Chapter 207
The Xuanwu Banquet Opens!
Chapter 207 The Black Tortoise Banquet Is Open! (first update)
The next morning.
The night before, there was a light rain in Jiangzhou.
When you wake up in the morning, the streets and alleys are surrounded by a scent of soil and grass buds.
When the morning sun rises far away from the eastern horizon, the temperature has not yet risen.
But the entire Jiangzhou was already shrouded in a warm atmosphere.
The reason is the same as him, because today is the Xuanwu banquet that thousands of people are looking forward to.
At the right time, there are mighty bells and drums and melodious zithers coming from high above the sky.
That was the ritual and music team of Tongbao Pavilion playing a long song.
Early on, practitioners from all walks of life gathered in Qixiu New City.
For a time, in the whole city, the precious light flickered, and the aura soared to the sky, which was extremely miraculous.
Monk Jiang Nan and Xu Hai also left early.
The two drank wine last night, but unfortunately they couldn't get drunk.
As for Nanhuai's failure to return overnight, it is estimated that the delicate seedlings were still resting after being drained of water.
The two of them walked all the way on the wet bluestone road in Qixiu New City.
Looking up at the sky, there are also people indistinct.
Among them, there are many familiar faces.
Daxia led the way, Li Xiang, who had met once, and Xu Tian, whom he hadn't seen for a long time;
The Sixth Elder of Jianlu and the girl Mo Yizhen were also there, as well as a group of deacons and sword disciples;
Feng Hanqing, the elder of the Taiyi Holy Land, is said to be the elder brother of Feng Wuyang in the Eastern Realm;
There is also Tie Lie from the Nanli tribe, leading a group of rough men...
But more are unfamiliar faces.
Monk Xu Hai sighed, and pointed to a fat monk with big ears and a kind face in the air, "Benefactor, that is Master Hong Lu from Xiaosengqian Temple, but I haven't seen him for a long time."
Jiang Nan suggested, "Why don't you go up and meet a relative?"
The monk cast a glance at him, "Nonsense!"
On the way of wandering, Jiangnan also met many cultivators, and they all cast awe at Jiangnan.
Respect, it is naturally because he beheaded Xuanwu, and then beheaded the ancient god Celestial Centipede, which greatly shocked the prestige of humanity in the world.
Fear, in the eyes of many cultivators, this is an out-and-out lunatic, acting ruthlessly and decisively, killing people without blinking an eye.
Of course, there are quite a few such people, especially for those who are licking blood with a sharp knife, almost everyone is like this.
But Jiangnan is so tough, does not make changes, does whatever he wants, and can still climb to this height, which makes people feel outrageous.
Previously, various cultivators heard that he had killed the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice of Daxia, and he could also be honored and directly named queen.
Just feel the difference in the world.
You must know that Daxia is notorious for its strict laws.
In the past, there was also an embroiderer who just used his power to amass wealth without killing anyone.
After the incident, he was directly beheaded by the court.
If the king of Zhenxi was changed, and the servant of the punishment department was killed, nothing would happen.
There are twists and turns, who dares to say more?
At this time, Hanging Arhat and his party came from the opposite side.
Even though the old monk has been ridiculed in the group for the past few days, his face is full of joy at this moment.
Looks like it might be shaking M.
Jiang Nan saw him, and he naturally saw Jiang Nan.
But he didn't look like he was suffering and hating him before, he folded his hands together and said, "Benefactor Jiang, I haven't seen you for a long time since the Weishui parting."
Those kind smiles, those who don't know the inside story, might think that the two have a very good personal relationship.
But Jiang Nan got tired of seeing this smile more and more.
He was very aware of the old monk's urination.
Of course, I have no good intentions.
"Indeed, thinking of Master Kong Xuan's broken arm that day, I still remember it fresh." Jiang Nan said indifferently.
Hanging Arhat's face changed slightly, but he recovered immediately, he was indeed a scheming old fox.
On the other hand, the Qiqu Buddha child behind him showed a sneer.
——This is definitely not the expression that my uncle should show after being ridiculed.
Although it was only for a short moment, it made Jiangnan's heart skip a beat.
At this time, the monk Xu Hai who was on the side spoke,
"Master Kongxuan, did you forget something?"
Upon hearing the words, the Kongxuan Arhat looked at the defected Buddha from Jinguang Temple, and then frowned.
"Master, did you forget—stay away?" Monk Xu Hai said quietly.
Immediately, Jiang Nan called him a good guy.
—he almost forgot about it.
When he was in the Eastern Realm, the Golden Winged Roc bet against him, but he lost the bet.
Then the Western Regions were ceded for three thousand miles, and Buddhist monks should retreat when they see Jiangnan.
"Master Kongxuan, explain to me what it means to retreat?" Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes and asked.
At this time, many cultivators around also gathered together.
Holding a strong heart to eat melons.
Hanging Arhat's breath stagnated, and he suddenly remembered that there was such a nonsense.
After all, for more than a year, Buddhist cultivators have not met Jiangnan, and everyone has almost forgotten.
Until now, it was also proposed by the monk Xu Hai, who was once a Buddhist monk in the Western Regions.
It can be said that it is extremely ironic.
"Benefactor Jiang, this matter..." Kongxuan Luohan's eyes darkened slightly, and he was about to speak.
Jiang Nan interrupted him, "Master Kongxuan, explain—what does it mean to retreat?"
For a moment, the faces of many monks became gloomy.
Seven Buddhas stared at Xu Hai, "Xu Hai... isn't he also a Buddhist cultivator in the Western Regions? Why doesn't he need to abide by the agreement?"
Monk Xu Hai clasped his hands together, showing a natural look, "Because the little monk has defected!"
Qi Wei: "..."
Hanging: "..."
Jiangnan: "..."
Everyone: "..."
This monk speaks outrageously.
But when everyone thinks about it carefully, it seems to be quite reasonable...
Except for Hong Lu Arhat at the Jinguang Temple in the distance, his face was all green.
In the end, under the eyes of everyone watching a joke, Kongxuan Luohan took a deep look at Jiangnan and walked away!
A small storm subsided.
It's just that everyone understands what happened today.
——The conflict between Jiangnan and Jiuchang Temple is almost endless.
Otherwise, the King of Zhenxi would not have saved a little face for the Hanging Arhat in front of the world's cultivators.
After the crowd dispersed, Monk Xu Hai said in a low voice, "Benefactor, I always feel that Kong Xuan didn't hold his fart well."
Jiang Nan also showed seriousness, nodded, and became alert in his heart.
But he couldn't figure it out.
——Nowadays there are all cultivators in the world, and he has the Danchi and Golden Emperor swords on his body, where does Kongxuan get the confidence? .
Time passed slowly, and at three o'clock, the time had come.
With the sound of a bell that resounded through the sky, the bright divine light fell down, and everyone looked up.
Under the huge sacred cauldron, Li Qingyun was dressed in sacrificial attire, wearing a high crown, holding a staff handle, with a solemn face.
Surrounded by many cultivators, he spoke slowly, his clear voice echoed in the aura, was carried by the wind, and drifted throughout Jiangzhou.
"In the majestic world, the remnants of the heavenly court are about to destroy human nature. Fortunately, there is the king of Shenwu Zhenxi, and the god of Xuanwu will be under the sword."
"According to the discussion of the various alliances, Xuanwu's body was dissected in Jiangzhou, and the world was divided to eat it, so as to promote the prestige of humanity."
"I serve as sacrificial wine, I don't want to respect the heaven and the earth, I don't want to respect the gods and demons, I just pray that everyone in my way will be like a dragon, and the fortune will be prosperous!"
Li Qingyun's eyes were slightly closed, he held the green gold wine bottle with both hands, and fell down.
The clear wine floated in the air, the bells and drums rang, and there was a solemn sound echoing.
"Have a drink before the banquet, to respect humanity and Yongchang."
As the voice fell, golden torrents hung down from the sacred cauldron standing high in the sky, spreading towards the entire Jiangzhou.
The long Jinhe River has countless branches, and it sprinkles Xuanwu delicacies, fine wines and nectars all over the world in its twists and turns.
Everyone only needs to stretch out their hands, and they can eat as soon as possible.
The Xuanwu Banquet is finally open!
(End of this chapter)
The next morning.
The night before, there was a light rain in Jiangzhou.
When you wake up in the morning, the streets and alleys are surrounded by a scent of soil and grass buds.
When the morning sun rises far away from the eastern horizon, the temperature has not yet risen.
But the entire Jiangzhou was already shrouded in a warm atmosphere.
The reason is the same as him, because today is the Xuanwu banquet that thousands of people are looking forward to.
At the right time, there are mighty bells and drums and melodious zithers coming from high above the sky.
That was the ritual and music team of Tongbao Pavilion playing a long song.
Early on, practitioners from all walks of life gathered in Qixiu New City.
For a time, in the whole city, the precious light flickered, and the aura soared to the sky, which was extremely miraculous.
Monk Jiang Nan and Xu Hai also left early.
The two drank wine last night, but unfortunately they couldn't get drunk.
As for Nanhuai's failure to return overnight, it is estimated that the delicate seedlings were still resting after being drained of water.
The two of them walked all the way on the wet bluestone road in Qixiu New City.
Looking up at the sky, there are also people indistinct.
Among them, there are many familiar faces.
Daxia led the way, Li Xiang, who had met once, and Xu Tian, whom he hadn't seen for a long time;
The Sixth Elder of Jianlu and the girl Mo Yizhen were also there, as well as a group of deacons and sword disciples;
Feng Hanqing, the elder of the Taiyi Holy Land, is said to be the elder brother of Feng Wuyang in the Eastern Realm;
There is also Tie Lie from the Nanli tribe, leading a group of rough men...
But more are unfamiliar faces.
Monk Xu Hai sighed, and pointed to a fat monk with big ears and a kind face in the air, "Benefactor, that is Master Hong Lu from Xiaosengqian Temple, but I haven't seen him for a long time."
Jiang Nan suggested, "Why don't you go up and meet a relative?"
The monk cast a glance at him, "Nonsense!"
On the way of wandering, Jiangnan also met many cultivators, and they all cast awe at Jiangnan.
Respect, it is naturally because he beheaded Xuanwu, and then beheaded the ancient god Celestial Centipede, which greatly shocked the prestige of humanity in the world.
Fear, in the eyes of many cultivators, this is an out-and-out lunatic, acting ruthlessly and decisively, killing people without blinking an eye.
Of course, there are quite a few such people, especially for those who are licking blood with a sharp knife, almost everyone is like this.
But Jiangnan is so tough, does not make changes, does whatever he wants, and can still climb to this height, which makes people feel outrageous.
Previously, various cultivators heard that he had killed the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice of Daxia, and he could also be honored and directly named queen.
Just feel the difference in the world.
You must know that Daxia is notorious for its strict laws.
In the past, there was also an embroiderer who just used his power to amass wealth without killing anyone.
After the incident, he was directly beheaded by the court.
If the king of Zhenxi was changed, and the servant of the punishment department was killed, nothing would happen.
There are twists and turns, who dares to say more?
At this time, Hanging Arhat and his party came from the opposite side.
Even though the old monk has been ridiculed in the group for the past few days, his face is full of joy at this moment.
Looks like it might be shaking M.
Jiang Nan saw him, and he naturally saw Jiang Nan.
But he didn't look like he was suffering and hating him before, he folded his hands together and said, "Benefactor Jiang, I haven't seen you for a long time since the Weishui parting."
Those kind smiles, those who don't know the inside story, might think that the two have a very good personal relationship.
But Jiang Nan got tired of seeing this smile more and more.
He was very aware of the old monk's urination.
Of course, I have no good intentions.
"Indeed, thinking of Master Kong Xuan's broken arm that day, I still remember it fresh." Jiang Nan said indifferently.
Hanging Arhat's face changed slightly, but he recovered immediately, he was indeed a scheming old fox.
On the other hand, the Qiqu Buddha child behind him showed a sneer.
——This is definitely not the expression that my uncle should show after being ridiculed.
Although it was only for a short moment, it made Jiangnan's heart skip a beat.
At this time, the monk Xu Hai who was on the side spoke,
"Master Kongxuan, did you forget something?"
Upon hearing the words, the Kongxuan Arhat looked at the defected Buddha from Jinguang Temple, and then frowned.
"Master, did you forget—stay away?" Monk Xu Hai said quietly.
Immediately, Jiang Nan called him a good guy.
—he almost forgot about it.
When he was in the Eastern Realm, the Golden Winged Roc bet against him, but he lost the bet.
Then the Western Regions were ceded for three thousand miles, and Buddhist monks should retreat when they see Jiangnan.
"Master Kongxuan, explain to me what it means to retreat?" Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes and asked.
At this time, many cultivators around also gathered together.
Holding a strong heart to eat melons.
Hanging Arhat's breath stagnated, and he suddenly remembered that there was such a nonsense.
After all, for more than a year, Buddhist cultivators have not met Jiangnan, and everyone has almost forgotten.
Until now, it was also proposed by the monk Xu Hai, who was once a Buddhist monk in the Western Regions.
It can be said that it is extremely ironic.
"Benefactor Jiang, this matter..." Kongxuan Luohan's eyes darkened slightly, and he was about to speak.
Jiang Nan interrupted him, "Master Kongxuan, explain—what does it mean to retreat?"
For a moment, the faces of many monks became gloomy.
Seven Buddhas stared at Xu Hai, "Xu Hai... isn't he also a Buddhist cultivator in the Western Regions? Why doesn't he need to abide by the agreement?"
Monk Xu Hai clasped his hands together, showing a natural look, "Because the little monk has defected!"
Qi Wei: "..."
Hanging: "..."
Jiangnan: "..."
Everyone: "..."
This monk speaks outrageously.
But when everyone thinks about it carefully, it seems to be quite reasonable...
Except for Hong Lu Arhat at the Jinguang Temple in the distance, his face was all green.
In the end, under the eyes of everyone watching a joke, Kongxuan Luohan took a deep look at Jiangnan and walked away!
A small storm subsided.
It's just that everyone understands what happened today.
——The conflict between Jiangnan and Jiuchang Temple is almost endless.
Otherwise, the King of Zhenxi would not have saved a little face for the Hanging Arhat in front of the world's cultivators.
After the crowd dispersed, Monk Xu Hai said in a low voice, "Benefactor, I always feel that Kong Xuan didn't hold his fart well."
Jiang Nan also showed seriousness, nodded, and became alert in his heart.
But he couldn't figure it out.
——Nowadays there are all cultivators in the world, and he has the Danchi and Golden Emperor swords on his body, where does Kongxuan get the confidence? .
Time passed slowly, and at three o'clock, the time had come.
With the sound of a bell that resounded through the sky, the bright divine light fell down, and everyone looked up.
Under the huge sacred cauldron, Li Qingyun was dressed in sacrificial attire, wearing a high crown, holding a staff handle, with a solemn face.
Surrounded by many cultivators, he spoke slowly, his clear voice echoed in the aura, was carried by the wind, and drifted throughout Jiangzhou.
"In the majestic world, the remnants of the heavenly court are about to destroy human nature. Fortunately, there is the king of Shenwu Zhenxi, and the god of Xuanwu will be under the sword."
"According to the discussion of the various alliances, Xuanwu's body was dissected in Jiangzhou, and the world was divided to eat it, so as to promote the prestige of humanity."
"I serve as sacrificial wine, I don't want to respect the heaven and the earth, I don't want to respect the gods and demons, I just pray that everyone in my way will be like a dragon, and the fortune will be prosperous!"
Li Qingyun's eyes were slightly closed, he held the green gold wine bottle with both hands, and fell down.
The clear wine floated in the air, the bells and drums rang, and there was a solemn sound echoing.
"Have a drink before the banquet, to respect humanity and Yongchang."
As the voice fell, golden torrents hung down from the sacred cauldron standing high in the sky, spreading towards the entire Jiangzhou.
The long Jinhe River has countless branches, and it sprinkles Xuanwu delicacies, fine wines and nectars all over the world in its twists and turns.
Everyone only needs to stretch out their hands, and they can eat as soon as possible.
The Xuanwu Banquet is finally open!
(End of this chapter)