The guests all arrived, and the banquet began. For a while, they drank and drank, chatted and laughed happily.

The elders were in one circle, and the young men were in another circle. In addition to offering congratulatory gifts and some polite words, they were discussing some interesting things in Donghai City today, or what was happening in Donghai Mansion.

Unknowingly, someone actually mentioned Qingzhou City.

"It is said that the remains of that man appeared in Qingzhou City, and nephew Xia Xian went there in person. I wonder if this is the case?" Someone asked, looking at Xia Fan.

That person naturally refers to Emperor Ye Qing, but Emperor Ye Qing is a taboo figure in Eastern China, so in this public place, everyone even avoids speaking his name directly.

"It is true, but there is a demon king or even a higher-level snow ape demon guarding there. No one can enter, and my brother died in the hands of that demon beast." Xia Feng said.

"What Palace Master Xia said is indeed true. My little girl was so lively that she even ran to Qingzhou City. Indeed, no one can get close there. It is said that the road was blocked by monsters." Lin Xiyue's father also spoke, and many people nodded. In fact, many important people have sent people to Qingzhou City, but they have gained nothing.

"If it's a demon king or even higher, not even us, not even Nandou Kingdom can do anything about it," someone sighed.

Ye Futian felt depressed when he heard this. Senior Snow Monkey refused to go out of the mountain. Otherwise, he would not have been careful in Donghai City. He could have walked sideways in Nan Dou Kingdom. He was wondering if he should go back and persuade Senior Snow Monkey if he had the chance. ?

"Brother Lin, niece Xiyue is now sixteen years old, and she is becoming more and more beautiful." Prince Luo looked at Lin Xiyue in the crowd behind him, his beautiful eyes a little shy.

"My lord, you are so complimentary." Father Lin said with a smile.

"Have you ever been married?" Prince Luo asked with a smile.

"No, but this girl is still young. Now she still focuses on her practice. There is no rush." ​​Lin's father responded.

"That's right, but there seem to be many young talents at this banquet, and we can get in touch with them." Prince Luo said with a smile.

"Speaking of young heroes, Zhou Mu, a disciple of the Painting Saint, is said to have reached the five-star glory realm." Father Lin looked at Zhou Mu behind the Painting Saint.

"Teacher taught well." Zhou Mu greeted with a smile.

"Nandou Kai next to brother Wenshan is no worse than this kid." The painting saint looked at Nandou Wenshan, quite modestly.

"This kid is a little older. Although his talent is good, he seems to be a little behind compared to Zhou Mu. He needs to work harder." Nandou Wenshan said.

"Is she okay?" Painting Saint asked suddenly. Nandou Wenshan's eyes froze, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Song Mei is still the same."

"I heard that her daughter is back and she is extremely outstanding. My disciple often bothers me and wants to meet her." The Painting Sage continued, and everyone showed a strange look. The Painting Sage really wanted to bring his disciple together with Nandou. He didn't mind at all that the daughter of the noble family was the daughter of Qin Mo. She probably loved Wujiwu, after all, the painter's feelings for that person were extremely sincere.

"Jieyu is indeed extremely good, and he is currently practicing in Ziwei Palace of Donghai Academy." Nandou Wenshan said with a smile.

When Ye Futian heard this, his heart was slightly disturbed. The Painting Sage actually wanted to bring his disciples together to reconcile?

Moreover, Nandou Wenshan seems to be Shi Niang’s brother and Jie Yu’s uncle.

"The talent of interpreting words in Ziwei Palace is also the best. It is difficult to find someone who can match it in the entire Donghai Academy." The old man from Ziwei Palace said with a smile. Hua Jieyu was practicing in Ziwei Palace, and he naturally Learned a lot about the situation.

"With so many of you praising one person at the same time, it makes me want to meet this daughter of the Nan Dou family." Prince Luo said with a bold smile.

"Hua Jieyu?" Xia Fan's lips curved into an evil smile, and he glanced at Ye Futian who was playing the piano. At the bank of Qingzhou Lake in Qingzhou City, he witnessed with his own eyes that the relationship between Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian was unusual.

What would happen if the Nandou family knew that there was an unclear ambiguity between Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian?

Thinking of this, Xia Fan showed an interesting smile on his face. Of course, there are many ways to crush Ye Futian to death, but it doesn't have to be this way. If he talks about Hua Jieyu on this occasion, he may have an unclear relationship with Ye Futian.

I am afraid that it will also offend the Nandou family. As a big family, the most important thing is face. Now that Hua Jieyu is the most valued apple of their Nandou family, I am afraid that they will not allow any stain to fall on her.

As if he felt something, Ye Futian raised his head and glanced at Xia Fan. At this moment, everyone was talking about Hua Jieyu. He immediately understood what Xia Fan might be thinking, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Xia Fan has a sinister, treacherous and extremely despicable character, which he had experienced in Qingzhou City.

"When I have the opportunity, I will bring Jieyu to pay a visit to the prince." Nandou Wenshan heard what Prince Luo said and said with a smile: "Don't keep talking about Jieyu. There are so many talented people here today, and the prince is so elegant, shouldn't he show it?

Ichiban?"

"That's right, it's just a good time to see my young genius from Donghai City." Someone agreed with a smile.

Prince Luo seemed to be a little interested, so he said, "In that case, if any of you guys are willing to show off your skills and show your hands to the elders here, if I am happy, I will definitely reward you heavily."

"Xiyue, how about you come first?" Prince Luo's eyes fell on Lin Xiyue.

Lin Xiyue blinked, then nodded with a smile, walked out with a light step, stood in the middle of the crowd, and said: "Your Majesty, Xiyue has shown her embarrassment."

As she spoke, water-attribute auras gathered around her body. Her hands danced slowly. The water-attribute auras seemed to follow her hands, gathering and forming in the air. Gradually, they turned into

He made a huge sign of "longevity" and then slowly drifted towards Prince Luo. When he arrived in front of Prince Luo, he dispersed again.

"Girl Xiyue has already become a mage in the three-star glory realm. It's so fast and wonderful." Prince Luo praised her.

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Lin Xiyue smiled and bowed, then stepped back.

"I dance for the prince." A young man walked out with a sword on his body. Then the sword in his hand danced, and the heaven and earth produced the sword intention. Every time the sword passed by, it left a stroke in the air. When the sword dance ended, the sword

The mind condenses and never disperses, turning into the font of four swords, and has a long life.

"Okay." Many people smiled and praised. After that, young people came out one after another and congratulated Prince Luo in various ingenious ways, and also showed off their talents and strength. It seemed casual and natural, and the atmosphere at the banquet was excellent.

"Brother Hua, shouldn't your disciple Zhou Mu show off his skills?" Someone said with a smile, the painting's surname was Hua.

"You go." The Painting Saint whispered.

"Yes, teacher." Zhou Mu nodded and walked forward, holding a pen in his hand. Then he spread a large piece of paper on the golden carpet. He squatted slightly and began to draw.

"It's not easy to see Zhou Mu take action. It seems that the disciples of Painting Saint are in for a treat today." There was a young man behind who admired Zhou Mu quite a lot.

"I have never seen a summoner take action, I don't know what it is like." A girl's beautiful eyes flashed, and they all looked at Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu painted extremely fast and with an extraordinary demeanor. Prince Luo praised him: "Brother Hua, at your age, you are already a disciple of everyone."

"Indeed." Everyone around them agreed and praised. Even Yunrou and the others would cast admiring glances when they danced. Ye Futian lowered his head to play the piano, and he was actually paying attention to the movements around him.

I thought back then that the teacher and the painting saint were old rivals and love rivals, and they snatched the master's wife from such a figure as the painting saint. It is conceivable that the magnificence of the generation of piano demons back then, if they had not been deposed, would have been like the painting saint Jin Xi.

Being respected by others, thinking about such a gap makes me feel even sadder for the teacher.

Zhou Mu painted and Ye Futian played the piano. One was a disciple of the Painting Saint and the other was a disciple of the Demonic Qin. However, everyone's eyes were on Zhou Mu.

Finally, when the painting was completed, a fire phoenix flew out of the painting, covered in flames, surrounding the sky, making a phoenix cry, and flew to Prince Luo to dance.

"good."

"Wonderful."

"The phoenix represents auspiciousness, a good omen, and I am worthy of being a little painting saint." Everyone praised, and Prince Luo also showed an appreciative smile and said: "There are rewards for many things."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhou Mu bowed slightly and then stepped back.

"When I saw Zhou Mu, I remembered another person. Nandou Ku went to the Qin Garden a few days ago and met Hua Fengliu." Nandou Wenshan said lightly. In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on him. Qin Mo, replied

Donghai City?

"However, Hua Fengliu is now a useless person. He is protected by Tang Lan and has a disciple."

"Is it useless?" Everyone showed a strange look, and the painting saint's eyes also fluctuated slightly, and he said lightly: "What a pity."

"What a pity, as the flowers are still flowing, I'm afraid I won't have the face to appear in front of your painting saint." One person said with a smile.

"That's right, Hua Fengliu overestimated his own abilities and brought humiliation upon himself. He didn't expect that he would have the dignity to come back as a useless person. How can he train him by accepting a disciple? When he meets Zhou Mu, I'm afraid he will have to lower his head and take a detour."

"Now that I'm living under someone else's roof, I'm still dreaming about it." Many people spoke up one after another, taunting and trying to please the painting sage.

Xia Fan's eyes fell on Ye Futian, and his teasing intention became even stronger. He wanted to see if Ye Futian would continue to cower there.

Just when everyone was talking and laughing, the clang of the piano came faintly, and the style changed suddenly. The music gradually went from low to high, cheerful and sonorous, gradually, like fairy music. Gradually, Yunrou and other dancing people fell into the music.

The dance steps became more and more random, and the long skirt fluttered like a fairy.

Amidst the music of the piano, the young man felt gradually excited, drinking, chatting and laughing. The elders were also in high spirits, and the whole banquet seemed to be pushed to a climax by the music of the piano.

"What kind of music is this?" The painting saint suddenly noticed something and looked towards Ye Futian. Not only him, but also the big shots noticed something strange. Their emotions were actually affected by the music.

Looking at the young men, they all seemed extremely excited. The women on the stage were even more immersed in the dance music and couldn't extricate themselves.

Behind the stage, a handsome young man plays the piano quietly, as if he is alone in the world.

The young man's face was so handsome that he outshone all the other young men at the banquet. When he played the piano, there was even more magic about him, which was natural and integrated into the music.

"Nishang Yuyiqu, who are you?" The painting saint's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a voice directly interrupted the sound of the piano. Everyone also woke up from that artistic conception, and couldn't help but look at the artist in shock.

Handsome young violinist.

I saw the young man slowly raising his head. His eyes were clear and clean, without any humility. He looked at Prince Luo in front of him. The young man slowly said: "Ye Futian, a disciple of Qin Demon, sang a song of colorful feathers. On behalf of the master, I wish the prince a happy birthday."

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