The next moment, the stove in the pavilion changed from a red wooden heart to Deng Fuqing.
The wood-carved old man's wood-colored skin began to turn slightly red, like a patient with a sallow complexion who finally had blood on his face.
Suddenly there was a firelight inside the empty sleeves, and smelly black smoke emerged from it, which was quickly blown away by the river breeze passing through the pavilion.
In the firelight and black smoke, countless slender branches grew rapidly from Deng Fuqing's shoulders, entangled with each other, and turned into two skinny arms in an instant.
The old man's wooden carving, whose body was yellow and tinged with red, was already complete with all four limbs. His arms, two palms, and ten fingers were fully formed. He looked more like a human being than when he came with a sword.
He slowly raised his two palms in front of him, his eyes moving left and right and looking around, and at the same time he moved his fingers very awkwardly, with a cheerful smile on his face.
"Happy!"
Deng Fuqing laughed loudly, suddenly stretched out his right arm and grasped the hilt of the wooden sword beside him.
A bright yellow flame ignited from the hilt of the sword and spread upwards quickly.
In the blazing fire, the flying sword named "Bitao" was obviously made of wood, but it was not damaged at all, but there was still smelly black smoke coming out.
The simple and edgeless wooden sword body suddenly trembled, and there was a clear sword cry. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally towards the sky outside the pavilion, and it was about to soar into the sky.
Deng Fuqing was caught off guard, and her skinny body was lifted up from her seat. Her upper body tilted backwards, leaving only her left foot on the floor. The stool under her butt was even knocked out.
"Duh!"
The old wood carving scolded, and he tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with the five fingers of his right hand, and at the same time he pulled it downwards. His body stopped its upward momentum, and stood in a stalemate with Feijian Bitao in a strange and independent posture like a golden rooster.
He chuckled and glanced down from the corner of his eye. His free left hand suddenly reached forward and grabbed the wine glass on the table in front of him.
His fingers are all new, and they are actually not very flexible. It cannot be seen when holding the sword hilt with his right hand, but his original shape is revealed when holding the wine glass with his left hand.
A few fingers were stacked crookedly, and he raised the wine glass tremblingly. Then he spent a long time, stretching his neck and twisting his shoulders, and finally raised the wine glass upright with the rim facing the sky.
The wine glass was empty. The old wooden carving was full of high spirits and madness, and he said with a long smile: "Here comes the wine!"
Jiao Yulang immediately stood up after hearing the sound and poured a full cup for Deng Fuqing.
Looking at the wine glass that couldn't be fuller, Deng Fuqing glanced at the little boy with his body tilted. He bent his left arm with difficulty and brought the wine glass to his lips tremblingly. In the process, his wrist suddenly shook uncontrollably. Most of the wine in the glass was immediately spilled.
Deng Fuqing's expression changed, and he quickly opened his mouth to take a sip. Whether it was the spilled wine that hadn't hit the ground or the remaining wine in the cup, a full cup of imperial anointing wine finally entered his mouth.
"happy!"
After drinking a glass of wine, the old woodcarving man laughed loudly and threw the glass to the little boy, feeling full of energy.
With a shake of his right arm, the bright yellow flames on the Bi Tao Sword suddenly dimmed and turned into a light yellow bright sword light, and a faint fragrance of flowers and woods spread out.
Deng Fuqing released the five fingers of her right hand, and the peach in her hand immediately let out a joyful cry and flew away. It circled around Jiangxin Pavilion a few times and then flew back to its owner, standing in the air as before.
Deng Fuqing straightened her crooked body, raised her right foot and dropped it back to the floor, standing straight on the spot. Then she turned and glared at Jiao Yulang: "You little kid looks smart, but you are actually a real person!"
Jiao Yulang smiled coquettishly, who would have thought that a great master who achieved great success in the third level could not even hold a wine glass. Who can he ask to explain this?
Deng Fuqing ignored him, turned to look at Qi Jingzhi, and said leisurely: "Now that Cao Jiangzhi is retreating to recuperate and rebuild his foundation, we don't have to lick our faces here, eat and drink, and have to wait for the host to see off the guests. Are you chasing people away? I'll wait for you on the shore!"
Before he finished speaking, the old wood carving man stood up gracefully and walked away without even leaving a word of farewell.
Upon seeing this, Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang looked at each other, and then both looked at Zhu Yihou Zhu Zhe, who was sitting quietly aside.
In just this moment, the originally red beard and hair of the Lord of Cao Jiang had turned a lot darker, and even had a hint of greenness.
Before the other party could speak, Qi Jingzhi bowed and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for your advice on how to overcome the calamity!"
Zhu Yihou sat still and smiled at the young man. When he spoke, he was full of energy and showed no sign of weakness: "A few words, a favor without any expense, really means nothing!"
He raised his finger and pointed at his chest, and the smile on his face became even stronger: "As the saying goes, what is lost is what is gained in the east. Zhu's situation tonight is so strange that it has never been seen in more than a hundred years! Such a great opportunity, how could we know that it is not two people? The blessing brought by this little friend?"
"It's a pity that as Brother Deng said, it's really not convenient for Zhu to entertain guests at the moment, so I have to say goodbye to my two friends. We'll see you again in the future, and it's not too late to continue Cao Jiang's night banquet!"
After saying that, Zhu Yihou unfolded his robe sleeves, and the dragon claws in the cabin below immediately poked out, stretching towards the shore, like a green arch bridge.
The entire painting boat also turned and sailed towards the shore.
"In that case, the juniors will take their leave!"
Having said that, Qi Jingzhi took Jiao Yulang onto the Dragon Claw Arch Bridge without any further hesitation.
The two of them walked quickly to the back of the claw. Seeing that the shore was not far away, they immediately jumped onto the shore.
"The water palace is barren and the rivers and lakes are far away. I will offer you a bag of imperial anointing to enhance the beauty of these two little friends!"
Zhu Yihou's voice came from afar, and two wine bags flew out from the boat and fell straight towards Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang.
The two turned around after hearing the sound, each raised their hands to catch the wine bag, only to see that most of the green dragon claws had been retracted into the cabin. A huge vortex appeared in the center of the river. The boat sank slowly and disappeared on the river surface after a while. .
Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He really heard too many secrets about this divine prince tonight and had to worry about it all the time.
"Hehe, in the future, when he reconciles yin and yang and loses his fire veins, his appearance will inevitably change greatly. He will also compete for the position of Sidu by virtue of his reputation as a descendant of the Feilong clan. Many things will no longer need to be hidden from others, and there will be no need to silence him! "
Deng Fuqing stepped on Feijian Bitao and stood beside Qi Jingzhi in the air: "Speaking of which, who are you from Xuandu Guanzhu? The Feng clan of Xianyu Mountain actually absorbed a Qi clan named Jiang as a disciple. If I hadn’t seen the knife you made with my own eyes, I really wouldn’t have believed it!”
Qi Jingzhi turned to Deng Fuqing and said bluntly: "What this junior is studying is indeed a fragment called "The Immortal Feather Sutra", but I got it by chance and got it by luck. I really don't know where the Immortal Feather Mountain is." Wherever I am, I have no chance to meet the Xuandu Temple Master mentioned by my senior."
Hearing this, the old woodcarver sneered: "If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid you would have been able to hide it! Xianyu Mountain is not an ordinary family. Without the permission of the Xuandu Temple Master, no one in this world can use "Xianyu Mountain" to Feather Sutra "Achieving the Heart and Bones!"
