Chapter 291 of the seventh volume set a stage to sing
Late at night, the bright moon is in the sky.
The fifth gentle courtyard is surrounded by the supreme divine thoughts and wrapped tightly.
"Are you all ready?" Wu Qingrou asked softly.
In front of him, the old man nodded: "Okay."
"Well, tomorrow is the beginning of the Pan Yao Grand Ceremony selection competition." Wu Qingrou's eyes were a little deep and said: "How are the reactions of the major families?"
The old man chuckled: "In addition to the local Zhuge family and the Chen family and the Li family, the other seven families are all ready to make a move and are very interested in the news about the saint clan elders."
"That's good." Fifth Qingrou smiled softly and said: "The Chen family may not be completely uninterested; it's just that the situation forced them to keep a low profile. Because they have already lost money to Fengyue.
Too many people.”
"So now they feel they can't afford the loss."
"But once things get violent, the Chen family will naturally take action! Even if they really don't take action, someone will still find trouble for them."
Fifth Qingrou laughed softly.
"And the Li family is in a precarious situation right now. Even if they don't rob, others won't let them go. So... the Li family will also take action."
The old man said: "Yes, the situation has been set now. It can be said that the stage has been set up, just waiting for someone to come on stage to sing."
Wuwu Qingrou chuckled: "That's right, and my main job is to set up this stage. We don't need to worry about other things. We can just wait quietly."
"Only setting up a stage and not singing?" The old man was startled, and couldn't help but frowned and reminded: "Qingrou, this is wrong; although everything has been introduced now, things need a fuse after all.
, even if it eventually becomes a prairie fire, but initially, it still needs a spark to ignite it.”
"This is true. However, this spark of fire must not be burned from our hands. If we come to burn it, we can only burn our fifth family to pieces first. In that case, even if the plan is successful, there will be no trace of it.
The only use is to make others cheaper."
Wu Qingrou had a mysterious smile on her face.
"I don't understand this. Who can take our place?" The old man thought hard.
"If my calculations are correct, that person should have prepared the introduction a long time ago. What he needs now is for us to finish setting up the stage, that's all."
Fifth Qingrou's eyes flashed: "As soon as the news that we have finished setting up the stage spreads, the war will continue. In a short time, the nine major families will become a litter of pigs."
The old man blinked in confusion, having no idea what he was talking about.
Have allies?
But I have been following Qingrou. Why didn't I notice?
"Uncle, if I remember correctly, it will be ten days later. The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the day when the Preliminary Contest of the Ten Thousand Medicines Ceremony ends, should be my eldest brother's birthday, right?" Wu Qingrou smiled mysteriously.
"Yes. I'm sorry you still remember this." The old man chuckled.
"My eldest brother is almost sixty this year, and he hasn't had a good birthday yet... Sigh." Wu Qingrou sighed and said, "This time, I am the younger brother, let's celebrate him properly."
The old man was even more confused.
Just when we were talking about business, why did you suddenly switch to celebrating your birthday?
Isn't this change too sudden?
Wu Qingrou thought deeply and said: "You will spread the news tomorrow and say that the Fifth family has booked the entire Shuiyue Tower. Celebrate my eldest brother Wu Qingrou's sixtieth birthday!"
"What?" The old man was stunned.
I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never celebrated such a grand birthday. Your eldest brother is only sixty, and he is already celebrating his ‘big birthday’?
"Also, this time for my eldest brother's sixtieth birthday, I, Wu Qingrou, paid for all the expenses." Wu Qingrou took a heavy tone: "This sentence must be announced to show our brotherhood.
deep."
"Did you cover it all?" The old man was startled: "This is not a small amount."
"I can still afford this small amount of amethyst." Wu Qingrou said calmly, "Besides, this money comes from the family."
"The family is coming out?" The old man was covered in mist, and he was about to faint from the words: "The family is coming out, but in your own name?"
"Of course." Wu Qingrou said without any guilt.
"Uh... I'm completely dizzy... What's going on?" the old man asked, feeling a little dizzy while stroking his forehead with his hand.
"Moreover, it needs to be a big and special event." Wu Qingju said: "When the time comes, we will invite a theater troupe to set up a stage to perform. So starting from tomorrow, we will start setting up the stage."
"Setting up a stage to sing an opera? Is it so grand?" the old man said in a daze.
"Of course! Sixtieth birthday!" Wu Qingrou waved his hand: "This matter is settled. Starting tomorrow, we will start spreading the news and invite guests and friends. Then, we will watch a show upstairs in Shuiyue."
Seeing the old man chattering endlessly and asking questions, Wu Qingrou frowned and sighed deeply: "There is no need to ask the reason! Just do as I say, and it will be fine!"
"good."
The old man agreed confusedly.
"Don't forget that I funded everything, and you must spread the word as much as possible!" Wu Qingrou still felt uneasy and warned again.
"good."
The old man agreed and left.
Wuwu Qingrou looked at his back, couldn't help but frowned due to a headache, and murmured, "I'm so tired."
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On the second day, starting from the early morning, commotion began in Tianji City. It seemed like a pot of porridge. As the sky became brighter and the sun rose, it gradually started to steam up, heading towards a boil.
Chu Yang finished reciting and meditating, and stood up. He didn't have anything prepared. He just took out a small package from the Nine Tribulations Space, picked it up, and was about to go out.
Zi Xieqing's voice came from next door: "I won't accompany you today. Today is the most important day for Leer to change her body. I want to stay here to protect her."
"good."
Chu Yang agreed.
At this moment, someone raised his voice and asked, "Brother Chu, are you ready?"
It was Han Xiaoran's voice.
"Okay, okay." Chu Yang agreed as he quickly walked out and opened the door of Lanxiang Garden. He was shocked to see Han Xiaoran dressed in a neat black robe, standing outside with his hands behind his hands, nodding and smiling at him.
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"Today is the first day of the Ten Thousand Medicines Ceremony. I'll take you there so we can enter the preliminaries." Han Xiaoran said with a smile.
"Okay." Chu Yang laughed.
"Brother, this first level of pre-selection is just a comparison of natural materials and earthly treasures, without any ingenuity! Are you ready?" Han Xiaoran said: "If brother is not sure, I specially brought a plant here.
Blood sesame that is five thousand years old should be enough."
"I've prepared it myself." Chu Yang smiled slightly: "And I've also prepared one for you."
"Prepared one for me?" Han Xiaoran's eyes widened in surprise.
"I got two red fruits. One of them is used to participate in the Ten Thousand Medicines Ceremony as a stepping stone. The other one is for you to take. Although this red fruit cannot completely cure you, it can make you feel much better.
.And it can last longer." Chu Yang smiled slightly.
Han Xiaoran shook her head disapprovingly: "Brother, I'm not telling you, you take the Ten Thousand Medicines Ceremony too simply. There are tens of thousands of pharmacists gathered here, and since these people dare to come to participate in the Ten Thousand Medicines Ceremony, then.
I’m afraid it’s impossible for a person who doesn’t have any rare things in his hands to enter the Ten Thousand Medicines Canon with just a red fruit.”
"It's naturally impossible for an ordinary red fruit; but what if it's a black blood red fruit?" Chu Yang smiled mysteriously and said, "I got this red fruit from the black blood jungle."
"Black... black blood red fruit?" Han Xiaoran was stunned.
The land in the Black Blood Jungle is a hundred times harder than the outside, and the elixir grown there is definitely a hundred times more valuable than the outside!
And the black blood red fruit is even more priceless!
A typical treasure of heaven and earth, and top quality.
Ordinary red fruits take at least one hundred years to grow before they can bloom, and fifty years to mature. One hundred and fifty years!
But this is absolutely not the case in the Black Blood Jungle.
In other words, in the Black Blood Jungle, this number must be increased a hundred times before the red fruit can mature!
In other words, fifteen thousand years!
But compared to the fifteen thousand years in the black blood jungle... can it be compared to the fifteen thousand years in the outside world? That is simply a world in the sky.
"Did you get the Black Blood Vermilion Fruit?" Han Xiaoran thought of Chu Yang's journey and suddenly had a clever idea: "You didn't come from the Xiao family's specific passage, but walked through the Black Blood Jungle?"
"Does the Xiao family have a specific passage?" Chu Yang felt dizzy.
Han Xiaoran was stunned, the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"You guys are so brave. You actually broke out of the Black Blood Jungle..." Han Xiaoran shook her head and sighed: "And you also got the Black Blood Vermillion Fruit. This is really good luck."
"Haha." Chu Yang smiled: "And it's not an ordinary black blood red fruit. It's a top-notch exquisite ice and snow red fruit."
Han Xiaoran's eyes suddenly darted: "Exquisite ice and snow red fruit?"
Chu Yang chuckled, stretched out his hand from inside the bag, took out an amethyst box, and threw it away: "Brother Han, this is something that only took fifteen thousand years to grow. Eat it quickly."
Bar."
Han Xiaoran hurriedly caught it, her heart pounding: "This is a natural treasure that took fifteen thousand years to mature, and you just throw it away like this?" It hurt so much.
Chu Yang said nonchalantly: "What's this? If I throw it out, it's yours, not mine. Even if it breaks, it's still yours. Why can't I let it go?"
The corners of Han Xiaoran's mouth twitched a few times, feeling a little angry, but there was nothing she could do about it.
These red fruits were grown on the same red fruit tree that Chu Yang got from the Black Blood Jungle. There were thirty-six of them in total. Chu Yang only took out two, so what was there to feel bad about?
When the red fruit tree was obtained, it was only green red fruit; but after entering the Nine Tribulations Space, the Sword Spirit used the characteristics of the Nine Tribulations Space to ripen it in a very short period of time.
Han Xiaoran felt a little pained and said: "Brother, it would be too extravagant and wasteful for you to come up with such a heaven-defying treasure for the preliminary selection of the Ten Thousand Medicines Ceremony..."