Chapter 90 Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet 2

However, even if it is ugly, it is best to go there. He is not a hermit who has been doing for hundreds of years like the rain master, nor is it because he has secrets like the earth master, and he is not like the marine master who just wants to do whatever he wants. No, but it always becomes a special case. If you don't want to attend, you won't attend anything. If things go on like this, others will be dissatisfied and talk about it. Even if he thinks it's nothing, it's not easy for Junwu to do it. Therefore, he immediately agreed to Shi Qingxuan: "Okay, I will be there at that time."

During a few days, Xie Lian tried several methods, but he couldn't successfully separate Qi Rong's soul from this man's body, and Qi Rong became more and more proud. Fortunately, there is a millet who has been feeding his "father" without disgust, otherwise Xie Lian really doesn't want to put anything in this mouth. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xie Lian set up a formation outside the Bodhisattva Temple and locked the door, leaving Ruo Xie to continue tying up Qi Rong and reporting to Xianjing.

The poem said, "The Baiyujing in the sky is on the 12th floor and five cities. Immortals caress my top and endure longevity." The Baiyujing here refers to Xianjing. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xianjing has a brand-new atmosphere. In addition, Xie Lian saw many guards near the streets, corridors, and terraces. It was thought that after Huacheng came up once, the vigilance was strengthened several times. The banquet was set in the open air in front of the moon, with Qiongxiang lingering, auspicious clouds, and flowers like blowing snow. To admire the moon in the world, use your thumb and forefinger to pinch a circle, and at most the moon will just be framed in this circle. But watching the moon in Xianjing, the full moon is bright and white, like a huge jade curtain standing not far away, it seems that you can catch up with it after a few steps, it is a beauty that cannot be seen in the world.

The head of the banquet is naturally Jun Wu, needless to say. But how the rest of the people sit, there are many hidden secrets, and the order and position are very particular. It is absolutely impossible to sit high, and the priest himself is not willing to sit low. Xie Lian doesn't care about this, but the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet must be attended in formal clothes, that is to say, it is best to dress like your god statue in the world, and you will dress like you are on the day of the banquet. Thanks for the pity, there is no god statue at all, so I still wear a white robe and a bucket hat on my back, which is shabby, but there is really no better clothes. This kind of attire is also quite eye-catching, so he thinks it's better to sit in the dark.

Unexpectedly, he had already found a corner to sit down, but when he looked up, he saw Fengxin coming. Both of them hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly to each other as a greeting. Fengxin took a few steps forward, turned back, and asked, "Why are you sitting here?"

Xie Lian thought that he was sitting in the wrong place, stood up and said, "I thought it would be fine to sit anywhere."

Fengxin was about to speak, but Xie Lian saw Shi Qingxuan beckoning to him from a distance. Shi Qingxuan was a female prime minister at this time. Fengxin looked back and seemed to see some shadows. He was shocked, and left Xie Lian and hurried away. Shi Qingxuan called again: "His Royal Highness, here!"

Feng Shi is a big red person in heaven, and she sits in a perfect position, closer to Jun Wu. When this move was called, many priests looked over. Jun Wu, who was originally silent, also saw Xie Lian and nodded slightly to him, Xie Lian had to go over. I really didn't see Lang Qianqiu along the way. It is said that he pushed the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet early in order to find Qi Rong's whereabouts. Shi Qingxuan found a place for Xie Lian next to him, Feng Shui was excellent, Xie Lian felt that it was not suitable, but Feng Shi's kindness was difficult, and he had already sat down with him, saying: "I will bring the banquet later. Go find that kid. Ugly is a little ugly, but he's pretty good." At this point, he had to say thank you. As soon as he turned his head, Mingyi was sitting next to the two of them. He was playing with a jade cup, and the hand holding the cup was even whiter than the jade cup. Seeing that his face is not serious, it seems that the injury he suffered in the ghost market last time has been healed, thank you: "Master Geographer, stay safe."

Mingyi nodded, and didn't seem to want to speak. Shi Qingxuan is the exact opposite of him. Everyone knows him, and he can even talk to people around 108,000 miles away. Xie Lian admires that he can remember the names of so many priests. Sitting beside him was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy with a high nose and deep eyes, and slightly curly black hair. Xie Lian didn't know him, and he didn't know Xie Lian either. The two of them looked at each other for a while, and they were all inexplicable, and finally ended with a random greeting from Xie Lian. Looking around again, Fengxin and Muqing were very far apart, and the three priests sitting directly opposite him and talking very familiarly.

On the left is a black-clothed civil servant, with long eyebrows and graceful eyes. While speaking, he tapped lightly and regularly with his five fingers on the table. His expression was calm and inexplicably familiar; A boy in a white shirt, shaking a paper fan in his hand, a "water" written on the front of the fan, and three streamlines of water on the back, his eyebrows and eyes are vaguely similar to Shi Qingxuan, but he is arrogant and frivolous. Hengsheng looked at Sven, but it was clearly written in his eyes that he looked down on no one. Besides the "Water Hengtian", who else would it be?

Thanks for the pity: "'Three poisonous tumors'."

That black-clothed civil servant must be the male form with the strongest mana in Lingwen, and he is indeed dignified. The three of them were chatting with each other for a while, and they were praising each other in different ways. They heard Shi Qingxuan whispering frequently: "Hypocrisy. The hypocrisy is extremely hypocritical." Xie Lian found it quite interesting. At this time, he saw a gorgeous small pavilion in front of the banquet, covered by red curtains on all sides, and asked, "What is that?"

Shi Qingxuan smiled and said: "Oh, you don't know, this is also a very popular game in the heavenly court. Come on, show you, it has started now!"

As soon as the voice fell, a few muffled thunder came from outside the sky. Jun Wu looked at the sky, poured a glass of wine, and handed it down. So, in the thunder, the priests at the banquet began to laugh and shout the glass of wine, all saying: "Don't give it to me! Don't give it to me!" "Give it to him!"

Just watching other people play, Xie Lian also roughly figured out the rules, and said in his heart: "It turned out to be a drum to pass flowers." Everyone sent the glass of wine handed down by Jun Wu to each other. It can't be spilled. It can be passed to anyone, but it can't be passed back. . When the thunder ceases, whoever has the glass will have fun. Just don't know what to have fun. This game is not very friendly to Xie Lian. Whoever you pass the wine glass to is to play tricks on, so it is usually passed to a few people who are close to you. But he is not familiar with most of the priests here, how can he be embarrassed to play tricks on others? At most, he can only pass it to the wind master, but who knows if the wind master is the one who passed the wine to him?

Xie Lian thought to himself: "It's better if no one passed it on to me. But maybe I'm self-indulgent." Before he spoke, the first round was over. The wine glass was parked in Pei Ming's hands as expected, and it seemed that Pei Ming was used to it. He drank the wine with a loud applause, and the priests clapped their hands and coaxed: "Get up! Get up!"

In the cheers, the gorgeous pavilion slowly pulled up the curtains on all sides. I saw a tall general standing on the stage, strutting his head high, so imposing. He didn't seem to have seen these priests at all, nor the strange beauty of the sky outside the pavilion. After walking a few steps, he began to sing, with high enthusiasm.

It turned out that which priest had the wine glass passed to, this pavilion would bring up the drama about this priest in the world and show it to everyone. Since people love to make up and make up, how do they know what kind of drama they will make up, and whether they will just be drawn, this game can be described as very shameful and thrilling. But that's where the fun lies. It should be noted that General Pei's play is brilliant, because each time the female characters are different. Sometimes it is a fairy, sometimes a banshee, sometimes a girl. The female lead is beautiful and beautiful. The story is that one is more rude than the other. Sure enough, not long after, another lady in black came to the stage, with a voice like a yellow ying, and the two sang to each other for a while, the lyrics and songs were quite provocative and bold. The more everyone looked at the two, the more they felt that something was wrong, and they all asked, "What is the name of this play?" "Who is the woman that General Pei hooked up with this time?"

At this time, "General Pei" on the stage said: "Jie Qing—"

Under the stage, Pei Ming and Lingwen both took a sip of wine.

Who else could Jie Qing be, Lingwen's real name was Nangongjie. The priests were shocked: how come these two actually have a leg?!

Lingwen wiped the corners of his lips with a towel, and said indifferently: "Don't think about it. Made it up."

Although the two parties were a little depressed, but fortunately they were thick-skinned. Shi Wudu did not let them go, and shook the fan with a smile: "This play is very exciting. What do you think?"

Lingwen said: "I don't have any impressions. This drama is very old. At that time, my idol was not what it is now. It's just folklore, think about it carefully. In folklore, as long as it is a woman, there are a few old Pei who have never hooked up. ?"

The crowd took it for granted. Pei Ming said: "Hey, you can't say that. I have almost hooked up with other folklore legends. I really don't have this. Don't wrong a good person."

Lingwen said: "As you say, there are more male priests that I have hooked up with in folklore, and I haven't hooked up with any of them. Isn't it like sitting on needles."

Since Lingwen was appointed, folklore has always said that she was able to come up because she hooked up with a certain priest. This is one of the reasons why the incense of Lingwen Hall was deserted and no one was worshipped in the early days. It is said that she was scolded when the protest was fierce. She was drenched in blood, and people often threw apron and menstrual cloth into her merit box. But if there are such rumors about the male priests, they get the name of romance, and they can still enjoy it. It can be seen that although the situation is similar, there are differences between men and women, and the end is very different.

Just thinking about it, the next round starts again. Shi Wudu just laughed, and this time it was his turn. The two cancerous tumors beside him made a congratulatory gesture to him: "The World News, please take it."

Shi Wudu frowned, drank the wine, and the curtain rose slowly again, and before it reached the top, there were two long calls:

"Miss-"

"Lang Jun-"

With love, twists and turns, twists and turns. So, Xie Lian at the bottom saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu and Shi Qingxuan had goosebumps on their bodies.

Shi Qingxuan jumped up and said, "Brother—! Quickly pinch it off!"

Shi Wudu immediately shouted: "Put it down! Put it down for me immediately!"

You don't need to look at it to know that the one drawn this time must be the folklore of the "husband and wife" of the Master Sailor and the Queen of Wind. Eros and hatred will always be people's favorite stories when they tell a story. Some are the best, nothing is better, you can just make up your mind. It stands to reason that what the priests do by themselves is the authentic myth, but sometimes people have to admire what they have given to them, and this is called the real myth. As soon as Shi Wudu spoke, the curtain really fell down, the priests wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, they held back hard, Xie Lian asked with a smile: "Master Feng Shi, how can you call the curtain down? "

Shi Qingxuan had lingering fears and said: "It's okay, it's a small idea, just donate 100,000 merits!"

"..."

In Xie Lian's speechlessness, the third round began. This time, it didn't take long for the thunder to roar, and the wine glass passed to the young man beside Xie Lian.

Seeing this result, the response of the priests was a little strange. Not very warm, but not very cold either. It seems that he is interested in watching a play, but he doesn't want to be too obvious. The boy didn't seem to be interested in this game, but he still drank the wine. He put down the glass and the curtain was drawn again.

I saw two people standing on the stage. One was a young general with curly hair like a mane of a stone lion. Although it was extremely exaggerated, it was also considered to be imposing. It should be this young priest. Described as a wretched harlequin, jumping around on stage. When the young man faced him, he pretended to be serious, but it was very greasy and disgusting; when the young man turned around, he grinned behind his back and stabbed with a sword. The villain's character.

The harlequin acted very vigorously and exaggeratedly, as if it were a burlesque, and when the priests saw it, they had mixed reactions. Xie Lian noticed that the priests in the lower position laughed, and the priests in the upper position, such as Shi Qingxuan, Shi Wudu and others, were mostly silent and did not find it funny. At the same time, he also noticed that the back of the young man beside him suddenly had blue veins, and he felt vigilant in his heart. Although he couldn't understand what was on stage, he could probably guess that he was insulting another person. And even if don't know who and who it is, find this arrangement extremely uncomfortable. Seeing that the boy seemed to have a seizure, he took a chopstick from the table and threw it at the rope hanging the curtain.

The chopsticks, which are not sharp, rubbed the rope and flew past, and actually cut the rope. The curtain slammed down, and the priests were shocked, and said: "How can this be?" "What is this!" They all looked at Xie Lian, and some of them stood up. Xie Lian was about to speak, but the next moment, something exploded in his ear, but the young man crushed the white jade wine glass.

He seemed to be provoked by the show, throwing a piece of jade cup in his hand, jumped up, jumped on the table, kicked the soles of his feet, and jumped up the pavilion like an arrow and entered the curtain. Several priests rushed up to open the red curtain, but there was no one inside. Everyone was shocked: "It's not good, it's not good, His Highness Qiying went down and beat people again!"

Xie pity said: "Qiying? Qiying Hall? Western Martial God is really right?" He asked Shi Qingxuan: "Master Feng Shi, what's going on? What's the matter with His Highness Qiying's beating?"

Shi Qingxuan came back to his senses and said: "To beat people is... to beat people. Cough, maybe you don't believe it, but Qiying often beats his own believers."

"..."

It was the first time that he had heard that a priest dared to beat his own believers. This was something that would make the priest fall in the hearts of believers. He wanted to ask again, but he heard a priest downstairs displeased: "Quan someone is too naive. Everyone is having a good time, and he doesn't know how to cooperate. Who hasn't been teased yet? Pei Wasn't the general and True Monarch Lingwen made fun of? Besides, it wasn't him who made fun of him, so what are you doing with such a big fire?"

"That's right, this person really takes himself too seriously. He has a fire in his heart, how can he send it at this time? It's a good banquet, who made a special trip to see his face? Really..."

"Okay, okay, Maotou boy is Maotou boy. He's gone, and it's more fun to play without him."

Hearing this, Xie Lian was thoughtful. There was only a little chaos at the banquet, and Lingwen seemed to have sent someone down to deal with Quan Yizhen. After a few priests came forward to appease him for a while, the banquet and games continued. So, in the thunderous bursts, the fourth round of drumming and passing flowers began.

Xie Lian was just watching other people play, he couldn't get in, and he was so happy that others didn't look for him. He was about to talk to Shi Qingxuan. Who knows, at this moment, he suddenly reached out a hand and handed the white jade wine glass to him. gave him.