In front of the stone staircase leading to the Hongyan wall, next to the cyan boulder engraved with the word "Hongmen", Hu Xia was explaining his intention to the Hongmen disciples stationed here. On the other hand, Huang Linzhan was engrossed in looking at the boulder, feeling the majestic breath between the words, and his heart was surging.

Earlier, when he was on the hill not far from here, because he was about to arrive at Hongmen, Hu Xia sent a letter to his uncle Hu Sheng, asking him to tell Ji Menglan that he and Huang Linzhan were about to arrive in Hongmen, and asked Ji Menglan to wait in Hongmen for the time being.

Perhaps Hu Sheng had arranged it in advance, so after Ji Menglan made it clear to him, a Hongmen disciple led the two towards the stone staircase.

Huang Linzhan followed behind the Hongmen disciple and Hu Xia, and for some reason, when he stepped on the first step of the stone staircase, his mood became extremely heavy.

Looking up, the red brick and blue tile roofs that were faintly visible on the top of the peak were Hongmen, and the black jade intermittent ointment needed to treat himself was there, but why was his heart not as excited as before.

At this moment, it was the time of the Hongmen banquet, and among the representatives from all walks of life who came to participate in the banquet, there may be a person whose hands were stained with the blood of the Tiger Hunting Hall.

This person is hidden among those famous and decent families, and he is condemning the slaughter of the Yellow Mansion of the Demon Regiment, which was mentioned in the banquet, or cursing through gritted teeth, condemning his cruel methods, and cursing his cold-blooded beastliness.

Perhaps it was his high-pitched voice of condemnation and vicious curses that made his disguise seamless, so no one would think that the person who shouted to catch the thief was actually the real thief.

It was this person who once held grievances about the massacre of the Huangfu, confused other people's audio-visual opinions, and laughed at those people for being stupid, but also proud of his "resourcefulness".

Although he climbed the stone stairs step by step, Huang Linzhan's mind was full of the face of the person with whom he had a deep blood feud.

Stopped, and after his frantic heaving chest calmed down a little, Huang Linzhan continued to keep up with the Hongmen disciple and Hu Xia.

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"Since 20 years ago, since the opening of the Hongmen Banquet by Hongmen ancestor Hong Nanyang, it has been held as scheduled every year, and it is precisely because of the convening of this banquet that the war caused by the conflict of interests of various families and sects has been avoided, and the Demon Sect that is eyeing the Western Realm has been shocked, so this Hongmen banquet is the general trend of the world, and it is no longer a matter of the Hongmen family. ”

A middle-aged man from the Qi Chong Zhu clan said menacingly: "Now it is also an invitation from Hongmen to various forces, but this banquet is imminent, why has Master Hong not seen anyone for a long time, is it not possible to regard the world's major events as child's play?"

"Speaking of the atmosphere, the Hongmen banquet is no longer a matter of the Hongmen family, but it has been carefully organized by the Hongmen all along, so it can be held smoothly. The major events in the world are not the affairs of the Hongmen family, and the scepter is also the unity of all the families and sects in the world, no one can decide, why is the head of the Hong family delayed for a moment because of important matters now, and you are so difficult?"

Representatives of the Hongmen side of the gang argued with the middle-aged man from the Qichong Zhu clan.

In the hall, the representatives who came to the banquet from all walks of life were complaining because the head of the house, Hong Dachuan, did not show up, and the representatives of the gang who defended Hongmen were rubbing their fists and grinding their hands against those who tried to disrupt the banquet.

In the audience, except for the Imperial Demon Regiment, Mu Wangfu and Ni Guanzhai who sat quietly in place and did not say a word, the rest of the representatives were already in a mess.

Even Qi Wenbin, who has always been gentle and elegant, is ready to move, because in the previous condemnations, when some people condemned Hong Dachuan, the head of the Hongmen, and mentioned that Qijian Villa treated the Hongmen banquet and only sent some milky hairy boys to fill up the number indiscriminately, saying that this style was no different from Hong Dachuan's style of not attending the Hongmen banquet on time.

And it was none other than Ding Shanyue, the master of the Tiger Laughing Hall, who had been in constant dispute with Qijian Villa.

"Senior Ding is in the position of the hall master of the Tiger Laughing Hall that controls the entire south, and the three of my junior brothers are naturally milky hairy boys in your eyes, but the seniors should not threaten to conclude that my Qijian Villa does not attach importance to this Hongmen banquet. I waited for this time to come by order, representing the will of the entire Qijian Villa, although we couldn't get on the stage, but we never had the slightest disrespect for this Hongmen banquet. ”

Feeling the sudden release of the breath of senior brother Qi Wenbin, Zhuge Ming hurriedly said to Ding Shanyue in the front row.

Ding Shanyue turned to look at this childish young man, and looked down at his son Ding Maozhuo, who had been bowing his head and being silent, beside him, thinking that the future of this Qijian Villa was not only Qi Wenbin, but also Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming's simple words have indeed attracted the attention of many people.

His words not only did not collide with Ding Shanyue, but at the same time as the number of courtesies increased, it also clarified that Qi Jian Villa did not pay attention to the Hongmen banquet, and even stopped the imminent conflict between Qi Wenbin and Ding Shanyue.

All of a sudden, the hot eyes that had been cast on Qi Wenbin before were all cast towards Zhuge Ming, because they knew very well that Zhuge Ming was facing what a terrifying existence, and it was unimaginable courage to be neither humble nor arrogant in the face of this horror.

With a cold snort, Ding Shanyue turned around and sat down, not speaking.

After all, Zhuge Ming's attitude can be regarded as a step of his own, although he can solve a few people in an instant, but there are many powerful people in this hall, and how many people are also waiting to see their jokes.

After sitting down, Ding Shanyue turned his head and looked at Ding Maozhuo beside him again, his eyes extended infinite disappointment, maybe at this moment in his eyes, Ding Maozhuo will never be able to compare, but not only Qi Wenbin and Hong Zhaosheng, but now there is another Zhuge Ming.

Feeling the gaze of his father Ding Shanyue, although Ding Maozhuo pretended to be nothing, in fact, in his heart, he was already endlessly sour.

The noise in the room was still unabated, and perhaps the most calm was the old man with a goatee who was dressed in a black cloth shirt, wearing a scarf and hat, and holding a gloomy wooden staff in the seat of Mu Wangcheng.

Since this person entered the hall, he has not said a word, and although the noise in the hall is loud, it does not affect his peace of mind in the slightest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting a long time. ”

A powerful voice came, making the room suddenly silent, The voice was not deliberately raised, but there was no one in the field who did not hear it. It is not deliberately pretended, but it is deeply imprinted into everyone's heart.

Everyone quieted down and looked for prestige, only to see Hong Dachuan with his hands behind him, slowly stepping in from the gate.

"I couldn't come to the banquet on time before, and someone Hong is here to compensate you. ”

Walking to the center of the hall, Hong Dachuan still put his hands behind his back, although the seats of the delegates who came to the banquet were on the left and right, but Hong Dachuan was looking straight ahead when he spoke.

Although he said that he couldn't go to the banquet on time, Hong Dachuan didn't mean to explain, and he also said that he didn't want to accompany him, but this sentence was taken as all the humble words of apology.

This is the strong, the strong man above the sky, although in this hall, the strong man is not only him Hong Dachuan, but Hong Dachuan is the strong man who does his own thing and is unscrupulous. And the strong are in front of the strong, and not being afraid is the dialogue between the strong.

Mu Chenghui, who has been "closing his eyes and recuperating", opened his eyes, and together with several other influential figures, he also looked towards Hong Dachuan.

The previous hustle and bustle suddenly stopped, and even the anger that filled the entire hall before disappeared, because what was replaced was the undisguised majestic breath emanating from Hong Dachuan's body.

Feeling the majesty, looking at the figure, and listening to the footsteps of the station, the previous Lishan disciple who took advantage of the chaos to vent his dissatisfaction regretted it very much, he regretted his unconcealed mouth, regretted his ashamed words, and regretted his short-sightedness.

And the people who were intimidated by that majestic were not only this Lishan disciple, except for those few people in the audience, everyone was breathing carefully, especially the representatives of the family sects who had made all kinds of complaints before.

Ji Menglan followed behind Hong Dachuan, which also attracted everyone's attention. Many people don't know her, but many people are surprised why the person who followed behind Hong Dachuan was not the blind man who killed the son of the demon Nie Chongshan with one sword, nor the genius who was famous all over the world, but such a seemingly ordinary woman.

Feeling the many puzzled eyes, Ji Menglan didn't think so, because she knew very well that in the next banquet process, if these people knew their origins, their jaws would definitely drop.

Except, of course, for a few people who know themselves.

Ji Menglan glanced at the seats on the left and right, although it was brief, she saw Qi Wenbin and the others who had helped in Yancheng, and when they were intertwined with Ji Menglan's eyes, several people nodded to Ji Menglan at almost the same time.

Regarding Qi Wenbin and the others' overtures, Ji Menglan did not make any reply, but directly cast her gaze towards the seat on the right, where the Demon Regimental was located.

When Hong Dachuan walked to the hall and turned around, Hu Sheng preached loudly: "The Hongmen banquet has officially begun!"

(End of chapter)