[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Seeing everyone looking at him, Young Master Fei Yi smiled faintly, stepped back a few steps, and made way for the people behind him.

Suddenly, it rained flowers all over the sky, and sixteen beautiful girls in silk dresses and graceful postures came with willow baskets in their hands.

There are silver bells hanging on the white bare feet, and every step is like dancing.There is a gold bracelet on the slender wrist, and the petals are thrown from the hand, like a celestial maiden dancing silk, paving a road of flowers on the blue stone ground.

Then, a gilt and chiseled treasure, a splendid and dazzling sedan chair slowly entered.

It is inlaid with bright jewels and decorated with complicated golden colors. It is shaped like a mobile pavilion, extremely luxurious and rich, and the eight warriors carrying the sedan chair are panting heavily, and their feet are heavy.

The green curtains were raised with gold hooks and hung on both sides of the sedan chair, with a tall figure sitting in it.

All eyes were on him, surprised, suspicious, fearful, resentful...they all looked like fire, scorching hot.

Anyone who is roasted by the fire sprayed by hundreds of eyes will fidget.

However, the happy king is standing still, with a calm demeanor.

A pair of eyes are like a storm condensing, a body is as powerful as a rainstorm destroying a city, and it is as vast as a raging wind.

Just looking at it makes one feel trembling.

On the other hand, the young master walking with the sedan chair, white skin, black hair, scarlet clothes, jade face... burning like a red plum in the snow, and as gorgeous as a peach blossom in a hundred miles.

As soon as the fire from hundreds of eyes touched his body, it was like drowning in water, not only failed to burn him, but was drawn by a unique aura.

Everyone's eyes were glued to him, unable to move away.

It was only then that everyone remembered that according to the legend, Happy King had a son who was the "son of a thousand faces" Wang Lianhua.

Looking at it now, the two are indeed worthy of being father and son, they are both dragons and phoenixes among men, extraordinary.

Among the hundreds of eyes that focused on the two of them, one pair belonged to Shen Lang.

He didn't look at Happy King, but focused all his attention on Wang Lianhua.

The relationship between the two is close, and he can see more than others.

Shen Lang felt a little strange.

There seemed to be some inexplicable changes in Wang Lianhua's body, maybe it was breathing, gaze, aura... or something else, which made him feel more similar to Happy King than yesterday.

While Shen Lang was thinking, the Happy King had already been watched by everyone on his throne, Wang Lianhua, Wang Huoshao and Mrs. Ruigong lined up on the left and right, accompanying him.

The happy king reclines on the golden dragon throne, with his back leaning on the dragon's spine and his feet on the dragon's head.

Fingers like jade carvings took over the wine cup offered by Mrs. Rui Gong.

In amber goblets the wine is as scarlet as blood.

Falcon-like pupils swept across the banquet.

His eyes seemed to have been calcined by bright flames, and also seemed to have been tempered in the coldest river water.

It actually made everyone feel a sharp pain on their faces.

The happy king is condescending, and at a glance, the long table is like a dragon, and countless heroes of the world are lined up on the left and right. This scene is like a preview of his future ascension to the supreme throne of martial arts.

With a faint smile, he said in a soft, calm, slow, graceful voice with an indescribable provocative force: "Your gentlemen are invited to come, and this king is honored."

"You are all seniors, with a lot of experience in the world, and you are all transparent. Therefore, this king doesn't bother to talk about things to fool you, so let's get straight to the point."

Happy King brought the wine cup to his lips, and said slowly: "You guys, don't you think this world has been peaceful for too long?"

The hearts of all the people present were shocked, as if they had already felt the surging wind and waves under these plain words.

"A person lives for a lifetime, not for fame but for profit. However, in today's world, fame and interests are all divided up by the world's great families."

"If you want to climb up, you can only follow the rules set by them. Even if you have extraordinary abilities and talents, you will still be suppressed by them. You will never get the reward you deserve."

"I don't like this kind of stagnant rivers and lakes, so I want to break everything, deprive the aristocratic faction of their superior status, and create heroes to welcome the troubled times!"

"I invite you all to come here, and I want to invite you to plan and implement strategies with this king, and join in the grand event."

"You are all heroes, and this king only thinks highly of heroes!"

In the calm words, the ambition is clear and the passion is full of enthusiasm.

Looking into the eyes of everyone, it seems that a prairie fire is ignited. Once it ignites, the world will be burned by him, and no one can escape!

During the banquet, the wine cup in the hands of one person slammed on the desk, and the crisp sound interrupted the Happy King's words.

Everyone turned their attention to this extremely bold man.

He was dark-skinned and tall, wearing a half-worn wolf fur cloak, a wine gourd hung on a copper buckle belt, and a golden knife wrapped in fox fur.

The vicissitudes of the face are like weathered gravel in the desert, but the eyes are sharp like a wild wolf.

This person is the wine swordsman Zhao Jinghong.

He looked at the Happy King with wolf-like eyes, and said, "Although you think highly of us, I don't think highly of you."

"You, Chai Yuguan, once fabricated the Invincible Monk's "Invincible Treasure Mirror" and used it as a bait to bury a generation of Jianghu heroes at Yanhui Peak in Hengshan. It was reported by the three masters of Renyi Villa, and everyone in the world knows."

"Now it's repeating the old trick, using your Happy King's 'legacy' to lure people from all walks of life to come to hunt for treasure and fall into your trap."

"Twice and three times, they all use conspiracy and tricks instead of doing dignified things."

"Such a poor character, a scheming like a poisonous snake, even if you make a high promise and reward, so what? Cooperating with you is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. What are you talking about to join in the grand event? What a joke!"

The merciless scolding was simply extremely bold.

Happy King was neither angry nor annoyed, he just smiled and said: "Your Excellency's words are correct, but my methods are not very bright."

"But your Excellency cannot deny my superb methods, otherwise you would not have fallen into my hands in embarrassment."

The wine swordsman smiled coldly and did not answer.

Joyful King said: "Wine Swordsman, would you like to answer a question for me?"

"Why did you come to look for the 'Happy King's Treasure'?"

The wine swordsman said frankly: "I am a person who likes to drink and gamble, and I can't keep money on me half the night."

"When that incident was reported on the rivers and lakes, I happened to be short of money."

"Since you're 'dead', those treasures are ownerless. Why can't I take a chance and make some money?"

Happy King smiled and said, "Very well, so you have something to ask for."

"Since we have something to ask for, we are not enemies, but friends."

The wine swordsman couldn't hear the meaning of buying with money in Happy King's words, and felt deeply insulted.

Jian Mei frowned deeply, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think you can buy Lao Tzu's life with a few worthless money?"

Joyful Wang said: "What if it is a sum of gold and silver that can be spent by seven people of 360 for five years?"

The wine swordsman frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

The Happy King suddenly uttered a word with a strange emphasis, like the language of the barbarians in the Far West.

This sentence, which no one could understand, made the wine swordsman's expression stiff.

Happy King smiled slightly, put his right hand on his left chest, and said, "Ilana of Qiubana, may the eagles from the north protect you."

Immediately, there was an unconcealable shock on the face of the wine knife, he stood up abruptly, knocked over the table, and the cups, bowls and chopsticks shattered on the floor.

"You, you, what do you know!"

Happy King smiled calmly and said: "You are not from the Central Plains, but from the Qiubana tribe in the Great Desert of Gelangmo. Your original name is Yilana, and Zhao Jinghong is just a pseudonym you use to travel around the rivers and lakes."

"Twenty years ago, your people were expelled by more than a dozen tribes because of their crimes against King Lida. They could only live in a desert in the middle of the desert that lacked water and food."

"Your people want to relocate with the whole family, but because the road to the outside world is blocked under the order of King Dali, they are not allowed to go."

"You sneaked through the checkpoint and ran out alone. In order to support your clansmen, you used the alias Zhao Jinghong to make money in the Central Plains, and made a group of friends from the Jianghu. Taking advantage of the opportunity of doing business with the Lida Kingdom, you smuggled supplies to support your family. Chubana land."

"However, how long can you support it on your own? This year, you are also in your thirties. After more than ten years, you will be old and weak. If you can no longer do this dangerous thing, what should they do?"

Hearing this, the wine swordsman showed sadness.

What the Happy King said hit his heart's worries, but he gritted his teeth and still refused to answer.

Happy King said with a smile: "It seems that your Excellency still thinks that these rewards are not enough."

"Then how about adding a hundred hectares of fertile land for them to move and settle?"

The wine swordsman looked at him in shock, and murmured: "You, you really can do it?"

Happy King laughed loudly: "Your Excellency is underestimating me."

"Did my name as a prince come for nothing? There are no less than a thousand hectares of fertile land in the Western Regions, which is my territory."

The wine swordsman's originally straight back trembled slightly, and anyone could see his shaking.

As soon as the Happy King waved his hand, a gust of wind knight held a mahogany tray and presented it to the wine swordsman.

"This is……"

The wine swordsman lifted the red cloth on the tray and saw a gleaming golden knife pressing on a stack of half-palm-thick silver bills.

The golden knife was exactly the same as the one hanging on his waist.

Happy King looked at the golden knife and sighed softly: "This knife is a treasure handed down from generation to generation of your clan, but because of living in poverty, you have to sell it."

"Now I have redeemed it for you, plus an additional 500 million taels of silver bills as a deposit."

"Ilana, you should have realized the sincerity of this king, right?"

The wine swordsman took the golden knife tremblingly, and threw the fake at his waist on the ground.

He stroked the blade for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and knelt down on one knee.

"What else can I say... I am willing to work hard for the prince."

The Joyful King ordered the Knight of the Storm to help him up, and said with a smile, "I don't want you to die, but I just want you to do me a little favor when I need help."

"There will be more wealth and honor in the future, and we will enjoy it together."

After all, his eyes swept across the audience.

"It's the same with you all, if you have any request, just ask this king."

"The things in this world, as long as this king says it will be done, it will be done."

Although the voice is light and light, the weight of the words is heavier than Mount Tai, as if every word thrown on the ground can make a mark.

All the guests had different thoughts, some showed disdain, some were thoughtful, some looked around secretly, and some hesitated.

The lively banquet suddenly fell silent for a moment.

While everyone was thinking about everything, one person stood up, chanted the Buddha's name, and bowed his head to the Happy King.

This person was wearing a scarlet cassock, which was embroidered with gold thread and inlaid with agate, tourmaline, pearl, amber and other precious stones.

And he was fat and big-eared, with a body full of flesh, like a fat pig wrapped in jewels, which looked extremely ridiculous.

But anyone who knows him dare not laugh at him.

Because of those who laughed at him, he cut off their tongues to make wine, gouged out their eyes to play with marbles, chiseled out their leg bones to make horns, cut off their penis and strung them with gems and agates to make necklaces, and hung them in his temple. On the neck of the Buddha of Joy.

This person is the notorious king of Huanxi Zong Da Riming, Monk Baoguang.

Monk Baoguang smiled and said: "Since the prince is so healthy, I will ask the prince for someone."

"If the prince gives it to me, we can be as close as a family. I will not hesitate to be so heartbroken for the prince."

Happy King smiled and said, "Who does Master Baoguang want?"

Monk Baoguang pointed with a sausage-like finger, "This is the beauty."

Everyone looked at it together - it was Wang Lianhua who was standing quietly at the side, elegant and dignified.

Monk Baoguang said: "As long as the lord gives me your son, I will be considered as a member of the lord's family. Isn't it the same as a family?"

After that, he laughed loudly, his whole body trembling like waves.

Suddenly, the laughter turned into a cry of pain.

Monk Baoguang spit out a stone and a broken tooth from his mouth.

Covering his bleeding mouth with his hand, he cursed angrily, "Who threw the stone?!"