"Hey, Brother Qingjiao, your cultivation has improved again." The monster opened the curtain and held his hand.
The green-faced one-horned demon cultivator, who was being carried by the demon soldiers around him, seemed to be thinking about something. When he heard someone calling beside him, he moved his eyes over.
He immediately saw the sedan and the demon cultivator inside.
He also raised his hand to salute and said with a smile: "It turns out to be King Jinmao."
"The improvement in cultivation is thanks to the king's elixir. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have been wasting in this realm."
The golden-haired demon cultivator has two erect ears on his head and a slender beard on his cheeks. Hearing the green-faced one-horned demon's words, he couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, the pill we obtained from the king is really good."
It’s top quality.”
Then he lowered his voice a little: "To be honest, Brother Qingjiao, I went to Renxiufang City to ask about this kind of elixir, but I never found anything similar."
The green-faced and one-horned demon cultivator was surprised, and his round eyes moved slightly: "Doesn't it mean that only the king has it..."
"That's right."
Before he finished speaking, the demon cultivator wearing an iron-feathered raincoat folded his wings and landed next to the two demon cultivators.
The monster in the iron-feathered coir raincoat wears a bamboo hat, and the one is tilted to reveal a single eye.
The bird's beak turned into a black mask, covering its mouth and nose, and its voice was slightly sharp, adding a bit of hoarseness: "Three months have passed, things have changed, and people have changed. I didn't expect to come to Daheishan again for a banquet."
"I thought Brother Tieyu would go early."
The iron-feathered coir raincoat monster gathered up the knife-like feathers on its body, hid its hands in the coir raincoat, and let the wind blow under its feet.
.”
They are all beneficiaries of the Yinhun Pill, so naturally they have the same topics, and this is the first time the new king has hosted a banquet to entertain them.
Everyone is more or less excited and a little nervous.
I also saw it last time. The red-haired true king Duan was ruthless and didn't talk much. He destroyed so many foundation-building monsters with a wave of his hand.
Without understanding the character of the new king, you still have to keep a low profile, listen more and watch more, speak less and act less.
After crossing the platform of the dojo, the golden-haired demon stepped out of the sedan chair, and the green-horned demon also dismissed his demon soldiers. As they spoke, the three of them walked towards the main hall.
Qingjiao pondered for a moment and said, "I heard it's to give the child a hundred days."
Tie Yu didn't have any feelings at all, and said casually: "Maybe the king is just looking for an excuse to see us again."
"It wasn't formal last time, so this time it's just right."
"Do you think the king looks more like a human than a monster?"
The green-horned demon always felt that the king looked more like a human being than a demon. After all, he had never seen any demon want to give his child a hundred-day wine.
And this is true both in terms of speech and behavior, and in the style of behavior.
"Your Majesty is a ghost cultivator, so of course he is more human than us."
"Moreover, the path of human cultivation is smoother than ours. Naturally, we must imitate it in order to become immortals." The Jin-haired demon cultivator twisted the long beard at the corner of his mouth.
How could they not see that this new king must have a great background, and was by no means a simple monster.
But this is not something they should care about.
Demon cultivators and ghost cultivators are also monks.
They entered cultivation by chance, and slowly understood what cultivation was. What they pursued was not much different from human cultivation. They also wanted to become immortals and live forever.
When he saw Tie Yu walking into the hall, Danzui, who had already arrived, said, "Tie Yu, you came so slowly."
All the demons and ghosts know each other. Although they belong to different mountains, they all belong to Dahei Mountain after all. They usually don't see each other when they look down.
Moreover, it has only been three months since we last met.
In three months, the cultivation has advanced rapidly. There are indeed no monsters that can enter the main hall from the outer door. Those who can enter the main hall are the mainstays of Daheishan, and they are all monsters that are very powerful in the foundation building period.
The monsters and monsters greeted each other.
The palace complex at the top of Dahei Mountain is really grand, and the main hall is more than enough to accommodate thousands of monsters.
This time, four hundred tables were set up, stretching from the main hall to the entrance.
Whenever there is a mountain with demonic cultivators stepping on the spiritual veins at their feet, the ghost cultivators can occupy a table, and their entourage will stand beside them, or they may not bring any entourage at all.
"Congratulations to Brother Malu. I heard that Brother Malu has won the trust of the king. I really envy others." Wen Zouzou's white-faced ghost cultivator bowed his hands and saluted. Although his smile was very bright, coupled with his majestic appearance, it still made people feel eerie.
"I wonder if the king has any other matters to do with us this time?"
"Is it just to celebrate the little princess's 100th day?"
"It shouldn't be that simple."
The demons and monsters who gathered around spoke to Malu one after another, and their words contained compliments but also hints of inquiring.
Like Malu, Nie Quanjiu was busy dealing with other demons.
However, the familiar monsters are all in the later stages and above.
This has to mention three monks who are at the peak of foundation building.
The peak of foundation building is cultivation, and the state of mind cultivation may have reached the fake elixir. However, due to the lack of resources to purchase elixir-forming spiritual objects, and the lack of guidance from teachers, the cultivation has been delayed here.
These three monks are Red-horned Dragon, Blue-eyed Ghost, and Empress of the Night Spirit.
It is also the object of Tushanjun's attention.
Other demon cultivators may be so poor that even their daily food and clothing may be a problem.
However, these monks who occupy the small spiritual veins are definitely not in the embarrassment they imagined, let alone relying on such a simple environment to reach the peak of foundation building.
One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand may be too much, because they want to save spiritual stones to buy the elixir-shaped spiritual items, so twenty to thirty thousand should be no problem.
The green-eyed ghost rolled his eyes: "Old Ghost Nie, what kind of benefits has the king promised you, so that you have to work so hard. I heard that your life is short, and you don't want to go out to seek enlightenment. Instead, you will stay in Montenegro to replace the king. Take care of chores.”
Hearing what the blue-eyed ghost said, the red-horned dragon who was watching the dancer dance couldn't help but pricked up his ears.
Empress Ye Ling, who was wearing a splendid broad robe, covered her mouth, smiled as cutely as a blooming peony, and a voice like the sound of a clear spring sounded: "The slave family is also very curious, why should brother Chek Kok pretend to be a serious person? He should have straightened up his ears by now, right? "
"Sister Ye Ling, please don't accuse people unjustly. I'll listen to you openly. Why not?"
"The three great kings should stop joking about the old age. They just want to repay the kindness of the great king for knowing me. There is no other reason." Nie Quanjiu slightly cupped his hands and said with a smile.
He wants to say that the king has allowed him to form magical elixirs, and these three guys may have some tricks up their sleeves.
Since ancient times, things have been done secretly. If you act carelessly when you see someone, even the things that are done will fall through.
The three of them all looked like "I believe you are a fool".
If Nie Quanjiu didn't say anything, it would be hard for them to continue asking.
As for this banquet, the other monsters knew little about it. They thought that the king was hosting a 100-day banquet for the children. In fact, they already knew the situation.
Reclaiming a spiritual field is one thing, and the other is buying a spiritual boat.
Purchasing a spirit boat requires spirit stones, and the king's purpose in gathering them is to get them back.
But they still have to come.
Lack of money and lack of people are two different concepts.
The former is poverty, the latter is arrogance and contempt.
It is easy to become the target of the king to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
So they have to come, even if they spend some blood, give up some of their wealth, and then cry poor, it is definitely better than not coming at all.
What's more, the king also said that even if the final plan goes bankrupt, the Yinhun Dan can still be used to replenish the borrowed spiritual stones.
As beneficiaries, they all know that the Yinhun Pill is a good thing.
The green-eyed ghost silently calculated how many spirit stones he would take out. It would be best if he could show his loyalty and not take too many. Then he would cry aloud on the way. If the king showed mercy, he could still make a fortune.
"It's a pity that Manglong and Ye Ling didn't say how much they would take." The blue-eyed ghost king sighed.
The vocal music pauses and the dancer exits.
The demons were whispering together and suddenly fell silent. They all knew what the disappearance of vocal music meant.
The ghost king with red hair and black robes and two horns on his head walked into the main hall from the back hall with his child in his arms.
His body is tall and slender, his face is like a crown jade, and his eyes are like bright stars.
The red hair spread wantonly on the back of her head makes her look even more wild and unruly.
The purple-black ghost horns that grow from the junction of the forehead and red hair are swirling with twinkling patterns.
Not only did the ghost horns not destroy the whole image, but it actually made the originally handsome Tushan Jun look more majestic and dignified.
As soon as the Ghost King sat down, Miss Long'er, who was dressed in a costume beside him, chanted: "Hoo."
"We."
"Meet the True King of Daheishan."
"The mountain calls."
"..."
"Call again!"
"..."
After going down three times in a row, all the demons sat down at the signal of the Ghost King.
Next it’s time to sing the congratulations.
The gifts were not particularly expensive, and I don’t know where they got the news from. At least half of the demons sent spiritual wine to Tushanjun, as well as many rare treasures, and even some of them gave them to themselves.
It's hard for Tu Shanjun to tell the difference. All these things are left to Miss Long'er. He just accepts the order and gives a gift in return.
Tushanjun, who was seated, placed the child in the cradle beside him, and his gaze extended to the four hundred seats outside the palace.
He said loudly: "This should be the first time that I sit down with you all."
"It coincides with the 100th anniversary of my son's 'Tushan Jinghong'. Please come and have a drink with me." Tushanjun said as he picked up the wine bottle in front of him.
All the demons imitated the example and raised the wine bottles on the table: "Honor your Majesty."
"Please drink."
After a glass of wine, Tu Shanjun caught a glimpse of the baby in the cradle opening his eyes. He couldn't help but smile. He put his palm on the side of the cradle and murmured: "I am a new guest in this world. I have three ounces of wine and a laughing Fengge."
"It's like this when Tushan shocks the dragon."
"..."
Tu Shanjun shook the spirit wine in the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
Tu Shanjun is very familiar with drinking. Not only can he drink it himself, but most importantly, he can also bring others to drink with him.
After two or three glasses of spiritual wine, the atmosphere of the banquet became obviously different.
It's not as reserved as it was at first. Although it's just as cautious now, it's more harmonious and lively, and there's more talk among fairies and ghosts.
Seeing that the atmosphere was about the same, Tu Shanjun signaled to Long Er that he could bring the things up.
The maid carried the big cauldron into the main hall.
Then divide the meals cooked by the spiritual rice one by one.
Each demon cultivator and ghost cultivator were given a large basin in front of them, and the hall was immediately filled with the aroma of spiritual food.
"Gululu!"
A pig-headed monster quickly pressed its stomach.
But the monsters didn't pay attention at all, their eyes were attracted by the food in front of them.