Chapter 2017 A Gathering of Events

"Xiang Bei or Zhong Liyan...who among them won?"

In the illusion of Taixu, among the stars, on the sword discussion stage.

After a fight, the two were sitting and lying on the ground, chatting.

Zuo Guangshu lay sprawled on the ground, not even wanting to move a finger.

"Dou Zhao."

"Dou Zhao?"

Zuo Guangshu bared his teeth and said, "Dou Zhao passed by and beat them both up."

Sounds...like something Dou Zhao would do. Jiang Wang shook his head and laughed.

"Brother Jiang."

"Um?"

"Are you going to this Dragon Palace Banquet?"

Jiang Wang asked, "Are you going?"

"The Changhe Dragon Palace is quite close, and there is the Jiulong Holding Riyong Town Mountain and River Seal, so it is absolutely safe. Of course I have to go and have a seat." Zuo Guangshu smiled on his face and added: "Sister Qu and I Together."

Traveling abroad is a joyful thing. Being able to be with Qu Shunhua would make people even happier.

He has not traveled far for a long time, and the last time was at the Yellow River Meeting. When I went to see Jiang Wang at the human settlement in the demon world, I also went through the portal in the Chu Kingdom and went back and forth under the care of my grandfather.

Of course he knew why his family kept a tight watch on him.

Although a young man's mind inevitably yearns for the vast world and wants to spread his wings and fly alone, he will not sneak out of the Chu realm. I just practice hard and hope that I can reach a spiritual state that my family can rest assured about soon. I hope that I can take up the honor of my family soon.

The Dragon Palace Banquet is the best banquet in the world. Being invited to the banquet can be regarded as a certification from the Changhe Dragon Palace, confirming the name of the genius of the world.

Because of the early closure, the value of this certification has not faded much. When people mention the Dragon Palace Banquet, all they think of is the glory of the past.

Of course Jiang Wang does not need the Dragon Palace Banquet's certification. But he also smiled softly: "I should go."

The two of them just exchanged words with each other, chatting about various things, taking the short rest after the battle as a moment of peace in life.

The stars are as bright as before, and the illusion of Taixu these days is still running smoothly, as if nothing has happened. But there are obviously many fewer sword discussion platforms floating in the galaxy.

Starlight turned out to be lonely.

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The lonely starlight illuminates the hustle and bustle of the world.

A yellow robe is spread out in the air, like a flag gun.

Freedom, independence, swagger.

The woman in yellow robe has beautiful and deep facial features and bronze skin. The black eyes were bright and bright, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, there was a happy look on the face, and he would make a hey sound from time to time.

Sun Fei from Zhongshan Wei, who was dressed in exquisite clothes and jade, looked at her from time to time, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so happy? You haven't stopped laughing since you left the country!"

Naturally, this woman can only be a yellow relic.

She had returned from spreading the faith of the Yellow Faced Buddha on the grassland, and had become enlightened about it. She was obviously looking forward to the feast that was about to begin.

Huang Relic grinned, showing his snow-white teeth: "When I think of so many beauties...cough! The world's heroes and the abundance of talents! I am sincerely happy! Happy for Jing Country, for the Northern Territory, and for the human race!"

Zhongshan Weisun curled his lips in his heart, but said in a flattering tone: "You are really enlightened!"

Huang Sheli temporarily stopped smiling, turned to look at him, and emphasized seriously: "Murong Longqie was dismissive of the Dragon Palace Banquet, and everyone else was also uninterested. It's just the two of us coming this time, can you? Don’t embarrass our Jing country.”

Tang Yu, the Taizu of the Jing Kingdom, killed the Heavenly King of Shenchi, filled up the Shenchi, and built a city and capital. He personally wiped out the last afterglow of the Shui Tribe. The people of Jing State have always had little respect for Changhe Dragon Palace.

However, this does not prevent Huang Sheli and Zhongshan Weisun from coming to the banquet. Changhe Dragon Palace will not fail to send out the invitations that should be sent out.

"Since it's the two of us here." Zhongshan Weisun frowned and said, "Why did you just ask me not to embarrass Jingguo?"

Huang Sheli raised his eyebrows: "Can you beat me?"

Zhongshan Weisun immediately smoothed his frown.

When we attended the Yellow River Meeting together, he was in the outer court and the yellow relics were in the inner court. He stopped at the top four in the outer building, and Huang Relic was the second in the inner building. It should be said that he is still slightly better.

But now that they are both gods, he is indeed no longer the opponent of Huang Relic...

For this reason, he had been beaten countless times by his grandfather, who scolded him for being unsatisfactory, useless, and embarrassing the Zhongshan family.

But if you can't beat it, you just can't beat it. What can you do? There is no solution to the magical power of Ni Lv.

"Look at you, you and I are not competing at the Dragon Palace Banquet." As a rare gentleman in Jing Kingdom, Zhongshan Weisun is always polite: "My Nanming Lihuo is not a vegetarian either."

"What's that for food?" Huang Relic asked him.

"Speaking of eating, I heard that this Dragon Palace Banquet will have many rare delicacies, and some famous ancient dishes that were previously thought to be lost will be reproduced..." Zhongshan Weisun said: "We have to pay attention to dining etiquette. We can't let others I feel like we in Jing country have nothing to eat.”

Huang Sheli laughed: "I'm about to feast!"

Zhongshan Weisun thought to himself, you bully men and women every day in Jing Kingdom, and you don't know how to restrain yourself when you leave the country. Will others let you go?

But he said: "What do you want to eat? I will help you grab it when the time comes."

Huang Sheli shook his head: "You don't understand."

"Qiqiao purple zhi? Fengming snail?" Zhongshan Weisun kept guessing.

"It's just dragon liver and phoenix marrow, what's so delicious about it?" Huang Relic smiled and said, "You must know that it's beautiful and delicious!"

Zhongshan Weisun said in a consultative tone: "Isn't it inappropriate to use the term dragon liver and phoenix marrow in the Changhe Dragon Palace?"

Huang Sheli said impatiently: "Don't think about teaching people every day just because you read a few crappy books."

Zhongshan Weisun said seriously: "I am worried about hurting the feelings of Changhe Dragon Palace. After all, we are the Shenchi Shangbang, a role model for other countries."

Jing State called itself Shenchi Shangbang, Jing State called itself the Central Great Jing Empire, Qi State called itself the East State, and the former Yang State even called itself the Heavenly Kingdom... In short, they all have these powerful names, and they are as powerful as they can be.

"What kind of role model? A role model for fighting?" Huang Sheli smiled and raised his fist, swearing fiercely: "Fuck his grandpa!"

Zhongshan Weisun advised: "Miss Sheli, don't be so rude!"

Huang Sheli glanced at him: "That's enough, you are still excited when I don't say anything, don't pretend to be polite to me!"

"You can disagree with my opinion, but we all represent the image of the country..." Zhongshan Weisun was still gentle: "I don't understand what Miss Sheli means."

Huang Sheli grinned: "Isn't it time for you to let yourself go in the fantasy world? Zhao Tiezhu!"

Zhongshan Weisun was startled, but he almost reacted and didn't respond. His face turned red all of a sudden, and he said indignantly: "How can you smear someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Huang Sheli laughed and walked away.

Zhongshan Weisun was stunned for a while before he reacted-

If he didn't know who Zhao Tiezhu was, why did he think that this name smeared his innocence?

For a moment, his face was as pale as paper.

It's over, it's all over!

Zhao Tiezhu cursed and cursed at the sky and the earth in the fantasy world, and he offended more than one or two people.

How did Huang Sheli know this! ?

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Immortals always go down the mountain, and mortals go up the mountain.

A man with ordinary appearance but outstanding temperament, with a green gourd hanging on his waist, walked up the mountain slowly along the stone steps.

An old peach tree beside the stone steps suddenly shook its branches, and a leaf came across, blocking the way.

"Xu San!" The old peach tree actually made a sound: "What are you doing here?"

Xu San was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

"The headmaster ordered me to watch here!" The old peach tree shook its branches: "This road is blocked."

The headmaster mentioned by the old peach tree is the current headmaster of Daluo Mountain, that is, the current generation of Hunyuan Zhenjun, the master of "Hunyuan Birth Sutra".

The weight of this great man's oral order is beyond doubt.

Xu San was also born in Daluo Mountain, so he could say a few words here.

He cupped his hands: "The Dragon Palace Banquet is about to start, and the Dragon Palace invitation has also been delivered. The court wants Taiyu Zhenren to go there."

The voice of the old peach tree became serious: "Although Taiyu Zhenren has returned to the Taoist sect and no longer hides his identity, it does not mean that he has become a sword that anyone can use. Don't always use such boring things to disturb his practice!"

Xu San couldn't help but feel a little envious: "The headmaster actually transferred you here to guard in order for Taiyu Zhenren to practice in peace. Since the beginning of the Taoist calendar, I have never heard of anyone who can be treated like this..."

"Wrong!" The old peach tree corrected: "What kind of person do you think Taiyu Zhenren is? Will he care about those people's care? The headmaster ordered me to guard Here, it is not for me to help stop those irrelevant interruptions. It is to prevent too many people from seeking death without knowing the limit, so I can save as many as I can. "

Xu San said: "The Dragon Palace Banquet..."

"What's so great about the Dragon Palace Banquet?" The old peach tree was very impolite: "I also went to drink wine in the past, but it was nothing special!"

"But there is another situation." Xu San thought about it and said: "According to reliable information, the current god Cang Ming has achieved Dong Zhen, and he will also attend the banquet this time. If Tai Yu Zhenren does not go, I am afraid no one can suppress the scene."

In the Yellow River Meeting in the 3919th year of the Taoist calendar, among the gods of various countries, Cang Ming of Muguo was the first to break through Dong Zhen.

And it was in the era when Muguo established the national policy of the fusion of all religions and the influence of Cang Tu God was rapidly declining.

The story of grazing on that grassland is obviously more magnificent than imagined.

For Muguo and Cang Ming, people all over the world may need to re-examine.

The old peach tree was silent for a while.

He also knew the meaning of the four words "cannot control the situation".

Many times, the second, third, and fourth are acceptable to other hegemonic countries.

Only Jingguo cannot.

At any time and in any occasion, we must maintain the first place.

How can the great Central Jing, the strongest country in the world, and the great country that has suppressed all the countries for four thousand years, "cannot control the situation"?

If the lion king shows his old age, challengers will emerge in an endless stream!

Chen Suan is certainly excellent, and Chunyu Gui is certainly a genius. But in front of Cangming, who has become a cave, they are all not good enough.

"I know." The old peach tree said at last.

Then he pulled up his roots and staggered up the mountain.

Only a long sigh was left, scattered on the mountain road-"If Wanqi Jinghu was there, why couldn't Taiyu Zhenren be at peace?"

Wanqi Jinghu, Wanqi Jinghu!

Xu San was ashamed.

The old peach tree sighed at Wanqi Jinghu's amazing talent and cursed them for their incompetence.

He was speechless.

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Xu San was not the only one who was speechless.

Today, Gan Changan also stood by the Wei River in silence for a long time.

At the age of 22, his facial features were no longer immature.

He was still a little childish at the meeting of the Yellow River a few years ago, but he has grown rapidly in the past few years and has become more or less like a young man - although he still looks harmless and weak.

He and Jiang Wang were actually born in the same year. Gan Changan was six months younger than Jiang Wang in July. So Jiang Wang was already 23 years old, and he was still experiencing the end of his 22 years.

Young people always hope that this end can have a greater resonance.

In the Yellow River Meeting of the 3919th year of the Dao Calendar.

The 19-year-old Jiang Wang won the championship in the inner court.

The 19-year-old Gan Changan was the top eight in the outer court. But this was not because he only had the strength of the top eight, but because he met Dou Zhao too early.

Now he is also a god.

The time of achieving the god is exactly six months earlier than Jiang Wang.

He is still wearing a black scholar's suit, with a rare sense of thinness and fragility in Xi Qin.

In front of him is a huge bluestone, which is parked by the Wei River. It has been polished by the waves for many years and has long been smooth as a mirror. The strange thing is that no moss has grown.

A man is sitting on the bluestone, holding a fishing rod in the Wei River.

He was tall and thin, dressed in cloth, and wore a mask full of small seal characters on his face.

Every word on the mask was easy to recognize, but the strange thing was that no one could understand what kind of article was written on the mask.

The mask did not even reveal his eyes. The man's hand holding the pole was also wearing a pair of gloves full of small seal characters.

The mask and gloves were both white with black characters.

He was Wang Xixu.

Mr. Manjia, a commoner who planned for the country.

He was also the first person to recognize Gan Changan's talent.

When he was eight years old, he promised that he had the talent of "being able to be Changan". He personally came to his house and recommended himself as a teacher, and then carefully instructed him until now.

Gan Changan naturally respected Wang Xixu very much. But after a long silence, he couldn't help but say: "Why do you think I don't dare to face Dou Zhao? I may lose to him for a while, but I won't lose to him for a lifetime."

With his talent, he naturally received an invitation to the Dragon Palace Banquet.

The gathering of the world's geniuses was a good opportunity for him to avenge his previous shame.

But Mr. Manjia didn't allow him to go.

He couldn't understand.

"Of course you dare to face it, you will not lose to him in this life." Wang Xixu held the fishing rod, looked at the Wei River, and said slowly: "The so-called victory or defeat is not entirely based on the courage of a man. Chang'an, do you see your feet or the distance? Do you see this Wei River or this world?"

Gan Chang'an said: "I look at my feet and I see the distance. I look at this Wei River and I also see this world."

"But you didn't see it clearly." Wang Xixu said: "You are too smart, your cleverness has blinded you."

"Sir." Gan Chang'an shook his head seriously: "I don't understand."

Wang Xixu didn't explain too much, just said: "Go to the demon world. You have learned Xu Wang's swordsmanship, but you haven't seen Qin Changsheng's sword yet."

Gan Chang'an looked up in surprise: "Is he willing to teach me?"

Wang Xixu looked at the calm water and said: "Everything has a price. You need to judge accurately and be generous... I'm not just talking about money."