Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> Erha and his white cat Shizun

Master, do you still remember the voice-changing technique in the inn?

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    Marriage in the Martial School, the feast is held for three consecutive days, the first day is the Fengfeng Banquet, which is held the night before the wedding ceremony, as the name suggests, it is to wash away the dust and welcome the guests.  But the biggest excitement this evening was not at the wine table, but at the hunting grounds.  According to the rules, in the evening, before the sun goes down, a respected elder will put three spirit-horned deer tied with red silk into the forest garden, and then the groom's father will select twenty-two unmarried men and women, and let everyone  Go to the garden to compete.

    Three spirit-horned deer, if the guests hunt one, they can win tens of millions of gold prizes. After all, it is just a gimmick played by such rich and lucrative sects as Confucianism School and Gu Yueye.

    The Hall of Poetry and Music is condescending, with green tiles flying over the sky. Looking down from the hall, the hunting forest not far away is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun.

    The guests arrived one after another, and congratulated Nangong Liu on congratulating them with gifts. Nangong Liu, no matter how high or low the visitor was, all politely returned the gift and invited them to the table. After half an hour of busy work, all the guests took their seats.  A chime bell from Le Ge rang, and the banquet officially began.

    "I don't know which guests the head of Nangong will let come down to compete in the forest garden."

    "Didn't it mean lottery? If you want me to tell you, those who are drawn are very lucky. Think about it, the reward for hunting the spirit horned deer is tens of millions. Others who do not hunt the deer can also be caught in the forest."  Other spirit beasts, or fairy fruits. Where can there be better things in this world?"

    During the lively discussion, the door of the hall suddenly opened, Nan Gongsi and Song Qiutong went up the stairs together, a handsome man and a pretty woman, intertwined with gold and red, and the two came to the head of the hall hand in hand.

    Nangong Liu stood up, nodded with a smile, and said loudly: "You distinguished guests come from all corners of the country, from all over the world, and the residences of various immortal sects. It is a mere great fortune to be able to come to the Confucianism School and participate in the children's wedding ceremony in the midst of their busy schedule."

    The guests below praised him wholeheartedly: "The master is really kind."

    "Young master and young lady are talented and beautiful, they are really a rare couple."

    "Yeah yeah."

    These flattery words are almost exactly the same as what those fans said to me when I got married in my previous life. Mo Ran was bored for a while, and his eyes subconsciously wandered around in the crowd, and soon found Ye Wangxi who was sitting next to Elder Shuanglin  .

    Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes, still dressed simply, even though he was eating the food in the bowl, he never raised his head to look at Nangong Si.

    Regardless of his expression or manner, everything is the same as usual, even calmer than usual. Perhaps because he has been living very hard all this time, such a person already knows that he is powerless to fight with his life.  Mo Ran looked at him, and suddenly remembered that he liked a pagoda lantern sold in the night market when he was a child.

    The lantern was very delicately made, and every tile was outlined, but the old artist asked for a high price, so although the lantern was good, it could not be sold.  Of course Mo Ran couldn't afford it, but almost every night, he would wait for the night market to open and go to the stall to look at it for a while.

    Until one day, a young man and a woman came, all dressed in silk and satin. The girl took a fancy to this pagoda lantern at a glance, and she only said she liked it coquettishly, and the man beside her paid for it.  The lantern is sold.

    The pagoda was taken away, and Mo Ran looked up, watching the old artist take it off the wooden shelf that had been hanging for a long time, and handed it to the girl with both hands, the flickering lights finally illuminated Mo Ran's longing  face, and then disappeared at the end of the night market Paradise Street along with the pair of Bi people.

    Mo Ran felt uncomfortable at the time, but he was obedient and calm.

    He is the same as the current Ye Wangxi. In fact, the first time they saw the pagoda lantern, they knew that such a luxurious thing was destined not to belong to them.  In fact, every night when they are illuminated by the pagoda, they have rehearsed the situation of losing this beam of light thousands of times in their hearts.

    It's not about letting go, it's about being relieved.

    Instead, from the very beginning, I knew very clearly what the ending would be, so I never dared to pick it up.

    "Come, come, draw lots, draw lots¡ª¡ª" the old servant in charge of Confucianism Sect held a big bronze tangled bow, and with a smile on his face, he came to the honorable seat, held it over his head, and presented it to Nangong Liu, "  Sect Leader, the auspicious time has come, please draw lots for the Sect Leader!"

    "Okay! Come on! The head of Nangong is here to catch one!"

    Nangong Liu smiled and said: "It's better to be respectful than obedient, draw twenty-two lots, and the young heroes who are drawn, please be rewarded and participate in the night hunting competition. If anyone is unwilling to go, please trouble in advance  Say, thank you, thank you!"

    ?After waiting for a while, some daughters of several small sects had low cultivation bases and were timid, so they asked their parents to go up and tell the head of Nangong to change their names from?? Zhengyong's neck was a little hairy when he looked at him, he shrank his neck, and said: "Okay, okay, I know you don't like it, then¡ª"

    "What is Yiqing doing?" Elder Yuheng took off the purse, patted it on the table, and said expressionlessly, "If you want to come, you will hurt yourself."

    ""

    Xue Zhengyi stared at him for a long time, as if he had seen a ghost, and then asked: "How much is the bet?"

    "Three hundred thousand."

    "so much? What if I lose money?"

    "I can't afford it." Chu Wanning said, "Don't you want to repair the Lingshi Road? Make more money, and you can build a few more in those villages where the miasma is particularly serious."

    Xue Zhengyi: "Are you really going? Is Xue Meng going to lose?"

    "I won't lose, your son, you should know better than me."

    ""

    Seeing that Xue Zhengyi was still uneasy, Chu Wanning said very simply: "If you lose, I will pay you. If you win, you will go."

    One after another, the silk paper was filled with names, and the small sect, who didn't want to gamble very much, was really itchy to see it, and couldn't help but spend a little money to try their luck.

    Nangong Si also thought it was fun, got up and wanted to gamble, but Song Qiutong called him: "Husband, why don't you go too?"

    "Win some money and buy you jewelry."

    Song Qiutong stopped talking, and lowered his shiny face in a low voice, with a strand of black hair on his forehead, looking extremely shy and pitiful.  Chu Wanning glanced over there unintentionally. Seeing the sweetness of the newlyweds, he felt awkward again, and quickly turned his head back, so he didn't see the shadowy restlessness on Song Qiutong's face.

    Nangong Si smiled and took the pen, and walked through the long case, and was about to choose someone to write a bargaining chip, when suddenly there was a sharp sound behind him, only in the blink of an eye, Nangong Si reacted swiftly like a wolf,  He turned sideways suddenly, and swept back to avoid it, a flash of snow-white light flew past his cheek, and with a "bang!", it ruthlessly pierced the main pillar of the hall made of golden nanmu wood.

    The powder splashed everywhere, penetrating three points!

    "who!"

    "There are assassins!!"

    "Alert! Blow the martial law whistle!"

    The sharp whistle sounded all over the seventy-two Washington DC in an instant, and the Songyue Hall, which had just returned to the song stage to warm up, was in a mess, and swords were drawn everywhere.

    Nangong Si's eyes were dim, and there was a hint of ruthlessness. He wiped the blood on his cheeks, strode to the pillar, and looked up.

    It was just an ordinary feathered arrow, which pierced deep into the hard nanmu like this. There was a small bamboo tube on the feathered arrow. Nangong Si took off the bamboo tube with a sullen face, biting the sealing wax fiercely with his canine teeth, and a piece of wax fell out of it.  A letter is coming.

    Nangong Si unfolded the letter paper, read the first paragraph with a straight face, suddenly his complexion changed drastically, his fingers clenched tightly, and he read it again in disbelief.  Shaking, fingertips even pierced the letter paper.

    "Si'er, what's the matter?"

    Nangong Si raised his head, his nose wrinkled, and his face was ferocious, almost transformed into a leopard.

    "It's just a rumor!"

    As he said, he was going to destroy the letter.

    However, Nangong Liu was a step faster than him, raised his hand, trapped his son with spiritual power, and said in a low voice: "What's going on? Give me the letter."

    "Father doesn't need to read it, it's just a piece of nonsense!"

    Nangong Liu didn't listen, and waved his hands to let the left and right take down the letter from the immobile Nangong Si.  He took the letter, looked down, glanced at Song Qiutong very quickly, and the color on his face became extremely ugly in an instant. Before everyone could react, he put the letter on the fire, and it burned to black in an instant.  , and then said with a dry smile: "My son is right, it is really full of absurdity, I don't know who did it, to make such a cheap joke, this is really"

    "What is it really?"

    Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the corner of the eaves.

    Everyone's expressions changed, Ye Wangxi brushed his sword and crossed it in front of Nangong Si, Chu Wanning also stood up, staring at the place where the sound came from.

    You must know that the Confucianism School hosts such a grand event, and the disciples in charge of martial law are all high-ranking disciples of the school. This person unexpectedly came to the top of the Hall of Poetry and Music without anyone noticing, and no one noticed when he made a sound. Obviously  Don't be an ordinary person, don't underestimate the enemy.

    "Master Nangong, I kindly remind you, don't let your son marry a flirtatious woman for no reason. Instead of listening, you said that I am full of absurdity. It really opened my eyes."

    Before the words were heard, a black shadow flashed past, and when others saw clearly, he was standing in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, among the black crowd.

    "ah¡ª¡ª!"

    "Run, run away!"

    The people who were close to him were shocked instantly, and the tide suddenly fell, and a circle of no one was scattered around him in an instant, the seniors protected the juniors and sisters, the head of the sect protected the disciples, and the mature ones protected the young ones.

    The man in black wore a ferocious bronze mask and an inky black cloak, and said calmly, "Why are you running away? If I want to hurt someone, this temple should be bleeding. Let's all stand still." (Note)  Website website: www.hlnovel.com)sp; The people who were close to him were shocked for a moment, and the tide suddenly fell, and a circle of no one spread around him in an instant.  of.

    The man in black wore a ferocious bronze mask and an inky black cloak, and said calmly, "Why are you running away? If I want to hurt someone, this temple should be bleeding. Let's all stand still." (Note)  Website website: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report