Chapter 40 Who can distinguish the fidelity and turbidity

After a dance, Xia Zhijiang was like flying in the sky. He cut off his shadow and fell lightly on the ground. He stood between the two maids of Twilight Purple and Xinhan. The sound of this song was touching, the dance was graceful, and everyone looked at it. At this time, the aftertaste was endless. He Xumi shouted loudly and also strongly praised:

"Oh, Xia Hongyuan, Xia Hongyuan, I didn't expect you to have such an outstanding girl as a daughter. Lao He, Lao He, I really want to..."

His face turned red, and his big hand wiped his shiny bald head several times, so he couldn't say anything.

"What do you want to do!" Xia Wenqing said angrily.

Li Weihua saw that his face was not as fierce as before, but she was afraid that the monk would speak abruptly again and provoke the dissatisfaction of the host family, so she couldn't help worrying about him.

"Oh..." He Xumi laughed and patted the table of the Eight Immortals and said, "If I am not a monk and have a precious son, I must take him with me, move to the mountains of gold and silver, and come to your daughter in Yunxuan!"

"hehe..." The man in the curtain smiled, but his tone was still flat. He only said, "You He monk, Xia is not going to sell his daughter. What are you doing with Jinshan and Yinshan?"

Everyone smiled when they heard this. Some people said that you, a drunken and meat monk, still abided by the rules and regulations. No one believed it. For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became relaxed. No matter what everyone thought and what purpose they came here for, most of them also felt that Xia Zhijiang was extraordinary and had a special ambition.

"Tonight, I will disturb your land, and Lord Lai Xuan will treat you kindly. Mo Cheng will give you a drink on behalf of everyone in our military alliance!" Mo Cheng, the swordsman in black, quietly came out, raised the fine-grained bronze wine glass in his hand, drank it after salute the person in the curtain. After drinking, he bowed and took the opportunity to pull the Mangxing sword crown jade still holding the flute and standing in the center of the hall, pinched his sleeve and took him back to the banquet of the military alliance.

However, Guan Yu slowly retreated with Mo Cheng's footsteps, and his eyes were tightly fixed on Xia Zhijiang's face. Unexpectedly, he asked a question: "Dare to ask Miss Xia, the place where you live is called a red mud small building, but it has no deep meaning?"

Before Xia Zhijiang answered, Xia Wenqing suddenly stood up and answered for her, "This name evolved from the sentence 'severa few early warbler competing for warm trees, whose new swallow holds spring'. It is a happy intention to take the atmosphere of heaven and earth."

He looked proudly and looked at his sister, but saw Xia Zhijiang smile at the corners of his mouth for a moment, and he didn't say anything.

Zhou Hanzhi suddenly stood up, but said differently: "Hanzhi thought that this red mud small building 'green ant new wine, red mud small stove, late snow, can drink a cup of nothing', but I don't know whether it's correct?"

He gently shook the fan of the emperor, and his expression was sparse and unrestrained. Xia Zhijiang looked at her unexpectedly and nodded, "This gentleman is right, but that's what he means..."

Her voice is soft and sweet, touching, and particularly pleasant to the ear. If the seven wonderful voice is like the sea breeze, and the sound of the bright moon heart is like a new warbler out of the valley, then the sound of Xia Zhijiang is the summer waves, with a little cold in the heat, and the distance between people is far and close, which is unpredictable.

"Zhou Hanzhi on Xialingxia Island..." Zhou Hanzhi bowed and then said, "This poem was written by Bai Letian, and there is a slight loneliness in the drunkenness. The girl is in her beautiful time. Why did she mean to be so bleak? She used the sentence in this poem to name her residence..."

This time, Xia Zhijiang just smiled and looked at him, but did not answer. Zhou Hanzhi finished speaking and did not wait for his answer. He nodded and sat down slowly. It turned out that he was cautious and could hide behind the scenes without leaving his head. At this time, he told Bai Letian's poem, which was also the limelight of killing Xia Wenqing, who always harassed Qi Miao. For Xia Zhijiang, he really had no intention of this woman and thought, "I, Zhou Hanzhi, am only a junior sister in my heart. Although the water is three thousand weak, I only take a ladle to drink."

At this time, Xia Zhijiang smiled again, but asked Guanyu, "I don't know who the prince is. Can you tell him?"

"In the lower military alliance Guan Yu, the girl remembered..." Guan Yu returned with a smile, and then gave Xia Wenqing a white look. He followed Mo Cheng and slowly returned to the table. From beginning to end, he did not look at Zhou Hanzhi.

Xia Wenqing felt quite depressed. He only felt that Guanyu's eyes looking at him were very annoying. There was an indescribable contempt in it. He felt quite unhappy and swallowed a big mouthful of wine and was speechless.

At this time, Xing Ye ordered his servants to put wine, vegetables and fruits on Sun Dezong's banquet. Chen Kai's index finger moved greatly. No matter how he was, he chewed the delicacies in front of him. Qin Yi had no choice but to glance at him and looked around. There were not many people who ate like him. It turned out that most of the monks grain, but the line was quite high. He Xumi shook off her arm and ate it, but she didn't have any master demeanor.

Yuren just drank osmanthus wine, or drank lightly, or drank heavily. Xing Ye accompanied him and toasted each banquet separately. The host and guest atmosphere was in a delicate balance.

About half an hour later, several rounds of wine were added, and everyone's thoughts were full of dishearts, and the thoughts that were originally suppressed in their hearts emerged. Qi Miaoxin said that these people came to Ju Yunxuan at this moment. In addition, He Xumi's words tested what Xia Xuan said. Everyone's purpose was related to the solution of the three immortal thunder predecessors. According to the plan agreed by the previous demon master Li Xiu Guizhong, calculate the time. Elder Lei Ruotong will probably relieve the reincarnation of the army in a few days. Thinking of this, she had mixed feelings. What she was happy about was that Qin Yi and other demons were here, and there was another help to save Elder Lei. What she was worried about was that Ju Yunxuan and many people in the Military Alliance had their own thoughts. Qi will bring a lot of hidden dangers to her actions in the last few days.

The candlelight is bright and the night is thicker. At this thoughtful banquet is about to come to an end. At this time, the dunk scholar Xia Wenqing suddenly gave Xia Wuming a wink, who understands and gets up and worships to the people in the curtain of the hall:

"My father is here. Wu Ming traveled out of the mountain a few days ago and found a rare treasure. At this grand event, I would like to offer..."

"Ha..." The man's voice in the curtain was empty and tired, and a few pale smiles seemed to be full of mechanical numb emotions. I only heard him say, "Since it's a treasure, it's up to you to use, so why do you have to be with me?"

"This..." Xia Wuming was quiet. At this time, there was a burst of speech. Xia Wenqing hurried up and said:

"Father, this thing is the golden millet you have been looking for for many years. The eldest brother tried his best to find it, just to be able to dedicate it to his father, just to prolong his life and increase his skills..."

"Huh?" He Xumi was stunned when he heard the words, threw down the food he grabbed in his hand and shouted, "This golden millet is a legendary thing. I heard that food can prolong its life. The old monk has never seen it at this age!"

Sun Dezong over there shook his head and shook his head and said, "In the North Sea, the wind is like a hurricane. In the eye of the wind, there are undead birds and eggs. As long as his enemy dies, he comes out of his arms, or is reborn in the fire, or condenses into golden millet."

He Xumi stared and muttered, "What did old man Sun say? Why can't I understand a word?" He couldn't pull his face to ask Sun Dezong. He looked around and saw that most of the people were knights who danced knives and swords. In the group of people, only Zhou Hanzhi was the same as a scholar with Xia Wenqing. Dress up.

In order to enter the gate of Yunxuan, he had a big fight with the Xia brothers. At this time, he would not ask them for advice. He Xumi turned his eyes and asked Zhou Hanzhi, who was sitting in the first seat under him: "Mr. Zhou, I think you are more knowledgeable. Can you tell me about what the old man Sun's mouth is saying? What is it..."

Zhou Hanzhi got up happily when he heard the words and bowed first, "Dare not to obey!"

Then he shook the paper fan, thought for a little, and then said calmly: "What Mr. Sun said is a story from Huainan Honglie compiled by Liu Xiang, the royal family of the Western Han Dynasty. It tells that there is a hurricane in the middle of this far north sea. This hurricane is so powerful that it stretches for dozens of miles and goes down into the deep sea. However, there is another calm place in this hurricane, with no wind and waves, warm sunshine, strange flowers and plants in it, fragrant and fragrant..."

He said, and everyone could hear it. Zhou Hanzhi continued: "It is said that there is an immortal bird that flaps its wings far from heaven and earth. This undead bird is thousands of miles away, came to the sea of the far north, broke through the hurricane, gave birth to its own flesh and blood eggs in this calm place, and then cried day and night. After spitting out the last drop of blood and died, there was the natural enemy of the undead bird, Bi Fang, an ancient fire mythical beast that transformed the spirit of heaven and earth, quietly followed the undead bird here. After his death, he came to him, took away the egg of the undead bird, and walked away from the sea of the far north. However, in this entry and exit, in order to resist the hurricane, Bi Fang Most of the fire karma of the whole body was consumed, and on the way to take away the eggs of the undead bird, it dissipated into a tremendous fire. The eggs originally held were swallowed up by the divine fire, nirvana sublimated, and the non-dead bird was reborn..."

The candlelight swayed, reflecting everyone's bright and dark cheeks. Zhou Hanzhi explained the ancient mythical story. This story seemed so ignorant and simple. Listening to it talk about the fire mythical beast Bifang, Mu Yanxi, who was meritorious to fire, paid more attention to it, while Xia Zhijiang listened to Zhou Hanzhi's story more attentively, and the autumn water smoke wave in his eyes. He looked at his face without blinking.

"After that, the divine fire faded and rejuvenated into the fire spirit of heaven and earth, and the non-dead bird also resurrung. The two have been repeated over and over the ages, dead, alive and dead, entangled for years. However, if it is too late to take the egg of the immortal bird, or the power of the divine fire is occasionally insufficient, there will be a chance that its eggs to condense fire, turn into golden millet, and cultivate If immortals eat it, they may be able to improve their skills or prolong their lives for several years..."

Zhou Hanzhi gently closed the paper fan, and his voice fell down. He told this ancient myth. The legend was mixed with a trace of generosity, and there was a little melancholy in the ignorance.

"Brother Zhou?" When Mingyuexin heard this story, her eyes flashed, and suddenly her inspiration moved slightly. She asked Zhou Hanzhi, "If it is said that the immortal bird is condensed by Bifang's fire nature, doesn't it mean that there is only one golden millet between heaven and earth?"