Sword of Coming

Mrs. Xiao Luan and the four of them sat down, and it was indeed the seat closest to the threshold of Xuemang Hall, which was suitable for enjoying the night view outside the door.

As for Mrs. Xiao Luan's personal maid, who was called the Little Water Goddess by all the landscape spirits in the 800-mile Baihu River, Ziyang Mansion didn't even give her a seat.

The maid had to stand behind Mrs. Xiao Luan, her pretty face frosty.

In the two hundred years since she drowned and became a water ghost, Mrs. Xiao Luan has personally promoted her to be the patrol envoy of the Baihu River Water God Mansion step by step. She can kill all the lower five monks and ghosts and ghosts who cause trouble in the territory. She can kill them first and then report them. Big humiliation. This visit to Ziyang Mansion means that all the scenery accumulated over two hundred years has been thrown to the ground. Anyway, there is no way to pick it up in this Ziyang Mansion.

Fortunately, she was following Madam Xiao Luan, and she was aware of the importance. She didn't need Madam to remind her to pay attention to the occasion, and she had already lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes early, trying to make her expression more natural and not daring to show any dissatisfaction. After the madam and the current head of the Ziyang Mansion, Huang Chu, had a chat alone, the madam was still not in a relaxed mood. She reminded the four of them that there were still variables before they actually took the boat back to Jiangshen Mansion. She begged everyone to be patient. Tolerate.

At that time, Mrs. Xiao Luan felt quite guilty, her expression was bitter, and there was a hint of prayer in her words, which made the maid feel very sad and almost shed tears.

At this moment, Mrs. Xiao Luan had almost no flaws from her appearance, clothing to her sitting posture, but her eyes were a little unclear.

She was able to sit in command of the Baihu River and stretch it vertically and horizontally, stretching the Baihu River, which was originally only 600 miles away, to nearly 900 miles. Her authority was as great as that of a feudal official in the secular court, and many of the mountain genealogy masters and immortal masters of Huang Ting Kingdom. The close relationship with a great martial arts master like Sun Dengxian cannot be achieved by fighting and killing.

She was the first of the two groups to enter the banquet. The hall was full, and the gods gathered there, so there were two empty spaces. She was a guest at the Baihu River Water God Mansion. Since she had been notified that she had a cool seat near the threshold, the remaining Mrs. Xiao Luan could tell at a glance who the most distinguished seats on the left below the throne of honor would be reserved for.

As expected, he saw Chen Ping'an walking into the Xuemang Hall and Wu Yi, the founder of Ziyang Mansion who even Mrs. Xiao Luan didn't want to see, sitting lazily on the throne.

He actually stood up with a smile, walked down the steps, walked towards Chen Pingan and his group, took Chen Pingan's arm, and laughed and said: "Master Chen, we don't dare to open the banquet and serve food without permission unless Mr. Chen comes to Xue Mang Hall."

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Chen Ping'an, whose fist skills were already natural, was suddenly held by a strange woman. His body was stiff for the first time, and he couldn't break away from Wu Yi's intimate actions in front of everyone. It was really painful.

The master of the palace, Huang Chu, and the great monks of Ziyang Mansion were all swaying in their minds. They increasingly felt that the young man named Chen might be the mistress of the ancestor. However, this possibility is really unlikely. After all, the ancestor founded Ziyang Mansion. Since then, there has never been a Taoist couple. The ancestor is obsessed with the Tao and has never felt the love between his children. Or is it a relative of the emperor who traveled here from the Song family in Dali?

Otherwise, ancestor Wu Yi's various performances at this banquet would be too weird and abnormal.

Fortunately, after Wu Yi brought Chen Pingan to his seat, she let go of her hand without leaving any trace, walked to the main seat and sat down. She still showed her familiarity with Chen Pingan and said loudly: "Mr. Chen, let's bid farewell to Ziyang Mansion. Not to mention, this old dragon covets wine and is famous all over the world. It is by no means a boast. He is an emperor of the Gao family in Geyang in the Sui Dynasty. Privately, he also begged the Hong family of Huang Tingguo to negotiate with our Ziyang Mansion every year. Sixty jars are required. Now the wine has been prepared on several tables. After drinking it, a servant will serve it. The glass will never be empty in front of anyone. Just drink. We will not get drunk tonight. Come back!"

Dozens of beautiful young female nuns from Ziyang Mansion, serving as maids serving wine and food, put on brand new and bright colorful clothes, poured out from both sides of the Xuemang Hall, fluttering like colorful butterflies, they were very brilliant.

Wu Yi was the first to stand up and raise his glass, "This is my first glass of wine. I wish Mr. Chen to come to my Ziyang Mansion and make the pigs shine brightly!"

As a result, everyone had no choice but to stand up, raise their glasses together, and toast to Chen Pingan.

In Huang Tingguo, the face is as big as the sky.

I'm afraid that even if Emperor Hong came to Ziqi Palace in person, he might not be able to get Wu Yi to speak like this.

After Sun Deng sat down with Chen Ping'an and his party, he didn't come back to his senses for a while. He sat in his seat in a daze. Fortunately, he was kicked by his friend, and then he quickly got up.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to say thank you and drink a glass of wine.

On the most small and exquisite table in front of Pei Qian, there were also two pots of Laojiao's saliva wine, but Ziyang Mansion was very considerate and prepared a pot of sweet and refreshing fruit wine for the little girl, so that he could get up and take the cup. Pei Qian was very happy.

Ziyang Mansion is such a good place.

Pei Qian made up her mind that she would talk to her master later and polish her ears. We will often come to Ziyang Mansion as guests in the future. Although Wu Yi is not handsome, he is worse than Huang Ting and Yao Jin. There are quite a lot of guests, they are very nice and welcoming, and I really can’t fault it at all! Anyway, she doesn’t want her master to marry her home and be her master’s wife. Appearance is not important.

Wu Yi didn't pay too much attention to Chen Ping'an after that, it was just the sumptuous banquet of the Immortal Family on the ordinary mountain.

All kinds of delicacies and delicacies were served to the Xuemang Hall in the hands of young female nuns with figures as graceful as colorful butterflies.

The master of the palace, Huang Chu, is worthy of being the second most prominent person in Ziyang Mansion. He is a good talker. He took the lead in toasting Wu Yi, and his witty remarks won the applause of the whole house.

Wu Yi didn't speak much, but compared to his previous behavior at the Ziyang Mansion banquet, he was much more approachable tonight, completely different from the other two. He even took the initiative to tell a few interesting things about the mountain. Naturally, everyone in Ziyang Mansion burst into laughter. In fact, Wu Yi was a serious person. Huang Chu's temperament, if it were Huang Chu who narrated those contents, maybe he would be no worse than the storyteller. But what he said from Wu Yi's mouth was not really funny to Chen Pingan, but the laughter and laughter in Xue Mangtang was really a Compared with one with sincere eyes and a natural smile.

Probably this can be considered a world of martial arts.

In fact, the first time Chen Ping'an had this feeling was in the illusory lotus root paradise. After the war ended, he met the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom in a restaurant.

Mrs. Xiao Luan stood up slowly with a wine glass in hand.

Everyone had a tacit understanding and stopped making noise. There was silence for a while.

Mrs. Xiao Luan smiled and said: "Xiao Luan proposes a glass of wine to the ancestor Yuanjun for the Baihu River Water God Mansion."

Wu Yi turned a deaf ear, but his eyes stayed on Mrs. Xiao Luan.

This gesture clearly shows that she, Wu Yi, doesn't want to give Baihujiang Water God Mansion this face, and you, Xiao Luan, don't even want to earn any face in Ziyang Mansion.

Sun Dengxian almost burst his chest with anger. He clenched his fists and placed them on the tables, trembling all over.

Wu Yi intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Chen Ping'an from the corner of his eye. The latter turned his head and talked to Pei Qian in a low voice, as if to warn this girl that when she was a guest in someone else's house, she must sit and eat as she should, and don't get carried away. Brewing is not wine, so there is no excuse for being drunk and doing nothing. Pei Qian straightened his back, shook his head and said with a smile, "I know, I know," but in the end he got a chestnut from Chen Pingan.

Seeing that Chen Pingan had no intention of getting involved, Wu Yi quickly looked away, yawned, twisted the neck of a pot of special Laojiao saliva wine with one hand, shook it gently, held his chin with the other hand, and asked lazily: " Baihu River? Where is it?"

Then Wu Yi turned to look at Huang Chu and asked, "How far is it from our Ziyang Mansion?"

Huang Chu quickly stood up and replied respectfully: "Reporting to our ancestors, the Baihu River Water God's Mansion is only a three-hundred-mile waterway away from our Ziyang Mansion, Tieguan River."

Wu Yi pretended to be surprised, "That's not far."

Not far away, even if it is a close neighbor. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. For immortal masters of genealogy and landscape gods, three hundred miles is indeed a short distance, equivalent to a common man's walk after a meal. In this case, in the past hundreds of years, Baihujiang Water God Palace has maintained a posture of not having any contact with Ziyang Palace. In Wu Yi's eyes, it was tantamount to Mrs. Xiao Luan's provocation.

However, Wu Yi had his own plans in this matter, so he allowed Baihujiang Water God Palace to open up territory without letting the monks from Ziyang Palace and Tieguanhe Jixiang Temple stop him.

A harmonious and snowy hall was filled with a sense of solemnity in an instant.

Mrs. Xiao Luan just held the wine glass in front of her with both hands. Her calm smile remained unchanged on her delicate and flawless face. "I hope Lord Dongling Yuan will forgive me. Then I, Xiao Luan, will punish myself with a glass of wine."

Just when Mrs. Xiao Luan raised her arm, Wu Yi suddenly stretched out his palm and pressed it twice, "Xiao Luan, how can this little Ziyang Mansion be worthy of being punished by a river god? Huang Chu, what are you doing? As the palace master, if Xiao Luan doesn't come to visit, you won't take the initiative to visit the Shuishen Palace? Do you insist that Mrs. Jiangshen take the initiative to see you? I think your arrogance as the palace master is comparable to that of Emperor Hong. Hurry up, why are you standing there, take the initiative to toast Mrs. Jiang Shen a glass of wine, forget it, Huang Chu, just punish yourself with three drinks."

Without saying a word, Huang Chu faced Mrs. Xiao Luan and drank three glasses of wine in a row.

There was already a solemn atmosphere in the Xuemang Hall where you could hear a needle drop.

Xiao Luan was always holding the glass of wine that he had no chance to drink. After bending down to put down the glass of wine, he made a strange move and went to the tables of the old man and Sun Dengxian on the left and right sides. He picked up two jars of wine and placed them in front of him. Three jars of wine were placed side by side. She picked up one of the jars, opened the mud seal, held the jar of wine, which weighed about three kilograms, and said to Wu Yi: "The Baihu River Water God Palace has drank three glasses of toast from Lord Huang. This is a great deal for the Lord of Ziyang Mansion. I don’t care about it, Xiao Luan, a Taoist woman, but I also want to drink three jars of fine wine to make amends with Dongling Yuanjun. At the same time, I wish Yuanjun to advance to the upper five realms as soon as possible. Ziyang Mansion Start the sect!"

Next, Xiao Luan actually deliberately suppressed the movement of the golden body, which was equivalent to removing the Taoist behavior of the Baihu River Water God. He temporarily drank three jars of wine in one go with the body of an ordinary pure martial artist.

Xiao Luan's face was flushed. She raised the wine jar three times and drank with her head raised. It was inevitable that some wine would be left out. She was dressed in a gorgeous palace attire, and her chest was slightly soaked. She turned her head and covered her mouth with her hand.

Pei Qian opened his mouth wide and looked at the heroic female hero in the distance. If it were herself, she wouldn't be able to drink even a small jar of flower and fruit wine, let alone three jars of wine.

She quickly touched the wine glass and poured herself a glass of fruit wine, preparing to calm down her shock.

Chen Ping'an smiled softly at Pei Qian and said, "That's almost it."

Wu Yi, who looked at Chen Ping'an again, narrowed her eyes. She turned to look at the Baihu River Water God who didn't dare to sit down yet, and nodded, "I drank the toast and drank the fine wine as well. It's good. It's not like the whole family doesn't get together." Family, from now on, your Shuishen Mansion and our Ziyang Mansion, even if they are half relatives, remember to visit us more often during the holidays. But let me remind Mrs. Xiao Luan again that you have such an opportunity today thanks to Mr. Chen. What do you mean?"

Mrs. Xiao Luan was obviously feeling very uncomfortable. Her breathing was rapid, and she had the undulating scenery, but she still smiled and said: "Of course it is, then let's drink another jar. Just like Dongling Yuanjun said, the opportunity is rare. You will never come home until you are drunk! I, Xiao Luan, dare not live up to the beautiful scenery and the fine wine. I just hope that if I lose my composure after being drunk, Mr. Yuan will not laugh at me..."

As he spoke, Xiao Luan picked up another jar of wine, and his fingers that opened the mud seal were already trembling slightly.

After Chen Pingan stood up, he held the wine glass in his hand and looked at the wine jar held by the Baihu River Water Goddess at the door. He looked down at his own wine glass, then suddenly turned to look at Wu Yi on the main seat and said with a smile: "Yuanjun , I have an average drinking capacity, why don't I and Empress Jiang Shen drink from one cup? Otherwise, I have a glass of wine, and Empress Jiang Shen is a jar of wine. I can't stand both emotionally and rationally, so as not to trouble Ziyang Mansion again in the future. When passing by the Water God's Mansion, I didn't even dare to visit the Water Goddess."

Wu Yi's eyes were deep, he shook the wine bottle and said with a smile: "Master Chen, this is not okay. Xiao Luan offered me three jars of wine, but only drank one glass of wine with the master. What's going on? It's so outrageous. Why, Chen Is the young master interested in the beauty? In this case, it’s a coincidence. Drinks are the matchmaker, our Mrs. Xiao Luan has been alone for many years, and Mr. Chen is a dragon and a phoenix among people..."

Chen Ping'an quickly interrupted Wu Yi's increasingly irrelevant words, picked up a jar of wine, opened the mud seal, and said as if begging Wu Yi for mercy: "Yuanjun, I can't defeat you, I will accept the punishment. I will punish you with half a jar of wine, and the rest will be fine." For the rest of the day, just think of it as me paying tribute to Empress Jiang Shen."

Wu Yi suddenly laughed.

Then Xue Mang Tang resounded with loud and hearty laughter.

Chen Ping'an faced the main seat and drank half the jar of wine in one breath. Then he turned to Mrs. Xiao Luan, raised the remaining half of the jar of wine high and said, "To the Goddess of the River."

Mrs. Xiao Luan drank it all in one gulp again.

This time, regardless of manners and etiquette, she quickly sat down, turned her head, and put her arm against her mouth.

After the farce, the banquet became lively again.

The female cultivators in colorful clothes are busy all the time.

People were already leaving their seats and coming and going to toast each other.

After all, monks from the five realms gathered in Ziyang Mansion this time, and many of them came from the monastic caves near Ziyang Mansion. The practice of Guanhai and Longmen, especially the dripping of water through stone, can be said to be a true Taoist monk. It is very common not to see each other for more than ten years or even decades. If you reach the legendary Nascent Soul realm, it will be a quiet scene like a dragon hidden in the clouds.

The maid bent down and patted Mrs. Xiao Luan's back gently, but Xiao Luan bounced her away. The maid quickly stopped her hand and remained silent.

The drunken Mrs. Xiao Luan, her appearance became more and more stunning and dazzling. She whispered to Sun Dengxian: "Dengxian, why don't you go have a drink with your friend?"

Sun Deng looked troubled first.