Changle was not good at comforting others. He knew that Nanfeng was in a low mood, but he was speechless. After holding it in for a long time, he still said, "Don't do this nonsense."
"Okay, okay, I have my own sense of discretion," Nanfeng grabbed the wine jar, "Here, drink."
"Still drinking? You'll get really drunk if you drink anymore." Changle didn't want to drink anymore.
"I just want you to get drunk. How dare you do anything wrong if you are not drunk." Nanfeng smiled evilly.
Changle tilted his head helplessly.
"Drink, then go get down to business." Nanfeng did it first.
Changle could only drink.
The biggest difference between tribute wine and ordinary wine is that tribute wine is mellower and more potent. In fact, what Changle drank this time was not as much as the two of them drank when they destroyed the temple in the south of the city. However, the smell of wine was rising, and his face turned red. The eyeballs also started to straighten.
Nan Feng put down the wine jar and put his arms around Chang Le, "Be upright and restrained, relax naturally. Only in this way can you be calm and relaxed, do you understand?"
Changle didn't know why and tilted his head in confusion.
"Come on, come on, I'll tell you." Nanfeng whispered, secretly giving advice.
Chang Le's face was already red, but when he heard Nan Feng's words, he turned purple. He pushed Nan Feng away and staggered out.
"Haha, when you are drunk, don't vomit all over your eldest sister in excitement." Nanfeng was really drunk and started talking nonsense.
Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Changle still dared to answer the question and ran away in embarrassment.
Nanfeng was so proud that he took a chicken leg in his hand, chewed it and ate it.
Yuan Anning had been waiting nearby for a long time. Seeing him staggering out of the house, she hurriedly ran to help him.
"Why don't you think I drank too much?" Nanfeng asked.
"How dare I dislike you," Yuan Anning said with a smile, "If I run away in anger, I will have to cry to Juetian Ridge to beg you to come back."
"Hahahaha." Nanfeng laughed.
Yuan Anning didn't answer and pinched him secretly.
After helping Nanfeng into the room, Yuan Anning poured tea and asked, "When was the last time you got drunk?"
"The first time I drank, I stole half a bottle from the Nanjie Inn and drank it with Changle. The guy even vomited, haha." Nanfeng laughed.
Yuan Anning took the chicken legs away, put the tea cup into Nanfeng's hand, then squatted down and helped him take off his shoes.
"Do you believe me when I say I got drunk on purpose?" Nanfeng asked.
"I know," Yuan Anning said softly, "It's tiring to be awake all the time."
"No, no, no, I'm not doing it for myself," Nan Feng waved his hand, but it was wrong. He was holding the tea cup with his right hand, and he didn't realize that he had spilled the tea. "I'm doing it for Chang Le and my eldest sister. Chang Le is shy in the first place. It would be so embarrassing to make some noise, since we are all drunk, he doesn't have to worry about what we heard, hahaha."
Seeing him like this, Yuan Anning knew that he was really drunk, so she stopped talking to him, helped him take off his shoes, took away the empty teacup in his hand, helped him take off his coat, and pushed him to bed.
There were servants and maids in the house. Yuan Anning opened the door and asked them to clear the dining table, and rewarded them with the food on the table that the four of them had barely touched. At this time, it was still difficult for ordinary people to see meat and fish.
When he returned to the bed, he saw that Nanfeng had fallen asleep. His breathing was usually long, but now his breathing was very heavy.
Seeing that he was asleep, Yuan Anning stopped disturbing him, moved a chair to the bedside, and sat quietly to guard him.
A moment later, just when she thought Nanfeng had fallen asleep, Nanfeng suddenly sat up, closed his eyes and raised his hands.
"What?" Yuan Anning asked softly.
Nanfeng responded vaguely, lay back and continued to sleep soundly.
Seeing him like this, Yuan Anning was both moved and distressed. Even when he was drunk, Nan Feng never really let go of his burden. When he was confused, he still did not forget to put up a barrier to protect his relatives and friends.
Feeling distressed, she reached out and shook Nanfeng's hand. After Nanfeng escaped from Huangshaling, she had been by her side most of the time. Others may not understand Nanfeng's actions, but she understood. Nanfeng refused. Although Feng is angry, what's more important is that he doesn't want to join forces with a group of Da Luo Jinxian and enslave the world.
The subsequent destruction of Ziguang Pavilion and the severe punishment of Luoxia Mountain were just a warning to Daluo Jinxian who wanted to control the affairs of the world. Maybe until that moment, he still had illusions, imagining that Daluo Jinxian could stop here.
But the result was not what he expected. Daluo Jinxian did not restrain himself because of the incident in Ziguang Pavilion and Luoxia Mountain. Instead, he went against the grain and took revenge crazily. He even went back to the past to try to harm him.
Nanfeng sealed the world, but in fact it was just to protect himself, and the subsequent killing of the three Da Luo was only because the three of them attacked him in advance and almost killed him.
Now the two sides have formed a blood feud, and they are on the same level. She knows Nanfeng's temperament, and he is decisive and resolute in killing. She also saw it with her own eyes when the Yuqing Purple Qi master was killed in front of the Zhengyang Gate, and he faced him like this. Gambling does not suit his temperament and style.
And the reason why he gave up the straight and took the easy way is not difficult to figure out. Worrying that the fierce fighting would harm the people of the world was only one of the reasons. In fact, the most important reason was that he was worried that the other party would kill his relatives and friends during the melee.
The thing a person cares about most is his weakness. If he didn't have this weakness, he would never gamble with Daluo Jinxian.
Nanfeng slept deeply, not knowing what Yuan Anning was thinking. When he woke up, it was already the fifth watch.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Nanfeng shook his head to dispel the dizziness caused by drinking.
Yuan Anning did not answer, but stood up and poured a cup of tea from the table.
Nanfeng frowned slightly when he saw the steaming tea, which meant that Yuan Anning had not slept all night.
Nanfeng drank the water, handed back the tea cup, and moved to the bed, "Get some sleep."
Yuan Anning got on the couch and lay on his side to look at him.
"Why are you looking at me?" Nanfeng asked.
Yuan Anning said nothing, just looked at him with a smile.
Seeing that Yuan Anning didn't respond, Nanfeng didn't ask further questions and raised his hands to rest on his arms, lost in thought.
Seeing him like this, Yuan Anning guessed that he had something on his mind and asked with concern.
After hesitating, Nanfeng finally said that he didn't want Yuan Anning to worry, but there was no one he could discuss with.
After listening to Nanfeng's words, Yuan Anning pondered for a moment, and then said, "Dongyuan is the eighth game. If we win all the first seven games, there will be no need to compete in the next five games."
"It's not easy." Nan Feng shook his head. The two parties had agreed that he would abandon his cultivation if he had seven meridians banned. Similarly, if Daluo Jinxian lost seven games, he would abandon the formation and admit defeat, but no matter which side wanted to win seven games in a row. It is almost impossible to win the game. The best possibility is to play for twelve rounds.
"It all depends on human effort." Yuan Anning said.
"God knows who they will pick," Nanfeng frowned and shook his head, "Besides other things, the Taiqing Sect will definitely send people to fight, and they will make me use the enemy in every round."
"They just discovered your weakness of love and justice, and they took advantage of it," Yuan Anning said in a low voice, "Have you ever thought that they deliberately let you know about Ah Yue, just to mess with your mind and frustrate you? You are spirited."
Nan Feng nodded slowly, what Yuan An Ning said was not unreasonable. There were still three months before the fight, and Da Luo Jinxian picked A Yue away now, obviously asking Fatty to tell him about this, making him upset.
"Don't think too much. As long as you are here, they will not dare to hurt us. If you are gone, they will never let us go," Yuan Anning said softly, "Don't think about how to protect us, just think about how to protect us." Preserve yourself.”
Nanfeng nodded again.
"Sink the boat and fight with your last ditch." Yuan Anning encouraged.
Nan Feng laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Yuan Anning asked.
"I don't see that you are very good at boosting morale." Nanfeng said.
"You are not a soldier, you are my general." Yuan Anning smiled.
"Where is my general's war horse?" Nan Feng teased.
Yuan Anning glanced at him, turned around, and ignored him.
Nanfeng was just teasing, Yuan Anning didn't take it seriously, but someone took it seriously and shouted outside, "Stop looking for horses, take down the barrier first, my eldest brother and I want to go out for a walk."
This shout made Yuan Anning blush and Nanfeng was also embarrassed. He responded, got dressed, got down, opened the door and went out.
When Nan Feng went out, Chang Le also happened to go out. The two looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed. Living with such a group of well-informed experts was indeed a lot of inconvenience.
The south wind removed the barrier, and the four of them stepped out, walking through the familiar streets and alleys around them through the snow, looking for the familiar scenery in their memories.
Eighteen years is neither short nor long, but some people still remember them and say hello to them.
When they arrived at a nearby inn, Nan Feng wanted to go in and give them some money by the way to compensate for the thefts they often came here. However, the inn was mostly filled with people from the world who had heard the news and came to attend the grand event. In order to avoid trouble, he did not Go in.
After breakfast, Lu Pingchuan said goodbye to everyone.
Nanfeng knew that he couldn't stay with him, so he went back to his room to write a letter and asked him to bring it to Yan Feixue.
After sending Lu Pingchuan away, the fat man couldn't help but ask, "What did you say in the letter to Yan Feixue? You even sealed it with wax tears. Are you afraid that big brother will see it?"
Nanfeng tilted his head and glanced at the fat man, "Some words to dispel her worries."
The fat man didn't know why, so he asked, but Nanfeng stopped talking.
Chang Le and Chu Huairou stayed in Qixing Villa. Chang'an became obviously more lively in the next few days. All the inns in the city were full, and people of all kinds, including monks and nuns, could be seen everywhere on the streets.
Five days before the big day, Nanfeng and Fatty moved to the post house. Nanfeng was the master of this matter. Most of the monks and nuns in the country knew Fatty's identity, and also knew about his relationship with Nanfeng. They are all here for him. Some respectable sect leaders and temple and nunnery directors always need the two of them to come forward to make arrangements.
The post house has more than 300 rooms, and they are all occupied by leaders of various sects. Even so, the rooms are not enough. Seeing this situation, Emperor Wu gave an order to temporarily build wooden houses and add more than 200 rooms before they could accommodate them. At this time, the number of people in the city increased by more than 100,000, and the price of inns rose to ten taels of silver a night. , it costs five taels of silver to stay in a private house, even if it is like this, it is impossible to live in it. In the abandoned houses, under the eaves, and in the bridge holes, people from the world with different accents can be seen everywhere. At night, there are open air everywhere in and outside the city. Warming campfire.
The day before the big day, Nanfeng went to Juetian Ridge to pick up Zhuge Chanjuan.
Zhuge Chanjuan was still a little resentful at first, but when she saw the scene in the city and knew that the big event would be unprecedented the next day, she was overjoyed.
The matter was presided over by the imperial court. The day before the great event, Emperor Wu issued another imperial edict, canonizing Zhuge Chanjuan as Princess Da Zhouxiang and Huilan Anping, and granted marriage to Zhengqian Dingkun Nanfeng Zhenren.
This imperial edict was Emperor Wu's own idea and was not discussed with Nanfeng in advance, but the effect was good. Every woman has a princess dream. When she learned that she was canonized as a princess, Zhuge Chanjuan cried with joy and said that she would die tomorrow. This life was not wasted. Nanfeng was so frightened that she scolded her harshly and ordered her to spit.
The night before the wedding, the number of people was estimated to be nearly 200,000. If they couldn't accommodate themselves in the city, they left the city. The warriors, monks and nuns sleeping in the wild, as well as the aliens who transformed into humans, all spread to the mass graves in the west of the city and the Earth Temple in the east.
While preparing for the happy event, Nanfeng was also preparing for two other things. One was to select those suitable to participate in the war from among the 200,000 people, and the other was to take the opportunity to collect clues about the strange people. The officers responsible for recording alone were mobilized. There were more than thirty people.
After a sleepless night, at midnight the next day, Nan Feng arranged his clothes and prepared to ascend the stage and speak the Book of Heaven in front of thousands of people...