"Uncle Yang, the day after tomorrow is the Luming Banquet, please do me another favor!" At the time of parting, Liu Chen motioned to the little brother who was in charge of the boat to wait, and he pulled Lao Yang aside, lowered his voice and said: "During this time, I am not in Chang'an, nothing has happened in the organization." ”

Liu Chen originally wanted to ask if the person who appeared in Zailai Town would have anything to do with the Wuhun Palace, and besides, the shopkeeper was also an extraordinary master, but compared with that person, there was a big gap in cultivation, and the master who could stop time and manipulate space to kill people, was the extraordinary power really so terrifying? Looking at Lao Yang's suspicious look, Liu Chen was entangled in his heart, and still pressed the question in his heart, some things, after all, there is a day when he understands, since that person is alive, then his grandfather must still be alive.

The tragic death of his father more than ten years ago, the two legendary figures who were parents were indifferent, and when he thought of this, Liu Chen's heart was like a knife, and it was not a taste at all.

"Mr. Four, nothing has happened in the organization recently, besides, we have been in touch. Lao Yang looked at Liu Chen's uncertain face, and said with doubts in his heart: "If you have any requirements, just say it, and the old man who can meet it will naturally satisfy you." ”

After calming down, Liu Chen smiled slightly, leaned closer to Lao Yang's ear and whispered: "At the beginning of the Luming Banquet, please send someone to help me build momentum and incite the news that the king of Canglan County is not dead, and you should also know about the rebuilding of the General's Mansion, and you must let all the people of Chang'an know that Xuelou supports the repair of the General's Mansion!"

"Hiss!" Lao Yang couldn't help but gasp when he heard Liu Chen's words, his face changed, and he immediately exclaimed: "Mr. Four, you are going to pull Tingxue Lou into the water, can this work? ”

"I want to do a big thing, I listen to Xuelou must stand on our ship!"

"Okay!" After thinking for a while, Lao Yang gritted his teeth, then nodded heavily, the matter had a result, and the two of them were no longer sad, only to hear that Lao Yang raised his head and smiled at Liu Chen: "Mr. Four, take care of your body, several gambling houses in the capital have offered odds for the Luming Banquet, and all the old man's belongings are bet on the leader of Mr. Four, you have to add oil, don't let the old man be called Huazi for the rest of his life!"

To tell the truth, although Liu Chen is full of confidence, he definitely doesn't dare to pack tickets, but he didn't expect that Lao Yang, who treats himself very kindly on weekdays, would dare to take out all his belongings to take the first place, looking at Lao Yang's solemn appearance, Liu Chen's heart is slightly warm, this friendship is really not small.

Bowing to Lao Yang very seriously, Liu Chen smiled slightly, then turned around and got into the boat and headed towards the academy.

The thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, Shangyuan Festival.

The Holy Ancestor Fa Xiang by the Huaqing Pond has already been crowded with people, and the grandstand attic built on the square is crowded with people everywhere, and last night's New Year's carnival did not wear out people's passion, when the princes of the Nine Holy Lands appeared on the highest deer platform, the entire Chang'an was boiling in an instant.

On the first day of the new year, the weather was exceptionally sunny, and the slightly chubby Lin Fuzi stood on the deer platform, bowed his hand slightly to the nobles and princes, and then appeared at the front of the crowd with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Lin Fuzi was the focus of the entire Chang'an, his breathing was a little short, and his fat cheeks were a little flushed because of excitement, even if the winter morning was still a little cold, but Lin Fuzi's back was already soaked with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

From Lutai to the martial arts platform, but a distance of more than ten zhang, Lin Fuzi walked very slowly, as if he had passed a jiazi, and people finally saw his figure standing in the middle of the martial arts platform.

Spreading out the silk silk in his hand, Lin Fuzi's expression was awe-inspiring, and he used the vitality of his whole body, and sang loudly: "Yo yo deer song, eat wild apples." I have guests, drummers and shengs. Blowing the sheng drum spring, bearing the basket is the will. People are good to me, show me to travel, yo yo deer song, eat wild artemisia. I have a guest, Deyin Kong Zhao. If the people are not ashamed, the gentleman is effective. I have a purpose to drink, and the guest style Yan Yiao. Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild Qin. I have guests, drums and pianos. The drums and drums are harmonious and harmonious. I have a purpose to drink, with the heart of Yanle guests. ”

Accompanied by Lin Fuzi's singing, the musicians around the martial arts platform sounded their musical instruments, and the magnificent ancient music resounded through the sky of Chang'an.

"Holy Ancestor Tianji, the teacher of eternity, the nine saints of the human race, amazing, the holy ancestor passed on the book of heaven nine volumes, the three thousand Daomen, from now on the disciples dare not forget the shame of the past extermination, aspiring young people can be self-reliant, I should be heart, is the clear sentient beings! I should use the sword, the town of my mountains and rivers!"

"The Luming Banquet in the thirteenth year of the Great Summer Enlightenment, please raise your glass!" Lin Fuzi took the bronze jue cup from his subordinates and raised it high above his head.

Looking around, all the people present, regardless of men and women, regardless of high and low, are all holding wine high, instantly, looking from the height of Chang'an City, almost all the city is covered by the bronze cup of different styles, when the chime rings the last note of ancient music, the morning bell of Bauhinia Mountain cuts through the sky, the rising sun crosses the layers of distant mountains, and the entire Chang'an City is covered with a layer of golden glow. Lin Fuzi smiled slightly, and shouted again: "Respect the past, a Nine Saints is peerless, respect the future, and pass on the glory!"

"Gentlemen, please drink this cup to your heart's content!"

"Please!"

......

Great Xia established the country with rites, although the ancient rites were cumbersome, but no one had the slightest slackness, that is, because of this insistence on inheritance, the Tianjiao of the human race can be passed down from generation to generation, until today, the human race dominates the entire Eastern Continent. The nobles of all ethnic groups in the Eastern Continent who came to watch the ceremony sat on the protocol building, looking at the ceremony on the square with complicated expressions, for the strength of the human race, they had made many assumptions, but time passed, those assumptions were overturned again and again, on talent, the human race is not as far as the god race, on the body, the human race is not as good as the barbarians, on wisdom, the demon prophet is pedantic and heavenly man.

A cultivator, except for the wealth and land of the Dharma Couple, his own conditions are nothing more than talent, body, wisdom, and all aspects of the human race are lagging behind the Eastern Continent races, but on the contrary, it is that mediocrity that makes the human race stand at the pinnacle of the entire continent. I may not have understood it before, but today, for the first time, I saw the deer feast of the human race, and the wise men of all races looked at the wine glass held high, accompanied by the earth-shattering cheers, they suddenly understood that human beings are just more persistent than them, and in the face of the heroes and saints of the past, the people of all ethnic groups did not dare to have the slightest trespassing. Only the human race, for those saints and heroes, in addition to admiration, they are more determined to surpass their predecessors! Human beings have always believed that one generation is stronger than the next, even if there is no saint after Tianji, but in the hearts of countless human race youths, there is a saint's heart!

Liu Chen was wearing a brand-new robe, standing quietly in the corner of the crowd, a glass of wine was down, his cheeks suddenly climbed into a flush, looking at the Law of the Holy Ancestor Tianji, his gaze was firmer than ever. (To be continued.) )