In front of the Huode Palace, the nobles of Zhushan County have arrived one after another, and they have sat on both sides of the desk where incense and offerings are ready to be placed, but the first row on both sides of the table is still empty.

As in previous years, these positions can only be reserved for the Feng family master and his children, and even in the eyes of the vast majority of people in Zhushan County, the Feng family is prosperous, and Zhushan County can continue to be safe and prosperous.

Feng Qinghan is still young, although he is extremely famous in Zhushan County, but he does not need to interfere in chores, so after greeting some nobles who came over, he just stood quietly and waited.

The road was already extremely crowded, and the crowd was like a tide, only to separate as the procession carrying the god of the stove or the god of dancing passed by, and then suddenly closed again.

It would take a lot of time for people from afar to squeeze in front of this Hall of Fire Virtue.

However, Feng Qinghan's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and a faint layer of killing intent surged up on his immature face.

He saw a white cloud coming from the eaves in the distance at an alarming speed.

In the crowded crowd in front of the Hall of Huode, some people also saw this vision, and exclamations continued to sound.

In that white cloud, two figures could be faintly seen, which was no different from the legendary sword immortal who soared through the clouds.

Feng Futang took a deep breath, as the most powerful steward of the Feng family, he was naturally more serious than Feng Qinghan, so at this moment, he did not have the mood of looking forward to it like Feng Qinghan, and was faintly uneasy.

Xue forgot to fall in the middle of the field.

Among the nobles who had already sat down, there were naturally many cultivators, but they could all feel the majestic aura of heaven and earth in that cloud.

This kind of aura is the gap between heaven and earth compared to their cultivation realm.

So everyone was trembling, no one dared to make a sound, and there was silence in the room.

This silence even spread outward, and even the crowd around the Fire Virtue Hall was much quieter, no longer noisy.

Feng Qinghan naturally knew what kind of realm this white-haired and white-bearded old man had reached, but he didn't feel the slightest fear, and a more grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His gaze fell on Ding Ning behind Xue Wangxu.

Ding Ning stood behind Xue Wangxu, as calm as ever.

He sensitively felt Feng Qinghan's ill-intentioned eyes, although he didn't even know Feng Qinghan's identity at the moment, but he had already vaguely guessed a possibility.

He didn't even glance back at Feng Qinghan, he just shook his head lightly unconsciously.

Feng Futang stepped forward, still respectfully saluting Xue Wangxu, and said, "Why did Lord Xue Cave change his mind today and want to come to watch the ceremony?"

Xue Wangxu turned his head and glanced at Ding Ning, then looked at Feng Futang, and said with an indifferent smile: "Yesterday he said that I was hypocritical, and today you and I don't want to be so hypocritical." ”

Feng Futang's face stiffened slightly, and he said softly: "Today, there are calligraphy and paintings of Her Royal Highness the Empress to worship, on this occasion... I'm afraid it's not a good fit, right?"

Xue Wangxu said calmly: "Naturally, after viewing the calligraphy and paintings of Her Royal Highness the Queen, I will help the people of Zhushan County." ”

Feng Futang took a deep breath, didn't say anything more, just made a gesture of please, and said, "In that case, please take a seat for Lord Xue Dong." ”

Xue Wangxu said lightly: "I've been sitting for a long time, just stand." ”

Feng Futang was silent and respectfully retreated.

......

Since they are no longer hypocritical, no one pays attention to Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning anymore.

The nobles of Zhushan County, who were already seated, looked at Xue Wangxu's attitude towards Feng Futang, and vaguely guessed that Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning were not here to cheer, but to seek revenge, and their eyes also showed some sneer.

In their opinion, the Feng family will never be afraid, and what needs to be seen is how these two outsiders will end.

The statue of the god of the hearth, which had been paraded around the circle, was seated first.

Then the procession of the dancing gods danced more vigorously around the statue of the god of the hearth, and various offerings were offered to the tribute table.

Almost at the moment when the tribute was placed, the crowd on the periphery cheered, and one side walked lightly in the front, with a splendid curtain on the chariot, which looked luxurious and abnormal, but there was no sitting, but there was a jade plate in the middle, and there was a scroll of brocade in the middle.

After this chariot, a group of people who followed on foot were all members of the Feng family, and one of them, dressed in plain Zen clothes, was spotless Feng Qianxun at the forefront.

The people on both sides of the road obviously respected Feng Qianxun to the extreme, and even no one knelt down along the street and bowed to him.

Looking at such a scene, Ding Ning's face was still extremely calm, like a rock in the waves.

Xue Wuxu couldn't help but shake his head, "It seems that he is really good to the Zheng people in this place." ”

Ding Ning said in the usual cold tone of the eldest grandson Qianxue: "If he is really good, when the Bashan Sword Field is broken by the army, he should die in battle with the other senior brothers." ”

Xue Wuxu glanced at him with some concern and said, "It's not a good thing to know too much about the story. ”

Ding Ning said: "Whether it's a story or a current thing, some truths will never change. This is the reason why I like Senior Brother Zhang Yi and don't like Senior Brother Su Qin. ”

Xue Wangxu was slightly stunned, and said approvingly: "It makes sense, even if Zhang Yi is a woman and mother-in-law, but he does care for his fellow disciples... Sometimes it's hard to say right or wrong, but first of all, it's about basic integrity. ”

Seal the thousand turbidity and go to the front of the incense case.

In this process, he didn't even glance at Xue Wangxu, and in the incomparably respectful shouts of the surrounding mountain people, he didn't have an arrogant look, and always maintained absolute humility, as if the shelf in front of him was not just enshrined in the queen's picture, but the queen herself.

He was the first to start offering incense, and then began to speak, and unlike in previous years, the focus of his speech today naturally gathered on this picture scroll of the queen.

What is said is naturally how the queen is generous, how to care for Zhushan County, today's annual Stove Temple Fair, the queen also specially painted a picture scroll with auspicious meaning, praying for all the people in Zhushan County.

Listening to such words, the voices of "Her Royal Highness the Queen" and "Her Royal Highness the Queen" kept ringing in his ears, and a layer of coldness slowly floated on Ding Ning's calm face, who lowered his head.

He thought coldly in his heart, but in order to avoid Xue Wangxu's excessive worry, he didn't say it directly.

If the most noble woman in the Great Qin Empire was really so generous and cared for the Zheng people at this moment, why didn't she stand up and say a word when the Zheng State was destroyed and countless Zheng people died in hard labor and migration during the canal repair?

On the contrary, during those times, she behaved even more ruthlessly than many Qin people, just because she didn't want people to associate her with Zheng people too much.

If this is a little repentance and compensation for the coldness of the past, when she thinks of many other things in the past, when she thinks of those excessive coldness, will she also have a trace of repentance?

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The temple fair soon entered the most important part.

In the thunderous voice of the people of Zhushan County, Feng Qianxun saluted the scroll with great solemnity, then took out the scroll, walked to the statue of the god of the stove, and untied the gold thread tied to the scroll.

All the sounds quickly died down, and the room quickly fell silent.

Everyone wants to see what is painted in the scroll written by the queen mother.

Ding Ning also wanted to know, so he took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.

Feng Qianyun's hands were unusually stable, and the scroll slowly unfolded in his hands.

An unbelievable voice rang out.

Even many people in Zhushan County trembled with fear, and some even cried out in fear.

Because Feng Qianxun unfolded the picture scroll at this time, there was a blank color, a strange whiteness, revealing a coldness that was difficult to describe in words, making people only think of the extremely bitter cold snow.

The queen gave the painting, but there was nothing on the scroll, only a piece of snow white and bitter cold, what does this mean?

Could it be that there is something wrong in Zhushan County, and is the queen mother's warning with this painting?

However, at this moment, the eyes of the vast majority of people involuntarily widened.

A majestic and majestic aura suddenly flowed out from the blank and bitter cold scroll.

Only cultivators can feel that in the heaven and earth in front of this scroll, many lines of heaven and earth vitality flow suddenly appeared, and that was the rune lines condensed with divine consciousness.

Wisps of red poured out from the blank scroll.

Bright red appeared in the bitter cold snow, and then everyone saw that it was a red plum that was in full bloom.

At the moment when this red plum completely appeared on the picture scroll, countless wisps of real bright red fire appeared in the air in front of it, slowly rising, forming countless red flowers in the air.

These flowers warmed the air around the entire Fire Temple.

"The bitter cold is gone, and the red plums are blooming... This is the bitterness that comes to life!"

In the crowd, someone shouted something like this.

The fear and suspicion of all the people of Zhushan County completely disappeared, and looking at the flowers condensed by the real fire, their eyes were left with awe and gratitude.

Such a sight, such a majesty, is a real miracle for them.

"The queen's realm is higher than mine. ”

Feeling the formless runes that suddenly formed and the soft heaven and earth vitality in the air, Xue Wangxu said in a solemn and respectful whisper: "I'm afraid that the eighth realm is only one step away from the final breaking realm. ”

Ding Ning's face was slightly pale, and it was a little sickly red reflected by the bright red flowers that fluttered like scattered flowers of those heavenly maidens.

It was only at this time that Feng Qianxun's gaze really fell on Xue Wangxu.

At such an age, what else can't you understand?

Do you still want to think about putting your anger on the day when you see such a picture?

He couldn't understand Xue Wangxu's thoughts, and couldn't help but shake his head gently.