In February and mid-spring, the grass grows and orioles fly.
At the top of Kunggang, the sea breeze blows on your face.
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Something seems wrong.
Kungang Snow Mountain has never seen the sea in all eternity, but here in Jianzhou, there is a sea.
Among the mountains, there are endless waves of water. Who dares to say that it is not the sea?
In the middle of the sea, on a small island that can be called "Jianzhou" Island, the flowers are blooming and it is very popular.
Long Yuan put a lot of thought into it.
There is a mountain in the center of Jianzhou Island. On the south side of the mountain, facing the sun, there have long been carved jade railings, and numerous flower beds have been built, where rare flowers and rare plants from all over the world are planted. Those flower rails have obviously been carefully designed by master craftsmen.
, not only make all kinds of flowers and trees of different colors full of vitality, but the flowers are in clusters, and they match each other appropriately and complement each other. They are neither messy nor overshadowed. Even the fragrance of the flowers is enclosed by the railings.
There is only a faint fragrance in the air, and the fragrance is never too mixed or strong. Only by getting closer and smelling carefully can you smell the unique fragrance of the flowers.
Beyond the flower fence is the venue, which is vaguely divided into three areas. However, they are not blocked by fences, but are separated by two clear streams, with tables and chairs arranged in each area. Even in the most compact area, the tables and chairs are
It is clean and tidy, and the furnishings are well-proportioned without being cramped at all. There are vases on all the tables and one or two flowers that fit the occasion, just like a Qionglin Banquet in the Imperial Garden.
However, the human area pales in comparison to the areas and the sky area. Especially the sky area, which is as large as the human area, has only twenty-four seats, one per seat, but every two seats are close to each other, just like the yin and yang fish surrounding them.
They are adjacent to each other. There are a total of twelve pairs of seats, distributed in a semicircle around the Qingxi River, neither losing order nor feeling alienated. There is an open space in the center of the semicircle, presumably reserved for the forum.
Just by decorating the venue, it can be seen that Long Yuan has put a lot of effort into making people feel at home. Even though it was cloudy before the banquet started, when we arrived at the venue, the sun shone, the flowers were scented, and the whole house was filled with joy and joy.
stand up.
In the morning, everyone in the human area took their seats first. As they sat down, there was melodious music playing, which was relaxing and soothing. However, there was no band at the scene, and I didn’t know who was playing it. When everyone took their seats in the area, the music rhythm accelerated, and streams of water spewed out of the clear stream.
It looks like a lotus flower blooming, which is a flower fountain.
When entering the sky area, the music rhythm is more lively, high-spirited and intense, adding to the joy and encouragement. Outside the fountain, countless petals fall from the sky, blowing gently in the wind, just like a dream.
"The sky is filled with flowers, and the ground is filled with golden lotuses... the imagery is pretty good."
Tang Zhao admired in his heart, and was ushered in by a young woman. The Talisman Sword Masters in the Tian District were specially greeted and entered in order. Even everyone would play a new song when they entered. The music style was different, and it was probably the same as
Everyone cooperated, giving everyone time to focus their attention. When Tang Zhao entered the arena, there was thunderous applause, and many Talisman sword masters stood up and clapped and cheered. Obviously, in the past two days, his aura is still dazzling.
Under the focus of everyone's attention, Tang Zhao was nervous at first, then gradually calmed down. He stopped looking away, and gradually opened his eyes to take in the surroundings. He saw his senior brothers and acquaintances in the sky area, and saw friends and strangers in the human area.
He also saw more powerful and strange warriors not far away. His eyes swept past, but their eyes followed him.
This feeling of being the center of attention is like a ray of light on your back when you are not used to it, but once you are used to it, you gradually become immersed in it.
After sitting down, Tang Zhaofang calmed down and nodded to Wu Yunfei at the next table.
At this time, the venue changed to another kind of music, the rain of petals stopped, but a circular path of petals spread out around it, like a carpet.
The music is more solemn and elegant. The sound of Huang Zhong and Da Lu seems to be mixed with the roar of a dragon. Countless mist rises from the water. The mist becomes tangled and turns into white clouds. The clouds twist into a high platform, which is built on the clear stream, with both ends
They all have dragon patterns and are very gorgeous.
Tang Zhao suddenly thought of the dragon-shaped cloud floating in the sky when he first arrived at Baicheng. It seemed that there was a talisman in Longyuan to make clouds. As the saying goes, the wind follows the tiger and the clouds follow the dragon. This is also true for Longyuan's ability to control clouds.
As the clouds condensed into the stage, several people came out from the back to take their seats. There was a wave of applause, and I don't know who started to applaud. Anyway, the applause was very neat, and Tang Zhao couldn't help but follow it a few times.
Is this the distinguished guest on the podium?
Oh, and there are acquaintances.
Tang Zhao saw the most familiar young man at a glance, and smiled softly, feeling a bit as expected. But then he saw the man next to him, and couldn't help but be startled.
That seems to be...
"when--"
As soon as the golden bell rang, a man walked up to the stage, dressed in a formal dress and perfectly groomed. It was Qi Yuheng, who said loudly: "Comrades and friends, the spring breeze is blowing in February, and the flowers are blooming in Jianzhou. Here we are full of vitality.
, in these prosperous days, welcome to the quadrennial Mid-Spring Talisman Fair..."
There was thunderous applause, Qi Yuheng's voice was clear, and after speaking a series of welcome words, he introduced the distinguished guests on Baiyuntai.
"First of all, I would like to thank the Prince of Snow Mountain for coming to Fuhui. Long Yuan is very flattered."
"Wang Fei", who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, gave a slight greeting. All the Talisman Sword Masters didn't have time to applaud and hurriedly stood up to salute.
The Crown Prince of Snow Mountain is a serious royal family, with golden branches and jade leaves. Although the royal family is declining now, and there are many imperial decrees not to leave the capital, the royal power is still there. The emperor is still the emperor, the lord of the country, and the royal family is still the nobles of the sky, high and above. Not to mention the snow mountain
The king is a local king with real power, and is not comparable to other princes. Although the fu sword masters are arrogant, they are mostly from good backgrounds, educated and knowledgeable about etiquette. There are not many people who deviate from the tradition, especially in the Central Plains, which is not as good as the border states of Liang, Yun, and Ling.
The county still recognized the imperial court and did not dare to lack etiquette towards the prince.
The prince raised his hand to support him, smiled and said goodbye, looked at Tang Zhao extra, and nodded slightly in greeting.
Qi Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief. Long Yuan was originally from the former Yamen, and he was more in awe of the imperial power. After introducing this unparalleled distinguished guest, he continued: "One of the distinguished guests present is the Master of Long Yuan Beichen Palace."
The old man next to him stood up to greet him, and Tang Zhao thought secretly: It was indeed him.
This palace master is obviously an acquaintance, the same palace master I have seen in my memories!
Two hundred years ago, he was the palace master, and two hundred years later, he is still the palace master! Compared to his memories, he is only a little older, but his energy is still quite good.
Has Master Beichen lived for such a long time?
Isn't he the ninth generation of Beichen? Longyuan was established only a few hundred years ago, and when it was passed down to the ninth generation, each generation lasted only a few decades. Why didn't he pass it on to the next generation?
It's not impossible. Although swordsmen can't add much to their life span, a hundred years is about the same. But when you reach swordsman level and above, you can gradually live longer. Isn't it strange that ordinary swordsmen can live for three to four hundred years?
So, the realm of this palace master must be very high, right?
"Zhang Shousong, the great elder of the Kunyu Sword Sect."
"The Supreme Elder of Donghua Sect..."
"The eminent monk of Lingtai Temple..."
"Taiyue Sword Sect..."
Most of the people in the high seats at the banquet were high-level officials from major sects who came to watch the ceremony, so they could sit together with the master of Beichen Hall. Most of these major sects were martial arts sects, but their levels were much higher than what Tang Zhao had received in the invitation.
For example, the Kunyu Sword Sect is clearly the sect of the Kunyu Lower Court, so they set up a mountain gate on Kunggang. Every year, the Lower Court harvests hundreds of thousands of people, and only a few can be selected to join the Kunyu Sword Sect.
Any sword sect in the world that can be called a sword sect is a top sect, and most of them are even mysterious and hidden sects. This is because those who can be called a sword sect must have a legacy of swordsmen, and there are many swordsmen, swordsman masters, and even dedicated sword-forging sects.
Masters, steadily producing swordsmen from generation to generation. Some sects are even inherited by sword immortals and have the legacy of sword immortals. Even if there are no top masters for a while, no one dares to look down upon them.
These large sects are not in the ordinary world, and most of them only hear their names but never see their people. Except for the local Kunyu Sword Sect who attends the talisman meeting all year round, the others who come to cheer are specially to cheer for Long Yuan. This is also a way for Long Yuan to show his connections.
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Of course, in terms of power, the seven major forces themselves are not inferior to these sword sects, but they are all juniors, so they sit at the bottom. If there is an elder who comes and takes the first seat, he can also sit on the stage.
After introducing the distinguished guests, Qi Yuheng asked the distinguished guests to say a few words. The Prince of Snow Mountain did not speak, so the Master of Beichen Palace stood up and spoke first.
Tang Zhao was listening below, and he listened politely at first, but the other party's speech became longer and longer, and he gradually fell asleep. He had to pinch himself to wake up. It was really that his position was not good, so
There are acquaintances on stage under Yuntai's nose, so if he falls asleep, it may not have a good impact.
The Master of Beichen Hall kept talking, as if he wanted to take out all the words he had accumulated over the past two hundred years of sealing his sect. He was just talking about the general trend of the Fu Sword Master world, the future of Fu Shi, and bragging about his sect.
By the way, I would like to mention the young talents present. Tang Zhao heard his name several times, and suddenly became excited in his daze.
When the master of Beichen Palace finished speaking, everyone applauded warmly. Then the first tea break was held. The maid served tea fruits and everyone chatted casually.
According to the process, the communication link will be carried out below.
Tang Zhao became nervous, his lips moved slightly, and he saw a disciple approaching and said: "Sword Master Tang, are you ready?"
Tang Zhao was startled and said: "Shouldn't the wine ceremony be the first to talk? Should I arrange it in the afternoon?"
The first day of the communication session of the Fuhui was the theme communication. Jijiu went on stage first to give a theme lecture. It took an hour or two to talk. Tang Zhao waited until he was almost finished and then went up to talk about his own. Why go there so early in the morning?
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By the way, didn’t you see the sacrificial wine on the stage just now? Shouldn’t you also be sitting on the podium?
He also wanted to see what the sacrificial wine covered in crocodile skin looked like.
The disciple looked troubled and said: "Master Jijiu suddenly felt unwell and was still resting, so he temporarily moved to the last one. You can start first. The master of the hall knows that it is difficult to start the show, so he will go on stage and talk about a little trick to warm up the show.
Then you go up. It’s best if you give us a little more time. If the sacrificial wine can’t come, everyone will have to fill up the time.”
Tang Zhao pursed his lips, and felt more and more disgusted with the Jiujiu and Long Yuan. He wanted to change the order in the morning and evening, leaving all the trouble to others. But he didn't know where the mistake was this time. It couldn't be the Jijiu Bar again.
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But now, with all the manuscripts in his stomach, finishing the talk early would relieve him of the heavy burden, so he didn’t refuse. Let’s get started——