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Chapter 55: Neon feathers

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The guests arrived, and the banquet opened, and they were all chatting and laughing for a while.

The elders are in one circle, and the young people are in another circle. In addition to presenting gifts and some kind words, they are discussing some interesting things about Donghai City today, or what happened in Donghai Mansion.

Unconsciously, someone mentioned Qingzhou City.

"According to the ruins of that person appeared in Qingzhou City, nephew Xia Xian went there personally. I wonder if this happened?" 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 occasion, people even evasively say his name.

"This is true, but there is a Demon King or even a higher-level Snow Ape Great Demon guarded there. No one can enter. My brother died in the hands of that demon beast." Xia Feng said.

"Palace Master Xia is really telling the truth. The little girl is so lively, she also ran to Qingzhou City. It is true that no one can approach it. It is said that the road was blocked by a monster." Lin Xiyue's father also said, and many people nodded. In fact, many big figures have sent people to Qingzhou City, and they have not gained anything.

"If it is the Demon King level or even higher, let's not talk about us, I am afraid that Nan Douguo will have nothing to do." Someone sighed.

Ye Futian was depressed when he heard this, that Senior Snow Ape would not go out of the mountain, otherwise he would be careful everywhere in East Sea City, Nan Douguo could walk sideways, he was wondering if he had a chance to go back and persuade Senior Snow Ape

"Brother Lin, Xiyue's niece is now 16 years old, and she has become more and more beautiful." Lord Luo looked at Lin Xiyue in the crowd behind her, her beautiful eyes slightly shy.

"The prince is absurdly praised." Father Lin said with a smile.

"Have you ever been married?" Prince Luo asked with a smile.

"No, but this girl is still young, and now she still focuses on her practice, not in a hurry." Father Lin responded.

"That's right, but at this banquet, there seems to be a lot of young talents, but you can get in touch with them." Lord Luo said with a smile.

"Speaking of the young Junjie, Zhou Mu, the disciple of the painting saint, is said to be a five-star glory." Father Lin looked at Zhou Mu behind the painting saint.

"The teacher taught well." Zhou Mu greeted with a smile.

"Nan Doukai next to Brother Wenshan is not inferior to this kid at all." Hua Sheng looked at Nan Dou Wenshan, quite modest.

"This kid is slightly older, and although his talent is good, he seems to be a little worse than Zhou Mu. He needs to work harder." Nan Douwenshan said.

"Is she okay?" Painted Saint suddenly asked, Nan Dou Wenshan's gaze was stagnant, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Sister Xi is still the same."

"I heard that her daughter is back and she is outstanding. My disciple is always annoyed that I want to meet." Hua Sheng continued, everyone showed a strange color, Hua Sheng really wanted to match his disciple with Nan Dou. The daughter of the aristocratic family, he didn't mind at all that it was the daughter of the Qin Demon, probably also Aiwu and Wu, after all, the painting saint's feelings for that person are extremely sincere.

"Jieyu is indeed extremely good, and he is now practicing in Ziwei Palace of Donghai Academy." Nan Dou Wenshan said with a smile.

When Ye Futian heard this, there was a slight wave in his heart. The painting sage actually wanted to match his disciples to reconcile the words

Moreover, Nandou Wenshan seems to be the older brother of Shi Niang and the uncle of Jieyu.

"The talent of Jieyu is placed in my Ziwei Palace, and it is also the top one. It is difficult to find a comparable person in the entire Donghai Palace." The old man from Ziwei Palace said with a smile, Hua Jieyu was practicing in Ziwei Palace, he naturally Understand a lot of situations.

"You so many praise one person at the same time, but I really want to see this Nan Dou family daughter." Lord Luo smiled boldly.

"Hua Jieyu?" A wicked smile was drawn at the corner of Xia Fan's mouth. He glanced at Ye Futian who was playing the piano. On the bank of Qingzhou Lake in Qingzhou City, he witnessed the extraordinary relationship between Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian. What if the Nandou family knew that there was an unclear ambiguity between Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian

Thinking of this, Xia Fan showed a funny smile on his face. Of course, there are many ways to pinch Ye Futian to death, but it doesn’t have to be the case. If he talks about Hua Jieyu on this occasion, he might have an unclear relationship with Ye Futian. I am afraid that they will offend the Nandou family. The big family cares most about their faces. Now Hua Jieyu is their most valued jewel in the hands of the Nandou family, and I am afraid that no stains will be allowed to fall on her.

As if feeling something, Ye Futian raised his head and glanced at Xia Fan's side. At this moment, everyone was talking about Hua Jieyu. He immediately understood what Xia Fan might be thinking, and his brows couldn't help but raised.

Xia Fan has a sinister and treacherous character and is extremely mean, he has learned from Qingzhou City.

"I have the opportunity to bring Jieyu to visit the prince." Nan Dou Wenshan laughed when he heard Lord Luo's words: "Don't talk about Jieyu all the time. How many years have been here today, and the prince has been so elegant, shouldn't he behave? Something?"

"That's right, I can see the demeanor of my young genius in East Sea City." Someone echoed with a smile.

Lord Luo seemed to have some interest, and he said: "In this case, if you guys are willing to show something, show a few hands to the elders here, if I am happy, I will be rewarded."

"Xiyue, how about you come first?" Lord Luo's eyes fell on Lin Xiyue.

Lin Xiyue blinked, then smiled and nodded, Lianbu walked out gently, standing in the middle of the crowd, and said, "Master, Xiyue is showing her ugliness."

As she said, there were water-attribute auras around her body. Her hands danced slowly. Those water-attributed auras seemed to follow her hands and gathered and formed in the air. Gradually, they turned into A huge birthday, and then slowly drifted towards the Lord Luo, only when he arrived in front of the Lord Luo, he dispersed again.

"The girl Xiyue is already a mage of the three-star glory realm, so fast, very exciting." Lord Luo praised.

"Thank you, the lord for the praise." Lin Xiyue smiled and leaned back, and then stepped back.

"I dance the sword for the prince." A young man walked out, with a sword on his body, and then the sword in his hand danced, the heaven and the earth gave birth to the sword intent, and every sword stroked, it would leave a stroke in the air. The meaning is condensed but not scattered, transformed into the font of four swords, and there is no limit to life.

"Good." Many people smiled and admired. After that, some teenagers walked out and congratulated Lord Luo in various ingenious ways. By the way, they showed their talents and strength, which seemed casual and natural, and the atmosphere at the banquet was excellent.

"Brother Hua, shouldn't your disciple Zhou Mu show a few hands?" Someone said with a smile, painting the surname Hua Sheng.

"You go." Painted Saint whispered.

"Yes, teacher." Zhou Mu nodded and walked forward, holding a pen in his hand, and then spread a large piece of paper on the golden carpet. He squatted slightly and began to paint.

"It's not easy to see Zhou Mu's move, the painting saint disciple, it seems that I will feast my eyes today." There was a young man who admired Zhou Mu.

"I have never seen a summoner make a move, I don't know what it is." There was a strange light in the beautiful eyes of some girls, looking at Zhou Mu one after another.

Zhou Mu's painting speed is extremely fast, and his temperament is chic and extraordinary. Lord Luo praised: "Brother Hua, your disciple is so old, you have the style of everyone."

"Indeed." The people around them all agreed and praised, even Yun Rou and the others would cast admiring eyes when they danced. Ye Futian lowered his head and stroked the piano, and the surrounding movement was actually in his heart.

I thought that the teacher and the painting sage were old rivals and rivals in love. They snatched the teacher’s wife from such a figure as the painting sage. It is conceivable that the style of the piano demon of the previous generation, if it has not been abolished, I am afraid it will be like the paintings of the night. Admired by others, thinking of such a gap makes me feel sorry 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 Qin Demon. However, everyone's eyes were on Zhou Mu.

Finally, the painting was completed, only to see a fire phoenix flying out of the painting, full of flames, surrounded by the sky, making a phoenix sound, and flying in front of Lord Luo and dancing.

"it is good."

"Wonderful."

"The phoenix represents auspiciousness. It is a good sign and deserves to be a little painting saint." Everyone was praised, and Prince Luo also smiled admiringly, saying: "There are many rewards."

"Thank you, prince." Zhou Mu leaned slightly, then stepped back.

"When I saw Zhou Mu, I thought of another person. A few days ago, Nan Douku went to the Qin Yuan and saw Hua Fengliu." Nan Dou Wenshan said lightly, and everyone's eyes fell on him in an instant, Qin Demon, back Donghae City

"However, Hua Fengliu is now a useless person, sheltered by Tang Lan, and has also accepted a disciple."

"Abandoned?" Everyone showed a different color, and the eyes of the painting sage fluctuated slightly, and said faintly: "It's a pity."

"What a pity, the romantic flowers will not be abandoned, and I am afraid that they will not have the face to appear in front of your painting saint." One person smiled.

"That's right, Hua Fengliu didn't know what he could do in the past, and only took humiliation. I didn't expect that he would have the face to come back as a useless person. Could it be possible to cultivate a disciple? When I met Zhou Mu, I was afraid that I would bow my head and go around.

"Now that I'm under the fence, I'm still in wishful thinking." Many people began to speak, mockingly to please the painter.

Xia Fan's gaze fell on Ye Futian, and the joking was even stronger. He wanted to see if Ye Futian would continue to hide there.

Just when everyone was talking and laughing, the sound of the zhengzheng qin came from curls, and the style changed abruptly. The sound of the piano gradually increased from the bass, cheerful and sonorous, step by step, like a fairy music. Gradually, Yunrou and other dancers fell into the sound of the piano and danced step by step. More and more freely, the long skirt fluttered like a fairy.

In the sound of the piano, the young people only felt gradually excited, coveted, talking and laughing, and the elders were all in high spirits. The entire banquet seemed to be pushed to the peak by the sound of the piano.

"What kind of song is this?" The painting sage suddenly noticed and looked towards Ye Futian. Not only him, but the big figures found the strangeness. Their emotions were actually affected by the sound of the piano.

Looking at those teenagers, they seemed to be extremely excited, and the women on the stage were even more so absorbed in dance music that they couldn't help themselves.

Behind the stage, a handsome young man played the piano quietly, as if he was independent.

The young man has a handsome face, and he compares all the young people at the banquet. When he plays the piano, his body is full of magic, and he is natural and integrated into the music of the piano.

"Neon Clothes Yuyi Qu, who are you?" The painting saint's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a voice directly interrupted the sound of the piano. Everyone also awoke from the artistic conception, and they couldn't help but look at the name in shock. Handsome young luthier.

I saw the young man slowly raising his head. His eyes were clear and clean, without the slightest humbleness. He looked at the Lord Luo ahead, and the young man slowly said: "The disciple of the Qin Demon Ye Futian, a piece of neon feathers, the acting master congratulates the prince on his birthday. ."

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