This flood dragon banquet was meticulously prepared, and with Kong Delun, the direct descendant of the Kong family, the dishes were served very quickly. Everyone ate one dish after another, and as soon as they finished, the next dish appeared.
Charcoal grilled dragon neck meat, fried dragon stomach, soy sauce dragon meat, grilled dragon strips, spicy dragon cubes, braised dragon tail, braised dragon hands, dragon blood cake, dragon tendon pot, dragon liver, stir-fried dragon kidney, sweet and sour dragon steak, fried dragon skin, etc. A total of 36 flood dragon dishes were served one after another.
Everyone ate a flood dragon from head to tail, from the outside to the inside, fully displaying the talent of the human race.
Halfway through the meal, Fang Yun made up his mind to build a large flood dragon tribe in the Blood Awn World. When they were alive, they could be used as soldiers for the human race, and when they died, they could rest in peace.
The dragon bones were like huge scorpions, and they were commonly known as dragon scorpions. As the last dish, everyone ate the meat and sucked the marrow, praising it endlessly.
After eating the last dragon scorpion pot, everyone was still unsatisfied.
"How much is this? A normal flood dragon banquet definitely wouldn't cost so much. This is a three-table flood dragon banquet. "Li Fanming asked.
Kong Delun smiled and said, "There should be more than ten million, but I don't know the exact amount."
The courtyard was silent. Most of the people present were rich and noble, and many of them were descendants of aristocratic families. However, when they heard that a meal cost ten million taels, they were still somewhat shocked. This was too extravagant. If news of this spread, they would definitely be criticized by the Hall of Rites.
Fang Yundao said, "Don't ask such useless questions. It's too tacky to come to the Kong family restaurant to ask for money! Let me ask you something. Can we take the remaining dragon bones with us? "
Everyone smiled. The dragon bones of the flood dragon king were top-grade divine items and had great uses. Especially when used as a pen holder or pen holder, they could extend the lifespan of the writing treasures and increase their power.
Everyone's literary status was very high. Even if they ate a lot, it wouldn't harm their bodies and they could digest it quickly. Therefore, when the hot pot was served, everyone could continue eating.
However. Fang Yun thought that everyone would eat to their heart's content, but he found that everyone was not in a good mood.
Fang Yun thought carefully and came to a realization. He personally went to the kitchen. Not only did he make the dipping sauce, he also made three pots of butter and spicy hot pot.
After the new spicy hot pot was served, everyone tried it. Other than a few people who didn't like spicy food, everyone else was satisfied. They ate and drank cold water. The atmosphere in the courtyard was as hot as the hot pot.
"You can eat this kind of hot pot, but it's spicy hot pot. Nothing else!"
"Fang Yun, your chili comes from the Demon Realm. Even a Half-Sage can taste it. Everyone, be careful tomorrow.
"There are places that are enjoyable and places that are unlucky. Everything is in balance."
Everyone smiled knowingly.
Everyone was eating hotpot. Occasionally, they would play drinking games and compose poems. Most of the time, they would chat about everything under the sun.
These people were very curious about what had happened in the Bloodlight Realm. Fang Yun selectively told them about his experiences. When he talked about how he had been splashed with feces at his door, everyone was enraged. This was especially true for those aristocratic family members. How could they endure such humiliation? They all agreed that Fang Yun was not ruthless enough.
They talked about Fang Yun's punishment. Many people sighed. The Hall of Crimes was to punish the ancient demons. It was a miracle that humans didn't die under the punishment.
Finally, Fang Yun talked about how he almost died with the demon emperor. He didn't say that he was the Lord of Bloody Radiance. It wasn't time yet.
Unknowingly, they chatted until late into the night.
Although the people here all had official positions, the wine of the Kong Family Restaurant was not ordinary wine. Gradually, many people became drunk and their words became unbridled. They began to tease each other and expose each other.
Behind the Kong Family Restaurant was Kong City's Grand Canal. The Grand Canal was Kong City's second most scenic spot, second only to Inverted Peak Mountain.
When everyone was almost done eating, Li Fanming suggested taking a walk beside the Grand Canal. Many people agreed. Hence, the group got up and walked towards the Grand Canal.
Kong De Lun displayed the behavior of a hedonistic son. He ordered the Kong Family Restaurant's waiter to put the dishes in food boxes and follow them. There were many stone tables in the pavilions around the Grand Canal. When they were tired, they could eat and chat.
There were few people in the latter half of the winter night. They were the only ones who walked and chatted.
Although they were drunk, their minds were clear. They didn't do anything to disturb the people and soon arrived at the Grand Canal.
The Grand Canal was also known as the Little Yangtze River. There were railings on both sides of the river. Every ten feet, there were stairs leading down to the river.
During the dry season in winter, there was less water in the Grand Canal. Many stairs were exposed.
Everyone walked down the stairs slowly and arrived at the Grand Canal.
As the cold wind blew, their drunkenness faded. However, their spirits didn't diminish. Kong De Lun ordered the waiter to put the dishes on the stairs. Everyone ate and drank as if they were on a spring outing.
In the beginning, Fang Yun was very active to avoid awkwardness. He wanted everyone to forget his identity as Xusheng. After the banquet became lively, he talked less and listened more.
Fang Yun smiled and listened to everyone talking. Occasionally, when there was a dispute, both sides would treat him as an arbitrator. He would either smooth things over or interrupt. He couldn't let them quarrel while drunk.
Some people's Divine Path was smooth and only talked about romance. However, some people's cultivation was hindered and they complained under the influence of alcohol.
Some people were happy, while others were sad.
As the sky in the east turned from black to blue, everyone's topics became repetitive. Their spirits slowly died down.
Unknowingly, everyone was sitting on the stairs.
The stars shone on Kong City. White clothes looked up at the sky. The water rippled but people didn't speak.
Kong De Lun drank all the wine in his cup and smiled. "Since the mood has died down, the banquet is over. We'll part today, but we'll meet again in the future. Everyone, let's have one last drink and then disperse. "
The scholars present were all carefree people. No one tried to persuade them. They all raised their cups.
"I hope that many years later, we'll meet again on the banks of Kong River and drink together," Yan Yukong said.
Everyone drank all the wine and stood up. However, no one left.
Li Fanming smiled and said, "Let's go. Fang Yun has a meeting tomorrow. If we don't sleep well and something goes wrong, we'll be in deep trouble."
"Fang Yun, during the Double Ninth Festival, all of us gathered. You were the only one missing. You wrote, 'Knowing that my brother has climbed high, there's only one left.' Today, you should also write a poem to commemorate the reunion of our friends in the Holy Ground. "
"Can I not write?"
"You can't!" Everyone laughed in unison.
Fang Yun smiled and picked up the wine jug. He walked to the riverside and tilted the jug. Wine gushed out of the jug and fell into the river.
"I have a jug of wine that can soothe the wind and dust. I pour it into the river and the sea, and give it to everyone. "
As the wine fell into the river, Fang Yun recited a poem.
The poem was finished, and the wine was finished.
When everyone heard the first two lines, they smiled faintly. For some reason, they felt a faint sense of regret. They couldn't let go of it, but they felt that it was fine.
After hearing the last two lines, everyone felt that their vision had cleared up. They were delighted.
Being happy alone is better than being happy together.
(To be continued.)
PS: "I have a jug of wine that can soothe the wind and dust." This was the original line by the Tang Dynasty poet Wei Yingwu. The last two lines were added by a netizen not long ago. In the original poem, the first two lines were actually the ending. If you have time, you can talk about it on WeChat. After all, it's hard to talk about the main text.
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