Emperor Haozun's banquet is not delicious!

This may be the most tasteless meal that Beg has eaten since he came to the Pangu Continent, he stuffed wine and meat into his stomach, and tilted his head sideways to look at the important ministers and nobles around him, and laughed sullenly in his heart.

The feasts of the Emperor of the Great Yu have always followed the ancient tradition. The ancient ancestors struggled in the wilderness, and naturally they were not very particular about food, so the wine and food on this banquet were really a little speechless. The source of the meat is excellent, and all the meat is the fattest part of the body of the demon beast that has been selected to become the climate, and all of them are the best materials. But no matter how good the ingredients are, just stew them in plain water, add a little salt, and no other ingredients are served like this, and the meat pieces are still bloodshot on them, and even dripping blood water below, which is definitely not a good meal.

With a jade knife with a not very sharp edge, he cut off a piece of flesh and blood that was boiled like an old cowhide, and Bei Qi frowned and stuffed this piece of demon beast loin with a large amount of blood into his mouth, and an indescribable fishy smell rushed up from his mouth, and Bei Qi was so disgusted that he almost didn't vomit out. But this is the emperor's feast, no one can be rude, don't beg can only grit his teeth and try to chew this piece of extremely tough flesh, teeth and the old tendons in the flesh rub against each other, making a loud rattling sound.

These carnivorous demon beasts that provide meat are all in the form of a spiritual wisdom cultivator, and they are carnivorous demon beasts specially raised by the Dayu Dynasty. The monsters from the Great Beast Clan, their magical power is not very good, but their physical bodies are extremely powerful. These demon beasts can cultivate chéngrén shapes, at least for more than a thousand years, and their muscles are simply stronger than steel ingots. The ** who is wrong is more powerful, and those who are slightly weaker in cultivation will only be crushed by these flesh and blood.

Those who were present to 'enjoy' the feast, in addition to begging them, who were strong enough to deal with these flesh-and-blood generals, a large part of them were weak priests or civil servants in the court. It is impossible for these people to deal with the meat of these demon beasts, so their food is boiled potatoes, green vegetables, etc., and the potatoes are not peeled, the greens are not rooted, all the dishes are boiled in clean water and sprinkled with a little salt, and they are served on the plate completely.

In short, how the ancient ancestors ate, and what the dishes at the banquet given by the emperor of Dayu were what they were. Beg saw a black-robed old man sitting opposite who was a very high-ranking priest of the Si Tian Temple, with a huge jade basin in front of him, and inside was three very strong Chinese cabbages boiled in water. There was no rooting, no chopping, just a whole cooked tree and then came up.

In the huge square, under the 36,000 huge totem poles, in the green light, countless courtiers of Dayu tore the flesh and blood with expressionless faces, and their mouths constantly made a loud 'bang' sound when the animal tendons were bitten off; among them, a large group of dignified priests and scholars yīn held half-baked potatoes and whole cabbage the size of a human head with a calm face. Beg always felt that this scene was very yīnsen, very weird, and full of a sense of absurd funny.

Slowly swallowing the bloody flesh in his mouth, he almost burst out laughing when Beggar's gaze swept to a short, shriveled priest in the slanted thorn, and saw him grabbing a few boiled carrots from the jade basin with a sad face and gnawing slowly.

Is this the banquet of the human emperor after the canonization ceremony of Dayu? No wonder these days Yangqiu Fengbo is extremely excited when they say that they are going to be crowned marquis, but when it comes to the banquet after the ceremony, their faces are more and more strange than the other!

Don't hold your breath, as soon as his belly twitches, he can't help but laugh.

There is no good food, and naturally there is no good wine. The drinks here are all arranged according to the oldest brewing recipes, the sour and slippery ones that the ancient ancestors used to brew in clay pots, and even the lees have not been cleaned of the most primitive low-alcohol liquor, which smells pungent and sour, like over-fermented vinegar. If you drink it in your mouth, you can't describe the sensation, the sour, floating, strange smell that seems to explode in your mouth, and the feeling of slowly shaving your throat with a blade when you swallow the wine by your neck, is really wonderful.

The generals who like to drink happily the most in Pingrì have all become righteous gentlemen at the banquet of the emperor, and they will never raise a glass to drink unless it is necessary. But the old man who presided over the banquet, that is, the old man who read the canonization documents to the beggars, would raise his glass and toast everyone at every other tea time, and everyone present had to raise the huge wine lord to drink with him, which was simply the greatest torture in the world.

This old man is the high priest of Dayu, who is responsible for the preparation and operation of various important ceremonies and ceremonies in Dayu. It is said that every high priest of Dayu is selected from the elders of the wealthy nobles by drawing lots, and the daughter of each high priest cannot marry, and the son cannot marry, so there must be some strange connection with Dayu's feast.

Anyway, don't beg to look at the distorted face of this high priest, and then look at the angry eyes of many civil and military generals present, you will know what an offending job the position of high priest is. The problem is that Dayu's feast also has a complete set of etiquette, and until this set of etiquette is completed, even if you are the most powerful prince under the throne, it is impossible for you to leave your seat.

Slowly swallowing a piece of bloody flesh, Don't beg to sigh suppressedly.

On the side, Ji Ao glanced at Beqi, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and sighed in a low voice: "Every courtier of Dayu hopes to be knighted for meritorious service, and everyone who has a knighthood hopes to improve his title." But the feast after this canonization ceremony ......" Shaking his head, Ji Ao yīn said: "It is said that the only son of this high priest is serving in the Youxiong Right Army, and this king will assign him a mortal mission!"

Don't beg to look at Ji Ao in horror: "Only son?"

With Dayu's national policy of encouraging fertility, how can the high priest also be an important minister of the country, at least there are hundreds of concubines, how can there be only one son?

Ji Ao said lightly: "His other sons were killed decades earlier. ”

Beg silently cut off a piece of flesh that was still bright red and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

There is no good food and wine, but Dayu's feast is still accompanied by musicians and singers. However, when the ancient ancestors gathered to drink and eat flesh and blood, they often remembered their ancestors and dead brothers and sisters. Generally speaking, unless it was an important sacrificial ceremony, the ancestors of antiquity would not gather together for no reason to enjoy precious 'fine wine' and feast on flesh and blood.

Therefore, what these musicians and singers played is the "Requiem", "Funeral Song", "Requiem", "Requiem", "Death Song" and so on in remembrance of the ancestors and the clansmen who died in battle at the sacrificial ceremony. The tunes of these ballads are sad and sad, and the lyrics are even more ghostly, especially the singers selected are the kind of best singers whose faces are as white as snow and have no posture, only a pair of sharp and thin voices......

Under the green firelight, countless men in black sè robes sat silently under the huge totem pole of the yīn forest, happily gnawing on the bloody flesh, munching on large potatoes and cabbage, and nibbling on all kinds of strange foods.

Turning his head to look at the bear hall lying on the high stone steps like a monster, Bei Qi cursed in his heart, no wonder Emperor Haozun sat on the throne alive and did not move, and did not participate in the banquet, maybe he was also afraid of this terrible banquet?

If Emperor Haozun had to attend every banquet in person, Dayu's courtiers might only participate in a few banquets in their lives, and even if Emperor Haozun bestowed a courtier once in a hundred years, how many times would he have to participate in the three Yuan Hui This terrible, but according to the ancient etiquette, it must last until late at night to complete the banquet?

Looking at the rì head of the west slowly sliding down the mountain, Beg has a kind of grief that cries without tears. It's only dusk now, and the feast must last until midnight to be completed, the sky is above, and the earth is below, how many catties of this undercooked monster meat will he eat today?

'Click', a large stream of half-coagulated demon beast blood in an uncooked blood vessel spurted out from the corner of Beggar's mouth, and this blood happened to spray on Ji Ao's battle armor, but Ji Ao didn't react at all, he almost numbly raised the jade knife with a rough blade, gritted his teeth and cut the tough demon beast meat, and with the sorrow that the strong man would never return, he stuffed a piece of half-boiled red and dead white demon beast meat into his mouth.

'Crunch', 'crunch', many Dayu courtiers are like eating machines, moving their big teeth in unison, slowly absorbing the food in front of them.

While chewing flesh and blood, Ji Ao whispered to Beggar: "Eat slowly, eat slowly." The etiquette of the feast is based on the rituals of ancient times, and the dishes in front of you will be added as soon as you finish eating, so eat as slowly as possible. But before the feast is almost over, all the food and wine in front of you must be eaten, otherwise it will be a great crime of disrespect and will be cut off!"

Yangqiu Fengbo on the side burped with a fishy smell and bloody smell, and he muttered in a low voice: "When the prince first participated in the banquet, he didn't understand the mysteries, so he came to eat a plate of flesh and blood, and as a result, he killed the meat and internal organs of the seven one-horned fire cows, and went back to the palace and was scolded by the old prince. ”

also burped with a bad breath, and Ji Ao muttered in a low voice: "So, eat slowly, eat slowly...... Tsk, that idiot, obviously the first time to participate in the feast, sure enough, no one told him this trick, everyone can't wait to see someone unlucky!"

Beg turned his head to look over, just in time to see a few waiters carrying a pot full of boiled potatoes, smiling and placing it in front of a young man with no one in front of him. The young man's face was full of potato, and he glanced at the potato in front of him with difficulty, and his body trembled slightly.

Poor, this young man is a civilian official, he has not cultivated his physical body, nor has he cultivated spells, he is just an ordinary person, where can he endure so much terrible-tasting food?

Don't beg to glance at the young man with pity, lowered his hair and fiercely cut the flesh and blood of the demon beast in front of him, which weighed more than a dozen catties.