I. Chapter 43

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New Year's Banquet, a simple name.

But it is the largest annual gathering of Qingyan Country and surrounding countries.

There is no fanfare, no hype......

Because this is a banquet in the world of the strong, it is destined that there are only so many people who participate.

They are cold, cold, and without the slightest mercy.

This was the earliest thought of ordinary people about the invitees to the New Year's Feast.

Until this day, when the slum was successfully settled.

When everyone knew that it was one of this year's invitees who had driven the solution of the slum problem.

On the main road leading to Miyagi, several red lanterns are lit.

The lantern was simple, and the light could only illuminate a radius beneath the feet.

But it's a little mind, something that is perceived.

On this night, the news of Jiang Heng's breakthrough to the Martial Arts Realm soon spread throughout the inn.

After his one-round battle with Ah Ping, his every move became the focus of everyone's attention.

Especially when he chose to walk to Miyagi step by step, when he could fly to Miyagi, they were even more puzzled.

What's even more strange to them is that-

With Jiang Heng, it was not only Shuo Buer but also Yan Hongzhu, and even Ah Ping appeared beside him, followed by Qing Liangping and Jian Leng.

The two teams walked side by side towards Miyagi, speechless throughout the whole process.

But Jiang Heng was very curious about this young man named Ah Ping, especially his seemingly gentlemanly demeanor.

Obstructing Jian Leng is not a gentleman's style, but just respect for himself.

This kind of respect can only be understood by people like him.

Ah Ping is an ordinary-looking young man, there is nothing to use for a special description, if there is, it is that his gaze is too cold, too cold.

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The palace is deep, a little deep, the snow ahead is not clear, the cold wind is fierce, and the young people walk; they gather together, it is difficult to know the grievances, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

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Under the leadership of the petty officials who had been waiting outside Miyagi for a long time, everyone joined Miyagi.

Under the dark sky, no matter how different the scenery is, it will not be visible tonight.

Especially for Jiang Heng, since he entered this palace city, his heart will not be focused on observing what the palace city is like.

Ah Ping is like this, Shuo Buer is like this, Yan Hongzhu is like this, and Jian Leng is like this.

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The banquet was held at Keisho Hall.

There were seven annual banquets, and the first banquet was not very popular.

In particular, there are not many idle people, except for those who need to be in charge of the scene, they are the petty officials who are responsible for serving the food next to the seat.

The purpose of the first banquet is mainly to allow the invitees to get to know each other once this year, and of course, they can also have a simple exchange at the banquet.

Naturally, it's a simple exchange......

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The seats on the Qingshu Hall have been set up, and the wine and food have been prepared.

The seats are arranged in order, led by the Shengwangmen and the Qingyan Ancient School.

Because at present, the two largest forces in Qingyan Country are still between these two sects, so the tables on both sides of them are opposite.

That is to say, opposite Jiang Heng is Ah Ping, who has cold eyes, and the opposite side of Yan Hongzhu is naturally Jian Leng.

As soon as Jiang Heng sat down, he smelled the delicious taste of the wine as an alcoholic.

When he was reaching out and grabbing the full glass of wine—

"Deputy Head ...... Jiang"

Who's calling themselves?

Jiang Heng followed the voice and looked over, it was an old man who seemed to be in his sixties and seventies.

A dark color dress is draped over his body, and even if he has reached this age, his body still looks hard and tight.

When the man came in, he noticed that Na Shuo Fuji had also introduced him.

"This is Zhao Gaochang, the younger brother of the first master general of the Qingyan Imperial Court!"

This old guy's strength is at the third order of the Zen Martial Realm.

didn't lose the face of his big brother in the True Martial Realm, but after the general's grievances were ignored, Jiang Heng was bored with everyone about the general.

Especially Zhao Gaochang looked at himself with a wicked smile, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said: "I have heard that Deputy Head Jiang is good at music, I don't know if I appreciate my face and play a song for everyone present?"

Afraid that Jiang Heng would refuse, Zhao Gaochang said loudly: "After all, it's too boring to only eat tonight, you say yes!"

Under Zhao Gaochang's instigation, many people followed suit.

Jiang Heng chuckled, how could he not see the thoughts of these people, he did not refuse, and said: "If you just play one or two paragraphs, how can you not follow it!"

Stretched out his hand to Zhao Gaochang and asked, "Can you take a guqin and borrow it from me to play?"

Zhao Gaochang shook his hand decisively: "Hey, I heard that Deputy Head Jiang is good at playing the flute, so let's use the flute to play!"

had already seen his thoughts, and after saying this, he even showed his fox tail.

Shuo Buji on the side reminded in a low voice: "Be careful, they want to be tempted!"

Yan Hongzhu followed and said coldly: "If it can be easily tempted, then when the sect is elected, our head will not be so easily recruited!"

His eyes glanced at Jiang Heng: "Yes, Deputy Head Jiang ......"

Jiang Heng didn't answer, holding his own green bamboo stick.

Walking to the middle of the banquet, his gaze rushed directly to Ah Ping.

In addition to his own people here, he is the only one who is qualified to make himself look at each other.

He opened his mouth and asked Xiang Na Ping: "Brother Ping, how about I make a bet with you?"

Ah Ping looked at Jiang Heng and asked with a cold gaze, "What are you betting on?"

"No bets!"

Jiang Heng turned the bamboo stick in his hand casually: "I'll bet with you that I can make half of the people here cry, do you believe it?"

Ah Ping said in a flat tone: "Then let's start!"

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The emerald bamboo stick was raised to her lips.

A song "Sunshine Three Stacks" sounded slowly.

The flute sound was low, suppressing the sad emotion, and smearing a layer of sadness in the bustling Qingshu Palace.

Its voice just kept coming in a low voice......

Drift away......

Floated into everyone's ears.

It seemed that there was more to them than just the music, and after the music entered their minds, a vague picture appeared in front of them, and what appeared in the picture was a line of words:

In the spring of the Qinghe Festival, the rain in Weicheng is light, and the guest house is new in the willow color.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. Frost night and frost morning, long distance over the city.

Sorrowful service, hard work, hard work, hard work, should be cherished, should be cherished.

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In the Qingshu Palace, those cultivators are also human beings.

People have feelings, and as long as there are feelings, there will be tears.

And the biggest effect of this Yangguan Trilogy is that it can arouse the sadness in everyone's heart, the sadness of parting.

It's not deep or painful, but it makes people cry.

If you endure it, the feeling will become stronger......