The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 388: The Beginning of the Feast
Luoshu Holy Monastery is located on the easternmost side of the imperial city, adjacent to the Lingmai Grand Canyon, occupying nearly half of the area of ​​Shangli City.

Among them are the Zodiac Palaces in the southeast and northwest, the teaching building, the trial field, the duel field, the Colosseum, and the Mingjing Platform for the children of the royal family to test their talents and aptitudes.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be held at the Floating Hall of the Mirror Terrace.

Before sunrise, Crown Prince Jun Qiu personally led the deacons and disciples of the Holy Court, and even the heads of various clans with high positions in Yunfu, to stand in front of the gate of the Holy Court to welcome the arrival of the Palace Master of Xuanling Palace.

At this time, the mystery door of Luoshu Holy Monastery was wide open, and looking from a distance, there was a huge crowd of people, and the scene was so grand that it was extremely prosperous for a while.

What was even more shocking was that people who were not qualified to enter the Luoshu Holy Monastery chased here in droves from the outer city.

The trend of the Huilan River is complicated, and it flows back and forth in nine turns, almost flowing through the entire Shangli.

Spiritual birds circled in the sky, beasts under the water passed through, and practitioners of mystery gathered on the lake on the bridge.

Nine-colored brilliance, overflowing with brilliant colors, dazzles the eyes.

Both the sky and the ground are full of spectators who join in the fun, and ordinary people have nowhere to stay.

When the painting boat sailed into the boundary of Luoshu Holy Monastery, the figure of Nangong Qun disappeared.

Nangong Mang took a deep breath, calmed down his messy thoughts, and regained the cold aura that the lord of a palace should have, stepped into the air with his hands behind his back, and landed in front of Prince Junqiu.

Yan Shulou followed behind the Fourth Elder Yuan Lin, and followed closely.

He hurriedly walked up to Jun Qiu, saluted and said hello, "I see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Jun Qiu waved his hand, "Excuse me."

He looked excited and full of awe, and his figure crossed Yan Shulou like a gust of wind, and walked quickly towards Nangong Mang, bowing his head sincerely.

"Master Nangong came from a long distance, and the journey was tiring. Our country is far away to welcome you. This junior is very polite."

The Xuanling Palace ranks at the top of all sects, if one has a chance to worship under the Nangong Group, it will be a blessing that no one in the world can cultivate for several lifetimes.

Even Jun Qiu, who is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, cannot avoid such worldly desires.

The strong are always yearned for, admired and respected.

There is a consensus in the ancient mystical world that one will have no regrets in one's life after joining this spiritual sect.

Therefore, Jun Qiu looked at Nangong Mang with worshipful eyes.

Nangong Mang nodded lightly, "Your Highness, there is no need to be polite."

There is no condescending intention to make things difficult, showing the spirit of a strong man.

Jun Qiu was overwhelmed by flattery, and overcame his restraint for a while, and made an invitation gesture to lead Nangong Mang the way.

"My emperor has already prepared the banquet, and I have been waiting for a long time. Mistress Nangong invites you!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone behind him retreated to the two sides, making way for one after another.

The Floating Palace, as the name suggests, soars above the sky.

The road to the temple is a [-]-meter staircase paved with layers of thousands of blue and yellow letters.

Looking from the bottom up, the base of the main hall above the head looks like an ancient scroll with a map of mountains and seas unfolded.

Various shapes and colors of spirit beast patterns are engraved on it, with gold thread and silver patterns, which are lifelike, appearing brightly and darkly in front of the eyes, emitting a strange light.

As soon as Nangong Mang appeared in the main hall, Emperor Yunfu and the Empress hurriedly stood up to greet each other, and exchanged polite greetings, "Mistress Nangong, long time no see, sorry."

Nangong Mang calmly looked at the first emperor, "Emperor Yunfu, long time no see."

The emperor looked happy, gave the prince a look, and ordered to the palace people around him, "Come here, show your seats to all the distinguished guests of Xuanling Palace!"

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, all the ministers don't need to be formal, so please take your seats."

Jun Qiu led Nangong Mang into his seat, and then sat down beside him.

After everyone was seated, dozens of maids in palace costumes walked up to the banquet, kneeling and serving wine and serving dishes on both sides.

In the distance where the sun rises, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras is heard, and a dance in neon clothes and feathers is slowly depicted through a thin layer of cloud gauze.

Between the clouds and the gathering, it seems that hundreds of people are playing music, and thousands of people are dancing together, which is too beautiful to behold.

The emperor raised his glass to Nangong Mang with a smile, "I set the banquet at the Mingjing Platform, and specially prepared songs and dances to add to the fun. If there is any lack of etiquette, I hope the Palace Master Nangong will forgive me."

(End of this chapter)