Travel through the heavens

Three days later, on the day of the Heroes Banquet, at noon.

"Master Yuanhui, the elder of Shaolin Temple, is attending the banquet with his disciples!"

"Wudang Sect's top disciple Yu Xingzhou is coming to the banquet with his disciples!"

"The head of Huiyue Pavilion, Sima Luchen, is coming to the banquet with his disciples!"

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Following announcements from outside the gate, guests coming to the banquet walked into the main hall one after another.

Among them, there were a few people who were surprised when they saw Xie Xuan sitting at the main table in the hall, and immediately walked over to greet him.

Soon, all the heroes in the hall knew that the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan had also come to attend the Heroes' Banquet. They all sighed that the Lei Family Castle was still very prestigious, and at the same time, they became curious about the identities of the two people sitting at the same table with Xie Xuan.

Sitting at the same table with Xie Xuan were Fang Muye and Lei Hong.

Since the day Li Hanyi and Zhao Yuzhen went to his yard and had a conversation, Lei Hong sat in meditation for several days in a row. The shackles that bound him in his heart were finally removed. He would never confine himself to a small area again. What's more, today was the heroes' banquet held by Leijiabao, and there were enemies with ill intentions coming, so he naturally had to be present.

As for Tang Lian, Xiao Se, Wu Xin, Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, Ye Ruoyi, Yue Ji and Ming Hou, they sat at a table nearby.

Seeing the looks coming at him from time to time, Fang Muye smiled helplessly and teased Xie Xuan who always maintained an elegant smile: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have sat with Brother Xie."

Xie Xuan smiled and said, "If I had known this, I should have hidden in Qilin Pavilion with Brother Fang to drink tea."

"Wen Liang from the well-known Wen family is here for the banquet."

At this time, there was another announcement from outside the door. Upon hearing the name, the heroes in the hall fell silent for a moment.

But a handsome young man in purple stepped into the hall, clasped his fists and said in a loud voice: "I am Wen Liang from the old Lingnan Wen family. Our old man said that the Wen family are all poisoners. They are afraid that the people at the hero banquet will not dare to eat vegetables when they go out to meet guests. So in previous years, they never attended the banquet. This year, there is no choice. It is Lord Tiger who is hosting the banquet, and the Wen family dare not not come. I am a little poisoner, and my poison skills are not very sophisticated. Please feel free to eat and drink."

The guests in the hall burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Fang Muye also thought that this young man named Wen Liang was quite interesting, so he saw him walking towards the main table with confidence, looking at Lei Hong and saying with a smile: "Master Hong, you are finally willing to leave your small courtyard."

A few years ago, in order to treat Lei Qianhu's cold poison, he received a lot of help from the Wen family. Lei Hong also saw this mischievous child several times.

Lei Hong laughed and scolded, "You are so disrespectful, why don't you sit down quickly?"

"Okay." Wen Liang pulled a chair over and sat down, looking at Fang Muye and Xie Xuan with interest: "Master Hong, can you introduce them to me?"

Lei Hong pointed and said, "This is our brother Muye, and this is the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan."

Wen Liang cupped his hands and said politely, "I am Wen Liang, honored to meet Senior Fang and Senior Confucian Sword Immortal."

Xie Xuan smiled and asked, "Which one of the Wen family is your master?"

Wen Liang replied, "My master is warming up a pot of wine."

Xie Xuan was startled: "So you are the new disciple that Senior Wen accepted in recent years."

Wen Hujiu is the current patriarch of the time-honored Wen family and a famous veteran in the martial arts world. In terms of seniority, he is of the same generation as King Li Su of Jianxinzhong and the old master of the Tang clan. Even the five great sword immortals have to respectfully call him senior when they meet him.

"Old Master Tang of the Tang Clan, along with Tang Clan's outer room teachers Tang Huang, Tang Xuan, and Tang Qisha, are attending the banquet!"

A loud announcement was heard from outside the door again, and soon Lei Qianhu walked in with four people with a calm expression.

Leading the group was a tall, kind-looking old man in a black robe, who was none other than the old master of the Tang Clan. Following him were three middle-aged men in their thirties, also in black robes. They were Tang Huang, the master of the Tang Clan's outer room, Tang Xuan, the best poison master of the Tang Clan, and Tang Qisha, the successor of the Tang Clan's Tianzha Gloves.

For a moment, the entire hall was silent, and all eyes were fixed on the world-famous Old Master Tang.

Old Master Tang walked slowly with a faint smile on his face. When he passed the Shaolin Temple table, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Master Yuanhui."

Master Yuanhui, who was an elder in Shaolin Temple and had a very high seniority, was still a head shorter than Old Master Tang. He hurriedly returned the greeting respectfully: "Amitabha, Senior Tang, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so energetic."

"Thanks to Master." Old Master Tang said nothing more. He walked a few steps and sat down at the main table. He looked at Xie Xuan with a smile and said, "The Confucian Sword Immortal is here too."

Tang Huang, Tang Xuan, and Tang Qisha also looked at Xie Xuan, but their eyes were unclear.

Xie Xuan clasped his fists and smiled elegantly: "Old Master Tang, long time no see."

Old Master Tang nodded, his eyes casually sweeping over Fang Muye and Wen Liang, as well as Tang Lian at the table next to him.

Tang Lian took a deep breath, stood up and walked over, bowed respectfully and said, "Old Master."

Old Master Tang looked at Tang Lian meaningfully, and said calmly, "Since you are here, just enjoy the feast. There is no need to say anything else."

Tang Lian leaned forward, said nothing more, and stepped back.

Old Master Tang looked at Lei Qianhu who was sitting in the main seat and said with a smile: "Qianhu, it's almost time. The guests have been waiting for a long time. Why not start the banquet first?"

Lei Qianhu shook his head: "Please wait a moment, old man. There is still one person who hasn't come yet."

Old Master Tang showed a curious look on his face: "Who?"

At this moment, a loud and clear crane cry was heard. Everyone looked outside and saw a white crane descending from the sky and landing in front of the main hall. On the back of the white crane stood a middle-aged man in a gray robe. He had a majestic appearance, but his right arm was empty.

"He's here." Lei Qianhu laughed.

The gray-robed man jumped off the crane, walked proudly into the hall, and said loudly, "Everyone, I'm sorry, Lei Yunhe is back late."

As he spoke, he walked to the empty seat at the main table and sat down.

Lei Qianhu nodded to Lei Tianhen, who immediately shouted, "Let's have the feast!"

Suddenly, the hall became more lively, with glasses clinking and people drinking and chatting happily.

I don't know if it's an illusion or not, but everyone always feels that the people from Lei Family Fort and Tang Sect, although they are always smiling, they all seem to have a lot on their minds. Even though Lei Sect's disciple Lei Wujie won the first place in the competition among young disciples from various sects, the people from Lei Family Fort didn't seem to get rid of the hidden solemnity.

The heroes couldn't help but speculate in their hearts: something must have happened between the Lei Clan and the Tang Clan.

Sure enough, after the Heroes' Banquet was over, some careful heroes discovered that the people from the Tang Sect stayed in Lei Family Castle and did not come out.