Next up is the dinner. Rao Shitian Zhiyu has seen a lot of delicacies on this planet, and in the face of the dazzling dishes of Feng Mansion, he still feels that he is lonely and unheard.

In the past, Tian Zhiyu had seen a lot of texts describing banquets in books, especially like Dream of Red Mansions, which were commonplace, but after all, they were just words.

Whether it is TV or movies, the part about the banquet is more about the plot, and few of the details of the banquet are filmed. And today Tian Zhiyu knows what it is like to be in front of him when a banquet like that in the Dream of Red Mansions appears in front of him.

The Feng family's banquet room was so big that Tian Zhiyu felt that he could play a football game inside.

When Feng Tianyou announced the opening of the banquet and the housekeeper instructed the maids to serve the food, Tian Zhiyu saw the rows of little girls dressed in uniform costumes, each with a wooden tray for plates, walking lightly to each table, and elegantly putting the plates on the table.

The maids came in and went out in rows, and the dishes on the table gradually increased, Tian Zhiyu originally thought that the food with Ma Bencai was already very good, but when he saw the exquisite and fragrant dishes in front of him, his stomach had already begun to rumble uncontrollably.

The banquet not only has many exquisite dishes, but also has cheerful music played by silk and bamboo.

When the dishes were ready, after Mr. Feng said a few words, more than a dozen women came up, wearing silk long skirts, fluttering belts, light and graceful, dancing together like a frightening dragon, really beautiful.

Tian Zhiyu instantly thought of the ancient poems describing banquets in his mind, and thought that it was no wonder that scholars and doctors were so fond of banquets, food was secondary, such pleasing dances, and such pleasant music were all an ultimate enjoyment.

After the banquet, it was inevitable that there would be a lot of staggering, and after three rounds of drinking, the old man gradually talked more, and Ma Bencai finally dared to open up, and the banquet became lively all of a sudden.

Tian Zhiyu carefully tasted the best dishes in front of him, thinking about which dishes were similar to those in his previous life, and which dishes were more delicious, and finally came to the conclusion that the current dishes may not be as many as later, and the seasonings are not as rich, but these dishes, in terms of taste alone, are far more than later.

For example, the roast duck, Tian Zhiyu thinks it is much better than the later Peking duck and Nanjing salted duck, the entrance is fat but not greasy, soft but not rotten, slightly salty and very fresh, as a snack is very suitable.

And the plate of West Lake vinegar fish, the fish melts in the mouth, and the taste is endless, Tian Zhiyu can't even feel where the fish bones are.

Not to mention that there are several exquisite materials, which not only have good color and flavor, but also let Tian Zhiyu see that vegetables can also make so many patterns.

After staggering with everyone, Tian Zhiyu saw that Old Man Feng shouted to stop playing and dancing, and looked at Tian Zhiyu as if he was going to speak, Tian Zhiyu was nervous for a while, and he wouldn't let himself compose poems and lyrics again.

Fortunately, the old man was really not interested in the way of poetry, and he did not embarrass Tian Zhiyu, but said: "Zhiyu, just now Luo Xiang said that you entered the middle school in four months, the old man wants to see it, it just so happens that there are a few masters in my house, I will choose one and learn from you, what do you think?"

As long as you don't let me write poems and lyrics, let me do anything, Tian Zhiyu said secretly.

"Since the old man is interested, then Zhiyu is better than obeying his fate respectfully, but Zhiyu wants to declare one thing in advance. ”

Feng Tianyou said curiously: "To the rain, you say." ”

"Since Zhiyu practiced martial arts, he has been practicing internal skills with Brother Wulihan, but he has never had a specific teacher for moves. Tian Zhiyu said honestly.

Feng Tianyou became even more curious, and hurriedly asked, "Then you have never practiced moves?"

Tian Zhiyu smiled: "No, it's just that there are some inside stories here, and Zhiyu is really embarrassed to say it." ”

"Tell me about the rain, there are no outsiders here. ”

Tian Zhiyu was helpless, so he had to say that because he had fought with the apprentices of Beiyi National Master Dalantai, who knew that he had actually recorded their unique mastery of the Imperial Grass and Seeking the Wind, so when he was cultivating later, he often used the Imperial Grass to find the wind to assist the internal force, so that he could cultivate both internally and externally.

However, he also stated that he had never used the Imperial Grass to find the wind when he fought with others, because he also knew that using the martial arts of other people's sects was taboo.

Of course, Tian Zhiyu remembered that he had fought Zheng Luqiu with Yucao Xunfeng, but Zheng Luqiu was dead, and no one else knew about it except Wulihan.

Feng Tianyou listened to his words, his face was a little grim, and he said, "This is indeed something that is not humane to outsiders. But as long as you don't use it against the enemy, don't preach it everywhere, and you are forced to do it, the old man can understand. ”

And Feng Zhengkun, who was sitting under Old Man Feng, said: "You only fought with the disciples of Dalantai once, and you remembered all the imperial grass winds?"

Tian Zhiyu nodded.

Feng Zhengkun felt incredible, and said, "Then do you only need to see others use moves once, and you can remember them all?"

Tian Zhiyu shook his head and said: "No, I fought with that person for a long time that time, and he used the grass and wind many times, so I remembered it." ”

"That's also amazing," Feng Tianyou exclaimed: "This kind of unforgettable ability, few people in the world can do it." Among the masters that the old man knows in his life, probably only the sword god Zhao Wukuang can do it, maybe over time, you can really reach Zhao Wukuang's level. ”

Tian Zhiyu heard Ma Bencai and Wu Lihan mention Zhao Wukuang many times, and knew that he was one of the only few masters of the Dragon List, the head of the Luoshui Sword Society, and the weapon he used was the famous sword general.

Seeing that the old man compared himself to the great grandmaster, he hurriedly said modestly: "Old man, you are serious, the sword god is the great grandmaster, how can Zhiyu He De be compared with the great grandmaster." ”

"Hey, don't be presumptuous Zhiyu, although you are still far behind him now, but as long as you keep practicing, it is not impossible to reach his level," Feng Tianyou obviously liked Tian Zhiyu very much, and then said with a smile: "Today is a family banquet, there are no outsiders, you will use the imperial grass to find the wind, let me see what kind of martial arts wizards are extraordinary." ”

After he finished speaking, the old man remembered something again, and said to everyone: "Today's matter, the old man hopes that only the people in the house will know, and no one will say it to the outside world. ”

Everyone hurriedly said yes, Feng Tianyou turned around and whispered something to the housekeeper, the housekeeper couldn't help nodding, and then looked at the old man's gesture and walked out.

After a while, the housekeeper came in with a middle-aged man, Tian Zhiyu saw that he was light and high-spirited, although there was no murderous spirit in his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he looked like a master.

When the man walked to the center of the venue, Feng Tianyou said: "This is Jiang Xinhe, a distinguished guest of my Feng Mansion, Zhiyu, you have a trick with him, so that the old man can open his eyes." ”

Tian Zhiyu hurriedly stood up, first signaled to Feng Tianyou, and then walked in front of Jiang Xinhe, and gave a salute, Jiang Xinhe looked at Tian Zhiyu and returned the salute, his eyes full of indifference.

"Zhiyu, what weapon are you using?" Feng Tianyou said.

Tian Zhiyu replied: "Zhiyu also uses a sword, when he was in Taiyuan, he once went to visit the sword-casting master Zhuo Bufan, thanks to Master Zhuo's affordability, he gave Zhiyu a dragon spring, but he visited Feng's mansion today, and he didn't bring it with him?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was full of surprise, the name of the sword-casting master Zhuo Bufan has been spread in the rivers and lakes for decades, and the children of the rivers and lakes are proud to have a sword of Master Zhuo, especially the legendary Longquan sword, which is the existence that the people in the rivers and lakes desire and cannot reach, but I didn't expect Master Zhuo to give one of them to Tian Zhiyu.

"Master Zhuo is also a good eye, good style, when he sees you, he dares to give you his lifelong treasure Longquan Sword, which will also be a good story in the future," Feng Tianyou sighed with emotion: "Zhiyu, next time you come to my house, be sure to bring the Longquan Sword, the old man also wants to see what the sword that Master Zhuo treasured all his life looks like." ”

Tian Zhiyu nodded in agreement.

Feng Tianyou said to the housekeeper again: "You go and get my Chengying to use for Zhiyu," and when the housekeeper turned to leave, he continued: "My Chengying may not be as good as the Longquan Sword, but it is also the proud work of He Xingzhi, the master of Jiangnan Sword Casting, and it should not dishonor your identity as Zhiyu." ”

Tian Zhiyu hurriedly thanked him, and when the housekeeper came back, holding a sword in his arms, he walked up to Tian Zhiyu and handed it to him with both hands.

Tian Zhiyu took the sword respectfully, feeling lighter than the Longquan sword, and looking at it carefully, it was also more gorgeous than the Longquan sword.

He pulled out his sword, returned the scabbard to the butler, and then walked up to Jiang Xinhe and said, "Please give Mr. Jiang advice, and I hope Mr. Jiang's subordinates will be merciful." ”

Jiang Xinhe didn't take Tian Zhiyu in his eyes, but just now he heard him say that Zhuo Buzhi gave him the Longquan, and he had already put away five points of contempt, and now he looked at the Feng Tianyou Chengying he used, and he knew the weight of this young man in Feng Tianyou's heart, and he couldn't help but start to pay attention to it.

As soon as he handed over his hand, Tian Zhiyu felt that the strength of this Jiang Xinhe should be about the same as Zheng Luqiu, and he also had some doubts when he relaxed, since he came to this planet, he has come into contact with a lot of martial arts cultivators, except for Zheng Wuqiu, a peerless master, the rest of the people, whether it is Wulihan Zheng Luqiu, or Master Mingkong, the people of the Longmen Sword Society, the people of the Hebei Sword Society, plus the Jiang Xinhe in front of him, the strength is from the middle grade to the upper middle grade, and only Lin Zhaoyang can reach the top grade. Why is it easy to get to the middle grade, but so difficult to get to the top grade?

It was the first time that Tian Zhiyu had seen the moves used by Jiang Xinhe, but he was already familiar with the Imperial Grass Seeking Wind, the Clear Spring Stone Flow and the Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves, and he also had a rough summary of the moves of this Jianghu, so he didn't worry too much.

And the grass is really exquisite, and most of the moves are not inferior, if it weren't for Tian Zhiyu's internal strength not being as good as Jiang Xinhe, Tian Zhiyu would be confident that he would defeat him within a hundred moves.

And Jiang Xinhe's feeling was just the opposite, when he first fought, he found that Tian Zhiyu's internal strength could not compare to himself, so he was full of confidence.

After fighting dozens of moves, he found that Tian Zhiyu's swordsmanship far exceeded his own moves, and his offense and defense were all brought into full play.

Tian Zhiyu is very happy every time he fights with a master or a quasi-master, although it is important to practice by himself, but actual combat is the only truth to test the level of cultivation.

The more Jiang Xinhe found that his confidence in defeating Tian Zhiyu became weaker, and later he even became a little depressed, and then began to be impatient, and his originally coherent moves began to show flaws.

And after Tian Zhiyu felt this, he became more and more confident in his swordsmanship, and even a few times as long as he took some risks, he was very sure that Jiang Xinhe's sword would be knocked out.

Tian Zhiyu didn't do this in the end, firstly, Jiang Xinhe was Feng Tianyou's protégé after all, and doing so by himself would make the old man lose face, and secondly, it would be easy for others to think that he was a person who was willing to take risks in order to win, and his impression might have changed.

After all, this is not a fight with someone like Zheng Luqiu, you have to divide life and death, so after dozens of moves, Tian Zhiyu took advantage of Jiang Xinhe's flaw and sold a flaw himself, and the two of them "made mistakes" respectively, both took a few steps back, and both stood still.

Tian Zhiyu was afraid that Jiang Xinhe would be in a hurry, so he hurriedly put away his sword, and bowed to Jiang Xinhe: "Mr. Jiang's swordsmanship is exquisite, Zhiyu really admires, and it will inevitably be a little embarrassed to fight again, so it is better for Mr. Jiang to be merciful today, let's stop here." ”

Seeing him say this, Jiang Xinhe already knew in his heart that this young man had saved enough face for himself, and he was ashamed for a while, and then said frankly: "Tian Shaoxia is polite, I can't take advantage of you in the slightest, we can count this fight as a draw." Tian Shaoxia is not only outstanding in kung fu, but also admirable in his mind, Jiang is ashamed of himself. ”

After saying that, he also gave a salute to Tian Zhiyu, and then a salute to Feng Tianyou, and turned to leave.

"Sure enough, the hero is a young man, and the rain is not leaking, even if Dalantai comes, it may not be better than you," Feng Tianyou smiled and admired.

Tian Zhiyu hurriedly said a few more modest words, returned the Chengying to the housekeeper, and then said, "It was Mr. Jiang who asked Zhiyu just now." Mr. Jiang's internal strength is much higher than that of the rain, and if he didn't give an inch at the beginning, the rain would have already been lying down. ”

"You can't say that about the rain, there are no two people fighting, and they will fight hard as soon as they come up," Feng Tianyou said: "Xinhe's internal strength is indeed higher than yours, but it's not a world of difference, and your Imperial Grass Wind is much more subtle than Xinhe's moves, as long as a protracted battle is formed, it's really hard to say who wins and who loses." However, Xinhe has been immersed in martial arts for decades, and you have only studied for four months, from this point alone, Xinhe is not your opponent, and there are few people in the world who are your opponents. ”

After Tian Zhiyu was polite, Feng Tianyou praised, the two of them went back and forth, or Feng Zhengqian came out to break this cycle over and over again, and then continued to stagger, singing and dancing, until very late, Old Man Feng was very old, and he drank a lot of wine, obviously tired, Tian Zhiyu looked at Luo Qi, and Luo Qi got up and said goodbye.

Old Man Feng repeatedly told Tian Zhiyu to come as a guest in the future, and then instructed Feng Zhengqian and Feng Zhengkun to send everyone out.

Waiting for the housekeeper to call Nuan Yue in the backyard, Feng Zhengqian led a group of people out, he first said a few polite words to Luo Qi, and then walked to Tian Zhiyu's side and said: "Zhiyu, the old man is having a banquet today, the old man is inconvenient to say, I will invite you alone another day, let's talk about literature." ”

In fact, Tian Zhiyu is quite afraid of chatting with these seniors in the literary world in private, if he says some poetry and songs, Tian Zhiyu can barely cope with it, if they have a whim, just like Dou Mingyuan did, talking about those things, Tian Zhiyu's head will explode.

However, in the face of Feng Zhengqian's invitation, Tian Zhiyu had to agree.