"Except for the disciples who know Lin Fu, there is no one here from the literary cultivators. Otherwise, the literary cultivators would definitely look for Li Qingxian first."
"The literary cultivators are probably hiding everywhere, preparing for a deadly battle, so there is no need to send congratulatory gifts."
"However, the military people are a bit intriguing. They are sitting there, motionless."
"They have just completed the expansion of Tianmen Pass. They were originally guarding against King Xian. Normally...wait, someone from Prince Dingnan's Mansion moved? That person seems to be Duke Nanchuan, the crown prince of Prince Dingnan. Good guy, the Demon Sect is about to panic."
Everyone's eyes widened.
"Greetings to His Highness Prince Xian!" Duke Nanchuan said with a thick beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a smile on his face.
"Uncle Meng, you're welcome. How is Huaichuan doing lately?" Li Qingxian asked.
"Since he went to the south, I threw him into the army and fought around, but he became something outstanding." Nanchuan Gong said with a smile.
"How is the war in the south?" Li Qingxian asked casually.
"It's very peaceful." Duke Nanchuan also replied casually.
Some of the generals nearby were thoughtful, while others looked puzzled.
The Dingnan Palace is recruiting troops and making full preparations for war. The Dongding Kingdom is at its peak, and a war between the two sides is about to break out. How can it be peaceful?
After Duke Nanchuan left, some southern forces who had no friendship with Li Qingxian came over to say hello.
Especially after the southern martial arts forces joined in, everyone watching the magic projection at the foot of the mountain cheered.
Both the northern and southern martial arts circles have expressed goodwill to Li Qingxian.
If the main contribution of the Northern Wulin is to resist demons, then the main contribution of the Southern Wulin is to eliminate demons and exorcise evil spirits.
Subsequently, more forces appeared and lined up in a long line to meet with Li Qingxian one after another.
When the demon cultivators saw this scene, some were expressionless, some had murderous intentions, and some were worried.
Is this the opening ceremony of the Demon Sect or Li Qingxian's reception room?
The original atmosphere of celebration suddenly became solemn.
The demon cultivators looked at each other and remained silent.
The ostentatious behavior was about to continue. Around the venue, demonic cultivators raised their copper-plated trumpets tied with red ribbons and started playing.
"The auspicious time has arrived..."
The main entrance of Hua Mo Mountain's main hall suddenly opened.
Five monks with different appearances but dressed in costumes came out.
The heads of the five major sects, Hua Mo Mountain, Tian Demon Sect, Moon Demon Sect, Sand Demon Sect and Yi Demon Sect, came together.
Zhang Wentong, wearing a black and red robe embroidered with gold patterns, walked out with a smile on his face, deep eyes and a straight nose.
Then, strands of light wind that were invisible to the naked eye but could be sensed by everyone floated behind the five sect leaders.
Li Qingxian glanced at the five people, each of them calming down.
Especially Zhang Wentong, although he did not show any power, in the eyes of high-level monks, Zhang Wentong seemed to have an evil dragon entrenched behind him, looking down at the world with fierce flames.
Up and down the mountain, there was total silence.
Everyone's muscles were tense and their skin was covered with goosebumps.
Li Qingxian was still chatting with others when Hua Moshan suddenly interrupted, almost as a retaliation for Li Qingxian's collision with the wall.
In an instant, the wind roared over Hua Mo Mountain, dark clouds rolled, and the color of the sky and earth changed.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain looked up at the sky. The black clouds in the sky were like broken black cotton wool, being torn and chopped into pieces by the strong wind, but the black clouds were endless.
At the same time, strong blood light rippled in the gaps in the dark clouds, like a river of blood hanging upside down.
Some people's hearts trembled suddenly.
The gathering of masters caused changes in the sky.
Zhang Wentong stood at the door of the main hall, between two large red painted pillars holding dragons, looking down at Li Qingxian from a high position, and smiled freely.
Their eyes met.
"His Royal Highness Prince Xian, we have been friends with each other for a long time, and now that we meet him, he is even more famous."
Li Qingxian nodded without smiling. He sighed softly and said, "Yes, I have wanted to see you for a long time."
"Today is the founding ceremony of our alliance. King Xian raised his jade toe, which made Zhang very happy. Next, please sit down and watch the ceremony with the guests." Zhang Wentong's face was soft and his voice was gentle.
Almost everyone's hair stood on end.
Just a thought of Yipin Dingshen made everyone grit their teeth in horror.
Those low-level monks, whether they were literary or martial arts cultivators, had only one word in their minds the moment they heard Zhang Wentong's words.
escape.
Only a very small number of people with a strong will came back to their senses after a breath, with cold sweat pouring down their backs.
Is this the power of a first-class calming mind? Any words, even just the projection of magic power, can affect one's mind.
Everyone slowly came over one after another and stared at Li Qingxian.
On the top of Hua Mo Mountain, among the flags waving, the evil cultivators from the west and the righteous cultivators from the east all looked at Li Qingxian.
Everyone's breathing was long and slow at this moment.
Li Qingxian said slowly: "I have a relative, my uncle. He always said that Jiangnan is very beautiful. Five years ago, I participated in the Seventh Grade Exam in Shendu. We agreed at that time to leave on the second day after the exam.
Going down to Jiangnan. However, the day before the day we agreed on, I stepped out of the examination room and it was pouring with rain. The heavy rain that day never stopped in my dream."
Almost everyone thinks of that beautiful man who is famous all over the world.
Zhang Wentong still smiled and listened patiently.
Li Qingxian looked around and said slowly: "Look, this place has mountains on its back and faces the Tianjiang River. Sitting south of the river and looking at the world, the scenery is unique. Today's opening ceremony has attracted congratulations from all directions and was packed with guests. It is a rare grand event in the world.
I really like the golden dragon and gold patterns on the main hall, I also like the bright red tablecloth, and I even like the colorful flags from the foot of the mountain to the mountain. But..."
Li Qingxian stared into Zhang Wentong's eyes and said slowly: "I was unable to attend Uncle Zhou's funeral."
"Someone has already taken responsibility for the misunderstanding back then. The deceased is gone, so I'm sorry." Zhang Wentong bowed his head slightly.
Li Qingxian seemed to have not heard anything and said slowly: "I have always wanted to hold a grand funeral for Uncle Zhou in a good place with great splendor."
Many magic cultivators suddenly changed their colors.
The five heads are still smiling.
"It's very good here." Li Qingxian's calm voice echoed across the mountains and shook the Tianjiang River.
Everyone recalled the fall of the spring breeze and the torrential rain.
It may not have any impact on the world or oneself.
But for the little night guard named Li Qingxian back then, it was a crush.
Zhang Wentong smiled and shook his head and said: "Your Highness, King Xian, I understand your mood, but this is the Demon Mountain."
"Yes, this is Hua Mo Mountain, and the Order of Heroes was originally intended to be used here."
The demon cultivator was shocked and angry, but the others were moved by it.
They could almost imagine that when Li Qingxian raised the Order of Heroes and called on the human race to protect the river, he was actually raising his own bloody heart.
"Your Highness Prince Xian, the ceremony is about to begin." The smile on Zhang Wentong's face finally faded a bit.
"How can the ceremony begin before I send the congratulatory gifts?" Li Qingxian asked proudly.
Comrade Zhang Wen said: "Okay, then I, the Demon Alliance, will first receive the gift from King Xian and then hold the grand ceremony."
Li Qingxian looked around and lowered his head slightly.
