Chapter 152: The Gathering Conference
Like a dream in another life, when Liu Qianlang woke up from the sound of music, Wu Ya and Yun Xian were no longer in front of his eyes, and he could faintly hear the sound of Lingling in the clouds in the sky in the valley. I couldn't help feeling a bit bewildered, and said to myself: "Is it a dream?"
In a trance, I felt a palm shaking in front of my eyes, and then I was patted on the head a few times, and then I heard a pleasant voice: "Third Brother! Third Brother! Why are you here?"
Liu Qianlang looked up and saw that it was Cailing, but he fell asleep at some point, hurriedly got up and said, "Seventh sister, how could it be you? Why are you here?"
"Hee hee, this is where I told you we live! How did you find this place? Did you come to see me?" Cai Ling blushed.
Liu Qianlang looked around, but he didn't see Wu Ya and Yun Xian, he was a little dazed, and said, "I came with Big Brother and Senior Yun, where are they?"
"Hey! That's no wonder, those two music idiots forgot everything when they saw the musical instrument. Look." He pointed to the note on the stone table. Liu Qianlang's mind slowly came to his senses, looking at the western sky filled with colorful clouds, he hoped that a group of auspicious clouds would cover the water city. Fang knew that he had already stayed in this place of cloud title for a full day.
Glancing at Cailing, Liu Qianlang asked: "Since Seventh Sister lives here, why didn't I see you when I first came in?"
"Oh, what's more, Kong Sheng and Feng Hen took me to explore the Zombie River. I haven't seen anything since I stayed last night, so I went back first. They didn't give up and haven't come back yet! What is the Zombie River? , It’s just a dirty sewage river! I wasted my time, so I might as well chat with my third brother.” After speaking, she looked at Liu Qianlang with regret.
"Zangshijiang is the muddy river that the second brother mentioned." Liu Qianlang said to himself.
"Second brother has been there too?" Cai Ling asked curiously.
"No, I heard that the second brother mentioned the River of Burying Corpses, and he said that this river used to be called the Zhuo River. As for whether he has been there, I don't know." Liu Qianlang said. Taking another look at the sky, Liu Qianlang said: "I have to go back, I didn't return last night, and today is another whole day, Second Brother and Song Zhen will be anxious."
"Where did you go last night? Did you go there to explore? Why didn't you call me?" Cai Ling asked with excited eyes.
Liu Qianlang said with a smile: "I'm not going to explore, I'm lost." Then he repeated what he said to Wu Ya. Who knows, Cai Ling actually said that he regretted not being able to get lost with Liu Qianlang.
Liu Qianlang bid farewell to Cailing, stepped on the official road leading to Panshui on the north side of Yunxian's residence, watched Panshui City go all the way, Cailing behind him watched Liu Qianlang's leaving figure, until Fang could not be seen, just I hate that I didn't do my homework, and I'm afraid my elder brother will reprimand me, otherwise I would have gone with Liu Qianlang.
Seeing that Panshui City was not far away, Liu Qianlang walked for several hours, hitchhiked a few times in the middle, and finally returned to the small hotel. It was already midnight, and the two walked in. Immediately, two figures jumped up on the side bed, shouting together: "My God, you are finally back!"
Liu Qianlang sat down on the bed, lay down on his back, and said, "Thank you for your concern!"
Then there was no sound, and he fell asleep after a while, leaving Huang Qi and Song Zhen with dazed faces. Because dawn is the life-threatening Juying Conference, it's good to be back, and luckily I caught up with it, although I didn't figure out what Liu Qianlang was doing that day and night, but it didn't delay the big event, and the two nodded to each other.
Looking for Liu Qianlang everywhere all day and night, he was already exhausted, and he hadn't closed his eyes until Liu Qianlang entered the door, so the two of them snored soon after they lay down.
Just as the three of them were sleeping soundly, a green figure floated in front of Liu Qianlang's bed, with willow-leaf-browed eyebrows and gleaming autumn waves, smiling all over the city, and then smiling all over the country, with a trace of disdain and a trace of arrogance at the corners of his mouth. The emerald figure stretched out her slender jade arms, gently stroking Liu Qianlang's handsome face, and streams of tears fell in the void.
The emerald figure stared at Liu Qianlang for two full hours, and then floated out of the door. Not long after, a girl in a pink veil floated to Liu Qianlang's bed and woke Liu Qianlang up. Liu Qianlang opened his eyes and saw a girl with a strange fragrance suddenly appeared in front of him, and was about to speak, when the girl blocked her lips with a finger, and let out a soft hiss.
Then floated out of the door, signaling Liu Qianlang to follow her. Although Liu Qianlang was puzzled, but never hesitated, he got up and followed out, thinking, isn't this the girl Xiaoyun who gave Jianyun Qianmeng? What are you looking for? Xiaoyun only said softly: "Master Liu please come with me, my master wants to see you."
Then he floated in lotus steps, walking in front, and Liu Qianlang followed closely behind. It was around three o'clock in the morning, and everyone had already entered Mengxiang, hoping that the Water City Gate Square would be silent, except for the blue sky, the waning moon, and a few stars.
This time Huang Qi and Song Zhen slept very soundly, when they got up, they found that Liu Qianlang was already standing outside the door chatting with elder brother Wuya, fifth younger brother Kong Sheng, sixth younger brother Fenghen and seventh younger sister Cailing.
The two walked out the door, and a table of breakfast not far away had already been prepared, seeing the two of them tidying up, Wu Ya greeted everyone to sit down, and said: "My dear brothers and sisters, I planned to drink all night last night, and I don't want to be overwhelmed by something. I didn't get what I wanted, and now I can only get together and leave quickly, and the Juying Conference will start on time.
Therefore, the eldest brother prepares a cup of fine tea and makes a cup of fine wine on behalf of you. I would like to respect all my brothers and sisters. I wish you an early entry into the fairy gate and a bright future! please! " After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank. Liu Qianlang and others responded in unison: "I also wish the eldest brother a bright future!" "Then they all drank it casually.
Next, all the brothers wished and cheered each other, with deep affection. The gathering ended quickly, because there were already people in the palace at the gate of the city urging all those who had not signed up for the Juying Conference to leave.
I saw all kinds of temporary buildings on the square, and a large area fell down in an instant. After about a stick of incense, the square has been cleaned up, that is, those family members who picked up the Juying Conference, as well as some sedan chairs and vehicles running away. They all stopped on the pipeline far away from the city gate.
Wu Ya glanced at the sundial on the right above the city gate and said, "It will start in another hour. You all have a plan in mind, and I will go beforehand." The direction strode away.
Liu Qianlang looked around the square, and saw a large group of people in the square under the blue sky, almost half men and women, some in small groups, some in a large circle, and most of them stood alone and coldly. There.
Among the crowd Liu Qianlang suddenly saw Yun Qianmeng, she was staring at the direction of the city gate motionlessly, her face was cold and full of arrogance. Seeing Liu Qianlang staring at him, Yun Qianmeng seemed to have noticed it, and also glanced at Liu Qianlang's side, and then regained his sight.
In another place, Ouyang Langlong stood tall on the hillside, looking at everyone in the square with disdain.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of an ancient clock sounded, and the square fell silent immediately. They looked at the city gate with unison, and after a while, four groups of figures walked out. Each group of figures carried an official chair carved and painted in gold. They are lined up at a distance of about a hundred meters from the city gate, with a distance of Zhang Xu from each other.
On the ground is a platform more than half a foot high, called Dianxiantai. Dianxiantai extends to the southwest corner with ninety-nine spiral steps. At the top of the steps is another platform about ten meters high. It is disc-shaped and huge. It is no problem for hundreds of people to stand on it. It is white, like a white cloud.
Below is a support like a mushroom leg, which is also white. This platform says: Entering Xiantai. Then the other four groups of figures brought out four equally elegant tables and placed them in front of each chair, and then a group of maids floated past each table and chair with a flower basket, and immediately the table was filled with the fragrance of tea and colorful fresh fruits. Hua Zhuozhuo.
Then another melodious ancient bell sounded, and a large number of soldiers poured out from the city gate with a hula, standing on the left and right sides of the city gate. Then a man who looked like a general stepped out and drew a golden dividing line five or six meters in front of the table. After finishing the painting, I returned to the team.
After a while, the ancient bell rang again, and everyone stood on the square, including that Ouyang Langlong, and then stared intently at the four tables. Some people clenched their fists with nervous hands.
On Liu Qianlang's side, Huang Qi didn't seem to care too much, and looked forward with a smile on his face.
Song Zhen was very serious, and with Qiqi squatting on his shoulders, he looked even more solemn. Kong Sheng was still playing with the emerald green bamboo brush in his hand, it was very smooth, the arcs drawn by the emerald green brush were entangled with each other, as if there was a jasper ball on his chest. Fenghen held a celestial disk in his hand and looked at the participants.
Cai Ling was right next to Liu Qianlang, and most of his eyes fell on Liu Qianlang's face.
Ouyang Langlong squeezed in front of the crowd, folded his hands on his chest, blocking a large area behind him because he was already tall. He squinted arrogantly at the people around him. In a secluded corner, Yun Qianmeng looked at the front quietly with a pale face, her eyes fell on a white cloud in the sky, beside her was the slim Yun Huan, who was looking at Ouyang Langlong enviously.
when--
Another bell rang, and everyone saw three figures flying from Yujian in the sky above the gate of Panshui City. In a blink of an eye, the sky turned and landed firmly on the first table on the left. One of them sat on the seat. He looked about sixty or seventy years old, with fluttering silver hair, white eyebrows and a silver beard. One of Liu Qianlang who was standing next to him knew him, and it was Yunxian Guandai.
Another old man in Tsing Yi, with a yellowish complexion and bright eyes, walked to the front of the four tables and scanned the crowd.
As soon as I sat down here, I saw a burst of golden light shining, and there were already two more figures at the second table on the right, both of which were golden and Buddha-like. There were two monks, one tall and one short. The serious one, the short one smiling.
Then the third table and the fourth table floated two figures almost at the same time. The third table came with a man and a woman, the man was handsome, the woman was handsome, the man was dressed as a scholar, and the woman was dressed as a rich lady, both poetic and picturesque. It caused the crowd to exclaim.
At the fourth table, came two Qingyi Taoist priests, fresh and unrestrained, with a calm and gentle demeanor. One of them turned out to be Wu Ya. In the crowd, especially in Yun Qianmeng's eyes, there was an extraordinary astonishment, but only for a moment, the expression of indifference returned immediately.