The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Marriage in the Martial School, the feast is held for three consecutive days, the first day is the Fengfeng Banquet, which is held the night before the wedding ceremony, as the name suggests, it is to wash away the dust and welcome the wind for the guests.But the biggest excitement of the night was not at the wine table, but at the hunting grounds.According to the rules, in the evening of that day, before the sun sets, a respectable elder will put three spirit-horned deer tied with red silk into the forest garden, and then the groom's father will select 22 unmarried men and women, and let everyone come to the garden. Internal competition.

Three spirit-horned deer, if the guests hunt one, they can win tens of millions of gold. After all, it is just a gimmick played by such rich and lucrative sects as Rufengmen and Guyueye.

The Hall of Poetry and Music is condescending, with green tiles flying in the sky. Looking down from the hall, the hunting forest not far away is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The guests arrived one after another, congratulating Nangong Liu and congratulating them on the ceremony. Nangong Liu, no matter how high or low the visitor was, returned the gift politely and respectfully invited them to the table. After busying for half an hour, all the guests took their seats. A chime bell from Le Ge rang, and the banquet officially began.

"I don't know which guests the head of Nangong will let come down to the forest garden to compete."

"Didn't it mean lottery? If you want me to tell you, those who are drawn are very lucky. Think about it, the reward for hunting the spirit horned deer is tens of millions. Others who do not hunt the deer can also be caught in the forest." Other spirit beasts, or fairy fruits. Where can there be better things in this world?"

While discussing livelyly, the palace door suddenly opened, Nan Gongsi and Song Qiutong went up the stairs at the same time, a handsome man and a pretty girl, intertwined in gold and red, and they came to the head of the hall hand in hand.

Nangong Liu got up, nodded with a smile, and said loudly: "You distinguished guests come from all corners of the country, from all over the world, and from the residences of various immortal sects. It is a mere great fortune to be able to come to Confucianism Sect to attend the children's wedding ceremony in the midst of their busy schedules."

The guests below praised him wholeheartedly: "The master is really kind."

"Young master and young lady are talented and beautiful, they are really a rare couple."

"Yeah yeah."

These flattery words are almost exactly the same as what those fans said to me when I got married in my previous life. Mo Ran was bored for a while, and his eyes subconsciously wandered around in the crowd, and soon found Ye Wangxi who was sitting next to Elder Shuanglin .

Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes, still dressed simply, even though he was eating the food in the bowl, he never raised his head to look at Nangong Si.

Regardless of his expression or demeanor, everything was the same as usual, even calmer than usual. Perhaps because he had been living very hard all this time, such a person knew very well that he was powerless to fight with his life.Mo Ran looked at him, and suddenly remembered that he liked a pagoda lantern sold in the night market when he was a child.

The lantern was very delicately made, and every tile was outlined, but the old artist asked for a high price, so although the lantern was good, it could not be sold.Of course Mo Ran couldn't afford it, but almost every night, he would wait for the night market to open and go to the stall to look at it for a while.

Until one day, a young man and a woman came, all dressed in silk and satin. The girl took a fancy to this pagoda lantern at a glance, and she only said she liked it coquettishly, and the man beside her paid for it. The lantern is sold.

The pagoda was taken away, and Mo Ran looked up, watching the old artist take it off the wooden shelf that had been hanging for a long time, and handed it to the girl with both hands, the flickering lights finally illuminated Mo Ran's longing face, and then disappeared at the end of the night market Paradise Street along with the pair of Bi people.

Mo Ran felt uncomfortable at the time, but he was obedient and calm.

He is the same as the current Ye Wangxi. In fact, the first time they saw the pagoda lantern, they knew that such a luxurious thing was destined not to belong to them.In fact, every night when they are illuminated by the pagoda, they have rehearsed the situation of losing this beam of light thousands of times in their hearts.

It's not about letting go, it's about being relieved.

But from the very beginning, I knew very clearly what the ending would be, so I never dared to pick it up.

"Come, come, draw lots, draw lots——" the old servant in charge of Confucianism Sect held a big bronze tangled bow, and with a smile on his face, he came to the honorable seat, held it over his head, and presented it to Nangong Liu, " Sect Leader, the auspicious time has come, please draw lots for the Sect Leader!"

"Okay! Come on! Head Nangong is here to catch one!"

Nangong Liu smiled and said: "It's better to be respectful than obedient, draw 22 lots, and the young heroes who are drawn, please be sure to show your face and participate in the night hunting competition. If anyone is unwilling to go, please let me know in advance , thank you, thank you!"

After waiting for a while, some daughters of several small sects had low cultivation bases and were timid, so they asked their parents to go up and tell the head of Nangong to take their names from the scorpion in advance.

Xu Shuanglin glanced at Ye Wangxi, and asked with a lazy smile, "Little Ye Zi, do you want to go play? If you want to go, I'll make a trick for you and open a secret door."

"I'm not going." Ye Wangxi said, "Father, please tell the master to remove my name."

"Then how can I do it? If I win, I will have 1000 million gold."

Ye Wangxi: "..."

Xu Shuanglin's temperament was far more disobedient than that of his adopted son. After thinking for a while, a smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he said, "If you don't want to go, I'll go."

"Father...you are in your forties this year..."

"What's the matter, I look young. When I go and hunt those three deer back, I will get 3000 million gold. If you don't take the windfall, the earth will destroy the sky."

Xu Shuanglin insisted on going his own way, completely ignoring the frustration of Yizi, pulled on his shoes, and went to find Nangong Liu with a smile.He whispered a few words next to Nangong Liu, others would only think that he was going to take away Ye Wangxi's lottery, who knew that he loved money like his life, so he wanted to go in and play for himself.

Nangong Liu quickly selected the guests for the competition.

"Shen Feng, Lin Sheng, Qu Yanran..."

Elder Shuanglin stood by the side, took the lottery from the head of the sect, and reported it one by one, in a slow manner; "Oh? This is a bit powerful, the proud son of heaven, Xue Meng."

Soon all 21 people were selected, and the last one was short. Elder Shuanglin was very thick-skinned, and raised his hand with a smile: "There is another person who is me, an old bone, please give me more advice." The temper of the elder didn't stop him, he just smiled helplessly and gave everyone a fuze.

"For deer hunters, the fuze is proof. After three rings, it means that all three spirit-horned deer have been caught, and the hunt is over." Nangong Liu said, "At that time, we will personally welcome you back at the Xiaoyue school grounds. The winner will be rewarded with tens of millions of gold.”

Everyone applauded enthusiastically, all cheering for their acquaintances.

Nangong Liu smiled again and said: "Besides, I was entrusted by the child to add another one. The first winner will be rewarded with ten demon wolves. Make a blood contract and take it home!"

Demon wolf!

Such a precious spirit beast is hard to find on the black market, ten of them!

The hall was boiling, and someone couldn't help but stood up and shouted to the chosen classmates: "Brother, it's up to you! If you take the first place, I'll give you a year to polish your boots!"

Laugh out loud.

A female cultivator was not convinced, and shouted loudly: "Brother, compare them all. If you win, I promise to double cultivate with you!"

"Wow - this is good, this is amazing, hahaha who is so hot?"

For a while, the hall of poetry and music was full of joy and laughter, and the eyes of those who were originally lacking in interest showed some anticipation, watching the grand excitement with their wine glasses.

Mo Ran left the table with a laugh, and said something to Chu Wanning: "Master, I will accompany Xue Meng to the hunting ground first. You sit and eat and drink well, and wait for me to come back."

Chu Wanning said: "Go, tell Xue Meng a little bit, he is too reckless."

"it is good."

Mo Ran walked down the brightly lit and magnificent hall with the other 20 people. Chu Wanning watched the handsome and upright figures of the young men and women disappear into the vast night, and drank the daughter Hong in the cup in one gulp.

He felt that the peak of death and life would have the money to build a spiritual stone road in the lower cultivation world, and he was the most confident of his apprentice.

3000 million gold is at your fingertips.

The younger generation entered the forest, but in a flash, before Mo Ran sent Xue Meng back, the first bright red fireworks exploded in the sky. Nangong Liu was amazed, and sighed: "It's really amazing. I haven't even finished drinking a cup of tea, but someone has already hunted the first deer, I don't know whose disciple is it? It's so brave and admirable!"

Li Wuxin from Bitan Village was sitting next to Nangong Liu. Hearing this, he said with a smile: "If everyone here is interested, why don't we play a game? Who will win these 22 young talents? The prize is [-]. Come out, to help the head of Nangong?"

Everyone agreed, so 22 wooden sticks with names written on them were placed on the long table, and red silk was placed below them, and those who wanted to bet came forward to write down their chips and signatures.

Xue Zhengyi turned his head and muttered to Chu Wanning: "Why does Bitanzhuang give [-] heads, so few, is the old man surnamed Li very poor?"

Chu Wanning said: "Small gambling is fun, but big gambling hurts the body."

Xue Zhengyi smiled and asked Chu Wanning: "Then let's have a good time?"

Chu Wanning looked at him sharply without saying a word.Xue Zhengyi's neck was a little hairy when he looked at him, he shrank his neck, and said: "Okay, okay, I know you don't like it, then—"

"What is Yiqing doing?" Elder Yuheng took off the purse, slapped it on the table, and said expressionlessly, "If you want to come, you will hurt yourself."

"..."

Xue Zhengyi stared at him for a while, as if he had seen a ghost, and then asked: "How much is the bet?"

"30."

"...so much? What if I lose money?"

"I can't afford it." Chu Wanning said, "Don't you want to repair the Lingshi Road? Make more money, and you can build a few more in those villages where the miasma is particularly serious."

Xue Zhengyi: "Are you really going? Is Xue Meng going to lose?"

"I won't lose, your son, you should know better than me."

"........."

Seeing that Xue Zhengyi was still uneasy, Chu Wanning said very simply: "I will pay for it, and you will win if you win. Go."

One after another, the silk paper was filled with names, and the small sect, who didn't want to gamble very much, was really itchy to see it, and couldn't help but spend a little money to try their luck.

Nangong Si also thought it was fun, got up and wanted to gamble, but Song Qiutong called him: "Husband, why don't you go too?"

"Win some money to buy you jewelry."

Song Qiutong stopped talking, and lowered her shiny face in a low voice, with a strand of black hair falling on her forehead, she looked extremely shy and pitiful.Chu Wanning glanced over there unintentionally. Seeing the sweetness of the newlyweds, he felt awkward again, and quickly turned his head back, so he didn't see the shadowy restlessness on Song Qiutong's face.

Nangong Si smiled and took the pen, and walked through the long case, and was about to choose someone to write a bargaining chip, when suddenly there was a sharp sound behind him, only in the blink of an eye, Nangong Si reacted swiftly like a wolf, He turned sideways suddenly, and swept back to avoid it, a flash of snow-white light flew past his cheek, and with a "bang!", it ruthlessly pierced the main pillar of the hall made of golden nanmu wood.

Powder crumbs splashed everywhere, penetrating three points!

"who!"

"There are assassins!!"

"Alert! Blow the martial law whistle!"

The sharp whistle sounded all over the 72 Washington DC in an instant, and the Hall of Poetry and Music, which had just returned to the singing stage to warm the music, was in a mess in an instant, and swords were drawn everywhere.

Nangong Si's eyes were dim, and there was a hint of ruthlessness, he wiped off the blood on his cheeks, strode to the pillar, and looked up.

It was just an ordinary feathered arrow, which pierced deep into the hard nanmu like this. There was a small bamboo tube on the feathered arrow. Nangong Si took off the bamboo tube with a sullen face, biting the sealing wax fiercely with his canine teeth, and a piece of wax fell out of it. A letter is coming.

Nangong Si unfolded the letter paper, read the first paragraph with a straight face, suddenly his complexion changed drastically, his fingers clenched tightly, and he read it again in disbelief. Shaking, fingertips even pierced the letter paper.

"Si'er, what's the matter?"

Nangong Si raised her head, her nose wrinkled, her face was ferocious, almost transformed into a leopard.

"It's just a lie!"

Talking about destroying the letter.

Nangong Liu was a step faster than him, raised his hand, trapped his son with spiritual power, and said in a low voice, "What's going on? Give me the letter."

"Father doesn't need to read it, it's just a piece of nonsense!"

Nangong Liu didn't listen, and waved his hands to let the left and right take the letter from Nangong Si who couldn't move.He took the letter, looked down, glanced at Song Qiutong very quickly, and the color on his face became extremely ugly in an instant. Before everyone could react, he put the letter on the fire, and it burned to black in an instant. , and then said with a dry smile: "My son is right, it is really full of absurdity, I don't know who did it, to make such a cheap joke, this is really..."

"What is it really?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the corner of the eaves.

Everyone's expressions changed, Ye Wangxi brushed his sword and crossed it in front of Nangong Si, Chu Wanning also stood up, staring at the place where the sound came from.

You must know that the Confucianism School hosts such a grand event, and the disciples in charge of martial law are all high-ranking disciples of the school. This person unexpectedly came to the top of the Hall of Poetry and Music without anyone noticing, and no one noticed when he made a sound. Obviously Don't be an ordinary person, don't underestimate the enemy.

"Master Nangong, I kindly remind you, don't let your son marry a flirtatious woman for no reason. Instead of listening, you said that I am full of absurdity. It really opened my eyes."

Before the words were finished, a black shadow flashed past, and when others saw clearly, he was standing in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, among the black crowd.

"what--!"

"Escape, run away!"

The people who were close to him were shocked instantly, and the tide suddenly fell, and a circle of no one spread out around him in an instant, the senior brothers protected the younger brothers and sisters, the head of the sect protected the disciples, and the mature ones protected the young ones.

The man in black wore a ferocious bronze mask and an inky black cloak, and said indifferently, "Why are you running away? If I want to hurt someone, this temple should be bleeding a long time ago. Just stand still."

The author has something to say: Well... I think the answer to the first game is almost obvious 23333

Small Theater "Born Against the Bone"

Mo Ran: I heard that high-cold subjects are not very good at drinking.

Chu Wanning: Absurd, I am not drunk for a thousand cups.

Mo Ran: I heard that Gao Lengshou is not good at gambling.

Chu Wanning: Absurd, I will win every bet.

Mo Ran: I heard that Gao Lengshou doesn't even bother to say I love you to her boyfriends during the Lantern Festival.

Chu Wanning: Absurd, I...

Mo Ran: Haha, I know that the master is different from those coquettish people outside, come on, tell me, I'll listen.