The guests all arrived, and the banquet began. For a while, they drank and drank, chatted and laughed happily.
The elders were in one circle, and the young men were in another circle. In addition to offering congratulatory gifts and some polite words, they were discussing some interesting things in Donghai City today, or what was happening in Donghai Mansion.
Unknowingly, someone mentioned Qingzhou City.
"It is said that the remains of that man appeared in Qingzhou City, and nephew Xia Xian went there in person. I wonder if this is the case?" Someone asked, looking at Xia Fan.
That person naturally refers to Emperor Ye Qing, but Emperor Ye Qing is a taboo figure in Eastern China, so in this public place, everyone even avoids saying his name directly.
"It is true, but there is a demon king or even a higher-level snow ape demon guarding there. No one can enter, and my brother died in the hands of that demon beast." Xia Feng said.
"What Palace Master Xia said is indeed true. My little girl was so lively that she even ran to Qingzhou City. Indeed, no one can get close there. It is said that the road was blocked by monsters." Lin Xiyue's father also spoke, and many people nodded. In fact, many important people have sent people to Qingzhou City, but they have gained nothing.
"If it's the Demon King level or even higher, not to mention us, even Nandou Kingdom won't be able to do anything about it." Someone sighed.
Ye Futian was depressed when he heard this. Senior Snow Monkey refused to go out of the mountain. Otherwise, he would not be careful in Donghai City, and even South Dou Kingdom could walk sideways. He was wondering if he should go back and persuade Senior Snow Monkey if he had the chance.
"Brother Lin, niece Xiyue is now sixteen years old, and she is becoming more and more beautiful." Prince Luo looked at Lin Xiyue in the crowd behind him, his beautiful eyes a little shy.
"Your Majesty is so complimentary." Father Lin said with a smile.
"Have you ever been married?" Prince Luo asked with a smile.
"No, but this girl is still young. Now she still focuses on her practice. There is no rush." Father Lin responded.
"That's right, but there seem to be many young talents at this banquet, and we can get in touch with them." Prince Luo said with a smile.
"Speaking of young heroes, Zhou Mu, the disciple of the Painting Saint, is said to have reached the five-star glory realm." Father Lin looked at Zhou Mu behind the Painting Saint.
"Teacher taught well." Zhou Mu greeted with a smile.
"Nandou Kai next to brother Wenshan is no worse than this kid." The painting saint looked at Nandou Wenshan, quite modestly.
"This kid is a little older. Although his talent is good, he seems to be a little behind Zhou Mu. He needs to work harder." Nandou Wenshan said.
"Is she okay?" Painting Saint asked suddenly. Nandou Wenshan's eyes froze, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Rong Mei is still the same."
"I heard that her daughter is back and she is extremely outstanding. This disciple of mine often bothers me and wants to meet her." The Painting Sage continued, and everyone showed a strange look. The Painting Sage really wanted to bring his disciple together with Nandou. He didn't mind at all that the daughter of the aristocratic family was the daughter of Qin Mo. She probably loved Wujiwu. After all, the Painting Saint's feelings for that person were extremely sincere.
"Jieyu is indeed extremely good, and he is currently practicing in Ziwei Palace of Donghai Academy." Nandou Wenshan said with a smile.
When Ye Futian heard this, his heart was slightly disturbed. The Painting Sage actually wanted to bring his disciples together to reconcile
Moreover, Nandou Wenshan seems to be Shi Niang’s brother and Jie Yu’s uncle.
"The talent of interpreting words in Ziwei Palace is also top-notch. It is difficult to find anyone who can match him in the entire Donghai Academy." The old man from Ziwei Palace said with a smile. Hua Jieyu was practicing in Ziwei Palace. He naturally Understand a lot of things.
"With so many of you praising one person at the same time, it makes me want to meet this daughter of the Nan Dou family." Prince Luo said with a bold smile.
"Hua Jieyu?" Xia Fan's lips curved into an evil smile, and he glanced at Ye Futian who was playing the piano. On the bank of Qingzhou Lake in Qingzhou City, he witnessed with his own eyes the unusual relationship between Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian. What would happen if the Nandou family knew that there was an unclear ambiguity between Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian
Thinking of this, Xia Fan showed an interesting smile on his face. Of course, there are many ways to crush Ye Futian to death. It doesn't have to be this way. If he talks about Hua Jieyu on this occasion, he may have an unclear relationship with Ye Futian. I am afraid that it will also offend the Nandou family. The big family cares most about face. Now that Hua Jieyu is the most valued apple of the Nandou family, I am afraid that no stain will be allowed to fall on her.
As if he felt something, Ye Futian raised his head and glanced at Xia Fan. At this moment, everyone was talking about Hua Jieyu. He immediately understood what Xia Fan might be thinking, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Xia Fan has a sinister, treacherous and extremely despicable character, which he had experienced in Qingzhou City.
"When I have the opportunity, I will bring Jieyu to pay a visit to the prince." Nandou Wenshan heard what Prince Luo said and said with a smile: "Don't keep talking about Jieyu. Today, there are so many talented people here, and the prince is so elegant, shouldn't he show it? Ichiban?"
"That's right, it's just the right time to see my young genius in Donghai City." Someone agreed with a smile.
Prince Luo seemed to be a little interested, so he said, "In that case, if any of you guys are willing to show off your skills and show your hands to the elders here, if I am happy, I will definitely reward you heavily."
"Xiyue, how about you come first?" Prince Luo's eyes fell on Lin Xiyue.
Lin Xiyue blinked her eyes, then smiled and nodded, walked out with a light step, stood in the middle of the crowd, and said: "Your Majesty, Xiyue has shown her embarrassment."
As she spoke, water-attribute auras gathered around her body. Her hands danced slowly. The water-attribute auras seemed to follow her hands, gathering and forming in the air. Gradually, they turned into He made a huge longevity sign, and then slowly drifted towards Prince Luo. When he arrived in front of Prince Luo, he dispersed again.
"Girl Xiyue has already become a mage in the three-star glory realm. It's so fast and wonderful." Prince Luo praised her.
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Lin Xiyue smiled and bowed, then stepped back.
"I dance for the prince." A young man walked out with a sword on his body, and then the sword in his hand danced, and the sky and the earth produced the sword intention. Every time the sword passed by, it left a stroke in the air. When the sword dance ended, the sword The mind condenses and never disperses, turning into the font of four swords, and has a long life.
"Okay." Many people smiled and praised. After that, young people came out one after another, congratulating Prince Luo in various ingenious ways, and showing off their talents and strength by the way. It seemed casual and natural, and the atmosphere at the banquet was excellent.
"Brother Hua, shouldn't your disciple Zhou Mu show off his skills?" Someone said with a smile, the painting's surname was Hua.
"You go." The Painting Saint whispered.
"Yes, teacher." Zhou Mu nodded and walked forward, holding a pen in his hand. Then he spread a large piece of paper on the golden carpet. He squatted slightly and began to draw.
"It's not easy to see Zhou Mu take action. Disciple of Painting Saint, it seems that we are in for a treat today." There was a young man behind who admired Zhou Mu quite a lot.
"I've never seen a summoner take action before. I don't know what it was like." A girl's beautiful eyes flashed and they all looked at Zhou Mu.
Zhou Mu painted extremely fast and his demeanor was unrestrained and unrestrained. Prince Luo praised: "Brother Hua, at your age, you are already a disciple of everyone."
"Indeed." Everyone around them agreed and praised. Even Yunrou and the others would cast admiring glances when they danced. Ye Futian lowered his head to play the piano, and was actually paying attention to the movements around him.
I thought back then that the teacher and the painting saint were old rivals and love rivals, and they snatched the master's wife from such a figure as the painting saint. One can imagine the magnificence of that generation of piano demons. If they had not been deposed, they would probably be like the painting saint Jin Xi. Being respected by others, thinking about such a gap makes me feel even sadder for the teacher.
Zhou Mu painted and Ye Futian played the piano. One was a disciple of the Painting Saint and the other was a disciple of the Demonic Qin. However, everyone's eyes were on Zhou Mu.
Finally, when the painting was completed, a fire phoenix flew out of the painting, covered in flames, surrounding the sky, making a phoenix cry, and actually flew to and danced in front of Prince Luo.
"good."
"Wonderful."
"The phoenix represents auspiciousness, a good omen, and I am worthy of being a little painting saint." Everyone praised, and Prince Luo also showed an appreciative smile and said: "There are rewards for many things."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhou Mu bowed slightly and then stepped back.
"When I saw Zhou Mu, I remembered another person. Nandou Ku went to the Qin Garden a few days ago and met Hua Fengliu." Nandou Wenshan said lightly. In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on him. Qin Mo, replied Donghai City
"However, Hua Fengliu is now a useless person. He is protected by Tang Lan and has a disciple."
"Wasted?" Everyone showed a strange look, and the Painting Saint's eyes also fluctuated slightly, and he said lightly: "It's a pity."
"What a pity, as the flowers are still flowing, I'm afraid I won't have the face to appear in front of your painting sage." One person said with a smile.
"That's right, Hua Fengliu overestimated his own abilities and brought humiliation upon himself. He didn't expect that he would have the dignity to come back as a useless person. Can he train him by accepting a disciple? When he meets Zhou Mu, I'm afraid he will have to lower his head and take a detour."
"Now that I'm living under someone else's roof, I'm still dreaming." Many people spoke one after another, mocking the painter to please him.
Xia Fan's eyes fell on Ye Futian, and his teasing intention became even stronger. He wanted to see if Ye Futian would continue to cower there.
Just when everyone was talking and laughing, the clang of the piano came, and the style changed suddenly. The music gradually changed from low to high, cheerful and sonorous, step by step, like fairy music. Gradually, Yunrou and other dancers fell into the music, and the dance steps She became more and more free-spirited, her long skirt fluttering like a fairy.
Amidst the music of the piano, the young man felt gradually excited, drinking and chatting happily, and the elders were also in high spirits. The whole banquet seemed to be pushed to a climax by the music of the piano.
"What kind of music is this?" The painting saint suddenly noticed something and looked towards Ye Futian. Not only him, but also the big shots noticed something strange. Their emotions were actually affected by the music.
Looking at the young men, they all seemed extremely excited. The women on the stage were even more immersed in the dance music and couldn't extricate themselves.
Behind the stage, a handsome young man played the piano quietly, as if he was alone in the world.
The young man's handsome face actually outshone all the young men at the banquet. When he played the piano, there was even more magic about him, which was natural and integrated into the music.
"Nishang Yuyiqu, who are you?" The painting saint's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a voice directly interrupted the sound of the piano. Everyone also woke up from that artistic conception, and couldn't help but look at the artist in shock. Handsome young violinist.
I saw the young man slowly raising his head, his eyes were clear and clean, without any humility, looking at Prince Luo in front of him, the young man slowly said: "Ye Futian, a disciple of Qin Demon, sang a song of colorful feathers, and on behalf of the master, I wish the prince a happy birthday." .”
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