Chapter 39: Luncheon and Dinner

The lunch in Wenyuan Valley was quite sumptuous, and the nature of the buffet was that more than 10,000 people surged five kilometers like a tide before arriving at the large open-air dining place.

There are 200 rows of steaming food in turn, and a large sign is erected at the top of each row, which reads "1-100 Eating Table", "101-200 Eating Table", "201-300 Eating Table"......

He Yingwu looked at his number plate, then interspersed in the flow of people and went straight to the 8th row.

"Is it a buffet for a day?" he asked in a low voice.

Song Liancheng shook his head: "The afternoon meeting continues, the noon time is short, it is self-service, and there is no wine yet." Is it a carnival at night, or in this place, set up a big table, and the wine pipe is enough! Sect Master, look over there......"

He said and pointed to a black door on his right: "Step through that door, and you'll see the auction room!"

"Oh!

......

There were a lot of people and it was extremely noisy, but He Yingwu always faintly felt that there seemed to be some kind of perception sweeping over him from time to time, like an invisible stream of water infiltrating him.

He dragged Song Liancheng and asked him if he felt it.

Song Liancheng was slightly stunned, and after careful induction, he shook his head slightly: "No! I didn't feel it." However, if it is the kind of feeling described by the sect master, I guess it is very likely that Wen Yuan Ancestor is secretly observing the situation here, afraid that something will go wrong!

"Oh!

Between the intentions and movements, He Yingwu also quietly exudes perception and captures the surrounding situation.

Well...... Nothing out of the ordinary.

The lunch buffet went quite smoothly, and you can add it casually after eating, and look around, most people are eating with their mouths full of oil.

It's just that...... He felt that why some people were still carrying it into his arms?

He Yingwu frowned slightly, patted Song Liancheng, vaguely glanced at a guy who was secretly packing, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Song Liancheng glanced at it and smiled: "The sect master has never had a hard life! We shake the light and divide the sect, and all the food and clothing are taken from the Golden Sword Sect, which can be regarded as the luckier among the start-up sects, some guys who have no roots and no foundation, and want to have a good future at the risk of their lives, but there are less than one success, and there are often nine losers!"

He Yingwu was stunned: "What do you mean? Immortal cultivators, but! The island of a thousand islands is full of spirit stone mines, and you can still lack clothes and wear less?"

"It's not enough to wear less clothes, it's certain to be tight. Poor scholars, rich immortals, the world is reasonable. A little bit of the family has all been tossed in, and there is no more spirit stone mine, so what can I do?

"As for packing?"

"After all, delicious delicacies are rare! I guess they brought some back to their classmates to satisfy their cravings! This happens every year, but no one has a hard time, so the organizers always turn a blind eye. ”

"This entrepreneurial ......." He Yingwu shook his head speechlessly.

So there is a saying on the island of a thousand islands, if you want to destroy a good child, you should ask him to start a business. ”

"We're not, aren't we?"

Song Liancheng was stunned: "Of course we are not! The sect master is wise and majestic, which is rare in the world!"

"Hmm!" He Yingwu's fingers subconsciously knocked on the table, his brain was running rapidly, and then he hooked his fingers, and everyone's heads were slightly together, "Each person packs a dish!

Everyone was stunned.

Song Liancheng's eyes widened even more: "Sect Master, it's not like that!"

"Go! The drunkard doesn't mean to drink. He Yingwu's eyes froze.

"In the dish?" Zhuang Gusun's face was full of innocence.

"Get out, Zhuang Gusun, pay attention, be clumsy!" He Yingwu whispered.

The meaning is very clear, your ability to steal, don't show it, now, obviously it shouldn't be a place to use, stealing is too good, it will only increase people's suspicion.

Zhuang Gusun nodded knowingly.

Everyone pretended to be fine, and one by one they went to pack their favorite dishes and secretly put them in their arms.

sweet and sour carp packed by Song Liancheng;

Zhuang Gusun is a spicy fried chicken offal;

Gu weakwater is back to the pot meat;

Zhang Congzhou is stir-fried Chinese cabbage;

Lin Zhiyun is a crucian carp;

Huang Yaonong is a cold salad bitter cabbage heart;

In the end, He Yingwu, braised pork, a full pocket, bulging in front of his stomach, he had to close his stomach hard to make it not so obvious.

In the middle of this, He Yingwu felt a few more slightly swept perceptions.

Song Liancheng didn't say anything, but obviously had a "shameful" expression.

"Don't be like that!

......

In the afternoon, the Heroes Rally continued.

He Yingwu, of course, they are shallow and continue to nourish their spirits.

As the sky darkens slightly, the Lord of Monsoon Sleepy Valley appears again to announce the successful conclusion of the Heroes Conference, followed by a carnival appreciation dinner, and friends with auction number plates, who will be able to enter the auction hall later.

The crowd of locusts surged like a sea to the place of dinner.

The buffet here has long been removed, the fence at noon has been removed, the overall area is larger, and at a glance, it is a patchwork of round tables that seem to be in sight, at least more than a thousand tables!

Although there are many tables, they are not crowded.

On each table, five jars of old wine have been placed, peanuts, sauced beef, drunken shrimp, lotus root, radish skin, pickled vegetables, fungus, tofu shreds, meat and vegetables are matched, and the color and flavor are complete.

At the edge of the venue, colorful flags fluttered;

In the venue, countless small colored flags are strung into ribbons, colorful, gently fluttering, and it is very beautiful.

And as the sky gets darker, many people wave their hands to create a lighting ball, and the balls float in the air, one by one emitting a soft light.

It didn't take long, and the whole appreciation dinner scene was like a bright galaxy, with countless balls floating and sinking, like a dream!

Song Liancheng is right, this is a major feature of the Hero Conference, thousands of small balls, 10,000 points of galaxy.

Like everyone else, He Yingwu took Song Liancheng and them, with a happy smile on his face, interspersed between the dinners, waving his hand from time to time to release illumination.

Compared with the general lighting ball, He Yingwu's Yuan Balloon is much larger in size, but the light is much softer, of course, his ball is not the largest, there are many people who have fun and laugh happily, and will release a huge lighting ball floating in the air, just like a durian in a pile of oranges.

All over the field, He Yingwu waved a total of eight large lighting balls, firmly remembered the position, and then took Song Liancheng and went straight to the auction hall.

Someone at the door checked the number plate, and the two of them entered the room.

And Zhuang Gusun, Gu Qiaoshui, Zhang Congzhou, Lin Zhiyun, and Huang Yaonong found a table outside to sit down, and easily integrated into this carnival night.

People put down calmly, freely and happily, they dare not say that they have completely let go, but after a short time, it is a game of gambling, what is there to worry about?

......

The auction room is large, with neat rows of seats, dark cyan seat covers the chairs, and the bulging on them should be very comfortable to sit on.

Eight lighting balls floated in the air, and the room was as bright as day.

People came in one after another, He Yingwu and Song Liancheng kept around, smiling, just like many others, walking around the room gently, greeting casually.

In the standard, slightly stiff smiling demeanor, He Yingwu's mind moved slightly, and the vitality passed through the center of the foot, gently injected into the bluestone on the soles of the feet, forming one vitality mass after another.

Soon, there were 49 hidden places in the auction room.

All you need to do is explode!