At this moment, the originally noisy venue fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Weng Zhi's small eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a cold killing machine.

At the beginning, the envoy Zhang Kuang simply refused to drink the "blood wine", and was humiliated by disrespecting the gods, carving wood and shooting, and expelled from the Yelang realm - this Han envoy was even more desperate, and actually poured the "god-given wine...... Pour...... Finish...... Finish!

It's not that you don't give face, but you throw a big ear bracket in your hand!

Is he crazy? I still thought I really didn't dare to touch him!

In the worried eyes of Zhuo Bihai, Han Chong, Biao Jie, Feiyan and others, in the frightened eyes of Ju Ji, Leaky Lying, and Jumachi, and before Weng Zhi, Wu Evil and Yelang were about to break out, Zhang Fang was not in a hurry, put the black pottery bowl on the table, took out a silk book from his sleeve, unfolded it, looked calm, and chanted loudly: "Woohoo! There is a Yelang Dajun Xing, brave and heroic, obedient and diligent, and a man with a good heart, and a model for all Yi...... It's a pity, I haven't been slacking off for a long time, and my heart is not ancient and confused. Then there is Chen Jun sacrificing the righteous sword, killing one person and alerting all the people, although the king is gone, the country still exists, although the body is damaged and protects the descendants...... Alas! Feasting. ”

After a period of inhibition and frustration, the atmosphere of the scene became strange from solidification. All the Yi people were stunned when they heard it, and their minds were full of "woohoo".

This is a hurried sacrificial text written by Zhang Fang on the road after hearing that Chen Li had killed Yelang Wang Xing. Chen Li slapped Yelangren, and Zhang Fang, who was the messenger, had to give Yelangren a date; Chen Li killed, and Zhang put the tube "buried". This sacrificial text wanted to be shown again when Lang Xinjun succeeded to the throne tomorrow night and worshiped the ancestor to show comfort, but I didn't expect to be forced out by Weng Zhi a bowl of divine (scripture) wine. However, it seems to be good......

"The first bowl is a tribute to the deceased king." After Zhang Fang finished reading, he closed the sacrificial text and said lightly, "If there is a second bowl, it will be okay to drink it." Whoever robs me is in a hurry with him! ”

Zhang Fang's splash just now was really trickle-down, and this remark was not leaking.

Weng pointed out that his lips were twitching, and he was very worried about whether he would have convulsions. Wu Xie opened his mouth wide, like a duck listening to thunder, until Ju Ji reminded him to thank him, Wu Xie held his neck thick, thanked the Han envoy again and again, and respectfully accepted the sacrifice. Tomorrow's sacrifice, whether he wants it or not, this Han envoy sacrifice can be offered in the most conspicuous position.

The crowd smiled with relief, and the monarchs looked at each other. In the end, it was the Marquis of Leak and the King of Jumachi who came to their senses first, and took the lead in praising the magnanimity of the Han Emperor, the demeanor of the Han envoy, and this ...... Wencai (God knows if they didn't understand a word). Then there will be a cloud of those who should make peace.

A crisis was resolved.

Zhuo Bihai looked at Zhang Fang's side face, and secretly praised in his heart, he was worthy of being an introductory disciple of Master Feng, full of courage and intelligence, no wonder he could be valued by Master Feng.

Feng Shi is the great sword master Feng Suo, and Zhuo Bihai also learned from this old man, that is to say, the two are the same family.

On that day, Zhang Fang sent a sword to fly, and after the vine was broken and the enemy was killed, Zhuo Bihai realized that the sword on the waist of the young prince was not used for decoration, but really had two strikes. Then, he discovered another secret - Zhang Fang's sword was actually the Dragon Shadow Sword! And this Dragon Shadow Sword, it was he who accompanied Feng Sue to visit the famous sword casting master in Shuzhong, and saw this sword come out with his own eyes, and he was very impressed.

Zhuo Bihai didn't know at that time that Feng Su was entrusted by Zhang Bo, Marquis of Fuping Miao, to find a famous teacher to cast this sword as a 100-day birthday gift for his grandson, but as soon as Zhang Fang showed this sword, he knew the origin of each other. This is also the real reason why Zhuo Bihai, who has a lonely temperament and just wants to be a hermit, accepts Zhang Fang's request, guards thousands of miles, and comes to Yelang.

Han envoys, liehous or something, Zhuo Bihai is too lazy to care, but the friendship of the same family, it is different.

"It's a pity...... Weng Zhi quickly calmed down, and looked at Zhang Fang deeply, as if nothing had happened, but I don't know if he meant that the bowl of divine wine was a pity, or that the person in front of him was a pity.

As soon as Yelang spoke, the tight strings on the scene were finally loosened. At this moment, I don't know how many people secretly pinched a cold sweat.

At Weng's instructions, one of his attendants took the clay pot and dug out the blood wine that had been poured on the ground and was about to seep into the mud along with the soil. Then holding a bowl full of blood mud, he walked around the square for a small half circle. Everywhere I went, there were dense arms. Countless Yi people rushed to reach out and grab the blood mud from the can, and stuffed it into their mouths regardless of the three, and the ecstatic appearance was as if they had eaten the most delicious food in the world. Those who couldn't grab it beat their chests and feet, and there were even those who were pushed to the ground and squeezed the injured...... The frenzied scene made the guests who saw it for the first time feel numb.

Weng Zhi looked at Zhang Fang with a smile, although he didn't speak, the look on his face clearly said, "See? You are garbage, people are treasures, you don't drink, some people rush to drink".

Zhang Fang's face was expressionless, his heart was shocked, of course what he saw was more than so superficial, this was Weng Zhi invisibly demonstrating - did you see it? How many people worship me as a god? If I give an order, how many people will die for me?

Although Weng Zhi did not speak, the pressure was invisible, and Zhang Fang had to say something to resolve it. Just as he was about to speak, a blunt question sounded: "Dare to ask the envoy, my brother Nongxi visited the Taishou Mansion last month, but he only saw him coming in but not leaving, I don't know what is going on now?" ”

Zhang Fang squinted his eyes, and saw clearly that the person who questioned was the entourage who took the blood mud just now. This is a thin middle-aged man, not amazing, with sharp eyes, strong muscles and bones, and two knife handles wrapped around hemp cords are exposed on the left and right sides of his waist.

Zhang Fang ignored the middle-aged Yiren, and only looked at Weng Zhi.

Weng Zhi said lightly: "This is my entourage Nong Han, Nong Xi is his brother, brotherly affection, too concerned, if you are offended, please Han envoy Haihan." ”

Zhang Fang nodded and said: "There are many Yijun chieftains who came to visit the envoy in Taishou Mansion, and I can't remember if there is such a person, but since you mentioned the name Nongxi...... The envoy remembers it clearly, because this person offended the envoy and was ordered to be cut down by me! ”

Zhang Fang splashed a bowl of "divine wine" before, almost detonating the scene. And now it is said that a person was cut, but few people at the scene showed even a little surprise. Well, the Han envoy cut down a Yi man with hair on the side, and there is really nothing to make a fuss about.

However, Weng Zhi and Nong Han are not among them. Especially Nong Han, his teeth rattle, his eyes were full of anger, his hands were holding the hilt of the knife, the back of his hand was bruised and protruding, and his knuckles were white.

Zhuo Bihai lifted the bamboo cane, Biao untied his hand and pressed the hilt of the sword, Han Zhong held the knife and stepped forward, and Feiyan subconsciously put his sleeves open.

Zhang Fang completely ignored Nong Han, sat down calmly, poured his own wine, and looked not like he was talking about killing people but like swatting a fly to death: "If you offend this envoy, should you be punished?" ”

Weng Zhi glanced at Wu Xie, his eyes swept over the scepter beside Zhang Fang at the same time, his pupils shrank, he swallowed his saliva, and had to helplessly respond: "Be punished." ”

As soon as these words came out, the matter of borrowing blood and mud just now, the momentum that had finally gathered dissipated at once. Weng Zhi didn't want to stand in front of this hateful Han envoy anymore, so he walked over to Wu Xie and sat down.

Nong Han didn't move, and the hand holding the knife didn't let go, and suddenly his hands were separated, Zheng Zheng! The double knives were unsheathed, and the dark blue blade reflected the firelight, reflecting the bewitching blood red.

Zhuo Bihai, Biao Jie, and Han Zhong didn't move, and the six eyes were all locked on this person. But if there is a movement, the staff, the sword, and the sword will be brought out, and it will be shattered before the opponent can make a hurtful move.

Nong Han crossed his knives on the ground, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head: "I am willing to dance the knife for the honorable envoy." ”

The banquet sword dance (knife) is the tradition of banquet and drinking in the Qin and Han dynasties, and there has been such a play at the Hongmen banquet that has been passed down through the ages. What does Nong Han mean by making this request? If you don't have a good heart, you can't dance well, let alone a dancing knife. Could it be that he also wants to come out?

Zhang Fang can completely refuse, but this is tantamount to showing cowardice, the momentum is taken away, of course Zhang Fang will not do this, and said with a smile: "Very good, let's dance." ”