On the first day of the first month of June, the evil is located in the east, and the six Yao are red, and it is advisable to marry, make an alliance, accept the collection, sacrifice, pray for blessings, enter the burial, break the ground, and bury, and avoid opening the light, opening the market,

Today is a big day for Jianji Town, and the golden basin handwashing ceremony of the old man Liu will be held at noon today.

After breakfast, Pan Long came to Liu's mansion. I saw that Liu's Mansion had already set up a table, a large area outside the door to entertain friends from the rivers and lakes who had a good taste, some people with some backgrounds or friendships in the courtyard, and guests from all walks of life in the main hall.

He took a cursory look at it, and estimated that there were four or five hundred tables, to say the least.

Even if there are only two people at a table, it can accommodate nearly 1,000 people. A banquet of this magnitude, he had only seen it in his previous life when he attended the New Year's party. Although I have seen a lot of extravagance and prosperity in this life, this is the first time I have seen such a large-scale banquet.

After all, the overall prosperity of the Kyushu world is far from that of the other world.

(It's no wonder that Wen Chao complained that Zhao Sheng "embarked on the wrong path and didn't do the right thing", if they can continue to work together, maybe they can really push the scientific and technological level of Great Xia to a higher level, and promote the whole society to become prosperous, and it will not be a thousand years later, this society has not improved much compared to what they were when they ended gloomily.) ）

Pan Long knows that whether it is social development or scientific and technological progress, there is actually a certain inertia. Without external stimuli, a society may have remained very different for thousands of years, with little obvious development.

The Great Xia Dynasty was too powerful, and the legacy left by Zhao Sheng and Wen Chao in the past years was too rich. Back then, they almost crushed all the forces around them that might threaten Great Xia, and in the past thousand years, the only one that had ever posed some threat to Great Xia was the nomadic tribal alliance "Mobei Royal Court" in Mobei during the Emperor Yihai era - it was only a flash in the pan.

The former people of the Mobei royal court have now either become the people of the northern land, or they have been expelled to the Jincheng defense line and become the so-called "desolate people", and they can no longer threaten Great Xia.

If the Great Xia Dynasty could continue like this, maybe in another thousand years, people's lifestyles would not change much from the times of Zhao Sheng and Wen Chao, at most the grain output would be higher, the population would increase a little, and that's it.

Moreover, there is still a big problem in this world: the existence of extraordinary power makes most of the talented people wonder how to live forever. The vast majority of the wisdom that was supposed to drive technological and social progress was spent on the pursuit of eternity, and finally disappeared with death, leaving no trace except for a few legends.

If this continues, I don't know how much the conservative inertia inherent in society itself will be strengthened!

Thinking of this, Pan Long sighed secretly, took out his name card and said it to a steward, and was ushered to the main hall to take a seat.

Sitting down and looking left and right, Pan Long couldn't help but smile.

Although it is said that the food is eaten, not the seat. But where to sit is first and foremost a matter of face.

The guests in this main hall are all people with bright eyes and deep momentum, and even most of their hair is a little gray, and in terms of the situation of congenital masters, they are basically seventy or eighty years old or even older.

Innate masters can live to one hundred and twenty-three or even more, and seventy or eighty years old is still considered a prime of life for them. It's just that although the body is still at its peak, it will eventually show a little aging in its appearance - the same is true of Pan Long's grandfather, Pan Shou.

In contrast, the old man Liu, who was sitting in the main seat of the hall, looked much older on his face. Not only did he have a white beard, but his face was also full of wrinkles. Just looking at his appearance, he is clearly a drooping and decrepit. But as long as you notice his gaze, no one will think that he is old and deceitful.

In those eyes, there is not only full confidence, but also unrelaxed vigilance, at a glance, you can know that it is an experienced old Jianghu, how can there be a little bit of aging!

Pan Long was looking at him when he saw Old Man Liu turn his head and smile slightly at himself. He smiled too, didn't say anything, just bowed his hand.

After a while, the guests arrived. Sitting at the front of the table were Wu Liangye, the general judge of Wuling County, the elder of the Bashan faction, the "Wine Sword Fairy" Juniper, and the famous green forest tycoon "Only Eyes to the Sky" brandy in Qianzhong. The three of them happen to represent the imperial court, the righteous path and the green forest respectively, and their identities are high enough.

With these three in charge, the Golden Basin Handwashing Ceremony is worthy of its name.

As long as the ceremony can be successfully completed, no one on the rivers and lakes will find trouble with Liu Heluo and Old Man Liu.

After a while, the tables in the courtyard were also filled one after another. Even the table outside was half full. More than 1,000 people were talking and laughing, and the scene was noisy. Fortunately, everyone still remembers that today is a day of great joy, even if those enemies who have contradictions meet, they just glance at each other, at most two words of mouth, but no one pulls out a knife and does something.

Seeing that the time was gradually approaching noon, a burly and imposing strong man stood up to act as the master of ceremonies. The ceremony was officially opened.

He first introduced the history of Mr. Liu in the past hundred years, from the hard work of the first time in the rivers and lakes, to the frightening steps on the road to growth, and then to the sword ranger after stepping into the congenital, and then to being kind to others everywhere after starting a family...... Pan Long nodded secretly when he heard this, pondering how much it cost to buy such a good article.

This article alone is not something that ordinary readers can write, but I am afraid that it is also a famous talent who has been invited to take action, and everywhere to promote the strengths and avoid the weaknesses, and the glorious things will be said in detail, and those not very good-sounding rivers and lakes will pass by, which is quite wonderful.

After talking on the phone for half an hour, no matter how well the article was written, it made people drowsy.

Fortunately, no matter how long the article is, it will be finished after all.

When noon was approaching, the master of ceremonies finally finished the introduction of this amazingly long life. Then he asked aloud, "...... Today, Mr. Liu wants to wash his hands and withdraw from the rivers and lakes. Here's a question, but anyone who wants to settle some grievances with him? Whether you want to repay your kindness or take revenge, please come out and speak. ”

No one spoke.

After a while, when Old Man Liu washed his hands, everything on the rivers and lakes had nothing to do with him. I would like to ask this second time, is there anyone who wants to say or do something? ”

Still no one spoke.

"Finally, ask again, before Old Man Liu washes his hands, is there anything to look for him?"

This time, someone finally spoke.

"I've got something to look for him. ”

As he spoke, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a haggard but cold face stood up.

"Thirty years ago, my father died under Liu Heluo's 'broken gold and silk hand', this blood feud, I dare not forget for a moment. Thirty years of hard training, just to seek revenge on him. He wants to wash his hands in a golden basin today? Yes. Beat me to death, whatever he wants!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man drew his knife.

Like a hook scimitar, a red light is murderous.