"Everyone, please be patient!" In front of the tallest hall in the city lord's palace, the square was already crowded with people. The influential forces like the Song family and the Qin family were arranged in seats on both sides of the square.
The clan heads and elders of each family had already gone to congratulate the city lord Xiao Qiong on his birthday, while the younger ones like Song Jiatong had no choice but to wait in the square.
"I wish City Lord Xiao that you will have this day every year and that you will have this day every year!"
"Blessings are as good as the East China Sea, and life is as long as the Southern Mountains!"
...The noise in the square became louder and louder, but Chen Su and Song Jiatong sat quietly in their seats, closing their eyes and concentrating, not being affected by the warm atmosphere at all, just waiting for birthday wishes.
The end of the martial arts meeting begins. There are also many people from the Qin, Meng, Ning and other factions jumping on the seats, but no one of them looks more lively than the Song family. Except for the three village owners, the people from the Song family come.
Even the three clan elders and the guard general Song Yi, whom Chen Su had never met before, together only had less than ten members of the Song family. Compared with the Qin family and others who had dispatched dozens of people.
It's naturally quite deserted.
In the seats of the Song family, Chen Su and Song Jiatong sat in the center, and right next to them was the Meng family. Meng Wei stared at Song Jiatong from a distance for a long time, almost drooling, but he still endured it.
He stood up and walked towards the Song family's seat. Meng Qi and others were talking. No one noticed Meng Wei's actions. The young man came to Jia Tong alone and smiled, "Why, such a big one
Are you two the only ones left in the Song family now?"
Song Jiatong and Chen Su had already sensed Meng Wei's actions with their mental power, but they didn't want to be like this kid, so they closed their eyes to rest, not even bothering to raise their eyelids, let alone talk to Meng Wei.
Seeing that the two of them were ignoring him, Meng Wei couldn't help but feel that his face was dull, and sneered: "Huh! What's so great? A family that is about to decline, and there is not even a decent person among the descendants. It finally came out last year."
There were three of them, but half of them were destroyed. This year, a woman and a loser were sent out. I think you, the Song family, might as well go back as soon as possible..."
Meng Wei stood there and talked more and more unpleasantly. Although Meng Qi noticed that the youngest brother was not there, he smiled and did not call him back. Meng Wei babbled a dozen words beside Song Jiatong, and Jiatong finally
Unable to hold it back, with a sudden movement of spirit, a soft force directly pushed Meng Wei's body three to four feet away, and he fell on the seat. Meng Wei let out an ouch after the fall, grinning and groaning, while Jia Tong and
Chen Suze remained motionless.
Meng Wei struggled to get up, and the commotion alerted the Meng family. A woman in blue shirt who was standing behind Meng Qi hurriedly stepped over to support Meng Wei, and asked nervously and concernedly: "Brother, what are you doing?
Is it there?" As he asked, he kept checking Meng Wei's arms, back and other places. It seemed that he was afraid that Meng Wei would be injured.
Meng Wei pointed at Song Jiatong with saliva on his face, grinning and said: "Second sister, they hit me, you have to avenge me!"
When the woman in blue shirt heard this, her face turned cold, she stared at Song Jiatong and Chen Su and shouted angrily: "Why do you hit my brother?"
Song Jiatong and Chen Su were still as before, too lazy to talk nonsense, so in response to the question of the woman in blue shirt, they both closed their eyes slightly. Seeing this, the woman in blue shirt became angry and clenched her right fist slightly, in the evil soul state.
Dzogchen's Yuan Power also spread. With her movement of Yuan Power, Meng Qi knew that he would take action if she didn't stop her. He hurriedly shouted from behind: "Xinrong, come back!"
Meng Qi's words were like an order, which made Meng Xinrong tremble. She suppressed her anger and turned around and said, "Brother, they actually bully my younger brother. How can we just sit idly by and ignore them?"
"Second sister!" Meng Qi's expression became more serious, "Listen to my brother, now is not the time to fight with others. Don't you know what day it is today and where this place is? Don't cause trouble for everyone."
"Brother, they just beat me." Meng Wei's face was full of grievances, as if he didn't understand why his elder brother, who had always protected him, seemed to be a different person today.
"Shut up! Go back to your seat honestly." Meng Qi scolded angrily, as if he was really angry. Meng Wei was so frightened that he mumbled twice, but he didn't dare to say anything and replied obediently.
When they arrived at their seat, Meng Xinrong could only sigh softly, followed Meng Wei and kept comforting her brother who was still unconvinced. Meng Qi glanced at Song Jiatong's position, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and turned around
Sitting on his seat.
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More and more people gathered in the square, and it was almost full. It was almost noon, and the sixteen palace doors suddenly opened, and the square instantly became silent. Looking along the palace doors, I saw the throne in the center of the hall.
Above, a handsome and majestic middle-aged man sits high. Behind him, fourteen guards line up on both sides, and birthday congratulators from each family stand below with their heads bowed respectfully.
The man on the throne looked very ambitious, and he was undoubtedly the city lord Xiao Qiong. After the palace door was opened, someone took the lead in the square, and thousands of people shouted in unison: "I wish the city lord a long life, may the sun and the moon last forever!"
Xiao Qiong looked at it with satisfaction for a while, then smiled and bowed her hands. When everyone stopped chanting, Xiao Qiong leaned forward slightly on the throne and said proudly: "Today is the day of humiliation. Please forgive me."
Xiao Qiong is so honored to come to our house. I have prepared a little wine and set up a rough banquet. I would like to ask you to appreciate it." After Xiao Qiong said this, he waved his hand to the front, and among the guards behind him, a strong man stepped forward.
He came out and said loudly to everyone: "The city lord has an order. Banquets have been set up on the left and right sides. Everyone is invited to go. No one is allowed in the square. The martial arts meeting will begin soon. The city lord invites all the family heads and clan heads to watch the martial arts together.
"As soon as this person finished speaking, nearly a hundred guards who had been prepared in the square began to evacuate the crowd and guided them to separate seats in the two compartments.
Not long after, no one was left in a huge square. In addition to the juniors from each family waiting on the seats, those who came to participate in the martial arts competition in their personal capacity also stood outside the venue. Seeing this scene, Xiao Qiong stood up from his seat.
He stood up slowly and said in a solemn voice: "Everyone, Xiao is a martial artist. I think you all know it. I think I have wasted my time for sixty years. Although I have made some small achievements, I still feel inferior compared to the experts."
, as the saying goes, an old man can only dream of a thousand miles, so the younger generation should work harder, otherwise a century-old family business will be destroyed in one day. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of everyone gathering together, I want the younger generations of the family to show their fists in front of the elders.
Let’s also see which family’s descendants are the pillars of talent.”
His Highness, everyone raised their hands to greet him: "City Lord Xiao has a far-sighted vision and has thought carefully about it for us. We will definitely live up to our expectations, but City Lord is the one who is right and forward-looking."
Xiao Qiong nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "But in order to give the disciples some motivation, Xiao still set up a special reward." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a guard behind him held out a gourd.
Xiao Qiong looked at the large and small wine jars and said, "This is a jar of Drunken Immortal Drink. It was brewed by the Wine Saint Luo Wangsun. At that time, the Wine Saint spent several years and obtained a total of twelve jars. Later he used one of them
Third, I exchanged five Luo Ling Pills with Medicine King Sun Si, and Sun Si laughed and made a profit."
"Luoling Pill?" Your Highness, everyone gasped when they heard this. This is a treasure that can help people advance to the Shezun Realm. In this way, this jar of Drunk Immortal Drink is more than enough to exchange for a Luoling Pill. Unexpectedly, this year's martial arts competition will be so popular.
How could Joan be so generous?
Seeing everyone's surprised look, Xiao Qiong became even more proud, "Xiao spent a lot of money to buy only two altars of Zuixianyin. He donated one of them to the Beizhu Palace a few days ago. He originally wanted to keep this one."
Today I am having a drink with everyone, but unfortunately there is less wine and more people, so I am simply taking advantage of the juniors who won the championship."
After Xiao Qiong's words fell, most of the heads of the family's eyes flashed. If Zui Xian Drink can really be exchanged for two Luo Ling Pills, then no matter whose family gets it, it won't take a year to stand out in Moji City. The medicine.
The name of the king has been resounding in the northern Xinjiang for many years. Not only is this person highly skilled in cultivation, but his pharmaceutical skills are second to none in Dongjing Kingdom. However, he has a weird personality. To get a pill from him is no different than reaching the sky.
, but with this Zuixianyin, the situation is different.
"Lu Yun." Xiao Qiong looked at the whispers of the heads of His Highness's family. It was obvious that he was very interested in this drunken fairy drink, which was exactly what he wanted. "Please draw lots and prepare for the martial arts meeting."
"Yes!" The strong man who was the first to come out stepped up to His Highness and said in a clear voice: "Patriarchs and heads of families, please draw lots to determine the order." After that, he took out a bamboo tube with more than a dozen sticks inserted in it.
A lot was drawn. All the family heads gathered around Lu Yun, just waiting to draw lots.
The three Song Yan brothers, three clan elders, and the guard commander Song Yi stood together. A clan elder whispered: "Song Yan, it's up to you to draw this lot." Song Yan looked around, except for Qin
, Apart from the three families of Meng and Ning, the others are all weaker families, and among the three families, the Qin family is the strongest.
"Please ask Master Song to draw lots." After the Qin, Meng, and Ning families drew lots, Lu Yun came to Song Yan's side with a kind smile on his face.
Song Yan raised his hand to Lu Yun, and then drew a bamboo stick in the bamboo tube. Lu Yun bowed his head to signal, and then went to let others draw lots. After everyone had drawn lots, Lu Yun said loudly: "Everyone, draw lots."
There are numbers on them all, and the ones that are the same are a group."
"three."
"five."
"two."
Everyone read out the signature numbers on their hands. Song Yan lowered his head and saw a red painted word "five" printed on the signature. He followed the sound and found it was Meng Xianchong, the patriarch of the Meng family. The old man held it in his hand with great interest.
The bamboo stick in his hand was also looking for his opponent. Song Yan raised the bamboo stick in his hand slightly, and Meng Xianchong couldn't help but frown. This really meant that enemies would never get together.