Lord of the Desert

Chapter 295 Three-Day Banquet

In the 29th year of Zhenghe, March [-]th.

The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds merge.

at dusk.

The air is clean and dry.

It is suitable to kill people.

Hong Fan watched as the copper furnace burned the last three incense sticks and took the spiritual pivot off the altar.

Wipe it carefully and insert the newly provided Wenxiu sword scabbard.

Weapons are generally not allowed in Shen Tiexin's three-day banquet, but those of a decorative nature are fine.

Hong Fan raised his sword and walked out of the yard.

He heard the sound of beetle leaves scraping from the side garden, and nodded to Hong Lie and Hong Bo who were standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

Putting on a newly customized silver silk unicorn robe, moiré satin boots, and a jade hairpin crown of the same light.

In the front yard, Qu Luoyi and Gong Heng were already waiting.

The carriage stopped at the door.

Tang, a tall man in black clothes, held a riding crop in his hand and raised the curtain of the car.

The three of them got into the car one by one.

The carriage jolted out of Qinglian Alley and headed towards Shen Mansion in the west of the city.

In the main seat of the carriage, Hong Fan sat with his sword in his hand without saying a word.

The atmosphere is very tense.

Gong Heng did not come here voluntarily.

Since arriving in Xijing, he has recalculated his gains and losses more than once - the Shen family is really not a force that the Gong family can afford to offend.

He couldn't afford to offend him if he was just a prisoner.

The carriage left Sixth Street.

Gong Heng was full of distracting thoughts and his breathing was messy.

Qu Luoyi glanced over.

"Hong Fan, where did you find this uncle? He's still breathing heavily at his age. He won't be a hindrance by then, right?"

he asked.

Hong Fan raised his eyes, smiled and shook his head.

Gong Heng was slightly angry.

He didn't know Croy.

But considering the purpose of this trip, this thin and unattractive young man must have something special about him.

"When facing the Shen family in Xijing, it is inevitable to be frightened and laughable."

Gong Heng developed the skill of patience and humiliation.

Then he heard Qu Luoyi sneer.

"You are also afraid of the Shen family, so you are afraid of a lot?"

The voice was calm and serious.

It seemed that he was not deliberately provoking, but that he really didn't take the Shen family seriously.

Qu Luoyi actually has the capital to support his attitude.

On his head he carries the inheritance of two generations of Dou Emperor.

There are also two high-level heavenly beings stationed in the door.

He is famous all over the world and is considered to be a strong candidate to be number one on the future Genius list.

The Shen family, which looked like a behemoth in the eyes of others, was just like that in the eyes of Little Dou Emperor.

Gong Heng, who didn't understand why, couldn't bear it anymore.

"Dare to ask your name?"

He sat up straight and asked in a deep voice.

"Qu Luoyi of Tianpeng Mountain."

Qu Luoyi opened the curtains and looked at Xianzun Bridge outside, and answered casually.

Gong Heng opened his mouth, bent down, and returned to silence.

He felt a sense of embarrassment with nowhere to reply.

But the wavering mentality actually stabilized.

It's scary for the Gong family and the Hong family to face the Shen family together.

However, when the Gong family and the Hong family, as well as the Shura Sect, Qi Zuo Jian, and Zhang Wu Yuan faced off against the Shen family, it felt like, well, it was pretty easy?
"Smiled."

Gong Heng laughed at himself and put his hands in his sleeves.

The carriage has arrived.

The alley outside Shen's mansion is much wider than that outside Asahi's mansion, but it is still crowded at this time.

Hong Fan and Qu Luoyi got out of the car and heard the person behind them calling them.

"Young Master Hong."

He turned around and saw Gong Heng sitting cross-legged and bowing slightly.

"Wu Yun is prosperous."

Blessings from the top master in Liangzhou West.

Hong and Fan followed the flow of people and entered Shen's mansion.

Eight heavily armored warriors blocked the way forward, and the two greeted each other with smiles.

Hong Fan handed over the invitation.

The door took it and glanced at it.

"When I saw the young master's appearance, I started to guess!"

"It is indeed Mr. Hong."

He said.

It was Hong Fan's first time here, but the other party's attitude was like that of a regular customer - being well-informed is a basic quality in this business.

"Young master, this sword?" Menzi asked again.

Hong Fan pulled out the Lingshu without hesitation.

A broken sword with several nicks on the blade, scarred and ugly.

Wen Xiu's sword is not edged, but this one is undoubtedly edged.

"Items that are family heirlooms that cannot be used again should be used as ritual vessels."

Hong Fan laughed.

The disciple nodded and let him in.

Then Qu Luoyi was stopped.

He didn't have an invitation.

"I can't bring guests to the banquet at my house."

Hong Fan looked over at the door and smiled.

Unexpectedly, Qu Luoyi held his shoulder.

"You know him, but you don't know me?"

"You come to visit me at any level and you don't even recognize me?"

Qu Luoyi frowned and shouted.

The Shen family members have always been domineering, not to mention the fact that there are heavily armored soldiers nearby.

But they were all momentarily swayed by this sloppy young man.

At what level would you dare to say this at the door of Shen's mansion?

"May I ask Your Excellency Gao's name?"

Menzi asked carefully.

"Master Tianpengshan Qu Luoyi, can I enter this banquet without an invitation?"

As soon as the name came out, there was silence all around.

There are a total of 100 people in the list of nine states, and I have never heard of anyone who dares to pretend to be one.

"Do you know me now?"

Menzi nodded repeatedly.

Qu Luoyi patted him on the shoulder and went straight in to catch up with Hong Fan.

The Shen Mansion did not arrange a welcome.

Because the red carpet was spread all the way from the entrance to the banquet hall, it couldn't be more vivid.

Wuzheng Garden is said to be the best garden in Xijing.

The corridors are winding and winding.

The scenery is vivid.

In the middle is a small square paved with white marble.

There were long tables on three sides of the square, on which were placed mille-feuille cakes, dragon beard cakes, water chestnut cakes, and a pot of unknown but certainly expensive wine.

The seats are futons.

There are no nameplates in the tables. In theory, it's first come, first served and free to choose, but in reality, everyone knows who they are and where they sit.

Except for the two newcomers.

Hong Fan came out of the rain corridor, and regardless of whether he knew it or not, he chose a place in the middle of the teacher based on his field of view and the distance from his head.

Qu Luoyi sat down next to him.

About half of the people at the banquet have not yet arrived.

Hong Fan straightened up and knelt down, holding his sword with one hand.

Qu Luoyi leaned on his right knee and ate and drank.

There was a young man on his right who looked disgusted because of his vulgar movements, so he left the table and changed places.

This happened three times, and there were more and more people in the venue.

Qu Luoyi had already finished three bottles of wine, and his already less solemn appearance became more and more casual, even taking off his belt.

Hong Fan observed carefully while nourishing his meridians and extraordinary meridians with the true heat of Yanliu that reached the peak of total harmony.

To the east of Wuzheng Garden, there is a rockery standing between the water.

On the top of the mountain sat a swordsman in white.

Hong Fan already knows about this person.

Yan Xingjin, the guest minister of the Shen family, had two innate cultivation levels, and was nicknamed "Feiyan Chasing the Stars".

He was also one of the main obstacles to the operation.

Soon, all the guests arrived, including all the surnames of the famous families in Xijing.

Bai Taiping, Jiang Wenbai, and Lin Yongchang are all there.

Hong Fan had no interest in saying hello, and they didn't dare to provoke him.

At the top, Ao Zhixian looked around, his eyes sweeping over the guests over and over again.

She was disappointed again.

Su Peifeng still didn't come.

There was an endless stream of young masters coming to the banquet to make friends with "Shen Zhiyin".

Ao Zhixian had a beautiful smile on his face, but his heart seemed to have fallen into an abyss, rolling and choking in despair.

Hong Fan lowered his head, did not drink any alcohol, and only stroked his sword over and over again.

He knew Ao Zhixian was looking around, so he didn't dare to raise his head to meet her gaze.

Like a hunter who is afraid of startling a bird.

Shen Tiexin finally arrived belatedly.

The three-day banquet has three themes: martial arts, music and poetry.

Today is the first day, and the theme is martial arts.

PS: The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together - Yong Yu Le·Li Qingzhao

(End of this chapter)