The wedding of the main sect was held for three consecutive days. The first day was a welcoming banquet. The night before the wedding ceremony, as the name suggests, was to welcome the guests. But the biggest excitement of the night was not at the table, but in the hunting school grounds. According to the rules, in the evening of that day, before the sun set, a respected elder would put three red-silky deer in the forest garden, and then the groom's father selected twenty-two unmarried men and women to let everyone compete in the garden.

If guests hunt one of the three spirit-horned deer, they can get a million gold prizes. After all, it is a gimmick of the rich sects such as the Rufeng Sect and Gu Yueye.

The Temple of Songs is high, 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 sunset.

The guests arrived one after another to congratulate Nangong Liu. No matter the visitor, Nangong Liu returned the gift politely one by one, and invited him to the table. After half an hour, all the guests sat in the seat. With the sound of a chime from Sile Pavilion, the night banquet officially began.

"I don't know which guests the leader of Nangong would ask to go down to Linyuan to compete."

"Didn't you mean to draw lots? I'm going to say that those who are drawn are all very lucky. Think about it, those who hunt spirit-horned deer will have a bounty of tens of millions. Others who don't hunt deer can also get other spirit beasts or fairy fruits captured in the forest. Where can there be better things in this world?"

While the discussion was lively, the hall gate suddenly opened. Nangong Si and Song Qiutong went upstairs together. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were intertwined with gold and red. The two came to the head together.

Nangong Liu stood up, smiled and nodded, and said loudly: "You are from all over the world, and the great immortal residences. It is a great blessing to be able to visit the Rufeng Sect and participate in the children's wedding ceremony in your busy schedule."

The guests below praised him and said, "You are so polite to the head."

"The young master and the young lady are so handsome, they are really a rare couple."

"Yeah yeah."

These flattering words were almost exactly the same as those fans said when they got married in their previous life. Mo Ran was bored and subconsciously wandered around the crowd. He soon found Ye Wangxi sitting next to Elder Frost Forest.

Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes, still dressed up in a simple manner. He was eating the food in the bowl, but he never looked up to look at Nangong Si.

Whether it was his expression or behavior, everything was the same as usual, or even calmer than usual. Perhaps because he had been living a hard life, such a person already knew 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 made very exquisitely, and each eaves were outlined, but the old artists asked for it was not low, so although the lanterns were good, they could not be sold. Of course Mo Ran could not 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. The shadows of the lanterns flowed, and the glory was solemn, illuminating the child's black eyes.

Until one day, a young man and woman came, wearing silk and satin all over. The girl took a fancy to the pagoda lantern at first sight, and said liked it like a coquettishly. The man beside her paid to sell the lantern.

The pagoda was taken away. Mo Ran raised his head and watched the old artist take it off the wooden shelf that had been hung for a long time, handed it to the girl's hand. The swaying lights finally illuminated Mo Ran's longing face, and then disappeared at the end of the night market with the beautiful couple.

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

He is the same as Ye Wangxi now. In fact, when they saw the lantern of the pagoda, they knew that such a luxurious thing was destined to belong to them. In fact, every night when they were illuminated by the pagoda, they had practiced the situation of losing this beam of light thousands of times in their hearts.

It’s not that you can let go, you can feel relieved.

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

"Come on, I've been drawing lots, I've been drawing lots--" The old servant of the head of the Rufeng Sect, holding a large bronze tangled tiles, came to the throne with a smile on his face, held it over his head, and presented it to Nangong Liu, "Sect Master, the auspicious time has arrived, so please ask the Sect Master to draw lots!"

"Okay! Come on! The leader of Nangong will catch one!"

Nangong Liu smiled and said, "It's better to obey your orders than just respect. Draw twenty-two lottery tickets. The young heroes who were drawn should also be pleased and participate in the night hunting competition. If anyone is unwilling to go, please say it in advance, thank you, thank you!"

After waiting for a while, the girls of several small sects were low in their cultivation and were timid, so they asked their parents to go up and say it, asking the head of Nangong to take his name away from the siege in advance.

Xu Shuanglin looked at Ye Wangxi and asked lazily with a smile: "Does Xiao Yezi want to go and have fun? If you want to go, I will do something for you and open a secret door."

"I won't go." Ye Wangxi said, "Entertainment Father, please tell the leader and let me abandon my name."

"How can that be? What if I win, I will have ten million yuan."

Ye Wangxi: “…”

Xu Shuanglin's temperament is far less obedient than his adopted son. After thinking for a while, a wicked smile rolled up at the corner of his mouth and said, "Then if you don't want to go, I will go."

"You are in your forties this year..."

"What, I look young. When I go and fight back all the three deer, I will get 30 million gold. If you don't take money, you will be killed by the earth and punished by heaven."

Xu Shuanglin was determined to go his own way, and did not see the depressedness of his adopted son at all. He pulled his shoes and smiled and went to Nangong Liu. He said a few words beside Nangong Liu. Others would only think that he was going to take Ye Wangxi's signature. Who knew that he loved money like his life and wanted to go in and have fun.

Nangong Liu quickly selected the guests who were in the throne.

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

Elder Shuanglin stood beside him, took a handful of signs from the head, and reported them one by one, looking slow; "Oh? This is a bit amazing, the pride of heaven, Xue Meng."

Soon all twenty-one people were selected, and the last one was missing. Elder Shuanglin was extremely thick-skinned and raised his hand with a smile: "There is another person I am, I am a handful of old bones. Please give me some advice." Nangong Liu knew the temperament of his elder, so he didn't stop him. He just smiled helplessly and gave everyone a fuse.

"The one who competes for deer, fuses are used as evidence. After three sounds, it means that the three spirit-horned deer have been caught and the hunting is over." Nangong Liu said, "At that time, we will welcome you back at Xiaoyue School. The winner will be rewarded with tens of millions of gold."

Everyone applauded when they heard it, and were cheering for their acquaintances.

Nangong Liu smiled and said, "In addition, after being instructed by the child, add another one. The first one is to reward ten demon wolves. Make a blood contract and take them home!"

Demon wolf!

Such a precious spiritual beast is hard to find on the black market, ten horses!

The hall was boiling, and someone couldn't help but stand up and shouted to the selected fellow disciple: "Senior brother, it's up to you! If you get the first place, I'll give you your boots a year!"

Laughing.

Some female cultivator was dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, compare them all. If you win, I will promise to practice dual cultivation with you!"

"Wow—This is good, this is amazing, hahaha, who is so spicy?"

For a moment, laughter and joy in the Poetry Hall were filled with joy, and people who were originally lacking in interest showed some expectations in their eyes, holding a wine glass to watch the grand and lively.

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

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

"good."

Mo Ran and the other twenty people walked down the brightly lit hall together. Chu Wanning watched the handsome and upright figures of the young men and women disappear into the vast night, and drank the red daughter in the cup.

He felt that when he turned back at the peak of life and death, he would have money to build a spiritual stone road in the lower world of cultivation. His disciples were the most confident.

Thirty million gold is within reach.

The young man entered the forest, but in a blink of an eye, Mo Ran sent Xue Meng and had not had time to return, the first bright red fireworks exploded in the sky. Nangong Liu was amazed and sighed: "It's so amazing. I haven't finished drinking this cup of tea yet, but someone has already hunted the first deer. I don't know whose disciple it is? Such a bravery is admirable!"

Li Wuxin from Bitan Village sat next to Nangong Liu, and smiled when he heard this, "If you are happy here, why don't we bet a game? Who will win these twenty-two young talents? Who will win the lottery? Li will give you a 50,000 yuan to cheer up the leader of Nangong?"

Everyone agreed, so twenty-two wooden signs with names written on them were placed on the long table table, and red silk was placed under them. Those who wanted to place bets came forward to write down the chips and signatures.

Xue Zhengyong turned his head and muttered to Chu Wanning: "Why did Bitan Village give you 50,000 yuan in lottery? Such a small number, is the old man named Li very poor?"

Chu Wanning said: "A small gambling is good for love, while a big gambling is harmful to the body."

Xue Zhengyong asked Chu Wanning with a chuckle: "Then let's have some fun too?"

Chu Wanning looked at him with a sharp look, without saying a word. Xue Zhengyong was a little furrowed when he looked at him, and his neck shrank, saying, "Okay, okay, I know you don't like it, then--"

"What are you doing with Yiqing?" Elder Yuheng took off his purse and slapped it on the table, saying expressionlessly, "If you want to come, you will hurt your body."

“…”

Xue Zhengyong glared at him for a long time, and then asked, "How much do you want?"

"Three hundred thousand."

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"I can't pay for it." Chu Wanning said, "Don't you want to build a spirit stone road? You can build more money in those villages with very severe malaria."

Xue Zhengyong: "You really go? What's the matter with Xue Meng losing?"

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

“…………”

Seeing that Xue Zhengyong was still worried, Chu Wanning said simply: "I will lose my money, and I will win you, go."

The silk was filled with names one after another. The small sect that didn't want to bet looked itchy and couldn't help but spend some small money to get it to try.

Nangong Si also found it fun to see it, so he got up and wanted to go for a gamble. Song Qiutong called him: "Husband, why are you going too?"

"Win some money and buy you jewelry."

Song Qiutong stopped talking, drooped her face and black hair on her forehead, looking particularly embarrassed and pitiful. Chu Wanning Wuxin glanced over there, and saw the sweetness of the newlyweds, and soon turned her head back, so he did not see the shady uneasiness on Song Qiutong's face.

Nangong Si smiled and took the pen, walked in front of the long desk, and was about to choose someone to write a bargaining chip, but suddenly heard a sharp sound behind him. In the midst of lightning, Nangong Si reacted like a wolf. He suddenly turned sideways and avoided him. A snow-white light flew over his cheeks, and with a "bang!", he stabbed hard on the main pillar of the hall made of golden nanmu wood.

Powder splashed everywhere!

"Who!"

"There are assassins!!"

"Be warned! Blow the martial law whistle!"

The sharp whistle sounded across the seventy-two Huafu immediately, and the singing stage was just warm and happy. The poetic music hall was in a mess in an instant, drawing its swords everywhere.

Nangong Si's eyes were dark and a ruthless shimmer flowed. He suddenly wiped away the blood from his cheeks, strode to the pillar, and looked up.

It was just an ordinary feather arrow, which actually pierced into the depths of the hard nanmu. The feather arrow was carrying a small bamboo tube. Nangong Si took off the bamboo tube with a calm face, his teeth were fierce, and he bit the sealing wax, and a letter fell out of it.

Nangong Si unfolded the letter paper and looked at the first paragraph with a stern face. Suddenly his expression changed drastically. He suddenly pinched his fingers tightly and looked again in disbelief. After reading this, he was shaking finely, and his fingertips even poked the letter paper.

"Si'er, what's wrong?"

Nangong Si raised his head, his nose wings shrank, his face was ferocious, almost changing from a leopard.

"It's just a rumor!"

As he said that, he was going to destroy the letters.

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