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In a large open space on the edge of the station, the noise of children and women could be heard far and wide, and the men were sitting there, waiting for the main character of the day to appear.

On the piles of bonfires, the meat was golden brown, and the excess oil in the meat dripped under the blazing fire, giving off an enticing aroma.

At the edge of each fire, there must be two people sitting, constantly turning the meat roasted on the fire, and the residual heat of the fire made them sweat and turn red.

"It's almost time, let's go." The people sitting in the room already knew the time, and they didn't need to be notified, so Gong Yuheng took the initiative to invite.

Qingluan nodded and followed, Cen Jinyue and Lin Yifan each walked in different positions, and the two always kept a distance. Chen Yiyi's physical strength has recovered a lot, and the wounds on his body are no longer serious after being treated by doctors, and it is not very painful to walk.

Xiao Bai smelled the aroma coming from afar, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and he ran wildly and got out of Qingluan's sight.

When the four of Qingluan came to the banquet site, he found that the Houyi people in the station looked at them with no repulsion, but more uncertainty. Gong Ji pulled the bow and hid in the farthest crowd, afraid that Gong Yuheng would find out.

Gong Yuheng took Qingluan and them to jump past these people and walked to the innermost position, where several places had already been reserved for them, which was considered a courtesy, and it was also for the safety of the Houyi people.

As soon as a few people sat down, someone stood up and blew the horn, and the melodious horn sound spread far away, which also stopped the noise, Gong Yuheng stood up, said a few words, and said that the banquet began.

Plates of delicacies were distributed to each table, and the children were already eager to eat, and the adults began to set up some idle fragmentary dragon gate arrays at random.

Xiao Bai didn't know where to get a piece of meat, and got to Qingluan's feet and gnawed it.

"This must be the Qingluan brothers that the patriarch said." One of the people sitting with Qingluan stood up, holding a bowl of Qinglang wine they had brewed themselves, and wanted to drink a bowl with Qingluan.

Qinglang wine is a kind of spirit, their Houyi men's favorite wine, the Houyi men's invitation to you and wine, it is best not to refuse, if you refuse, it will be regarded as disrespectful to them. These Gong Yuheng had already spoken to Qingluan and a few of them.

Qingluan put down the meat in his hand that had not yet eaten his mouth, picked up the wine bowl that had been poured in front of him, and drank the whole bowl of wine with a simple word 'dry'.

He had never drunk alcohol, the liquor was heartburn in his throat, and an indescribable taste gushed out, Qingluan frowned unconsciously, but he quickly recovered his complexion, grabbed a piece of meat he had just put down and took a big bite, which could be regarded as a bar.

The man was not ambiguous, and drank all the wine from the bowl.

The man looked at Chen Yiyi and Lin Yifan again, and said, "The two of you are also invited." ”

Lin Yifan, who has always been indifferent, came more directly than Qingluan, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip directly, and the expression on his face did not even change at a fixed point.

Chen Yiyi also drank the wine in the bowl.

The men of the Houyi tribe laughed heartily, they welcomed this kind of arrogant people, and they didn't like people who were intrigued.

Everyone at the table began to eat meat in large chunks and drink wine in large bowls. Cen Jinyue was mixed in with a group of men, feeling very bored, and hurriedly ate a few bites and walked aside.

Gong Ji from afar looked at Qingluan, who was drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl, and suddenly felt a sense of joy, blamed the bow beside him, and said: "Look at people, how arrogant, look at you, mother-in-law and mother are like women." ”

Gong Zi naturally didn't want Gong Ji to say this about him, snatched the wine from other people's hands and drank it in one sip, and was so uncomfortable that tears and snot flowed, causing the people at the table with him to laugh, and Gong Ji who was not far away laughed at him for being stupid.

"Brother Qingluan, I heard that you are a disciple of the Martial Saint Lord, so the martial arts should be quite good." When he was drinking and drinking, a person suddenly stood up and walked to Qingluan's side and said.

Qingluan said secretly, what should have come is still here, and he has long known that this matter is not so easy to fool in the past.

He laughed dryly, grabbed the meat in front of him, took a bite, and said indistinctly: "I just got a little bit of the fur of the Martial Saint Master." ”

"It's good to have a little fur, to be able to get the guidance of Lord Martial Saint, even a little fur is also enviable!" The other man had already stood up and rolled up his sleeves. In the end, he changed the conversation and said, "Why don't we have a discussion, so that we can see the martial arts of the Qingluan brothers." ”

"How can this little bit of fur be compared to your predecessors!" Qingluan seemed to be humble and said, in fact, he wanted to avoid the battle with the Houyi people.

Gong Yuheng and the Houyi people at the same table also changed color, and Qingluan must have a weak heart if he shirked it like this.

Qingluan saw that something was wrong with the situation, and the Houyi people seemed to have doubts about his identity, and if it went on like this, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not be directly killed by them.

He seemed to have Lin Yifan, who was still sitting without saying a word, and there seemed to be a sword intent surging on his body.

Then he had an idea, the martial saints are all characters recorded in ancient books, and the people of the Hou Yi clan may not also know the martial arts used by the martial saints, even if they know, they have never seen it, and they can use a little martial arts casually, maybe they will be fooled.

"Since the seniors are so enthusiastically requested, the juniors naturally dare not be disobedient, and they must do their best to fight with the seniors." Qingluan staggered to his feet, a little drunken.

Gong Yuheng and the faces of the Houyi people became a little better, and Qingluan said secretly, it seems that this first level is over, and the next second level may only rely on Meng.

"Senior, please." Qingluan stood firm and looked at the distant grassland, which was a natural testing ground.

The provocative man walked to Qingluan's side, patted Qingluan's shoulder and said: "Brother Qingluan, we Houyi can't do that kind of thing to bully the small, even if we want to fight, it's not us, it's also those kids who are the same age as you." ”

Qingluan nodded in agreement, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was a peer move, Qingluan had never been afraid of anyone.

"Since you are a disciple of the Martial Sage, and you must also be the best of your generation, then we should find a leader in your generation and compete, which can be regarded as a sign of respect for you." Gong Yuheng stood up and said.

The people sitting with Qingluan and them had no intention of turning their heads to look at Gong Yuheng, their children were all the leaders of the younger generation of the Houyi clan, and they also had fights with each other, if they could get the favor of the patriarch, then the next patriarch was likely to be them.

They also knew that the patriarch's daughter, Gong Ji Xiuwei, was also extraordinary, but the Houyi clan had long allowed women to be the patriarch's tradition, which basically cut off the possibility of Gong Ji becoming the patriarch, so the next patriarch could only be selected from among their children.

Yukihime also seemed to know that this matter had nothing to do with her, and she knew that it had nothing to do with Yuki, so she sat there and kept reprimanding Yukiko for being angry.

"Stupid Gongzi, tell you to cultivate hard, but you don't listen! ……”

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Gong Yuheng finally said the candidate in his heart, which was Gongzi who was now being scolded by Gong Ji.

"Patriarch, I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate, we know that the bow is trained by you personally, but we also know his cultivation, even those cubs in our family are inferior, how can he take on such a heavy responsibility?" Some people immediately objected.

"Yes, patriarch, I'm afraid your arrangement is unfair!"

"Patriarch, you should consider finding one of those little cubs in our family, so that you can convince the crowd a little."

……

Everyone whispered, mostly saying that the patriarch was too eccentric, and how could he be competent with the level of the bow.

As far as the bow was hunting, every time he hid behind the bow and a few of his important people, he barely made any effort, and it was not like no effort, but he just carried the dead prey back to the tribe.

"I don't know what my father thinks, just stupid Gongzi's ability, I want him to die!" Bow Hime muttered to herself, hiding in the crowd.

Although she hates the bow, but when she thinks that the bow is going to die, Gong Ji naturally has a hundred unwillingness in her heart, she can play the bow, she can scold the bow, but others are not allowed to beat and scold the bow!

Take the children of several important people as an example, just because of the bullying of Gongzi, they were scolded by Gongji several times.

"Stupid bow, let's slip away!"

Seeing Gongzi looking at himself stupidly and laughing, Gongji was angry, and quietly walked out with the bow. She didn't see it, and the bow smiled even more behind her.

"Gong Ji, where are you going to take the bow?!"

Gong Ji had only walked a few steps before he was stopped by Gong Yuheng shouting strongly.

"Dad, you want to bow to be beaten, I don't agree!" Gong Ji turned his head and looked at Gong Yuheng unyieldingly, with a small mouth upturned for the old man. Bow smiled behind her, unable to tell if it was a giggle or a happy smile.

"Silly girl, how could I let the bow be beaten." Gong Yuheng was satisfied when he saw Gong Ji maintaining the bow, he knew that although Gong Ji often bullied the bow, she had always protected the bow in her heart, but every time Gong Ji let Gong Zi carry the black pot, he was a little dissatisfied.

"No, if you let Gongzi fight that Qingluan, then let me go." Gong Ji gritted her teeth and insisted on her attitude, not giving in at all.

"Gongzi, would you like to compete with Qingluan?" Gong Yuheng saw that he couldn't convince Gong Ji, so he jumped away from Gong Ji and Gong Zi and said directly.

Gong Zi scratched his head, and replied to Gong Yuheng stupidly: "The patriarch asked me to compare with me." ”

"Stupid Bow!" Gong Ji was in a hurry, turned his head and gave Gong Zi a pop corn, but Gong Zi was not angry, he just touched the place where Gong Ji was beaten.

"In that case, then let the bow and Qingluan fight!" Gong Yuheng said.

Everyone saw that Gong Yuheng had made up his mind, so they didn't say anything anymore, anyway, it was his disciple, and he would take care of him if he was injured. It's just that I don't know how the bow will hurt.