Chapter 598 Five Cups of Wine

Fine wines are like the sea, and delicacies are like mountains.

After the seven-day discussion, there will be a three-day banquet.

As one of the Seven Great Sacred Lands, the South China Sea is well prepared for this. A feast in three thousand years, with jiaoji and beauties coming and going, and strong men and slaves interspersed. The silk and bamboo are tactful, the fairy music is fluttering, and there is a whole life of singing and dancing. The lanterns are flying over the South China Sea, and the light can spread for three thousand miles. There are countless fairy banquets in the world, but when it comes to the grandeur of the banquet, the high status of the guests, and the prosperity of the cultivation base, it can be said that there is absolutely no one on the right.

Looking from a distance, one can see that there are three small islands and several halls connected by the golden bridge.

Surrounded by magical powers, countless exotic flowers and plants are born, and the fragrance is tangy. In the three small island halls and on the mountain, there are people chatting and laughing. Some people enjoy singing and dancing in the hall and drink fine wine; some people play chess in the forest and argue endlessly; Those who used to be friends cherish the rare reunion and sigh together, only wishing to fight side by side in the time of catastrophe; those who once had enemies also looked at each other without saying a word, drinking in silence, after the catastrophe, maybe this hatred will never be avenged again.

After all, they all knew in their hearts that this might be the last carnival.

Even if the Dragon Trace and his party can succeed, it will only buy another twenty years for the world, and for practitioners, especially for practitioners of their level, twenty years is actually just a snap of the fingers!

In this fairy banquet, those juniors who had a fate entered this banquet naturally became busy one by one. Seeing the stitches, running around, the big characters between the places, but they were all exhausting their strength and rare. Now they can see everywhere. It is impossible to ask for the problem of practice. Now as long as you encounter the good mood of those big characters, you will also order one or two.

Fang Yuan was also in the meeting, held a jug of wine in his hand, and made a toast to several worthy people.

The first glass of wine he offered was Mrs. Bai of Langya Pavilion.

This glass of wine is naturally to respect her appreciation!

Whether it was ten years ago, she gave herself the opportunity to study in Langya Pavilion, or that immortal technique, or now that she was the first to condemn Bai Youran to invite herself to the immortal banquet at the head of the Golden Bridge, it is a great favor and worthy of Fang Yuan's respect.

I haven't seen him for more than ten years, Madam Bai's voice and appearance are still the same, but she looks much more haggard. Bai Youran hugged the little unicorn and snuggled up to her side very obediently. Madam Bai, who has a gentle temperament, looked Fang Yuan up and down a few times, smiled on her face, and said: "Back then, I thought you would not be able to achieve the Supreme Nascent Soul, but I didn't expect to underestimate you. Now you are already a major cultivator, and your future achievements are not for us to guess. If the future is difficult, I still hope that you will read this master-student karma, so I can help him a little bit!"

Fang Yuan could feel her respect from Madam Bai's tone, so he nodded his head: "Definitely!"

Madam Bai looked at Fang Yuan, then looked at Luo Feiling who was poking his head in the distance, waiting for Fang Yuan to pass by, she couldn't help showing a little smile on her face, and said: "The girl of Wangqing Island is a good girl, if you come back safely, I can be a matchmaker for you!"

Fang Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, a major event finally came to fruition.

Mrs. Bai of Langya Pavilion is a matchmaker, so she is worthy of the identity of Wangqing Island in the South China Sea, right?

For the second glass of wine, Fang Yuan went to pay respects to Mr. Tai Xu from Xianmeng.

He has always had a good impression of Xianmeng, and even almost became a member of Xianmeng at one time, and the source of this goodwill, after thinking about it, is Mr. Taixu, whom he has never met before. In his mind, this old man who has no friendship with himself, but is willing to give him a few more opportunities just because he feels that he has some qualifications, is a person who can be respected.

Mr. Taixu drank the glass of wine, and the inspector, or the new guard Zhao Zhizhen, waited by his side, then looked at Fang Yuan's face, Mr. Taixu just sighed in a low voice: "You have also seen the chaos of this discussion, I don't know if you will be disappointed, but I have nothing else to teach you. I just want to tell you that the original intention of the creation of the Xianmeng is to resist the catastrophe. Therefore, only those who resist the catastrophe are the Xianmeng. Consistent with the philosophy of Xianmeng!"

Fang Yuan knew what Mr. Taixu was implying to himself.

All along, he has also felt that there seems to be some dark power surging in the Xianmeng, which makes the Xianmeng different from what he imagined, and even has some gaps, and it also makes him not have much idea of ​​getting closer to the Xianmeng, or even joining the Xianmeng.

You can do things for the Xianmeng, but you don't want to join the Xianmeng, and you don't listen to the announcement, that's what you mean.

But now Mr. Taixu's words made him feel more clear, and he nodded seriously.

Mr. Taixu was also in a happy mood, and smiled with a flick of his sleeves: "Hehe, go, this matter must be done seriously. If it is done, the old man will guarantee his life. You can get the last chance to become a cultivator before the catastrophe really comes!"

This is tantamount to swearing with his life, Fang Yuan was also a little moved, and solemnly thanked Mr. Tai Xu.

The chance to become a god...

I am afraid that there is no promise in the world, it is heavier than this!

Is Xianmeng also using this method to make up for the loss of not entering Kunlun?

For the third cup of wine, Fang Yuan went to see Xue Yuan Jianshou.

He was on the snowfield, and he had a lot of dealings with Xijianchi, but he had never really communicated with him. The two parties had been in a very awkward situation. To some extent, it could even be said that there was enmity. But before he entered the golden bridge, a sword light came from the sword head of Xueyuan, and he said a word for himself. Based on this sentence, he should come over to toast a glass of wine.

At this time, the sword head of Xueyuan, who was wearing a blue robe, a purple crown on his head, and concealed his aura, was playing chess and drinking with an old man in Yilou Daoist robe in the bamboo forest.

"Back then on the snowfield, I always wanted to see you, but you refused to come, but now you come over to toast?"

Seeing Fang Yuan coming into the bamboo forest, Xue Yuan's sword head did not look up, but just smiled faintly while playing chess.

Fang Yuan said: "At that time, the time was not right, and the junior didn't know what to say after seeing the senior!"

Xueyuan Jianshou laughed and said, "What about now?"

Fang Yuan said: "There should be no need to say anything now!"

"interesting!"

Xueyuan Jianshou raised his head, glanced at Fang Yuan, and said: "There is really no need to say anything now. When I was on the snowfield, I wanted to meet you and ask you if you would like to enter my Sword Washing Pool to practice, but now, you are no longer allowed to enter my Sword Washing Pool. Whether your way of swordsmanship is right or wrong, I will not express any opinions, but I don't bother to hide it from you. The battle of swordsmanship is the battle of Dao, which is the most intolerable. With a sword..."

He looked slightly cold, looked at Fang Yuan seriously, and said, "I hope you are ready to take this sword!"

"A hundred years later..."

Fang Yuan focused slightly, thinking about the meaning of these words.

After a hundred years, the catastrophe must have passed, so will there be another sword fight at that time?

He nodded, drank the wine in one gulp, and said earnestly: "Your junior, you have written it down!"

Then Fang Yuan poured another glass of wine and looked at the old man in Yilou.

He had never seen this old man who seemed to be so old that his beard and hair were shining and he couldn't get any older, but he remembered that when he was waiting on the top of the golden bridge, there was someone from Yilou who went to greet him, but now, the person who greeted him was guarding outside the bamboo forest, which meant that it should be the meaning of the Yilou expert in front of him to speak for him at that time.

The old man looked old, but he still spoke clearly and forcefully. He just glanced at Fang Yuan with a smile, and said, "Xiaoyou Fang, I have only found one most reliable law in Yilou, do you know what it is?"

Fang Yuan said respectfully: "I would like to ask for advice!"

The old man smiled and said: "People today must be stronger than ancient people. Can you imagine that in ancient times, those strong men who could destroy the world in legends are actually just monks in the realm of Qi training? The road is walked by people, so people today must go farther than the ancients. The way of swordsmanship is also a road, and the road is not blocked. If you think it is blocked, it is because you have not yet the ability to go there!"

Fang Yuan was stunned for a while, then bent down to salute the old gentleman: "You have been taught!"

Seeing the two talking, Xueyuan Jianshou felt unhappy, snorted coldly, and said, "Are you finished?"

Talking and urging the old gentleman, he said: "The general trend of this seat is set, the victory lies in the moment, it's up to you to make a move!"

Fang Yuan straightened up and said with a smile, "One more word!"

The sword head of Xue Yuan was slightly startled, and turned to look at Fang Yuan: "What are you talking about?"

Fang Yuan said: "Senior made a wrong move just now!"

As he spoke, he took a step for the old Mr. Yi Lou, then saluted the two, and left the bamboo forest.

Xueyuan Jianshou looked at the chessboard whose situation had changed drastically because of one move, and after a while, he shouted angrily: "This move is not counted!"

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Coming out of the bamboo forest, Fang Yuan went to see the Emperor of the Nine Heavens again.

However, the Divine Emperor of Jiuchongtian didn't see him, he only saw Eunuch Cui who was standing outside the palace with a smile on his face. He said to Fang Yuan, "The Divine Emperor is passing on the important event of bloodline, so I don't have time to see you, but he has something for me to tell you..."

Fang Yuan was slightly startled, and said, "What are you talking about?"

Eunuch Cui laughed and said, "Being my consort of the Nine Heavens will bring you many benefits!"

Fang Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

But at this moment, another sentence rang out: "Give his grandma a leg!"

Following these words, I saw a few Taoist nuns not far away, accompanied by a trembling old lady, the old lady scolded Eunuch Cui, then turned to look at Fang Yuan: "Little bastard, everyone has respected me all over, why don't you come to respect me?"