In the suburbs of Jiankang City, there are green willows and smoke, pink and pink clouds, crisp wind and bright sun, dancing swallows and orioles singing. It is the time for outing in spring with bright makeup and light horse hooves.
On the occasion of the Jiujiang Festival in early April, headed by the three princes of the Jin Dynasty, "Situ and Record of the Secretariat of the State Council Wang Tingzhi", "Sikong and Minister of the Order Pan Yangming", and "Grand Sima and General Gao Qingyue", hundreds of civil and military officials gathered outside Jiankang.
Yanziji offers sacrifices to the river and to the sky.
After the ceremony, the officials returned to court, and the area was flooded with spring outings. On the river, the sun was shining brightly, the waves were shining, and the boats on the boathouses were as dense as crucian carp on the river, crisscrossing each other. The nobles and ladies were in full swing, most of them in gorgeous clothes.
Dressed in beautiful makeup, wearing jade and gold, they all drove cars and boats, admiring flowers and climbing cliffs. There were people in groups of eight or nine, shaking their fans lightly, talking and laughing; playing drums, dancing swords; or reciting poems.
Yes, roaring and singing loudly; or getting drunk and indulgent in sex; or playing chess on a chess board, picking up lice and discussing Tao; or fighting cocks and throwing pots, pointing at the sky and cursing the earth...
"Gululu——" On the gambling table of Huafang, a chaos stone dice slowly stopped rotating, with the bright red point facing up. The chaos stone is produced from the chaotic abyss of the endless sea. It can isolate the clear and turbid air, and is often jailed by the government.
Forge shackles to bind monks, or make gambling equipment to prevent cheating and cheating.
"Haha, you lost again! Xiaosanyan, you have a bad hand lately!" A rough young man turned his head and took a sip of the five-stone powder floating out of the golden furnace, waved his arms and laughed wildly. He had an embroidered sweat on his shoulders.
She was wearing a scarf, with her breasts exposed, and her lower body only wearing a pair of calf-nose silk trousers, lying in a pool of fragrant flower dew.
In the center of the wine pool, a crystal clear glass gambling table floated. Silver plates and jade cups flowed with the wine waves, containing various delicacies from the mountains and seas. The white-faced young man at the next table cursed and pushed away a dozen pieces of honey jade in front of him.
Past.
"Play a few more games to change your luck? Maybe you can get your money back in the next one." The rough young man grabbed a piece of honey jade, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. The honey jade melted when it met the water, turning into a sweet and mellow jade liquid that flowed in
Part of the inner organs moistens the sea of qi, and the other part slowly penetrates into the Zifu.
Honey jade is also known as the "monk's coin". It can not only increase the turbid energy of martial arts, but also improve the pure energy of martial arts. It is a hard currency traded in the cultivation world and a commonly used cultivation resource for disciples of aristocratic families. It can only be found deep in the jade veins.
Produced in small quantities.
"I've lost all my monthly money for a year, and you're still playing tricks!" The white-faced boy turned the tortoiseshell ring on his middle finger and stood up from the wine pool angrily. The maids on both sides came forward to wipe away the wine stains and put on his clothes.
Clothing.
The rough young man grinned and stuffed a piece of honey jade into the maid's plump buttocks. He patted it hard and said, "You, Pan Anren, are the second young master of the Pan family. Isn't it a piece of cake to get a few pieces of honey jade?"<
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"How can I know how to do it? I'm not like you, the eldest son of the Xie family, a martial arts genius of this generation, with five or six jade veins to his name." Pan Anren snorted and touched it again.
Touching the tortoise shell finger, he walked out of the cabin and glanced at the river in the distance. He was handsome, with sinister eyes, and a twisted dark blue vertical line appeared between his eyebrows, like a third eye, half-closed and half-opened.
The direct lineage of the Pan family in Lanling was born with a blood birthmark.
"Hehe, anyway, your eldest brother is in trouble, and the family fortune will only benefit you in the end!" The rough young man jumped out of the wine pool dripping wet, without wiping himself off, pulled up a bright scarlet cloak, put it on, and climbed onto the deck in the air.<
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"Thank you Dazui, don't talk nonsense! My eldest brother is just going to Dimengdao to polish his cultivation, and he will come back sooner or later!" Pan Anren said bitterly.
"After eight years of hard work, there is no news at all?" The rough young man rolled his eyes, leaned over the railing, leaned his upper body, and blew a loud whistle to a group of women on the boat opposite, attracting a burst of screams.
"Hello, brothers and sisters of the Wang family!" The rough young man raised his arms and screamed.
"Thank you, Big Mouth, get away!" The leading girl in red put down her jade flute and pointed at the rough young man with disdain. She had pretty eyebrows, red lips, and the dimples on both sides of her cheeks were looming.
"Little sister Liangmi, don't be so angry. Do you want to come to my boat and discuss the Yin-Yang Avenue with us to calm down the anger?" The rough young man winked and was very happy.
"Thank you Dazui, I haven't seen you for a few days, but your mouth still smells so bad!" Wang Liangmi spat hard at him.
The rough young man laughed and pouted: "My sister, you have to taste my brother's mouth to know whether it smells good or not!"
"You don't need to taste your feces and urine to know whether it smells or smells good!" Wang Liangmi retorted, and several young men who were talking about Taoism around him also turned their heads and glared at the rough young man.
Pan Anren's eyes flashed. The Wang family of Langya and the Xie family of Yanwu had always been at odds with each other. Their children had bickered for three days and made trouble for five days. He had never been involved, but it was different today.
"Bang!" Pan Anren slammed the railing of the boat and laughed wildly: "Where did a bunch of bastards come from and stared at them? If you don't shrink your a**, get out of here!"
The rough young man was slightly startled. The Wang family hated being called a bastard. Pan Anren was not usually the type to make trouble, so why did he suddenly become so arrogant? Could it be that he was looking for someone to vent his anger on after losing gambling?
"Pan Erlang, you are fucking seeking death!" All the sons of the Wang family shouted angrily. Wang Dun, the youngest son of the sixth house with the most impatient temper, stretched out his robe sleeves and pinched his magic skills. A wave suddenly rose on the river, like a giant palm.
, and suddenly photographed Xie’s boat.
"Boom!" The waves hit the railing of the boat, the boat swayed, and water splashed all over Pan Anren's head and face.
The rough young man shook his big cloak, and it swept out like flowing clouds, wrapping up the chaotic water droplets. No water touched his body, and he said with a smile on his face: "You have rain, I have clouds, and Wushan is happy with the clouds and rain!"<
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"Son of a bitch!" Pan Anren didn't bother to wipe away the water stains. He spread his fingers and a water wheel rotated between his fingers. It was the water movement technique of Dongzhen Five Finger Heaven.
"Boom!" The water wheel shot out from his hands, rolling rapidly in mid-air, causing the river water to flow in one after another, rushing towards the Wang family's boat. The Wang family's children did not show any weakness, and each used their skills to meet them.
The sound of collision is endless.
The painting boat on the river was gradually attracted to watch the excitement. Many wealthy disciples stood on the deck, dancing and shouting: "Pan Sanyan's butt was spanked! Another spanking!" "Xie Dazui, I don't need your hundred dollars."
Fight them with the Bu Shen Fist! Aim at the ***, stupid!" "Wang Jiashiro, I'm optimistic about you! Damn, you loser, I misjudged you!" "Xiao Liangmi's skirt is wet! I see.
Here we are! I really saw it, it’s pink inside!”
There were more and more people watching. The Diao clan of Yuyang played drums to cheer, the Bai clan of Cangwu danced to cheer up, the Huan clan of Longchao played the cymbals and composed poems, and the Tao clan of Wuling splashed ink, trying to record the melee between the two sides in calligraphy and painting... Not long after, more boats from the Wang family arrived one after another and joined the battle group. Pan Anren's tortoiseshell finger suddenly became hot and flashed a glimmer of light. With his heart beating slightly, he tore off his tattered brocade robe and shouted sternly: "
A bunch of bastards, what’s the point of fighting more and less? Those who have the guts to play against the waves!"
"Crash the waves! Crash the waves! Crash the waves!" The crowd burst into thunderous shouts.
Wave crashing is a fighting game for Jiankang disciples who seek excitement. The upper reaches of Yanziji are full of strong currents and dense reefs. The two sides in the competition use martial arts and martial arts to control the boats and hit each other against the waves. Whichever side's boat is destroyed and falls into the water, the other side's boat will be destroyed and fall into the water.
One wins easily.
"If you hit the waves, hit the waves! Who is afraid of whom?" Wang Liangmi waved her jade flute, put her hands on her hips and shouted, "I will definitely catch you
Pan Erlang was hit and all his limbs were broken, so he knelt down and begged for mercy!"
Amid the commotion all around, the two boats turned their bows one after another and sailed upstream to Yanziji. The other boats followed in a swarm, shouting and shouting.