When the big sects get married, the feast is held for three consecutive days. The first day is the reception banquet, which is held the night before the wedding ceremony. As the name suggests, it is to wash the dust for the guests. But the biggest excitement that night was not at the wine table, but at the hunting school field. According to the rules, in the evening, before the sun sets, a respected elder will put three deer with horns tied with red silk into the forest garden, and then the father of the groom will select twenty-two unmarried men and women, and let everyone Go to the garden to fight the deer.
Three spirit-horned deer, if the guests hunt one, they can get tens of millions of gold prizes. In the final analysis, it is a gimmick played by the rich and lucrative martial arts such as Rufengmen and Gu Yueye.
The Shile Hall is condescending, and the green tiles are flying. Looking down from the hall, the hunting forest not far away is shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset.
The guests arrived one after another to greet Nangong Liu Hexi. No matter how high or low the comers were, Nangong Liu politely returned the greetings and invited them to the table. After a busy half hour, all the guests took their seats. The chime of Le Pavilion rang, and the banquet officially began.
"I don't know which guests Nangong's head will let down to the forest garden to compete."
"Isn't it about drawing lots, let me tell you, those who are drawn are all very lucky, think about it, those who hunt the deer with horns will be rewarded with tens of millions, and the others who have not hunted the deer can also be caught in the forest. other spirit beasts, or fairy fruits. Where in the world could there be better things?"
During the lively discussion, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and Nangong Si and Song Qiutong went up the stairs at the same time.
Nangong Liu got up, nodded with a smile, and said aloud, "You distinguished guests from all over the world, from all the immortal mansions, to be able to come to Confucianism and participate in the children's wedding ceremony in your busy schedule is really a great blessing."
The guests below all cheered: "The head is really polite."
"Young master and young lady are talented and beautiful, they are really a rare pair of beautiful people."
"Yeah yeah."
These flattery words are almost exactly the same as what the fans said to themselves when they got married in the previous life. The ink burned and listened for a while, and his eyes subconsciously wandered in the crowd, and soon found Ye Wangxi sitting next to the elders of Shuanglin. .
Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes, still dressed in a simple manner, while eating the food in his bowl, he never raised his head to look at Nangong Si.
Whether his expression or behavior is good, everything is the same as usual, even calmer than usual. Perhaps because he has been living very hard all the time, such a person already knows that he is powerless to fight for 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 exquisitely made, and every eaves tile was outlined, but the price that the old artist asked for was not low, so although the lantern was good, it has been unable to sell. Of course, the ink burns can't afford it, but almost every night, he will wait for the night market to open and go to the stall to watch for a while.
Until one day, a young man and woman came, and they were all dressed in silk and satin. The girl took a fancy to the pagoda lantern at a glance. She just said she liked it coquettishly, and the man beside her paid for it. Lanterns for sale.
The pagoda was taken away, and the ink burned his head, watching the old artist take it off the wooden shelf that had been hanging for a long time, and handed over his hands to the girl's hands. The flickering lights finally illuminated the ink burning full of desire. The face, and then disappeared at the end of the night market day street along with the pair of beautiful people.
Mo Ran felt uncomfortable at the time, but also obedient and calm.
He is the same as Ye Wangxi now. In fact, when they saw the pagoda lantern at first glance, they knew that such a luxurious thing was destined not to belong to them. In fact, when they were illuminated by the pagoda every night, they had rehearsed the situation of losing this light thousands of times in their hearts.
Not to let go, to let go.
But from the very beginning, I knew very clearly what the ending would be, so I never dared to pick it up.
"Come here, the lot is drawn, the lot is drawn—" The old servant of the Confucian Style Sect held a large bronze scorpion with tangled branches, came to the honored seat with a smile on his face, held the top of his head, and presented it to Nangong Liu, "Palm Sect, the auspicious time has come, please also ask the Sect Master to cast lots!"
"Okay! Come! Sect Master Nangong is here to catch one!"
Nangong Liu said with a smile: "It's better to be respectful than to obey, draw twenty-two lots, and the young heroes who are drawn, please be sure to show your respect and participate in the night hunting. If anyone is unwilling to go, then please do so in advance. Say it, thank you, thank you!"
After waiting for a while, some of the girls from the small sects were low-level and timid, so they asked their parents to go up and tell them, and let the head of Nangong take their names out of the scorpion in advance.
Xu Shuanglin glanced at Ye Wangxi and asked with a languid smile, "Do you want to go play, Xiaoye Ye? If you want to go, I will do something for you and open a secret door."
"I'm not going." Ye Wangxi said, "Foster father, please tell the sect master and remove my name."
"Then how can it be done, in case of a hit, there will be 10 million gold."
Ye Wangxi: "..."
Xu Shuanglin's temperament is far more unruly than his adopted son. After thinking for a while, a wicked smile curled up at the corner of his mouth and said, "Then if you don't want to go, I will go."
"Father... You are in your forties this year..."
"What's the matter, I look young. When I go to fight back those three deer, I will get 30 million gold. If you don't take the windfall, the earth will destroy the sky and kill it."
Xu Shuanglin insisted on going his own way, completely unaware of his adopted son's depression, he pulled his shoes and went to find Nangong Liu with a smile. He whispered a few words next to Nangong Liu, and others would only think that he was going to take Ye Wangxi's lottery.
Nangong Liu quickly picked out the guest candidates for the competition.
"Shen Feng, Lin Sheng, Qu Yanran..."
Elder Shuanglin stood beside him, took over a lot of tickets in the hands of the sect master, and reported them one by one, in a slow manner; "Oh? This is a bit powerful, the pride of the sky, Xue Meng."
Soon all twenty-one people were selected, and the last one was still missing. Elder Shuanglin was very thick-skinned and raised his hand with a smile: "There is another person who is me, a bunch of old bones, please give me more advice." Nangong Liu Knowing the temper of his elder, he didn't stop him, he just smiled helplessly and gave everyone a fuse.
"Deer hunters, the fuse is the proof. After three beeps, it means that all three spirit-horned deer have been caught, and the hunt is over." Nangong Liu said, "I will welcome you back at Xiaoyue School. The winner will be rewarded with thousands of dollars."
Everyone heard the lively applause and cheered for their acquaintances.
Nangong Liu smiled again and said, "Besides, I will be entrusted by the child to add another one. The first one will be rewarded with ten demon wolves. Make a blood contract and take it home!"
Demon wolf!
Such precious spirit beasts are hard to find on the black market, ten!
The hall was boiling, and someone couldn't help standing up and shouting at the chosen fellow: "Senior brother, it's up to you! If you take the first place, I'll give you a year of brushing your boots!"
Laugh out loud.
A female cultivator was unconvinced and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, compare them all. If you win, I will promise to double-cultivation with you!"
"Wow - this is good, this is amazing, hahaha, who's fairy is so hot?"
For a while, the laughter and laughter in the Hall of Poetry and Music was overwhelming, and the eyes of those who were originally lacking in interest all showed some expectations, and they watched the grand excitement with their wine glasses.
The ink burned away in a laugh, and said to Chu nightning: "Master, I will accompany Xue Meng to the hunting ground first, you sit and eat and drink well, wait for me to come back."
Chu nightning said: "Go, tell Xue Meng a little, he is too reckless."
"it is good."
The ink burned and the other twenty people walked down the brightly lit gorgeous hall. Chu nightning watched the handsome and tall figures of the young men and women disappeared in the vast night, and drank the daughter red in the cup.
He felt that he would have the money to build a spiritual stone road in the lower cultivation world when he looked back at the top of life and death. His apprentice, he was the most confident.
Thirty million gold is at your fingertips.
Later, he entered the forest, but in a flash, the ink burned and sent Xue Meng before he had time to return. The first bright red fireworks exploded in the sky. Nangong Liu was amazed and sighed: "It's really amazing, I Even before the cup of tea is finished, someone has already hunted the first deer, I don’t know whose disciple? It’s so brave and admirable!”
Li Wuxin from Bitan Village was sitting next to Nangong Liu, and he said with a smile: "If everyone here has Yaxing, why don't we play a game? These twenty-two young talents, who will kill the deer, and the prize will be 50,000 yuan. Li is out to help the head of Nangong?"
Everyone agreed, so twenty-two wooden signs with their names on them were placed on the long table, and red silk silk was placed under them. Those who wanted to bet stepped forward and wrote down their chips and signatures.
Xue Zhengyi turned his head and whispered to Chu Wanning: "Why does Bitanzhuang give 50,000 colorful heads, so few, is the old man surnamed Li very poor?"
Chu night Ning said: "Small gambling is good, big gambling hurts the body."
Xue Zhengyi smiled and asked Chu Wanning: "Then let's be happy?"
Chu nightning looked at him sharply, without saying a word. Xue Zhengyi looked at him with some hair on his neck, shrank his neck, and said: "Okay, I know you don't like it, then-"
"What are you doing with Yiqing?" Elder Yuheng took off his 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 while, like a ghost, and then asked, "How much is the bet?"
"Three hundred thousand."
"...So much? What if I lose?"
"It can't be compensated." Chu nightning said, "Don't you want to repair the spiritual stone road? With more money, you can build more in those villages where the miasma is particularly heavy."
Xue Zhengyi: "Really? 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 nightning said simply: "I will lose it, and it will be yours if you win, let's go."
The silk thread has been filled with names one after another, and the little sect who didn't want to gamble very much looked really itchy, and couldn't help but spend a little money to try their luck.
Nangong Si also found it amusing when he saw it. He got up and wanted to take a gamble. Song Qiutong called him: "Husband, why are you going too?"
"Win some money to buy you jewelry."
Song Qiutong didn't speak anymore, and lowered her lustrous face, with black strands of black hair falling on her forehead, looking particularly shy and pitiful. Chu nightning glanced over there inadvertently, seeing the sweetness of the newlyweds, and felt awkward, and quickly turned his head back, so he did not see the restlessness on Song Qiutong's face.
Nangong Si smiled and took the pen, walked over in front of the long case, and was about to pick a person to write a bargaining chip, when suddenly he heard a sharp sound behind him, only between lightning and flint, Nangong Si's reaction was as fast as a wolf, He turned sideways abruptly, swept back to avoid him, and a flash of snow-white light brushed his cheeks and flew past, "Bang!" With a bang, he slammed into the main pillar of the main hall made of golden nanmu wood.
The powder splattered all over, and it was three points into the wood!
"who!"
"There are assassins!!"
"Alert! Blow the martial law whistle!"
The sharp whistle sounded all over the seventy-two Washington buildings in an instant, and the Shile Hall, which had just returned to the Getai's warm and melodious sound, was in chaos in an instant, drawing swords in all directions.
Nangong Si's eyes were dark, 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 feather arrow, but it actually pierced into the depths of the hard nanmu, with a small bamboo tube on the feather arrow. Nangong Si took off the bamboo tube with a sullen face, with fierce fangs, bit the sealing wax, and a small piece fell out. A letter is coming.
Nangong Si unfolded the letterhead and read the first paragraph with a stern face. Suddenly, his complexion changed greatly, his fingers tightened suddenly, and he read it again in disbelief. Shaking, his fingertips even pierced the letter.
"Si'er, what's wrong?"
Nangong Si raised his head, his nose shriveled, his face was hideous, almost like a leopard.
"It's just a lie!"
Speaking of which, he is going to destroy the letter.
Nangong Liu was one 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 have to look at it, it's just a piece of absurd language!"
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, lowered his head and glanced at Song Qiutong very quickly, and the color on his face instantly became extremely ugly. , and then laughed dryly: "My son is right, but it's really full of absurdity. I don't know who did it, and made such a cheap joke. This is really..."
"What is it really?"
Suddenly, a low hoarse voice came from the corner of the eaves.
Everyone's color changed, Ye Wangxi brushed his sword, and before Nangong Si, Chu nightning also stood up and stared at the place where the voice came.
You must know that the Confucianism Sect is hosting such a grand event, and the disciples in charge of martial law are all high-level disciples of this faction. This person unexpectedly came to the top of the Shile Hall without knowing it, and no one noticed when he made a sound, obviously It is not a general generation, and it cannot be underestimated.
"Sect Master Nangong, I kindly remind you, don't let your son marry a feisty woman for no reason. Not only did you not listen, but you said that I was full of absurdity, which really opened my eyes."
Before the words could be heard, a black shadow flashed by, and when others saw it clearly, he was standing in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, standing in the crowd of Wuyangyang.
"what!"
"Escape, run away!"
The people who were close to him were instantly shocked, and the tide suddenly fell, and a circle of no one was scattered around him in an instant. The seniors guarded the juniors and juniors.
The man in black was wearing a ferocious bronze mask and a jet-black cloak, and said lightly, "What are you running away from? If I were to hurt someone, this temple should have been bleeding and drifting. Just stand up."
The author has something to say: Hmm... I think the answer to the first bet can almost be seen 23333
Small Theater "Born Against the Bone"
Ink burning: I heard that Gao Lengshou is not very good at drinking.
Chu nightning: ridiculous, I am not drunk in a thousand cups.
Ink burning: I heard that Gao Lengshou is not good at gambling.
Chu nightning: Absurd, I will win every gamble.
Ink burning: I heard that Gao Leng was disdainful to tell his boyfriends that I love you during the Lantern Festival.
Chu nightning: ridiculous, I...
Ink burning: Haha, I know that the master is different from the coquettish goods outside, come on, you say it, I listen.