Qu Shunhua pointed to the empty seat next to him and motioned Ye Lan'er to sit down. He smiled generously: "No matter how unpalatable the leftovers are, how can you still say bad things about me? My Huangliangtai collapsed, who will come?
To support you?"
Ye Lan'er spat: "Whoever wants to believe this will listen to it."
She looked at Jiang Wang and said, "I am late to deal with some matters. Please forgive me, Mr. Jiang."
“We have just arrived.” Jiang Wang smiled slightly.
Ye Lan'er took another two steps and did not sit in the empty seat. Instead, he looked at Chu Yuzhi and smiled at him: "I prefer the position where General Chu sits. He sits in the northeast, looks to the southwest, and faces the wind and the clouds.
"
"Who can say no to Miss Ye?" Chu Yuzhi smiled casually, picked up the chair and stood up, changed positions with Ye Lan'er, and helped her set up the chair.
Ye Lan'er thanked him, and then Shi Shiran sat down.
Just on the right side of Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang almost smelled a faint scent, but it disappeared after just a moment, which made people feel quite disappointed.
But he just kept a polite smile and nodded to the new diner.
Ye Lan'er also smiled and nodded.
Qu Shunhua, as the host of today's banquet, looked at Jiang Wang, then at Ye Lan'er, and said with a smile: "The rest of us already know each other. I don't think you two need my introduction, right? They are both.
The best in the world, I must be in tune with you!"
The most powerful inner palace in the world.
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Of course, the first inner palace has moved to the outer building, and the first beauty is still limited to the territory of Chu State for the time being.
At least if Jiang Wang were to judge, he would definitely not think that Ye Lan'er is the most beautiful woman in the world.
Ye Lan'er glared at Qu Shunhua angrily: "Young Master Jiang's performance on the river viewing platform with one punch and one kick is what can be called the best in the world. Why am I the best in the world? It makes people laugh when I say it."
Turning his eyes, he looked at Jiang Wang: "Long time no see, Mr. Jiang's demeanor is even better than before!"
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment.
It’s not because Yelan’er chatted with him.
It’s not because Yelan’er is too beautiful.
It was the polite words he usually used... but Ye Lan'er used them first!
Fortunately, he reacted immediately and replied first
"oh?"
As soon as I said this, I realized that my reply was very stupid, and it would be difficult for the other party to take it.
With a quick thought, he compensated in a joking tone: "Why don't you talk about it?"
The smile on Ye Lan'er's face froze for a moment.
The words of the leader of the Yellow River are very different from his performance on the river viewing platform in the past. They are actually a bit...too frivolous.
Especially paired with that insincere smile, he has the air of an old man who has been in the sex scene for a long time.
Zuo Guangshu probably felt embarrassed again and looked out the window silently.
Qu Shunhua still had a very good impression of Brother Jiang. In his heart, he felt that Brother Jiang was just temporarily fascinated by beauty, so he spoke out of proportion.
How normal is it for young people to be obsessed with beauty?
Doesn’t Xiao Guangshu often make incoherent remarks in front of him?
So he rushed to the rescue: "Brother Jiang's demeanor can be described in just a few words? The defeat of Xiang Bei on the Guanhe Platform, the fight against the Emperor Yama, and the decisive battle with the Yellow Relic, which one is not a famous match?"
She looked at Jiang Wang and said sincerely: "Later I also learned that Brother Jiang fought against the four great human demons by himself and killed them all. With this legendary achievement, he became the number one imperial palace in Qing Dynasty. Can you tell us about this famous game?
Tell me?"
Jiang Wang is embarrassed to brag about himself in front of so many people. This is not the time to show off privately to An An or Zuo Guangshu.
Beijue said awkwardly: "Well, a good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past, let's look at it later."
After saying this, he felt a little more sincerely: "The inner palace has passed. The light of the past can only stay in the past and cannot shine on the Star Tower."
"Well said!" Chu Yuzhi didn't care about the undercurrent, and said directly: "Don't cover your eyes with floating clouds. Brother Jiang's state of mind makes Chu admire him!"
Ye Lan'er thought to himself, this is true. If what Jiang Wang just said was true from his heart, then the leader of the Yellow River in the Neifu realm will indeed not be his end.
While a few people were talking, five young girls came up the stairs, each holding a very exquisite wooden box.
The wooden box was opened, and inside was a set of tableware, including ivory chopsticks, white jade bowl, Ru kiln porcelain plate, phoenix pattern luminous cup...
Place it carefully and serve it in front of the five people who are seated.
Then they stood behind the five people respectively, serving as serving maids, preparing to serve the meal.
Immediately afterwards, a waiter walked up the stairs slowly, holding a dragon boat-shaped jade basin and approaching the table. Before the lid was even removed, the fragrance was already floating on it.
However, the dishes from the Huangliangtai kitchen have been delivered.
Everyone was silent and waited quietly for the dishes to be served.
This dragon boat-shaped jade basin gently falls in the middle of the round table and looks very smart.
The carving of this jade basin alone shows its value.
The maid standing next to Jiang Wang should be the main waiter at this table. She introduced in a measured voice: "Today's banquet is the Shenglong Banquet. The first dish is called 'Jade Dragon'."
"The Jade Dragon is also known as the Fish Dragon. It is said to be a species of dragon, but it is just a legend. However, it is true that it has great spiritual power, and it is also true that its beards are as long as dragon whiskers."
She reached out and opened the jade cover and handed it over to the waiter who was bringing the food upstairs.
Oddly enough, I could already smell the fragrance before I even took off the lid. Now when I lifted the lid, there was no fragrance at all.
Everyone saw a jade dragon fish with long beards and golden scales swimming slowly in the clear fish soup in a dragon boat-shaped jade basin.
Jiang Wang’s eyes twitched, and he couldn’t help but curse, who doesn’t know how to cook fish? Bringing up a live fish to fool the ghost?
"This fish is not undercooked," the maid next to him said softly, as if knowing the guest's thoughts: "It's still swimming because of its instinct that has been extracted, not its vitality."
After saying that, she picked up a small jade hammer and tapped it lightly on the fish's head.
The fish skin with golden scales actually fell off completely and sank to the bottom of the soup, just like a beautiful woman undressing her clothes.
Then the tender, snow-white fish meat was exposed to everyone’s sight.
The fish skin has shed, but the jade dragon is still swimming slowly along its previous trajectory.
The maid used a jade spoon to scoop out a small bowl of fish and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.
“Sir, please use it.”
The other maids also scooped out fish for the guests they were serving.
Jiang Wang ignored the others, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
It just felt smooth, tender and fragrant, and I couldn't help but swallow it in one gulp.
All the original fragrance was absorbed by the fish meat.
Then it exploded on the tip of the tongue, and then hit the throat.
Even after the fish meat has been swallowed, the fragrance is still lingering on the lips and teeth, just like the jade dragon swimming in the jade basin...
The best taste in the world!
Jiang Wang had only one thought in his mind.
No one spoke, everyone silently finished the fish in the bowl and waited for the maid to serve another bowl.
The jade dragon in the dragon boat's jade basin soon only had a skeleton with complete fish bones, but it was still swimming in the soup.
This is the “instinct” of swimming that has been extracted.
Jiang Wang glanced at the dragon boat jade basin. He wanted to try the fish soup, but the maid seemed to have no intention of serving it to him...
Just when he was hesitating whether to do it himself, the host's maid had already taken back the lid and covered the dragon boat jade basin.
It seemed to be unintentional, but it also seemed to be a reminder: "This Jade Dragon cannot drink soup, because all the impurities are in it. This soup is of inferior quality."
Jiang Wang thought to himself that the low-grade soup might also be delicious.
But the waiter who served the food had already taken away the dragon boat and jade basin and went downstairs.
It makes people feel disappointed.
…
…
Some people live in luxurious houses in high-rise buildings, while others do not cover their heads with tiles.
Some people embrace the fragrance and are in a romantic mood, while others curl up and embrace the smell.
In this world, people are different from each other.
Different births, different seeing, different encounters, and different pursuits.
Life is different.
Fang Heling often thinks of those people drinking and laughing.
He actually wanted to join in.
I want to be like them, heroic and indulgent.
But he was never the same as them.
The so-called "Five Heroes of Maple Grove" is such a ridiculous name in the world.
Not impressive at all, very clumsy.
Even in Maple Grove City, you can't reach the extraordinary level. No monk will even take a look.
But how loud it is among the outer disciples of Maplewood City Taoist Academy.
In the eyes of someone like him who really wanted to enter the Taoist Temple, it was simply a legend.
The five most outstanding outer sect disciples share the same spirit and become brothers of life and death. They travel together through mountains and rivers, and perform chivalrous acts of justice. Perhaps in the future, they will also wield Qing Ming's sword together.
How he wanted to be a part of it.
He also imagined the majesty of drawing his sword, traveling thousands of miles, cutting off the enemy's head and then returning. He wanted to drink wine and sing to his heart's content with his brothers.
But in this life, it is no longer possible.
All the people who later changed beyond recognition were not willing to change in the first place!
Blood.
The blood is such a vivid and painful color.
I don’t know when it started. Everything I saw was covered in blood.
No, that’s not right.
This world is inherently bloody.
No, that’s not right...
You clearly remember when it started...
So why be vague?
Why should we forget?
Why are you so cowardly?
Why are you so weak despite working so hard?
There were bursts of severe pain in my heart. It was like ants crawling, like a knife cutting, or like a burning fire.
The non-stop pain made Fang Heling want to fall down, curl up on the ground, and hug herself.
But he just stood silently, expressionless.
In front of him was a high cliff, and on the high cliff there was a strong pine tree with deep roots.
There is a man hanging on the pine tree.
His hands were tied together and hung above his head.
The rope is blood-colored, and the other end of the rope is embedded in the branches, as if it is symbiotic with the branches.
This man's feet were also tied together, and the bloody rope was wrapped around several times and met behind him, like two bloody snakes, suddenly stretched straight and nailed into the high cliff.
This person was frozen in the air like this. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bulging, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
This place is actually very quiet at this time, only the wind is blowing.
Fang Heling, who was standing silently, stretched out his right hand, penetrated the chest of the man in front of him, and pinched his heart.
The magical power of hatred, conveying hatred with hatred, and questioning the heart with heart.
Use pain to intensify pain.
The tortured, painful person in front of him has no idea that his tormentor is in more pain than he is.
Of course even knowing it would not help alleviate anything.
Fang Heling has long been accustomed to this level of pain, silently chewing on the message from this heart.
Most of them are useless, and there are only one or two scattered clues that can be captured. It is like finding crickets in the grass when you were a child. It is easier than asking the other party to speak.
“Wu Sheng Jiao Yue Rabbit, is it the rabbit face from the previous Twelve Bone Noodles..."
Fang Heling murmured to himself.
His hands slowly clenched, and the heart was slowly crushed.
The eyes of the hanging man are still wide open, but the divine light has dissipated.
His physical body has died, and his soul may have just dissipated, or he may have gone to the so-called inanimate world... Who knows?
Fang Heling took out his hand and flicked it gently, and all the blood on his hand splashed out, falling on the high cliff in a graceful trajectory.
He is not suitable for the magical power of hatred, and he even has no talent for acquiring magical powers at all.
Bai Gu Dao's blood-returning elixir has already destroyed his foundation even though his foundation is basically mediocre.
He was accidentally picked up in a dying state.
He was rebuilt after his veins were destroyed.
The blood-red mansion in the Wufu Sea was built by great power.
His magical power of hatred is a living implant in his body.
He is not suitable.
The first demon has already concluded that he is not suitable.
But what is he suitable for?
He is too mediocre, too useless, too much of a waste.
Even Yan Chunhui, who is at the pinnacle of the extraordinary, doesn’t know what he is suitable for!
Then he can only hold on to the magical power of hatred.
This is his only choice.
In the name of hatred, it is not a way to become stronger, nor is it a terrible perseverance, let alone will.
It's just the only hope in this lingering life.
The only hope of personal revenge.
So he can only do this.
This is the only way to go.
Although every time I use the magical power of hatred, I still suffer from the magical power.
It's like the magical seed itself has spirituality and is unwilling to be controlled by a waste like him.
Although the cost of using this magical power was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide.
He wanted to give up countless times, to collapse on the ground, to cry bitterly.
But he didn't.
In this world, no one will tell him the truth anymore, no one will hold his head and say to him, "Then prove it to me, my son."
No one cares about his tears.
Being strong starts from not being weak anymore.
He no longer lives to prove to anyone.
“The teaching of no life…the teaching of no life.”
He chewed the term over and over again.
This sect has developed in Yong, Jiao, and Luo countries. It seems to have first gained momentum during the war between Zhuang and Yong.
Developed rapidly with the help of the huge suffering caused by the war.
“War, death, resentment...” Fang Heling murmured.
This sect is almost of the same origin as the White Bone Taoist, but they do not believe in the White Bone Evil God. Instead, they believe in the Wusheng Cult Ancestor who is a god, a Taoist, and a leader.
The God Lord is their god, the Taoist Lord is their ideal, and the Hierophant is their leader.
At this point, it is completely different from other cults.
From the White Bone Path to the Wusheng Sect, that Moon Rabbit must know something...
Fang Heling thought so.
But he was also very clear about it.
It has only been more than a year since the war between Zhuang and Yong Kingdom ended.
The sect has been able to develop to its current scale in such a short period of time, and the strength behind it is by no means something he can challenge alone.
Of course there is no organization behind him.
Even if fortune-telling is dead, all evil is dead, flesh-cutting is dead, and heads are beheaded, nearly half of the nine great humans and demons are dead or injured.
But these won’t shake anything at all.
As long as the boss is still there, Wuhuigu will still be strong.
But with an extremely loose organization like Wu Huigu, it is impossible to provide him with any help.
Everyone in the organization does whatever they want to the extreme.
Don’t even think about making any friends.
Everyone in the organization is selfish, cold, and heartless.
The most we can do is try not to kill each other under the will of the boss.
Only top-down orders can unite some forces.
Just like the fortune teller and the demon commanded a few of them to destroy Qingyunting, like the fortune teller and the demon leading all the evil to cut the flesh of them to plot Yu Beidou, and each of them had to act under the boss's order...
However, among the nine human demons, he ranked ninth.
Obviously, even if new humans and demons are added, his ranking will not be high.
The ranking of humans and demons only depends on strength, not time.
So why is it still so weak?!
I am a waste...
I am not a waste!
Fang Heling's eyes went crazy for a while, then quickly calmed down.
Want to borrow the power of no return.
unless……
The tentacles of Wusheng Religion explore the state of Chen.
But this group of Inanimate Cultists are acting crazy, but their top management is very cautious. It seems that they have no idea of expanding in a short time.
So, what to do?
Fang Heling thought silently, turned around and prepared to leave.
His steps paused.
At this time, there was a person standing in front of him.
I don’t know when this person appeared, and I don’t know how long he stood behind him.
And he was completely unaware of it.
more importantly
This man stood there quietly, letting the mountain wind blow his long hair away.
Appeared countless times in his nightmares!
No.
This man is his nightmare itself!
In just an instant, Fang Heling's eyes turned blood red, and a cold light appeared between his fingers!
In the shortest possible time, he exploded all the power that could be unleashed, including what he had mastered and what he had failed to master.
In the era when the art of flying swords was popular, there was a sword art named "Can".
What is Can Jian Shu?
The sky is gone, the earth is lacking, and people are gone.
Ultimately evil and extremely evil.
It means to separate one part of the soul, two parts of the bone, three parts of the flesh and four parts of the blood.
Use your body as a furnace and your life as a fire to forge a broken sword.
This sword was born when the cave and sky were missing, and when it moved, the earth split apart. It was born to kill, and it would not die until it devoured all the soul and life.
This is a forbidden technique in the Flying Sword Era!
Even a strong man like Yan Chunhui, who inherited the ultimate swordsmanship, described this skill as a "fierce sword".
Because he worked hard to earn merit and completed a task that was almost impossible with his strength, he was rewarded with merit.
Yan Chunhui reminded him that "you can't get out until you are exhausted."
Fang Heling has been practicing this swordsmanship for a long time and can fully understand this reminder.
This swordsmanship harms oneself first and then harms others.
It has definitely gone astray. It is a product of the most intolerant and radical period in the Feijian Era. It can even be called the "legacy" of the Feijian Era.
But does Fang Heling have any choice?
Not all powerful exercises can be done without focusing on talent.
Even if Yan Chunhui was willing to teach the Selfless Sword Code, which stood at the pinnacle of the Feijian era, would he have the talent to learn it?
Fang Heling has told herself more than once that the residual sword technique cannot be used easily.
He is very aware of the dangers of this swordsmanship.
But the moment he saw this man with droopy hair, he had already activated his hatred power and pulled out his heart-cutting dagger. This body was like a sheath, and a fierce sword sound resounded!
He spent the rest of his remaining life living for this man!
At this moment, at this moment.
Zhang Linchuan...Zhang Linchuan...Zhang Linchuan!
Let you know my hatred!
Fang Heling has never felt so powerful, and surging power is flowing through her body.
It seems as if the whole world is trembling.
The sharp pain in his heart that prompted him to activate his supernatural powers became a different kind of motivation at this time.
His soul is trembling!
Everything that has been struggled along this way will be burned in this round.
At least for this round...
Zhang Linchuan!
You have to look at me!
In Fang Heling's blood-red eyes, he could only see that one person at this moment.
Then he saw...
The man quietly raised his eyes and cast a look.
It’s just a look.
It was a calm look that could be called gentle, but it was also distant and indifferent.
He has no dissatisfaction with the world, but the world has nothing to do with him.
Approximately this look.
Like a mountain pressing down.
The body is infinitely heavy.
The heart is infinitely heavy.
Fang Heling felt as if she was falling into an infinite abyss.
Falling forever.
There is no place to draw strength from.
There is no possibility of stopping the fall.
The sharp and ferocious sound of the sword in the body suddenly stopped.
It is obviously such a powerful force, but it cannot roar again.
The power that was already boiling in his body was actually frozen and could not continue to rush out!
It is ridiculously still in the interval between explosion and annihilation.
The part of his soul, bones, flesh, and blood that had been separated was stuck at the separation step in embarrassment.
One step back and the sword will disappear. How can you be willing to do so?
With one step forward, the sword can be cast into shape, but it cannot kill.
Fang Heling clearly felt that his body was blocked by an invisible force. It felt like...as if all the pores on his body were blocked, and his skin itself became a prison cell.
His own body therefore formed a completely sealed space, trapping all his power in the residual sword technique within it.
That’s what happened. He was clearly fighting for his life and trying his best...but with all his strength, he couldn’t even leave his body.
His men are still charging forward, but his strongest support is still locked in his body!
Like a swordsman, he has rushed towards the enemy, preparing to decide the final life and death, but his sword is in the sheath and cannot be pulled out!
What kind of power is this?
What kind of gap is this?
He knew that he had been completely defeated, but he didn't even know how he was suppressed!
Once the thoughts of despair arise, they can no longer be stopped and will grow indefinitely.
He has experienced this kind of despair before.
Is this Zhang Linchuan?
Is this Zhang Linchuan?
Fang Heling was in a trance and remembered that in the violent lightning, Wei Quji, the lord of Maplewood City, fell into the sky. The man illuminated by the lightning calmly put on a bone mask.
He will not forget that at that time he was inspired by that kind of power and admired that kind of cold power...
It was precisely this cold power that exploded into a ball of lightning and took away his father.
The one who fell down countless times in front of him... was a charred corpse.
