing outside Jiangxin Pavilion, standing at the front of the deck on the second floor of the painted boat.
As far as a few people could see, they saw the bright moon in the sky, the clear river, and a man with fluttering sleeves and a sword coming from the sky.
When the other party came closer and hovered over the boat, Qi Jingzhi's eyes suddenly froze.
The person who came was actually not a human, but a wooden sculpture that looked like a skinny old man!
It is not the kind of brightly painted solemn statue enshrined in the temple, but more like a skilled craftsman carving it from the roots of an old tree.
This old woodcarving man is not tall and has a hunched back. His body shape looks similar to that of Jiao Yulang who has never grown up. He is covered with a yellow robe. The tattered sleeves are fluttering in the wind, and there is nothing inside. There are no arms. ….
The old man's whole body is the color of wood, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, and lifelike facial features. The long beard under the chin, the fine hair on the temples, and the tangled messy hair on the back of the head are all transformed from the roots of the original tree roots. It was illuminated perfectly in the moonlight.
Apart from these obvious differences, the old wood carving's eyes are lively, and his expression and behavior are not stiff at all, just like a living person.
After seeing the uninvited guest clearly, Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang also stood up and walked out of the pavilion, standing not far behind Zhu Yihou.
The two of them turned their eyes to the wooden sword at the old man's feet.
The wooden sword was also made of logs. It barely had the outline of a sword. The blade was curved and the blade was extremely thick. It was more like a wooden stick with a handle than a sword. There was no legend about it. The sharpness of the flying sword can be described as razor-sharp.
Just recalling the previous sword howl like the howling of the north wind in winter, no one dared to underestimate the power of this wooden sword.
Zhu Yihou's eyes were solemn, he raised his head and shouted loudly: "I don't dare to be the lord of Cao Jiang. Zhu is the god of the river. I don't know what your surname is?"
"I'm Deng Fuqing, just call me Deng Sou!"
The old wood carving is condescending and speaks vigorously, but because his back is hunched over and his head sticks out unnaturally, he does not look very powerful.
Qi Jingzhi turned to look at Jiao Yulang, casting an inquiring look.
The little kid shook his head, his lips moved silently, and it was clear from the shape of his mouth that he was saying, "I've never heard of it!"
Zhu Yihou also seemed to have never heard of Deng Fuqing.
With his name, there was a look of doubt on his face: "Your Excellency has the ability to wield a sword and move in the air. He must be an expert who has condensed his Taoism. He is definitely not an unknown person. Please forgive Mr. Zhu for his ignorance. I have never heard of wood. There is a number one person like you among the best!"
Hearing this, Deng Fuqing laughed and said leisurely: "There are no masters among the wood spirits? Except for the unique dragon species and a few mountain spirits and water spirits, the spirits in Qi State are really insignificant. It is really a pity that this There’s plenty of wild nature lurking underground!”
When he said this, the old man Deng glanced at the huge camphor tree that had fallen to the ground on the shore, and then at the dining table in Jiangxin Pavilion, his eyes were faint and profound.
"It seems that you are coming from outside Daqi! I, Daqi, are descendants of the Xia Miao people and from the Holy Jiang Kingdom. We have always been based on humanity, so naturally we cannot tolerate evil spirits!"
Zhu Yihou twisted his eyebrows and his tone became a bit colder: "Your Excellency takes Deng as his surname. Is it possible that the person he respects is the old master of Dongyi, the Shaohao Jintian clan?"
Hearing this, Deng Fuqing raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "The Shaohao Jintian clan is also a human race, so what does it have to do with this wood spirit like this old man? I, Deng, am the Deng of Denglin! There are many peach trees in Dengland, so I use this For the surname."
"It turns out that the land is the surname! Taolin, Fuqing... "Book of Etiquette" says that on the first day of the first lunar month, a peach charm was made and placed in the household. It was called a fairy tree and was feared by all ghosts."
Zhu Yihou's face softened a little, and he nodded gently and said: "Peach wood is upright and can control ghosts and ward off evil spirits. It has been known as a fairy tree since ancient times. No wonder you can achieve such a profound state! I just don't know why you came all the way to Daqi to find Zhu. What do you want?"
Deng Fuqing slowly shook his head: "It's not urgent. Since you asked about the origin of Deng's surname, I would also like to ask you, where did your Zhu family come from?"...
Hearing this, Zhu Yihou replied without thinking: "Of course he is the queen of Xia Shen, whose surname is Zhu. If not, how could Zhu be the God of Cao Jiang?"
"Hahaha!"
Deng Fuqing suddenly laughed loudly. Although the laughter was old and hoarse, it was full of unruly meaning: "The so-called gods of the eight masters conferred by King Wucheng Sheng have no names except for Chi You, the master of war, let alone the master of the four seasons. You are the God of Si Xia, how come you came to your place and even passed on your surname!"
Zhu Yihou had obviously heard similar words a long time ago, and his expression did not change at all: "What's the point? I have fire blood, which is purer than those Jinyun envoys in the Wuyun Division of Daqi Demon Academy. This is proof. !」
Deng Fuqing's laughter became louder and louder, and her short and skinny body swayed on the wooden sword, almost falling from the top.
He laughed for a long time, and when he saw Zhu Yihou's eyes were red and his beard and hair were standing on end, he almost had a fit on the spot, so he forcibly stopped talking.
The next moment, I heard the old wood carving say word by word: "In my opinion, you are not a Zhu family named Cao, but a minister of the Taihao Fuxi family, an orthodox descendant of the Yan Emperor Zhu Xiang!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yihou immediately became furious: "What nonsense! Fuhuang is the Fuxi family of Feng, the common ancestor of Zhuji and Zhujiang, but the so-called Taihao is the legendary ancestor of Dongyi , how can the two be confused?"
"Everyone knows that the title of Yanhuang belongs to the Shennong family of the Jiang surname! Zhu Xiang, as a minister of Emperor Fu, claimed the title of Yanhuang, but it was annihilated in three generations! Zhu would like to advise you, this is the land of Daqi after all, please Be careful!"
As he spoke, Zhu Yihou suddenly turned around and flicked his red sleeves. The Luqi people not far away who had stopped playing suddenly rolled their eyes and fell to the ground in a faint.
Immediately, he stared at Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang, and said quietly: "As for Zhu, he has absolutely nothing to do with the Zhu Xiang family!"
Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi immediately shuddered, and a warning sign arose in his heart.
He only had a partial understanding of the exchange between Zhu Yihou and Deng Fuqing just now. In his heart, he was neither interested in nor valued these ancient, obscure and complicated secrets of ancient bloodlines. However, the Caojiang Water God in front of him seemed to Don't think so.
Before Qi Jingzhi could think deeply, Deng Fuqing, who was hanging in the air, spoke again, with disapproval on his face: "Master Cao Jiang, I know you are under the eaves, so I have to look at Zhu Jiang's face, but you can tell such lies again and again. Nothing can become true! Whether you admit it or not, I am 90% sure that you are the descendant of Zhu Xiang!"
The river wind suddenly picked up at some point, and Deng Fuqing's empty sleeves were blown up and down, and her body suddenly became a little bit dusty.
The old wood carving man said leisurely: "The three generations of Emperor Yan of the Zhu Xiang family all used red heart wood as their totem. This wood is said to contain Yang inside, and the fire of the south is hidden there. With this origin, people pretending to be descendants of Xia God are still here. Isn’t it easy to catch it?”
"The so-called red heart cannot be imaged, so we can recognize it! The successive kings of Qi who made your lineage the lord of Caojiang may have been ignorant or pretended not to know, but the heart of the red heart tree in your chest cannot escape Deng's pair of eyes. Eye!"
"enough!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yihou shouted loudly: "Where are the left and right? Get this arrogant wood spirit down for me!"
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