Creation: Make figures and become a top boss

Since it is a banquet for the prince, the standards are naturally not low.

Although Longyin Peak is located in a remote area, there are farmlands around it dedicated to monks to grow various nutritious ingredients. With Siyin opening up trade routes, it will not be difficult to transport royal tribute from the capital.

Roast suckling pig, stewed ewe lamb, roasted venison, minced beef, fried dog liver, rice, yellow rice.

All the eight treasures of the palace are present.

The palace tribute wine that Elder Shi loved to drink was naturally placed on the table.

Jin Yan also ate a lot of delicious food at Xiangfu and Longyin Peak, not to mention countless delicacies from the eight major cuisines of the 21st century.

But the entrance to this palace treasure is quite amazing. Not to mention the carefully selected ingredients, the seemingly rough but meticulous cooking techniques further bring out the original deliciousness of the ingredients.

The delicious food that made Jin Yan work so hard naturally captured the hearts of most of the guests present, especially the mellow and refreshing aroma of the palace tribute wine, which was highly laobaigan. The male guests practicing martial arts praised it and raised their glasses frequently.

But no matter what the occasion, there are always a few spoilers who love to argue.

"No wonder people say that the king is the king and the bandits are the losers. The food that the king eats is really incomparable with what we the bandits eat."

The key point is that there are still people who respond to the argument.

"Isn't that right? This wine is so sweet, so much food is consumed to brew it. If those refugees who died of starvation took a sip, they would not be able to revive their souls."

The two people's voices were not loud, but the monk's five senses were very sensitive. Jin Yan didn't know if anyone else heard them, but she heard them clearly.

They were two mountain king-like figures at the end of Xi, and they had the same aura as the burly man she saw outside Qihanzhou's house that day - unscrupulous villains, or desperadoes for short.

Jin Yan glanced at the prince, who was bound to hear no criticism from the two, and felt faintly worried about his cooperation with Qi Hanzhou.

Can the conflict between Emperor Su and the monks under the mountain really disappear with the change of throne?

Before Jin Yan could think any more, the dance on the high platform seemed to have come to an end and stopped.

A figure who seemed to be the leader of the dance troupe came forward and saluted the prince and said: "Longyin Town is located at the foot of Longyin Peak, where monks live together and martial arts practice is prevalent.

Our dance troupe also follows the local customs, and its specialty is the sword dance, which is best paired with drinking.

It’s just that we are not allowed to bring weapons into the hospital. Even though the swords used in our sword dance were not sharpened, they were still rejected.

The villain is quite proud of our troupe's sword dance, and begs the prince to be more tolerant, as he will not be disappointed. "

The team leader's words were sincere, but Jin Yan felt something was wrong. However, she also knew that with the persona shown by the prince, she would definitely agree.

Sure enough, the prince looked considerate and expectant, nodded and said: "Master Shen is also thinking about my safety. Since it is the characteristic of Longyin Town, I cannot miss it."

After getting the promise, the team leader went down to prepare. Jin Yan and Si Yin sent a message through their minds: "I'm afraid the person who came here is unkind, right? There must be something weird about adding drama just before going on stage."

"It's okay, let's take a look." Si Yin's answer reassured Jin Yan.

It seems that the prince is here well prepared.

I just don’t know when Si Yin got in touch with the prince?

Following a crisp and melodious flute sound, a swordsman dressed in a silver-white robe, with a white gauze covering his face, and waist-length hair flying in the wind, stepped from the void, and fell down from the high platform as lightly as an immortal.

Before the sword could be danced, this gesture won applause from the audience.

Listening to the applause from the audience, it seemed that the team leader was not lying. The sword dancer seemed to be well-known in Longyin Town.

"What a light kung fu! How can one achieve such lightness and ease without ten or twenty years of kung fu?"

"Is it Lin Xuan? Lin Xuan, known as the Sword Saint in White!"

"That's right. I was lucky enough to see Lin Sword Master dancing his sword once before. You guys are really in luck today!"

"Thanks to the Crown Prince Hongfu!"

Naturally, those vicious monks who were suspected of ruining the scene would not let go of this opportunity to sing the opposite.

"How dare you be called a saint even if you are just an actor?"

Lin Xuan obviously had some cultivation, and he was probably not a generous person. He tiptoed a little, and his movements were elegant but at a strange speed. In an instant, he was in front of the monk who was speaking.

The monk was shocked. As soon as a warrior puppet flashed beside him, Lin Xuan had already wrapped a sword flower and floated down on the high platform.

When the monk saw that Lin Xuan had gone back, he thought he was teasing him. He couldn't help but become angry and yelled, preparing to step forward.

Before Master Shen could stop shouting, everyone burst into laughter.

The monk who leapt onto the stage, his robes had broken into pieces and scattered on the ground with his leap. He was now standing on the stage with his upper body naked.

Those with good eyesight could see that even the hair on his upper body was shaved clean and fell off along with his clothes.

The arrogant monk's face turned green and red, but he didn't dare to get angry.

As a party involved, he is naturally more aware of his own situation.

If he moves forward any further, he will no longer be able to keep the long hakama on his lower body.

Lin Xuan didn't care about the monk's fierce eyes and said to him lightly: "Why don't you ask your puppet to carry you down? Don't delay my sword dance."

Since the monk knew that he was no match, he naturally didn't want to embarrass himself any more. The Hercules puppet he summoned before jumped onto the high platform and carried him off.

After going down, he felt that he had no shame to stay any longer, and walked out of the yard in dejection. The people who had previously spoken to him also restrained themselves a lot, and sat down on their seats honestly.

Now that the stage was vacated, Lin Xuan spun around on the spot, and the shadow of his sword bloomed like a sword chrysanthemum as he spun, drawing another round of applause from the audience.

"This sword master really likes to show off." Although Jin Yan complained, she still felt that the sword master in white was indeed well-deserved.

Tudou's ability to flash afterimages was due to his formation, but Lin Xuan's was a real Qinggong movement.

The speed of the sword cannot be kept up by oneself, so Tudou and Si Yin, who are blessed by the eye and ear formation, can see it clearly, right?

"It's acceptable, not too strenuous." After being asked, Si Yin's evaluation was indeed not low.

Along with the melodious and gentle sound of silk and bamboo music, Lin Xuan moved freely on the stage.

The long sleeves are flying, and there are shadows everywhere. It is obviously very fast, but it is leisurely.

A set of Rain Covering Sword Techniques in his hands makes people not feel the murderous intent of a sudden storm, but the softness of a gentle breeze and drizzle.

It is actually the assassin's state of mind that is more suitable for killing invisible people than before.

Just as Jin Yan was thinking this, she heard the sound of a string breaking. When her heart was shocked, she saw Lin Xuan, who was still on the stage before, suddenly in front of her.

No way? In broad daylight and with tight security, is he really going to assassinate the prince? ? ? Is it true that people with high skills are bold?

Before Jin Yan could finish her thought, Lin Xuan's long sword was firmly clamped between Si Yin's fingers.

Lin Xuan didn't show any nervousness or loss on his face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Yinhui, his reputation is indeed well-deserved."