Mrs. Xiao Luan and the four of them sat down, and it was indeed the seat closest to the threshold of Xuemang Hall, which was suitable for enjoying the night view outside the door.
As for Mrs. Xiao Luan's personal maid, who was called the Little Water Goddess by all the landscape spirits in the 800-mile Baihu River, Ziyang Mansion didn't even give her a seat.
The maid had to stand behind Mrs. Xiao Luan, her pretty face frosty.
Since she drowned and became a water ghost, over the past two hundred years, Mrs. Xiao Luan has personally promoted her to be the patrol envoy of the Baihu River Water God Mansion. She can kill all the lower five monks and ghosts and ghosts who cause trouble in the territory. She can kill them first and then report them.
What a shame. This visit to Ziyang Mansion means that the scenery accumulated over two hundred years has been thrown away. Anyway, there is no way to pick it up in this Ziyang Mansion.
Fortunately, she was following Madam Xiao Luan, and she was aware of the importance. She didn't need Madam to remind her to pay attention to the occasion. She had lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes early, trying to make her expression more natural and not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction. Previously, Madam and Ziyang Mansion
The current head of the palace, Huang Chu, after the two talked about the important matter alone, his wife was still not in a relaxed mood. She reminded the four of them that there were still variables before they actually took the boat back to Jiangshen Mansion, and asked everyone to be patient.
At that time, Mrs. Xiao Luan felt quite guilty, her expression was bitter, and there was a hint of prayer in her words, which made the maid feel very sad and almost shed tears.
At this moment, Mrs. Xiao Luan's appearance, clothing, and sitting posture had almost no flaws, but her eyes were a little dark and unclear.
She was able to sit in command of the Baihu River and control it vertically and horizontally, stretching the Baihu River, which was originally only 600 miles away, to nearly 900 miles. Her power was as great as that of a feudal official in the secular court, and many of the mountain-top genealogy masters of the Huangting Kingdom.
The close relationship with a great master of Jianghu martial arts like Sun Dengxian cannot be achieved by fighting and killing.
She was the first of the two groups to enter the banquet. The hall was full and the gods gathered together, so there were two empty spaces. She was a guest at the Baihu River Water God Mansion. Since she had been notified that she had a cool seat near the threshold, the remaining
Mrs. Xiao Luan knew at a glance who the most distinguished seats on the left below the throne of honor were reserved for.
As expected, he saw Chen Ping'an walking into the Xuemang Hall and Wu Yi sitting lazily on the throne. This founder of Ziyang Mansion, who even Mrs. Xiao Luan didn't want to meet,
He actually stood up with a smile, walked down the steps, walked towards Chen Pingan and his group, took Chen Pingan's arm, and said with a big smile: "Master Chen, we don't dare to open the banquet and serve food without permission if Mr. Chen doesn't arrive at Xuemang Hall."
Chen Ping'an, who had already perfected his fist skills, was suddenly held by an unfamiliar woman. His body was stiff for the first time, and he couldn't break away from Wu Yi's intimate actions in front of everyone. It was really painful.
The master of the palace, Huang Chu, and the great monks of Ziyang Mansion were all swaying in their minds. They increasingly felt that the young man named Chen might be the mistress of the ancestor. However, this possibility is really unlikely. After all, the ancestor founded Ziyang Mansion.
Since then, there has never been a Taoist couple. The ancestor was obsessed with the Tao and has never felt the love between his children. Or is it a relative of the emperor from the Song family of Dali who traveled here?
Otherwise, ancestor Wu Yi's various performances at this banquet would be too weird and abnormal.
Fortunately, after Wu Yi brought Chen Pingan to his seat, she let go of her hand without leaving any trace, walked to the main seat and sat down. She still looked familiar with Chen Pingan and said loudly: "Mr. Chen, let's bid farewell to Ziyang Mansion.
Not to mention, this old dragon coveted wine and was famous all over the world. It was by no means a boast. He was an old emperor of the Gao family in Geyang in the Sui Dynasty. He also privately begged the Hong family of Huang Tingguo to negotiate with our Ziyang Mansion every year.
Sixty jars are required. Now the wine has been prepared on several tables. After drinking it, a servant will serve it. The glass will not be empty in front of anyone. Just drink it. We will not get drunk tonight.
Come back!"
Dozens of beautiful young female nuns from Ziyang Mansion served as maids serving wine and food. They put on brand-new and bright colorful clothes and poured out from both sides of the Xuemang Hall, fluttering like colorful butterflies. They were very colorful.
Wu Yi was the first to stand up and raise his glass, "This is my first glass of wine. I wish Mr. Chen to come to my Ziyang Mansion and make the pigs shine brightly!"
As a result, everyone had no choice but to stand up, raise their glasses together, and toast Chen Pingan.
In Huang Tingguo, the face is as great as the sky.
I'm afraid that even if Emperor Hong came to Ziqi Palace in person, he might not be able to get Wu Yi to speak like this.
After Sun Deng sat down with Chen Ping'an and his party, he didn't come back to his senses for a while. He sat in his seat in a daze. Fortunately, he was kicked by his friend and he quickly got up.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to say thank you and drink a glass of wine.
On the most small and exquisite table in front of Pei Qian, there were also two pots of Laojiao saliva wine, but Ziyang Mansion was very considerate and prepared a pot of sweet and refreshing fruit wine for the little girl, so that he could get up and take the cup.
Pei Qian was very happy.
Ziyang Mansion is such a good place.
Pei Qian made up her mind that she would talk to her master later and polish her ears. From now on, we will often come to Ziyang Mansion as guests. Although Wu Yi is not handsome, he is worse than Huang Ting and Yao Jin.
There are quite a lot of people, nice people, and hospitality is warm. I really can’t find any fault! Anyway, I don’t want the master to marry her home and be her mistress. Appearances and other things are not important.
Wu Yi didn't pay much attention to Chen Ping'an after that, it was just the sumptuous banquet of the Immortal Family on the ordinary mountain.
All kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and delicacies, were served in the snowy hall in the hands of young female nuns with graceful figures like colorful butterflies.
The master of the palace, Huang Chu, is worthy of being the second person in charge of publicity in Ziyang Palace. He is a good talker. He took the lead in toasting Wu Yi, and his witty words were like pearls, which won the applause of the whole house.
Wu Yi didn't speak much, but compared to his previous behavior at the Ziyang Mansion banquet, he was much more approachable tonight, completely different from the other two. He also took the initiative to tell a few interesting things about the mountain. Naturally, everyone in the Ziyang Mansion burst into laughter. In fact, Wu Yi was a serious person.
His temperament, if it were Huang Chu who narrated those contents, he might indeed be no worse than the storyteller. But what he said from Wu Yi's mouth was not really funny to Chen Pingan, but the laughter and laughter in Xue Mangtang was really a
His eyes are sincere and his smile is natural.
Probably this can be considered a river and lake.
In fact, the first time Chen Ping'an had this feeling was when he met the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom in a restaurant in the ethereal lotus root paradise after the war ended.
Mrs. Xiao Luan stood up slowly with a wine glass in hand.
Everyone had a tacit understanding and stopped making noise. There was silence for a while.
Mrs. Xiao Luan smiled and said: "Xiao Luan proposes a glass of wine to the ancestor Yuanjun for the Baihu River Water God Mansion."
Wu Yi ignored it, but his eyes stayed on Mrs. Xiao Luan.
This gesture clearly shows that she, Wu Yi, doesn't want to give Baihujiang Water God Mansion the face at all, and you, Xiao Luan, don't even think about earning any face in Ziyang Mansion.
Sun Dengxian almost burst his chest with anger. He clenched his fists and placed them on the tables, trembling all over.
Wu Yi intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Chen Ping'an from the corner of his eye. The latter turned his head and talked to Pei Qian in a low voice, as if to warn this girl that when she was a guest in someone else's house, she must sit and eat as she should, and don't get carried away.
Brewing is not wine, so there is no excuse for being drunk and not caring about anything. Pei Qian straightened his back, shook his head, smiled and said, "I know, I know, I know," but in the end he got a chestnut from Chen Pingan.
Seeing that Chen Pingan had no intention of getting involved, Wu Yi quickly looked away, yawned, twisted the neck of a pot of special Laojiao saliva wine with one hand, shook it gently, and swung it with the other hand.
Holding his chin, he asked lazily: "Baihu River? Where is it?"
Then Wu Yi turned to look at Huang Chu and asked, "How far is it from our Ziyang Mansion?"
Huang Chu quickly stood up and replied respectfully: "Reporting to our ancestors, the Baihu River Water God's Mansion is only a trip away from our Ziyang Mansion, the Tieguan River, a three-hundred-mile waterway."
Wu Yi pretended to be stunned, "That's not far."
Not far away, even if it is a close neighbor. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. For immortal masters of genealogy and landscape gods, three hundred miles is indeed a short distance, equivalent to a common man's walk after a meal.
In this case, the Baihu River Water God Mansion's attitude of not having any contact with the Ziyang Mansion for hundreds of years was tantamount to Mrs. Xiao Luan's provocation in Wu Yi's eyes.
However, Wu Yi had his own plans in this matter, so he allowed the Baihujiang Water God Palace to open up territory without letting the monks from the Ziyang Palace and the Jixiang Temple in the Tieguan River stop him.
A cozy and snowy hall was filled with a sense of solemnity in an instant.
Mrs. Xiao Luan just held the wine glass in front of her with both hands. Her calm smile remained unchanged on her delicate and flawless face, "I hope Lord Dongling Yuan will forgive me, then I, Xiao Luan, will punish myself with a glass of wine."
Just when Mrs. Xiao Luan raised her arm, Wu Yi suddenly stretched out his palm and pressed it twice, "Xiao Luan, how can this little Ziyang Mansion be worthy of being punished by a river god? Huang Chu, what are you doing?
As the palace master, if Xiao Luan doesn't come to visit, you won't take the initiative to visit the Shuishen Palace? Do you insist on Mrs. Jiangshen taking the initiative to see you? I think your arrogance as the palace master is comparable to that of Emperor Hong.
Hurry up, why are you standing there, take the initiative to toast Mrs. Jiang Shen a glass of wine, forget it, Huang Chu, just punish yourself with three drinks."
Without saying a word, Huang Chu faced Mrs. Xiao Luan and drank three glasses of wine in a row.
There is already a solemn atmosphere in the Xuemang Hall where you can hear the drop of a needle.
Xiao Luan was always holding the glass of wine that he had no chance to drink. After bending down to put down the glass of wine, he made a strange move and went to the tables of the old man and Sun Dengxian on the left and right sides. He picked up two jars of wine and placed them in front of him.
Three jars of wine were placed side by side. She picked up one of the jars, opened the mud seal, held the jar of wine, which weighed about three kilograms, and said to Wu Yi: "The Baihu River Water God Palace has drank three glasses of toast from Lord Huang.
This is a great deal for the Master of Ziyang Mansion, and I don’t care about it, Xiao Luan, a Taoist woman, but I also want to drink three jars of fine wine to apologize to Dongling Yuanjun, and at the same time, I wish Yuanjun to advance to the upper five realms as soon as possible, and Ziyang Mansion
Let’s start the sect!”
Next, Xiao Luan actually deliberately suppressed the movement of the golden body, which was equivalent to removing the Taoist behavior of the Baihu River Water God. He temporarily drank three jars of wine in one go with the body of an ordinary pure martial artist.
Xiao Luan's face was flushed. She raised the wine jar three times and drank with her head raised. It was inevitable that some wine would be left out. She was dressed in a gorgeous palace attire, and her chest was slightly soaked. She turned her head and covered her mouth with her hand.
Pei Qian opened his mouth wide and looked at the heroic female hero in the distance. If it were him, she wouldn't be able to drink even a small jar of flower and fruit wine, let alone three jars of wine.
She quickly touched the wine glass and poured herself a glass of fruit wine, preparing to calm down her shock.
Chen Ping'an smiled softly at Pei Qian and said, "That's almost it."
Wu Yi, who looked at Chen Ping'an again, narrowed her eyes. She turned to look at the Baihu River Water God who didn't dare to sit down yet, and nodded, "I drank the toast, and I also drank the fine wine. It's good. It's not like the whole family doesn't get together."
From now on, your Shuishen Mansion and our Ziyang Mansion will be half relatives. Remember to visit us more often during the holidays. But let me remind Mrs. Xiao Luan that you have such an opportunity today thanks to Mr. Chen.
What do you mean?"
Mrs. Xiao Luan was obviously feeling very uncomfortable. Her breathing was rapid, and she had the undulating scenery, but she still smiled and said: "Of course it is, then drink another jar. Just like Dongling Yuanjun said, the opportunity is rare.
I won’t return until I’m drunk! I, Xiao Luan, dare not live up to the beautiful scenery and the fine wine. I just hope that if I lose my composure when drunk, Mr. Yuan will not laugh at me..."
As he spoke, Xiao Luan picked up another jar of wine, and his fingers that opened the mud seal were already trembling slightly.
After Chen Pingan stood up, he held the wine glass in his hand and looked at the wine jar held by the Baihu River Water Goddess at the door. He looked down at his own wine glass, then suddenly turned to look at Wu Yi on the main seat and said with a smile: "Yuanjun
, I have an average drinking capacity, why don’t I and Empress Jiang Shen only drink from one cup? Otherwise, a glass of wine for me and Empress Jiang Shen is a jar of wine. I can’t stand both emotionally and rationally, so as not to trouble Ziyang Mansion again in the future.
When passing by the Water God's Mansion, I didn't even dare to visit the Water Goddess."
Wu Yi's eyes were deep, he shook the wine bottle and said with a smile: "Master Chen, this is not okay. Xiao Luan offered me three jars of wine, but only drank one glass of wine with the master. What's going on? It's so outrageous. Why, Chen
Is the young master thinking of cherishing the beauty? In this case, it is a coincidence that wine and wine are matchmakers, and our Mrs. Xiao Luan has been alone for many years, and Mr. Chen is a dragon and a phoenix among people..."
Chen Ping'an quickly interrupted Wu Yi's increasingly irrelevant remarks, picked up a jar of wine, opened the mud seal, and said as if begging Wu Yi for mercy: "Yuanjun, I can't defeat you, so I will accept the punishment. I will punish you with half a jar of wine, and the rest will be fine."
For the rest of the day, just think of it as my return to Empress Jiang Shen."
Wu Yi suddenly laughed.
Then Xue Mang Hall resounded with loud and hearty laughter again.
Chen Ping'an faced the seat of honor and drank half of the jar of wine in one breath. Then he turned to Mrs. Xiao Luan, raised the remaining half of the jar of wine high and said, "To the Goddess of the River."
Mrs. Xiao Luan drank it all in one gulp again.
This time, regardless of manners and etiquette, she quickly sat down, turned her head, and put her arm against her mouth.
After the farce, the banquet became lively again.
The female nuns in colorful clothes were busy all the time.
Some people had already left their seats and were coming and going to toast each other.
After all, monks from the five realms in Ziyang Mansion gathered this time, and many of them came from the monastic cave near Ziyang Mansion. The practice of Guanhai and Longmen, especially the dripping of water through stone, can be said to be a true Taoist monk.
It is very common not to see each other for ten years or even decades. If you reach the legendary Nascent Soul realm, it will be a quiet scene like a dragon hidden in the clouds.
The maid bent down and patted Mrs. Xiao Luan's back gently, but Xiao Luan bounced her away. The maid quickly stopped her hand and remained silent.
The drunken Mrs. Xiao Luan, whose appearance became more and more stunning and dazzling, whispered to Sun Dengxian: "Senior Deng, why don't you go have a drink with your friend?"
Sun Deng first looked troubled.
Mrs. Xiao Luan didn't know it was because she was drunk. She was very different from her usual graceful and dignified appearance. At this moment, she actually looked like a little woman, looking at Sun Dengxian pitifully.
Sun Dengxian was a little helpless. He had only respect for the Empress Jiang Shen but no yearning for her. But among all the heroes in the world, how many of the heroes in the world could have a hard-hearted heart when they saw the beautiful woman frowning and looking at her?
Sun Dengxian had no choice but to nod his head, stood up, held the cup, and was about to go to Chen Pingan's place to toast.
Sun Dengxian has such a stubborn temper. If you don't know that Chen Ping'an is the first-class nobleman of Ziyang Mansion and the guest that ancestor Wu Yi would like to please, he was just a young ranger in the third and fourth realms in his memory back then. When everyone met in the world, since
When they met again in Jianghu, not to mention that Chen Ping'an didn't come to toast, Sun Dengxian would also take the initiative to come to him to clink glasses and chat for a few words. But now Sun Dengxian felt uncomfortable all over and his pride was gone.
Sun Deng was stunned first.
I saw the young man in white clothes with a sword on his back, followed by a jumping black charcoal.
Girl.
Chen Ping'an walked up to Sun Dengxian and said, "Master Sun, here's a toast to you."
Although Sun Dengxian was a little nervous before, but Chen Ping'an was here, Sun Dengxian was still a little happy, and he felt that his face was bright. It was rare for him to have such a small moment of relief during this frustrating trip to Ziyang Mansion.
Smiling, he stood opposite Chen Pingan. After clinking their glasses, they each finished their glasses. When they clinked their glasses, Chen Pingan lowered his glass slightly. Sun Deng first felt that it was not appropriate, so he also lowered his glass. He never thought that Chen Pingan lowered his glass again.
Sun Deng first let it go.
After Sun Deng drank a glass of wine first, he was drinking alone tonight and was a little tipsy. Some words came to his lips and he blurted out: "Chen Pingan, where did you learn the rules of the wine table? They are very tacky!
Besides, I can’t afford this courtesy.”
Mrs. Xiao Luan had already stood up, and the two friends of Shuishen Mansion, including the old man, were a little dumbfounded when they saw Sun Dengxian being so informal.
Chen Ping'an's eyes were bright, "Master Sun, you deserve it!"
Sun Deng was overjoyed, "Didn't I catch a fox demon? Why do I miss you so much?"
Chen Ping'an didn't say what he felt about Jianghu. He just picked up the wine jar from the table nearby, poured himself a glass of wine, and poured it for Sun Dengxian. He said with a smile: "The road in the world is narrow and the wine glass is wide. I will meet Sun Daxia again."
Take one!”
The two of them drank the wine in one gulp, and Sun Deng laughed heartily and said, "Good guy, you are quite good at persuading people to drink."
Chen Ping'an smiled. He drank a jar of the powerful Laojiao saliva wine in one gulp and his face turned red.
He said goodbye to Sun Deng first and did not exchange pleasantries for long.
Not even a single word was exchanged with the White Bird River Water Goddess.
Before Chen Pingan left, he looked towards the gate.
The steward, who could only stay outside the threshold, kept looking longingly at Chen Pingan and Mrs. Xiao Luan. When he finally caught Chen Pingan's gaze, he immediately bowed his head.
Chen Pingan smiled, held up the empty cup, and then returned to his original position.
The steward, who had been fearful for a long time, was so excited that he almost burst into tears when he received this gesture.
Mrs. Xiao Luan sat in her seat, lowered her head, gently wiped the wine stains on her clothes, and breathed out a breath of turbid and alcoholic breath.
What's more terrifying than this kind of drunkenness to death is that if you want to drink hundreds of pounds of fine wine, the other party won't give you a chance to raise a glass and drink two or three liang.
The maid looked at the young man's retreating back, and after some thought, she felt a little grateful.
Pei Qian raised his head and asked curiously: "That old man, do you know how to look down on others? Master, are you not angry?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "What's so angry about this."
Pei Qian asked in a low voice: "Master is thinking about Mr. Sun and the others."
Chen Pingan patted her on the head and said, "You are the only smart one."
Not many steps away from his seat, Pei Qian grabbed Chen Pingan's gentle palm. Chen Pingan asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
Pei Qian said with a smile: "Take advantage of the good master's fairy spirit and charlatan spirit."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Yes, you can eat and drink along with me. Where can I find such a master?"
Pei Qian asked cautiously: "Master, can I have a little bit of the old dragon's saliva wine? It's so delicious, I'm so greedy."
Chen Pingan asked: "What do you think?"
Pei Qian nodded and said, "I think you can drink a small cup. I also think the world is narrow and the wine glass is wide."
Chen Pingan pulled her ears and threw her on the exclusive seat of the small embroidered stool and table, "Drink your fruit wine."
Chen Ping'an was about to take his seat when Wu Yi stepped down from the main seat and came to him. She waved her hand and signaled Xue Mangtang, who had suddenly become quiet, to continue drinking. When the banquet returned to the noisy state,
Wu Yi asked in his heart: "Master Chen, have you killed many dragons?"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
In the battle of Jiaolonggou, it was not the Nascent Soul dragon that he killed with his own hands.
Suddenly remembering that Chen Pingan single-handedly killed the eel monster on the border of Daquan Dynasty in Tongyezhou from beginning to end, Chen Pingan frowned and asked, "What did Yuan Jun see?"
Seeing Chen Ping'an shaking his head, Wu Yi felt a little unhappy in his heart. But when he thought of the two letters from home, which were more effective than the imperial edict, he could only explain patiently: "I can't ask the young master's past in detail, but I can see that.
The young master has a lot of karma on his body."
Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "How to say?"
Wu Yi smiled and said: "There are some monsters in the world. Killing them can bring you merit, or it may bring you karma. Confucianism has always kept this unusual rule a secret, so Mr. Chen may not be very clear about it."
Chen Pingan asked directly: "Is there any way to crack and eliminate it?"
Wu Yi gave up and said, "Don't worry, the young master will stay in Ziyang Mansion for a day or two anyway. When he wakes up, I will talk to the young master about this. Just drink tonight and don't talk about these disappointing things."
There is no banquet in the world that never ends.
Wu Yi was the first to leave.
Chen Ping'an also quickly left Xuemang Hall with Pei Qian and the others and returned the same way.
Pei Qian was still very excited and did not forget to take the hiking pole. Along the way, she sang her own songs, which were all folk sayings from her hometown in Longquan County that she heard from her master, "
Today the Thunder God is singing, but tomorrow there will be less rain. Swallows fly low and snakes cross the aisles, ants move to the mountains and wear hats... The moon is hairy, heavy rain washes trenches. The sky is covered with carp spots, and there is no need to plow the grain tomorrow..."
There is no stopping.
Zhu Lian had already heard this ballad until his ears became calluses, and persuaded him: "Nvxia Pei, please do a good job and let my ears go?"
Pei Qian lamented, she was in a good mood tonight, so she followed the old cook. She took a few steps forward on the quiet road, waving her hiking stick, "There are wild dogs running around in the world, and jackals are in charge, which makes the world so dangerous."
, everyone is in danger. But I haven’t mastered the peerless swordsmanship and knife skills. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
Zhu Lian kicked her in the butt.
Pei Qian staggered a few steps, but still stood calmly, turned his head and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Zhu Lian was about to laugh at her when he suddenly let out a sigh, looked up and stretched out his hand, "Is it raining?"
Chen Pingan snorted.
It started to rain really softly.
The group of people quickened their pace and returned to the treasure house.
Shirou is a yin creature and doesn't need sleep, so she stays on the first floor.
Zhu Lian and Pei Qian live on the second and third floors respectively.
Chen Ping'an stood alone in the corridor on the fourth floor. There was not much rain tonight.
Walking around in the corridor for half an hour, the smell of alcohol inside and outside my body disappeared.
Chen Ping'an returned to his room to sleep. He slept very lightly. After all, in Ziyang Mansion, there was a master named Wu Yi who had an unpredictable temperament.
Later in the night, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Chen Pingan got dressed and got up. When he opened the door, he saw someone he never expected.
Baihu River Water Goddess, Mrs. Xiao Luan.
Her eyes were complicated, she was very shy, and she was still trying to speak. She seemed to have changed into a dress that fit her better. She turned her head, bit her lip, mustered up her courage, and whispered softly: "Mr. Chen..."