Chapter 18 Black General 1
Although he was prepared, Han Feng was deeply shocked as soon as he entered this magnificent hall.
The ceiling and walls are made of a whole piece of granite, inlaid with fist-sized night pearls not far away, shining brightly in the night, shining the whole hall like day, and the ground is covered with a precious black jade floor. The whole hall is extremely simple and elegant.
"Do you dare to ask Sister Fairy what to call you? You can't feed, feed, feed, right?" Han Feng finally asked the question he wanted to ask for a long time.
"Just call me deputy general manager." The beautiful woman in purple looked at Han Feng indifferently. Don't talk all the time. I will order myself if I have something to do.
Han Feng was dumb and said in his heart, "Where do I always talk?" What an iceberg." His face was full of obedience, but he had already slandered the beautiful woman in purple.
Han Feng and others's job is to decorate the hall. Due to the large number of people, the efficiency is also very fast. After a busy time, rows of ebony Eight Immortal Tables have been set up in the hall, with various seasonal fruits on the table. In this late autumn, watermelons, lychees, bananas... There are all kinds of fresh fruits, which is amazing. The middle of the hall is full of green pine, and a picture of the longevity of the pine crane is pasted on the wall.
After the furnishings in the hall were neatly arranged, the beautiful woman in purple ordered them to stand aside and wait for the dispatch at any time. When he was young, several old men with crane-haired and childlike faces entered the back door of the hall. The amorous Yinhua general manager followed, but the charm on his face had been restrained a lot. Several old men walked with extraordinary temperament. The tall, thin and clear man in the middle of the front is wearing a green robe, and his eyes are full of light, which makes people dare not look at him. The three behind are dressed in purple robes, with simple faces and silver hair, and thick shoulders.
Several old men's sharp eyes swept around, obviously inspecting. From time to time, he explained a few words to the Yinhua general manager around him. After being satisfied with the preparation, a group of people suddenly poured in the hall. Men, women and children are elegantly dressed and extraordinary. The old man in green robe said loudly, "It's time to open the door and extend the guests."
At this time, the middle door of the hall suddenly opened, and the starlight outside the house came in. The melodious drum music sounded from nowhere, and the music was elegant, round and with an ancient meaning. A long promise of Qingyue echoed in the night sky with a gentle breeze: Yehe Peak, the old man Qianyan arrived.
Before the voice fell, a loud smile had come from far to near, and the strange fragrance was intoxicating. A white crane as high as frost walked in proudly. The faint poem "The stars fall, and the fairy moon is in the sky" sounded on the back of the white crane. Everyone looked up and saw an immoral scribe sitting on the white crane, holding a roll of yellow poetry in his hand and looking at it with relish.
A burst of laughter sounded, "Brother Fengju! I haven't seen you for many years. The elegant style of the old man Qianyan is even better than that in those years!" At this moment, the scribe on the white crane looked up at the old man in green robe and smiled and said, "Brother Zhuwei, you are all right. How can you, Fengling, be stronger and stronger?" There was no situation between his words. The man had floated up from the white crane and landed on the ground as if he had nothing. With a clear face and a straight black beard floating under his jaw, Han Feng couldn't help praising him: What a fairy bone. After the greeting, the scribe went to sit inside, and the white crane stood beside the scribe and looked forward to it, which was amazing...
People's surprise has not yet fallen. A little streamer has appeared in front of everyone in a flash outside. A figure stood at the door of the hall. The little maids couldn't help laughing. When they were about 50 years old, they were wearing a big sheepskin jacket. Wearing a green silk skirt, the strangest thing is that there is a pair of large black-framed glasses on the bridge of the man's nose, but there are lenses on the left side of the glasses, but the right side is empty and looks very funny. At this time, the long voice came: the big devil of the empty island arrived in summer.
"The bastard's linger, what's the report when I arrive? Take off your trousers and fart, don't do anything!" The weirdo's southern voice is very fast and difficult to understand.
The old man in green robe has already come forward and arched his hand and said, "Haha, who in the world can compare with the summer demon? I'm afraid they haven't seen it clearly?"
The strange man turned his head with a smile on his face, but he was dressed in a strange costume, which made people feel very funny: "Good boy, old man Zhuwei, you are getting younger and younger."
"Where, Brother Xia, please..."
"The Jade Girl's Gate..." Qingyue's voice will echo in the air. Under the gaze of people, more than a dozen girls came in gracefully. The girls were dressed in apricot yellow palace clothes and with octagonal apricot yellow palace lamps in their hands. Several adult-shaped geese walked slowly, all of whom were beautiful women and shining brightly. When several people stood down, they all turned around and came to the door, bowed and said, "Please, doorkeeper." At the door of the hall, a figure slowly appeared and gently swaying like a willow, and her tall figure moved like a light cloud, but the woman's face was covered with a black veil, so that people could not see her true face. The noise of the hall was much weaker, and people's eyes turned to the stately figure in the middle.
"Ha ha, the door master has worked hard far away..." The candle said in a slightly loud voice. The woman slowly walked to Zhuwei, bowed her head gently, and said softly, "Jade Girlmen wishes the Black General a happy life like the East China Sea!" The sound is like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley. Although it is not big, it clearly reaches everyone's ears. From Han Feng, I happened to see the white and jade skin exposed by the jade door owner outside the black veil, which made people day my imagination for a moment.
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In a short time, more and more people are coming, either riding strange beasts, stepping on flying swords, or riding strange treasures... The visitors of the three mountains and five mountains have strange clothes and ancient appearance, which makes Han Feng feel eye-opening and worthwhile.
The strangest thing is that Han Feng actually saw the drunken Taoist carrying a big gourd and his giant apprentice among the visitors, but the precious master and apprentice just ate and drank alone, as if they hadn't seen Han Feng.
An hour later, the visitors were finished, and the old man in green robe walked to the middle of the hall and gently raised his hand and stopped the music. He bowed in all directions and coughed, "Ranking, 300 years of past is long. Today, the Black General's 500th birthday can get all the master to come to our house, and Fengling is full of glory."
"Okay, okay, old man Zhuwei gossip less, let's get back to the story!" The summer demon on the table couldn't stand it and shouted loudly.
"Haha, I haven't seen you for decades. The summer demon is old and spicy. Well, the owner of my mansion is closed in the back mountain. At three o'clock this afternoon, Guan Yu will come out to meet you. When I was young, I will lead you to visit the black generals to comfort the lovesickness."
Han Feng felt confused. It turned out that Mr. Zhuwei was not the owner of Fengling God's Mansion, and the owner of the house was someone else. What was everyone thinking about the black general who had never come forward? Han Feng just felt that he couldn't figure out a clue. He is thinking nonsense... A voice suddenly disturbed his mind.
"Let's go quickly. It's not too late to eat when we come back." Han Feng followed his voice and looked at a thin middle-aged man. He remembered that when this person came in the report just now, he was called Donggaozi's hermit.
"Ha ha, it's easy to come. Fengling's Luyu Jiajiu has been brewing for hundreds of years. Don't let the little family enjoy it at home..." Han Feng felt that his voice was very familiar and looked up, but it was the drunken Taoist who had a fate, where he was holding the wine pot and talking.
The old man in the green robe said with a smile and said, "Where is it, the immortal in the drunken Taoist wine? How can I cherish the broom in Fengling? When I was young, I should serve it."
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The moon is full, and the stars are shining.
An inconspicuous small hut in the back mountain of Fengling.
The sandalwood stove is surrounded by purple smoke. The two old men are playing a game. On top of the chess, black and white are intertwined like a battle, and there is a faint atmosphere of killing.
The person with the right head of the chess is a red-faced old man. He can't see how old he is. The two long eyebrows are full of feet, and a pair of eyes that have read the vicissitudes of life are extremely deep. He suddenly raised his hand and put the black man in his hand and put it on the chess road that seemed to block all the ways out of Bai Zi. He looked up and said, "Brother, the mountains and rivers are poor. It seems that the number of disasters in Fengling has been settled, and the world has been chaotic."
The person with the left head of the chess is a scribe of about 40, dressed in cloth, but in the face of the chaos of chess, it is as if it has never been seen. The unwavered look of the ancient well makes people feel like a wooden stone. In meditation, he suddenly said slowly, "The way of heaven is unpredictable, but it is always man-made. Life is death, and death is life. Phoenix Nirvana is born in fire. Who says that it is not the way of life?" In the words, a white piece in his hand was gently placed in the center of the black chess. When he looked at it again, the situation on the chessboard suddenly changed. The white chess was like a white dragon breaking through the dark cloud and went straight up nine days...
With a sigh, the red-faced old man abandoned his son, turned around and sat down and said, "Brother, I really can't help save the robbery?"
"Ha ha, did the younger brother move his heart? The person who should be robbed has been born, and we haven't come yet. The cloth scribe said with his eyes. Suddenly, his heart seemed to be moved, and he pinched his fingers and muttered, "Yes, Tianxin, is it not that you are going to be born?" At this time, the bright moon in the sky was suddenly covered by a sea of clouds, and this alien space was shrouded in a haze.
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In the hazy moonlight, the strange people of the three mountains and five mountains are following the old man in green robes to the depths of the Fengling Divine Palace, followed by Han Feng and some of his servants.
There is a steep cliff here, and there is a gray fog below. Han Feng has a dangerous intuition. The elder Zhuwei said, "Please follow my footsteps and don't walk around."
"Oh, good boy, is this Fengling's long-standing Zhushen array?" The big devil said strangely in summer, "The iron rope dominates the sky, and even if it is God, it will be killed!" Everyone couldn't help but be shocked. The legend of the Jade God Array has become a legend in the world. Anyone who walks into the death array without permission has never heard of it. Therefore, it is said that 200 years ago, the thirteen gods and demons who once dominated the world took advantage of the opportunity to invade when the Fengling God Mansion was defending emptiness, but never came out again. Since then, the Jade God Array has become a legend and one of the unknown places in the world.
The old man in the green robe smiled and said, "Exactly, this array has been established at the time of the opening of this heavenly mansion. I don't know which immortal left, and even the people of this heavenly mansion dare not go deep. You must be careful." After listening to this, everyone couldn't help sighing a little more alert.
The elder Zhuwei was not talking and turned around and fell out of the cliff. His green shirt fluttered like a god, and everyone also followed closely. Han Feng gritted his teeth and followed. He only heard the mountain wind roaring in his ear, and he was hesitant and suddenly felt that his feet had landed. He opened his eyes in shock. He did step on the bluestone. He looked up and saw that the place where he stood was less than ten feet away from the cliff. The sky was clear and blue. An eagle was hovering in the air, and the surroundings were not visible. He turned around and saw that the people who had just fallen had disappeared. In my heart, I was surprised, and suddenly heard the voice of Elder Zhuwei: "Guys, three left and right nine, step on black and white..." Han Feng meditated on the instructions just now, and in a few steps, he suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him had suddenly changed, and he was placed in a lush world.
Green, endless green... In addition to the thick green bamboo, it is dark green pine and cypress, like the green vine hovering around it. It is like a primitive forest that has never been set foot by outsiders, dotted with just some strange rocks... I didn't expect that the alien space created by manpower has such a world. Everyone's eyes are full of exclamation, but everyone feels awe-inspiring from the endless world. What is hidden here?
Elder Zhuwei turned around and smiled, "Gentlemen, General Black is right in front of you." It's strange in everyone's mind, how can there be any shadow here? The elder Zhuwei suddenly bent down and knelt down in the north direction and said, "Guardian of the divine slave, in the 18th generation, Xuanyuan Zhuwei dares to invite the Fengling Tower to be born." With complex fingerprints in his hand, a whirlwind suddenly appeared in the forest. Han Feng felt that the Yuan power in the air was fluctuating violently.
A tower suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The boundary of the gods? People are surprised that this can only be created by people who have entered the realm of immortals in legend. It is a higher level than the alien space.
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It is a gray tower, which is not surprising visually, but slightly higher than the ordinary pagoda. But these strange people who are used to the wind and waves have a feeling that they want to kneel down. This is the pressure, a natural strength of the superiors against the subordinates.
Han Feng stood there and felt that the pressure seemed to be aimed at him. In an instant, all his directions had been shrouded. The strange thing is that all people can't feel it. They are just in awe, while Han Feng feels hostility. Yes, it's like hostility that has been coming for thousands of years. He felt pitiful under this power, which had the tendency to turn himself into powder. Just as Han Feng's heart contracted and he almost couldn't help but want to escape, a force suddenly surged from his sea of knowledge. It was like a wanderer who was hungry and thirsty for a few days and nights in the desert and suddenly drank a pot of sweet springs. Han Feng clearly felt that the Buddha magic bead in the sea of knowledge was emitting a strange light, and the light soaked his whole body, making him feel extremely comfortable. The feeling of the pressure brought to Han Feng by the divine tower has disappeared.
The elder Zhuwei stood up and said solemnly to the crowd, "Please enter the tower..." After saying that, you should go to the Tower first.