Chapter 162 Uninvited Guest

A dispute was settled under Song Yueming's suppression.

Lin Kai, who had already lost too much blood, was carried away by the disciples from Xuanhe Peak. However, based on his current situation, he estimated that he would not have the chance to participate in today's Dao Discussion Conference, so his engagement to Fang Ziyu would naturally have to be postponed.

As for the arena battle, Xu Han did not have the mood to accompany these disciples of the second-and third-rate sects. After casually passing two moves, he admitted defeat and withdrew. Although he could not help but receive a burst of pointers, he did not take it seriously. His goal was the Dao Discussion Assembly!

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Zhu Longqi brought his large group of people to Jishi Prefecture angrily, while Xu Han exchanged glances with Zhou Zhang and the others and rushed there together.

…

When they arrived at the World-saving Palace, the majestic hall was already filled with representatives from various sects of the Great Zhou Empire.

Xu Han scanned the scene roughly. The white-haired Sikong Bai sat upright on the high platform, his expression silent, his gaze gloomy. Behind him, the purple-robed Song Yueming was separated from the red-robed Ye Hongjian.

Below the stage were Ning Zhumang and Long Congyun. Zhong Changhen and Zhu Longqi sat down, followed by the elders and deacons of the Linglong Pavilion, and then the personal disciples.

As deacon Xu Han and direct disciple Fang Ziyu, Zhou Zhang and the others naturally had a place, so deacon Qin Keqing was not so lucky. The few of them exchanged glances. Qin Keqing retreated to the periphery, indicating that they did not need to worry. At that time, the three of them also took steps into the main hall.

One of them was Qin Keqing's former fiance, the other was the second senior sister who was about to get engaged to Lin Kai, and the other had sliced off the arm of the Long Night Priest in a sword fight just now. The appearance of these three people naturally attracted the attention of most of the people present.

However, Xu Han and the others didn't care about it. They all smiled and sat down on their seats, completely ignoring the gazes of the crowd.

The atmosphere on the stage instantly became strange. Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen remained silent. Zhu Longqi stared at Ye Hongjian on the high platform as if he was admiring a piece of beautiful jade that he was about to obtain. The black robe behind him looked at Zhou Zhang not far away. The gaze under his hood seemed to carry a sinister smile.

After another hundred breaths of time, most of the guests in the Heavenly Palace had already expired.

The superior of the platform suddenly stood up with his wine cup in his hand. Seeing him get up, everyone below the stage immediately quieted down and cast their gazes at this newly promoted Immortal.

"I am very grateful for the presence of all of you at this grand gathering. I am extremely grateful to the Exquisite Pavilion for its glory."

As Sikong Bai said this, everyone below the stage naturally raised their wine glasses and smiled in response.

Probably some

After that, Sikong Bai finished his glass of wine in one gulp, and Song Yueming, who was beside him, quickly filled it up again.

After three consecutive glasses of fine wine, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became lively. There was a sense of enjoyment between the guests and the hosts, as well as a sense of harmony between the wine beauties.

However, everyone knew that this was just the beginning of a good show.

The real show hasn't started yet.

…

After three rounds of drinking, Sikong Bai's face seemed to turn red. He stood up again and smiled as he looked at the people below the stage. "Everyone here is famous in Jianghu. Today, everyone is unwilling to come for a thousand miles. Not only do I have important matters to discuss with you, but before that, I still have two joys to share with you."

At this point, everyone understood and their faces revealed joy. In the middle of the crowd, the seats on the side of the Moon Lake Cave were filled with smiles. The green-dressed girl blushed and lowered her head.

"First, my second disciple, Song Yueming, will marry Miss Xia Zichuan of Moon Lake Cave." Sikong Bailang said.

After saying those words, Song Yueming and Xia Zichuan walked to the front of the crowd, and the crowd naturally cheered loudly.

Congratulations on a golden boy or girl or a man or woman who has been together for a hundred years are endless, However, Linglong Pavilion and Moon Lake Cave were Jianghu sects after all. There were no bureaucratic formalities like those of wealthy clans. Moreover, Song Yueming had brought sufficient bride price to Moon Lake Cave the day before yesterday. This marriage had also been recognized by the elders on both sides. At this moment, he was only telling everyone about it.

"Yueming, you must treat Miss Zichuan well in the future." At that time, Sikong Bai also warned that such words made the crowd's congratulations louder, and Xia Zichuan was even more embarrassed. He lowered his head and occasionally looked at the purple-robed youth on the high platform, but the affection in his eyes was something anyone could see through at a glance.

"It's a good thing to be in pairs. This old man has a second joyous occasion here."

When this matter came to an end, Sikong Bai, who was standing on the high platform, said in a calm voice.

The mocking expressions on the faces of the crowd were even more serious. Compared to the first, this second matter was naturally considered to be a major matter.

The engagement between Ye Hongjian and Zhu Longqi was not only a joyous occasion for the two of them, but also a sign that the temple and the two gigantic pillars of Jianghu were working together. Their alliance was enough to dominate the situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Regardless of whether the crowd was worried or optimistic about the consequences of this matter, they were happy enough on the surface.

Of course, it was inevitable that those who knew about Xu Han and Ye Hongjian's marriage would turn their gazes to the youth sitting in the corner of the hall. Disdain, pity, sympathy. However, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, the youth sat upright on the ground and gently sipped the tea in front of the table.

Zhu Longqi stood up. He sneered at Xu Han and cursed at the clown in his heart. Then, he turned his gaze and landed on the beautiful figure behind Sikong Bai. The eagerness in his gaze was naturally not concealed.

Sikong Bai was very satisfied with the enthusiastic atmosphere on the field. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

…

Lu Feng was very unhappy.

Today was the beginning of the Dao Discussion Conference. As his personal disciple, he was naturally qualified to participate in such a grand gathering. He also wanted to use this opportunity to get to know his peers from various sects. It would be great if he could climb up the thigh of Longevity Division.

However, Song Yueming had sent him to the mountain gate with a group of disciples to guard the gate because of the special period.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng fiercely kicked the stone at his feet and flew away, as if he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Song Yueming! Wait!" He said this from the bottom of his heart.

"Senior Brother Lu, there seems to be someone there?" At this moment, a disciple of the Sword Hall suddenly walked over.

"Someone is someone. What's there to make a fuss about?" Lu Feng curled his lips in dissatisfaction. Below the gate of Linglong Pavilion was a small town. Normally, some people would come and go.

"No, there are a lot of people." The disciple of the Sword Hall saw that Lu Feng didn't care and was anxious, so he hurriedly continued.

"Huh?" Lu Feng was stunned. He raised his head and looked in the direction that the disciple of the Sword Hall pointed at. Not far away, dozens of people in red robes were leading nearly a thousand soldiers in white armor behind him as they slowly walked towards this direction.

As a direct disciple, Lu Feng still had some horizons. Those people wrapped in red robes had a long aura and heavy footsteps. Clearly, they were not ordinary passers-by. The nearly a thousand white-robed warriors of the three dukes were even more compact, their faces solemn, and they were no ordinary soldiers.

'"This" Lu Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought to himself, "Could it be that I am so unlucky to have really met someone who came to cause trouble?"

However, he still had no choice but to bravely walk forward and shout, "This is the Linglong Pavilion's mountain gate. Quickly retreat, don't disturb the mountain gate?"

However, the group of guests did not listen to his orders. Instead, they continued to walk forward slowly and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Who are you waiting for?" Lu Feng was slightly stunned. He was alert and asked in a deep voice. His hand subconsciously gripped the sword on his waist. The disciples of the Sword Hall behind him also lined up beside him at that time, vigilantly looking at this group of uninvited guests who had suddenly arrived.

"Young Hero, don't panic. We are not people who have broken through the mountain. We are here to pay our respects." The leader was an old man. His hair was white and his face was covered in wrinkles. He looked like shriveled tree bark, but his expression was extremely kind, making it difficult for people to have any ill feelings towards him. He smiled and said at that time.

Perhaps because of his gentle tone, Lu Feng's vigilance dropped a little.

"So it's the senior who came to participate in the Dao Discussion Conference. Why did he come at this time?" He tacitly nodded and signaled the people beside him to put away their swords.

Thinking about it, none of the experts of the various sects in the Linglong Pavilion dared to barge into the mountain gate at this moment.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng couldn't help but curse at himself and make a fuss.

"It's a long journey, and I've encountered some trivial matters that have been delayed." The old man in the lead smiled.

"Yes." Hearing this, Lu Feng nodded. After all, the sects participating in the Dao Discussion Conference came from all over the world, and Great Zhou was vast, so it was not surprising that there were some delays. "Did you bring the invitation?"

"No invitation." The old man shook his head with a calm expression.

"Huh?" Lu Feng's expression changed. Before he could ask, the old man's voice sounded again.

"But there is a worship invitation. Young Hero, please take a look." As he spoke, the old man took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng was stunned. He subconsciously took the letter and read it. When he saw the handwriting on the letter, his face immediately turned incomparably pale.

He trembled, and his hand, which was holding the letter, trembled, and the letter fell to the ground.

When the surrounding disciples saw him like this, they all looked at the letter curiously. The handwriting on the letter was still far from clear, but the three big words on the inscription area were exceptionally eye-catching like stars in the night.

The disciples were also stunned at that moment, their bodies frozen in place as if they had been fixed by someone.

Those were three very ordinary words.

Call.

Tian Ce Mansion!

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