Although Jiayuan City is the largest city in Lanzhou, it is not the capital of Lanzhou.
It is only because of the Xianglu Grand Canal that runs through the north and south of Vietnam, as well as several other water and land arteries, that it has developed rapidly in the past hundred years, surpassing the prefectural city of Lancheng.
But in terms of cultural heritage, after all, it still lags behind Lancheng, which has been a city for thousands of years.
Although it is the middle of winter, Lan City is extremely lively inside and outside.
You know, it is different from the Jingjiao Society, which is a new force that has only been dominating the Villa for a few years.
The Five Color Gate has actually been passed down for five generations for hundreds of years, and has long been a part of Lan City.
There are also countless Jianghu people carrying swords on their backs, galloping on horseback from hundreds of miles away.
Just to celebrate the 50th birthday of the leader of the Five Color Sect.
In the arena of Lanzhou, this birthday banquet invitation already has another name - the hero invitation!
After entering the city, Xie Duanyang and the other two dismounted from their horses two or three miles away from the Five Color Gate Main Altar.
It’s not that there are any rules in Wusemen about dismounting from the horse and untying the sword, but there are so many people coming to pay homage to the birthday that the horses can’t run.
"Wusemen was very low-key in the first two years, but this time the effort is really big!"
Looking at the heads shaking the people in the world, Xie Chao sighed, his eyes unavoidably showing envy and yearning.
Xie Duanyang put his hands into his sleeves and didn't say a word, but frowned slightly.
The Five Color Gate Main Altar occupies a large area, but with tens of thousands of people gathering here, the smell and sound are a bit unbearable.
For a moment, Xie Duanyang regretted taking this trip.
There are so many people from all walks of life, from all walks of life, that it is impossible to fit them all in.
As early as when the invitations were sent out, the five-color gates were differentiated based on their status and proximity.
People who are well-known in a city can enter the main altar.
But for the fifty or sixty innermost seats, only the top brass of big gangs and top-notch individual masters are eligible.
As for those who don’t have invitations, of course they won’t be chased away. There will be a flowing banquet on the street for seven days in a row, so you can enjoy it on the table.
Xie Chao took out the letter and handed it to the disciple of the Five Color Sect who was in charge of entertaining in front of the main altar.
The young disciple, who had a cold temperament at first, was shocked and hurriedly used his internal energy to raise a voice to notify the people inside.
"Chief Xie of the Siping Gang in Jiayuan City, here comes Master Xie!"
Hearing the sound, the steward who was greeting other guests immediately rushed forward with a smile on his face.
For a moment, small ripples exploded in the crowd of onlookers.
"I have never heard of the Siping Gang. Is it worthy of Protector Chen to come forward in person?!"
"That's right, even the 'White Horse Silver Sword' Zhuo Shaoxia didn't get this treatment just now?!"
……
"What do you know?"
A certain bearded man who happened to know some inside information triumphantly drank half a bottle of wine.
Looking at his fellow drinkers like a country bumpkin, the big man showed off loudly in a voice that could be heard by several tables around him.
"That's because the Five Color Sect is looking for Master Xie's sake.
The "White Horse Silver Sword" became famous in one fell swoop, didn't it rely on killing the three leaders of Wuhu Village with a single sword on Wuba Ridge?
You think he relies on his own ability.
Bah!
It's just that his family has money and bought him a sword made by a master..."
As soon as these words came out, the people next to him immediately became excited.
"What, the Jade Dragon Sword was actually made by this master. I thought it was a treasure left by some senior?"
Judging from his appearance, if they weren't worried about the Five Color Sect disciples who had separated Xie Duanyang, many people would have rushed over to surround him.
They were talking here, and over there, Xie Chao had also sent the birthday gift he had prepared.
It’s still a magical weapon that can be refined with a hundred words. Anyway, Xie Duanyang still has more than ten mouths of this thing.
If you give it away, you won’t lose any weight at all.
As soon as you enter the inner hall, you seem to have entered two completely different worlds, and it feels much quieter immediately.
At this time, many of the heroes inside knew Xie Duanyang's identity, and they all looked at him with interest.
A few impatient ones were already walking towards here with wine glasses in their hands.
Xie Duanyang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, dealing with them casually, but his mind was already on other places.
This is the birthday banquet for Li Tianhai, the leader of the Five Colors Sect, so he naturally deserves to be in the main seat.
The two sons separated themselves to receive the distinguished guests for him.
However, the white-haired old man at the top of his right hand is not any famous master in the world.
There are no signs of success in martial arts such as temple bulges, and breathing and breathing are ordinary.
However, everyone in the hall can see that Li Tianhai attaches great importance to the old man.
Whenever a curious person wanted to go over to inquire and make friends, he would secretly send his two sons away.
Gradually, a circle appeared around the old man, which was particularly eye-catching.
The old man didn't realize it. He only occasionally said a few words to the young man in white next to him, and spent the rest of the time drinking by himself.
"There are actually monks here, but I don't know if they are disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain or have something to do with them."
Xie Duanyang smiled in surprise and glanced at the three leather bags hanging on the opponent's waist.
Two spirit animal bags and one storage bag.
Perhaps because he felt that there was no need to hide anything in the secular world, the other party released his spiritual power in a big way, and he actually looked like he was at the ninth or tenth level of Qi training.
Of course, considering his age and appearance, being able to touch the peak of the thirteenth level of qi training before he is dead is already the limit.
On the other hand, the young man next to him who looks about 40-50% similar to him looks like he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he has already reached the fifth level of Qi training, so he should have good qualifications.
It’s just that he should concentrate on his practice and not be distracted by chores.
The young man has a storage bag and a spirit beast bag that can’t be seen.
Slowly drinking half a cup of blue-green wine, the old man tapped his fingers on the table.
In fact, as a cultivator, he is too lazy to attend such a banquet for mortals.
However, my grandson Tianyun has been cultivating in the family since he was a child and has rarely seen outside scenes, so he is inevitably curious.
This time he broke through the realm and clamored to come over to see the fun, so he brought him over with him.
"In another ten years, when the next Immortal Ascension Conference is held, Yun'er should be able to cultivate to about the eleventh level and earn a Foundation Building Pill.
After joining the sect, depending on his qualifications, as long as he accumulates some merit, he may be able to get another one.
When the time comes, with two foundation-building pills in hand, there is great hope for foundation-building.
My branch is proud and proud, and we no longer need to perform tasks for the disciples of the main house and waste time on mortals."
Little did he know that he would be invaded by the Six Demonic Sects.
The old man was enjoying the bright future of his own lineage, when he saw the eldest son of the Five Color Sect Master coming softly, leaned into the white-haired old man's ear, and whispered a few words.
The old man surnamed Han sighed softly and raised his head.
Where my eyes fell, it happened to be where Xie Duanyang and his wife were sitting.
This chapter has been completed!