Qu Shunhua pointed to the empty seat next to him, motioning for Ye Lan 'er to sit down. He smiled naturally and generously, "No matter how bad the leftovers taste, can you still speak ill of me? If my Golden Millet Terrace collapses, who will take care of you? "
Ye Lan 'er snorted, "Let whoever wants to believe you."
She looked at Jiang Wang, "I came late because I had something to deal with. Prince Jiang, please forgive me."
"We also just arrived." Jiang Wang smiled slightly.
Ye Lan 'er took two more steps, but she did not sit on the empty seat. Instead, she looked at Chu Yuzhi and smiled at him, "I prefer the position where General Chu sits. Sit in the northeast, look at the southwest, and look at the clouds in the wind."
"Who can refuse Miss Ye?" Chu Yuzhi smiled and stood up with his chair. He changed seats with Ye Lan 'er and helped her arrange the chair.
Ye Lan 'er thanked him and sat down slowly.
She sat on the right side of Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang could almost smell a faint fragrance, but it only lingered for a while before dispersing, making him feel a sense of loss.
But he just maintained a polite smile and nodded to this new customer.
Ye Lan 'er also smiled and nodded.
As the host of this banquet, Qu Shunhua looked at Jiang Wang and then at Ye Lan 'er and smiled, "The rest of us already know each other. I don't think I need to introduce the two of you. You are both the best in the world. I think your hearts are connected! "
The best in the world.
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Of course, the best in the world was already in the outside world. The most beautiful woman was still in the Chu Kingdom for the time being.
At least if Jiang Wang were to judge, he would definitely not think that Ye Lan 'er was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Ye Lan 'er glared at Qu Shunhua reproachfully, "Young Master Jiang's battle record on the River-Viewing Platform with his fists and kicks is the true number one in the world. How am I the best in the world? It's a joke. "
She turned her eyes and looked at Jiang Wang, "Long time no see. Prince Jiang's elegance is even better than before!"
Jiang Wang was stunned.
It was not because Ye Lan 'er was greeting him.
It was not because Ye Lan 'er was too beautiful.
Instead, it was his usual polite greeting … Ye Lan Er had actually used it first!
Fortunately, he reacted immediately and replied first — —
"Oh?"
As soon as he said that, he realized that his reply was very stupid. It was not easy for the other party to continue the conversation.
His mind raced as he tried to salvage the situation with a joking tone, "Why don't you tell me about it?"
The smile on Ye Lan Er's face froze for a moment.
The words of the Yellow River Chieftain were very different from his performance on the River-Viewing Platform. It was a little too … frivolous.
Especially with that insincere smile, he had the temperament of an old man who had been in the brothel for a long time.
Zuo Guangshu probably felt embarrassed again and silently looked out of the window.
Qu Shunhua had a good impression of Big Brother Jiang. He felt that Big Brother Jiang was just temporarily mesmerized by the beauty, so he lost his sense of propriety.
Wasn't it normal for young people to be obsessed with beauty?
Didn't Little Guang Shu often speak incoherently in front of him?
Therefore, he patted his horse and rushed over to save the situation. "How can Big Brother Jiang's elegance be described in just a few words? The defeat of Xiang Bei on the River-Viewing Platform, the battle with the Emperor of Hell, the decisive battle with the Yellow Sheli, which of those weren't famous games? "
She looked at Jiang Wang and said very sincerely, "Later on, I also heard that Big Brother Jiang fought the four great demons alone and killed them all. With this legendary battle record, you became the number one Inner Mansion in history. Can you tell us about such a famous game? "
Jiang Wang didn't have the nerve to brag in front of so many people. This wasn't the time to show off to An 'an or Zuo Guangshu in private.
He felt even more embarrassed and said, "Well, a real man doesn't boast about his past achievements. Let's look back."
After saying this, he said with some sincerity, "The Inner Mansion Stage is over. The light of the past can only stay in the past and can't shine in the stars. "
"Well said!" Chu Yuzhi didn't care about the undercurrent and said directly, "Don't let the clouds cover your eyes. I admire Brother Jiang's state!"
Ye Lan Er thought that this was true. If what Jiang Wang said was true, then the Inner Mansion Stage Champion of the Yellow River would not be his final destination.
While they were talking, five young girls, each holding an exquisite wooden box, walked up the stairs.
When the wooden box was opened, there was a set of cutlery inside. There were ivory chopsticks, white jade bowls, Ru kiln porcelain plates, phoenix-patterned luminous cups …
They were carefully placed in front of the five people who were seated.
Then, they stood behind the five people as maids, ready to serve the dishes.
Immediately after, a waiter slowly walked up the stairs, holding a dragon-boat-shaped jade basin, and approached the table. Before the lid was opened, there was already fragrance.
The dishes from the back kitchen of the Golden Millet Terrace had been delivered.
Thus, everyone didn't say anything and waited quietly for the dishes to be served.
This dragon-boat-shaped jade basin gently landed in the middle of the round table, appearing very agile.
Just the carving of this jade basin was enough to show its value.
The maid standing beside Jiang Wang should be the head waiter of this table. She used an appropriate voice to introduce, "Today's banquet is the Rising Dragon Banquet. The first dish is called 'Jade Dragon'. "
"The Jade Dragon is also known as the Fish Dragon. It is said to be a dragon species, but it is only a legend. However, it is true that it is extremely rich in spiritual power, and its long whiskers are also true. "
She reached out to open the jade lid and handed it to the waiter who brought the dishes upstairs.
Speaking of which, before the lid was opened, the fragrance could already be smelled. Now that the lid was opened, there was no fragrance at all.
Everyone saw that in the dragon-boat-shaped jade basin, in the clear fish soup, a Jade Dragon Fish with long whiskers and golden scales was slowly swimming.
The corner of Jiang Wang's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart. Who doesn't know how to cook fish? Who are you trying to fool by bringing a live fish up here?
"This fish is not yet cooked." The maid beside him seemed to know what the guest was thinking, and softly introduced, "It is still swimming, but it is only its instincts that have been extracted, and not its life force."
After saying that, she picked up a small jade hammer and lightly knocked on the fish's head — —
The fish skin with golden scales actually fell off and sank to the bottom of the soup, like a beauty gently undressing herself.
Thus, the fresh and tender snow-white fish was exposed to everyone's sight.
The fish skin had been shed, but the jade dragon was still swimming slowly along the previous trajectory.
The maid scooped a small bowl of fish with a jade spoon and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.
"Young Master, please enjoy."
The other maids also scooped fish for the guests who were serving them.
Jiang Wang didn't care about the others. He scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
He only felt that it was smooth, tender, and fragrant. He couldn't help but swallow it.
It turned out that all the fragrance was collected by the fish.
Thus, it exploded on the tip of his tongue and collided with his throat.
Even after swallowing the fish, his lips and teeth were still fragrant, just like the jade dragon swimming in the jade basin …
The taste of the world!
There was only one thought in Jiang Wang's mind.
No one spoke. Everyone silently ate the fish in their bowls and waited for the maid to serve the next bowl.
The jade dragon in the jade basin of the dragon boat was soon left with a skeleton with complete fish bones, but it was still swimming in the soup.
This was its "instinct" to swim that had been extracted.
Jiang Wang glanced at the jade basin of the dragon boat. He wanted to try the fish soup, but the maid who served the dishes didn't seem to have any intention of serving him …
Just as he was hesitating whether he should do it himself, the maid in charge of serving had already taken back the lid and covered the jade basin of the dragon boat.
She seemed to be reminding him unintentionally, "This jade dragon can't drink the soup because all the impurities are in it. This soup is low-grade. "
Jiang Wang thought that the low-grade soup might be tasty as well.
However, the waiter who served the dishes had already taken the jade basin of the dragon boat away and went downstairs.
It made him feel lost.
…
…
Some people lived in luxurious houses and tall buildings, and some people didn't even cover their heads.
Some people were having fun, and some people were curled up.
In this world, people were different.
They were born different, saw different things, encountered different things, and sought different things.
Their whole lives were different.
Fang Heling would often think of the way those people drank and laughed.
He actually wanted to join them.
He wanted to be like them, bold and indulgent.
But he had always been different from them.
The so-called "Five Heroes of Maple Forest" was such a laughable title in the world.
It wasn't awe-inspiring at all. It was very clumsy.
Even in Maple Forest City, they couldn't enter the realm of transcendence. No cultivator would take a look at it.
But among the outer sect disciples of Maple Forest City's Dao Academy, it was so famous.
In the eyes of people like him who wanted to enter the Dao Academy, it was simply a legend.
Five of the most outstanding outer sect disciples had become sworn brothers with each other. They walked the mountains and rivers together and did justice. Perhaps in the future, they would also wield the sword together.
He wanted to participate in it so much.
He had also imagined how awe-inspiring he would be when he drew his sword, traveled thousands of miles, and cut off the enemy's head before returning. He wanted to drink wine and sing with his brothers to his heart's content.
But in this life, he couldn't.
All the people who were later changed beyond recognition were not willing to change in the beginning!
Blood.
The blood was so bright and painful.
He didn't know when it started. Everything he saw was covered in blood.
No, that wasn't right.
This world was blood-red to begin with.
No, that wasn't right …
'You clearly remember when it started …'
Then why was it vague?
Why did he forget?
Why was he so cowardly?
Why did he work so hard? Why! Yes! So weak!
Waves of intense pain came from his chest. It was like ants crawling, like knives cutting, like flames burning.
The continuous pain made Fang Heling want to fall down, curl up on the ground and hug himself.
But he only stood silently with an expressionless face.
In front of him was a high cliff. On the high cliff, there was a pine tree with deep roots.
There was a person hanging on the pine tree.
His hands were tied together and hung above his head.
The rope was blood-colored. The other end of the rope was stuck into the branch as if it was coexisting with the branch.
This person's feet were also tied together. The blood-colored rope circled a few times and converged behind him. It was like two blood snakes that suddenly straightened and nailed into the high cliff.
This person was fixed in the air just like that. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were wide open. His eyeballs protruded and the veins on his forehead bulged.
At this time and place, it was actually very quiet. Only the wind was blowing.
And Fang Heling, who stood silently, reached out his right hand and pierced through the chest of this person in front of him, pinching his heart.
Hatred Theurgy, spreading hatred with hatred and questioning with one's heart.
Using pain to aggravate pain.
This tortured and painful person in front of him didn't know that the abuser was in more pain than him.
Of course, even if he knew, it wouldn't help him alleviate anything.
Fang Heling had long been used to this degree of pain. He silently chewed on the information from this heart.
Most of it was useless. Only one or two clues could be captured. It was like looking for crickets in the grass when he was young — this was easier than making the other party talk.
"The Lifeless Sect's Moon Rabbit, is it the rabbit face of the Twelve Bone Faces …"
Fang Heling muttered to himself.
His hand slowly clenched. This heart was slowly crushed just like that.
The eyes of this person who was hung were still wide open, but the divine light had dissipated.
His body was already necrotic. His soul might have dissipated just like that, or he might have gone to the so-called Lifeless World … who knows?
Fang Heling pulled his hand back and lightly swung it. The blood on his hand splashed out, falling down the cliff in a graceful trajectory.
He wasn't suited for the Hatred Theurgy. In fact, he didn't even have the talent to take it off.
The White Bone Path's Blood Restoration Pill had already destroyed his foundation — — although his foundation was basically mediocre.
He was accidentally picked up in a dying state.
After his meridians were destroyed, he was reconstructed.
The blood-red mansion in the Five Lords Sea was created by great power.
His Hatred Theurgy was implanted into his body while he was still alive.
He wasn't suited for it.
The First Demonic Man had already determined that he wasn't suited for it.
But what was suited for him?
He was too mediocre, too useless, too useless.
Even Yan Chunhui, who was at the peak of Transcendent, didn't know what was suited for him!
Then he could only grasp the Hatred Theurgy tightly.
This was his only choice.
Using the Hatred Theurgy as his name wasn't some Great Dao to become strong, nor was it some terrifying perseverance, nor was it worthy of the word 'willpower'.
It was just the only hope in this life that was struggling at death's door.
The only hope that he could personally take revenge.
So he could only do this.
He could only walk like this.
Even though every time he used the Hatred Theurgy, he would suffer greatly from the Hatred Theurgy.
It was as if the Theurgy Seed itself had spirituality, unwilling to be controlled by a piece of trash like him.
Even though the price of using this Theurgy was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide.
He wanted to give up countless times, wanted to collapse on the ground, wanted to cry bitterly.
But he didn't.
In this world, no one would cover for him. No one would hold his head and say: "Then prove it to me, my son."
And no one would care about his tears.
Being strong was the beginning of never being weak again.
He no longer lived to prove to anyone.
"Lifeless Sect … … Lifeless Sect."
He repeatedly chewed on this name.
This sect that had developed in Yong, Reef, and Luo seemed to have first risen during the war between Zhuang Yong and Luo.
With the help of the great pain caused by the war, it quickly developed.
"War, death, hatred … …" Fang Heling murmured.
This sect was practically of the same origin as the White Bone Path, but they didn't believe in the White Bone Evil God. Instead, they believed in the Lifeless Sect's ancestor who combined the God Master, the Daoist Master, and the Sect Master.
The God Master was their god, the Daoist Master was their ideal, and the Sect Master was their leader.
In this aspect, they were completely different from other evil sects.
From the White Bone Path to the Lifeless Sect, that Yue Tu must know something … …
Fang Heling thought so.
But at the same time, he was also very clear.
It had only been slightly more than a year since the war between Zhuang Yong and Luo Feng ended.
This sect was able to develop to its current scale in such a short period of time. The power behind it was definitely not something he could challenge alone.
Of course, it wasn't that he didn't have an organization behind him.
Even if the fortune-teller died, the Evil God died, the Flesh Cutting Man died, and the Beheading Man died, and nearly half of the nine Human Demons died.
But this wouldn't affect anything.
As long as the Forgetful Human Demon was still around, the Valley of No Return would still be strong.
But an extremely loose organization like the Valley of No Return wouldn't be able to provide him with any help.
Everyone in the organization was f * cking doing whatever they wanted.
Don't even think about making friends.
Everyone in the organization was selfish, cold, and heartless.
At most, they tried their best not to kill each other under the will of the Sect Master.
Only by giving orders from above could they unify a little bit of power.
For example, the fortune-teller Demon ordered him to destroy the Azure Cloud Pavilion. For example, the fortune-teller Demon led the Evil God Cutting Man and the rest to plot against Yu Beidou. For example, everyone had to act under the Sect Master's orders … …
But among the nine Human Demons, he was ranked ninth.
Obviously, even if there were new Human Demons to fill in the gaps, his ranking wouldn't be higher.
The Human Demons' ranking only looked at strength, not time.
So why was he still so weak?!
I'm a good-for-nothing …
I'm not a good-for-nothing!
Fang Heling's eyes went crazy for a while, but he quickly calmed down.
If he wanted to borrow the power of the Valley of No Return …
Unless …
The Lifeless Sect's tentacles reached the Chen Nation.
But while this group of Lifeless Sect members acted crazily, their higher-ups were very cautious. They didn't seem to have any intention of expanding in the short term.
Then, what should he do?
Fang Heling thought silently, then turned to leave.
His footsteps paused.
At this moment, a person stood in front of him.
He didn't know when this person appeared, or how long he had been standing behind him.
And he didn't notice at all.
More importantly — —
This man stood there quietly, letting the mountain wind blow his long hair.
He had appeared countless times in his nightmares!
No.
This man was his nightmare itself!
In just a moment, Fang Heling's eyes turned blood red, and a cold light jumped between his fingers!
In the shortest time, he exploded with all the power he could, including those he had mastered and those he hadn't mastered.
In the era of flying sword techniques, there was a swordsmanship named "Crippled".
What was the Crippled Swordsmanship?
The sky was crippled, the earth was lacking, and the people were dying.
The most vicious and evil.
It was to separate one's soul, cut two parts of the bones, cut three parts of the flesh, and cut four parts of the blood.
With the body as the furnace, and the life as the fire, a crippled sword was forged.
This sword was born with a hole in the heavens, and when it moved, the earth cracked. It was born to kill, and it wouldn't die until it devoured all the souls.
This was a taboo technique in the era of flying sword!
Even Yan Chunhui, an expert who had inherited the ultimate swordsmanship, described this technique as a "vicious sword".
Because he struggled with his life and completed a mission that was almost impossible for him to complete with his strength, he was rewarded.
Yan Chunhui reminded him that "there was no way out".
Fang Heling had been practicing this swordsmanship for a long time, so he could completely understand this reminder.
This swordsmanship first crippled oneself, then crippled others.
It was definitely a product of the narrowest and most radical period in the era of flying sword. It could even be called the "legacy" of the era of flying sword.
But what choice did Fang Heling have?
Not all the powerful techniques didn't pay so much attention to talent.
Even if Yan Chunhui was willing to teach him the Selfless Swordsmanship, which stood at the peak of the era of flying sword, would he have the talent to learn it?
Fang Heling had told himself more than once that the Crippled Sword Technique couldn't be used easily.
He was very clear about the danger of this swordsmanship.
But the moment he saw this man with drooping hair, he had already activated the Abhijna and pulled out the dagger. His body was like a sheath, and a fierce sword cry resounded!
He was struggling at death's door for the rest of his life, just to live for this person!
At this moment, at this moment.
Zhang Linchuan … Zhang Linchuan … Zhang Linchuan!
I'll let you know my hatred!
Fang Heling had never felt so powerful before. The surging power was flowing in his body.
It was as if the world was trembling.
The intense pain of activating the divine power in his heart had become a different kind of motivation.
His soul was trembling!
Everything that he had struggled all the way was going to burn in this round.
At least in this round …
Zhang Linchuan!
You have to look at me!
In Fang Heling's blood-red eyes, he could only see that person at this moment.
Then he saw …
That person quietly raised his eyes and cast a look.
It was just a look.
It was a calm gaze that could be called gentle, but it was also distant and indifferent.
He wasn't dissatisfied with this world, but this world had nothing to do with him.
It was about such a look.
It was like a mountain pressing down.
His body was infinitely heavy.
His heart was infinitely heavy.
Fang Heling felt as if he was falling into an infinite abyss.
He was falling forever.
There was no place where he could borrow strength.
He couldn't see any possibility of stopping his fall.
The sharp and ferocious sword cry in his body suddenly stopped.
It was clearly such a powerful force, but it couldn't echo.
The power that was already boiling in his body was actually frozen and couldn't continue to rush out!
It was laughably motionless in the range of explosion and annihilation.
The part of his soul, bone, flesh, and blood that had been separated stopped at the separation step in embarrassment.
If he took a step back, this sword would disappear. How could he be willing?
If he took a step forward, this sword would be forged, but he couldn't kill it.
Fang Heling could clearly feel that his body was sealed by an invisible force. That feeling … It was as if all the pores on his body were blocked. His skin itself had become a prison cell.
His own body had formed a completely sealed space, trapping all the power of his remnant sword technique inside.
This caused him to be unable to leave his body even though he was clearly putting his life on the line and doing everything he could.
His body was still charging forward, but his strongest trump card was still trapped in his body!
He was like a swordsman who had already charged at the enemy and was ready to fight to the death, but his sword was in the sheath and couldn't be pulled out!
What … kind of power was this?
What kind of gap was this?
He knew that he had been defeated, but he didn't even know how he was suppressed!
Once the thought of despair was born, it couldn't be stopped and grew infinitely.
He had experienced this kind of despair before.
Was this Zhang Linchuan?
Was this Zhang Linchuan?
Fang Heling vaguely remembered that in the violent lightning, the City Lord of Maplewood City, Wei Quji, fell from the sky. And the man who was illuminated by the lightning calmly put on the white bone mask.
He would never forget that at that time, he was inspired by that kind of power and admired that kind of cold power …
And it was precisely this kind of cold power that exploded with a ball of lightning and took away his father.
The charred corpse that fell countless times in front of him.
He could never forget.
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