The three brothers Chiniu led all the inner disciples into the [White Wolf Valley].

Liu Bian followed Chen Long honestly. As soon as he entered the valley, he saw dozens of white wolves running across the street. He was so scared that his legs were sore and his feet were weak, and he shrank and he was about to retreat.

Chen Long grabbed him and shouted: "There are all senior brothers who are dealing with him, so I'm afraid!"

Liu Bian shivered and barely stopped.

Looking at Wu Anguo from afar, he shook his head and shouted suddenly: "Dear students, line up and raise troops!"

With one command after another, the disciples cooperated to kill the white wolf.

Seeing the wolf corpses turning into ashes and nothingness, Liu Bian slowly settled down.

"Newcomer, let's take action too!" Chen Longtou called out the "Ruyi Soldier Armor" without looking back and stepped into the war zone with his crossbow.

After much thought, Liu Bian finally stood in the back, summoned the [Ruyi armor] covered with his body and carried the dragon cannon.

Open fire!

In [White Wolf Valley], all the disciples of the sect immediately heard a loud "bang" sound in their ears. Looking up, a fire broke out in the white wolf pack.

One wolf died suddenly, five wolf was seriously injured, and countless minor injuries were injured.

What a great power!

After killing all the remaining white wolf, everyone surrounded Liu Bian in the center and observed his thick and long dragon cannon.

"Five thousand [contributions], great value for money!"

"New...new man, you are that Shi Hou!"

"Mr. Shi, Cai Yong treats you very well!"

"The power of this treasure is far better than that of the Ice and Fire Immortal Technique!"

The disciples were amazed and admired repeatedly. In Chen Long's wide eyes, Liu Bian smiled happily, enjoying the atmosphere of "stars surround the moon".

Although he was a prince, he was fostered in Shi Dao Ren's house since childhood. He rarely snuggled up with his parents, and he had no playmates.

When others meet him, they always respectfully call him "Shi Hou". They are polite and honest, but also indifferent and alienated.

He is a royal nobleman. He should know the difference between high and low. After the Taoist drove away a group of children, he said this.

He was a royal child and said this when his father turned his smile to the young Liu Xie.

He is the eldest son of the royal family and will definitely inherit the throne in the future, so he must be careful in his words and actions. After the mother strangled his beloved oriole to death, she said so.

As he grew older, his mother's strictness became more and more severe, and his father's lack of expectations turned completely into disappointment. The "good friends and good friends" he longed for became a bubble in the loneliness and loneliness year by year.

Fortunately, he was sought for the fairy white tiger, fortunately he met Mr. Cai, fortunately he got the dragon cannon, fortunately...

Liu Bian clenched his right fist and prayed in his heart, "I hope this 'lucky' will never be separated and will always be with me."

Since then, Liu Bian's name "Dragon Cannon" has spread in Baihu Mountain. His cowardly personality has gradually changed.

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Days pass by day and the end of the year ends.

King Yan got up from the bed early in the morning, put on a newly made fur robe, grabbed Xiu'er's soft "big hand" and ran to the bottom of the mountain.

There is no snow and rain, and the red sun rises in the east.

Although it was dawn, there were already crowds outside the White Tiger City.

Eighteen high platforms were tamped, and dozens of singers and philosophers came on stage to perform, which attracted cheers and screams.

There is the "horn-to-be-up platform", one man standing solemnly with his sleeves, which is for the referee. The other two men, both of whom were wide open with their arms and stared at them. In a moment, they stepped forward and collided.

There is the "rope skill platform", which is tied between two large wire ropes between the two pillars, several meters apart, and the two dance together. Walk on the rope, and meet the opposite side, and do not lean your shoulders.

There is the "Flying Sword Platform", which is made of seven short swords, jumps up and down, and the flying wheel dances, and the five swords are always in the air.

There are also "cock fighting platform", "killing platform", "six-blog platform", and "poke pot platform"...

King Yan even saw a high platform with a man who "two feet facing the sky, standing upside down and dancing". When Xiu'er said that this kind of juggler called "splitting tricks", the villagers didn't think anything about it, but those literati and Confucian scholars seemed to have bad comments.

Sure enough, under the high platform where the tragedy was throwing the trick, King Yan heard an old man shook his head and sigh: "This is a view outside the rituals, which is reversed and falls, which is enough to follow the sky, walk on the ground, and reverse the harmony of the two rituals and hurt the greatness of the Yilun!"

Yan Xiaoyi ignored it and held Xiu'er's hand and squeezed around the crowd.

Residents of White Tiger, neighborhood villagers, peddlers, vendors, martial soldiers with swords, and scholars with swords. There are also White Tiger disciples wearing new Taoist robes, cloaks and wind, and their clothes are fluttering, which attracts everyone's envy.

Looking at the smiling faces of the villagers, King Yan praised his thoughts of holding a "end of the year dinner".

Xiu'er once asked him what the purpose of "showing a dinner party". He only replied, "The end of the year is approaching, and everyone is happy to have a banquet."

In fact, he had two other thoughts and did not resort to his words. First, he naturally used this to enhance his reputation and increase his [faith value]; second, he was to commemorate his past life.

"Little brother!"

Just as he was feeling something, a crisp childish voice suddenly came. Before he could take a closer look, a soft little body rushed over.

After King Yan subconsciously hugged him, he saw at a glance that the person coming was Du Luoluo, who had not seen for many days.

"Long time no see, Luo Luo." King Yan said to the little loli with a smile.

"Little brother, Luo Luo just saw it on that high platform..."

The little loli from the Du family began to talk about the lively scene she had just seen. King Yan nodded with a smile, then turned to Du Ji behind her.

"Bohou is here too."

"King, Du Ji is here." Du Ji said with a wry smile.

A few months ago, he said goodbye and left despite the help of the little king. Unexpectedly, he went back and forth, and today he was thrown back to Juancheng and appointed as the county magistrate of Juancheng.

Alas, this Juancheng County Magistrate is not an easy-to-be official!

Du Ji sighed subconsciously.

King Yan didn't have time to pay much attention to him now, but turned his attention to the two little guys beside Du Ji.

One, like a little adult, looked at Du Luoluo in King Yan's arms, shook his head and sighed: "Sister's head, a graceful lady, be quiet and upright!"

"Ah, I forgot!" Du Luoluo heard this and gently struggled out of King Yan's arms and bowed like a look, "Luo Luo has met the little brother."

After the ceremony, before Yan Xiaoyi could make any comments, the little loli suddenly had a bright eye and ran away to the bronze cart, flower drum, and calf from a vendor in the distance.

"A graceful lady, move with her movement!"

The child screamed, then shook his head and sighed, catching up with him.

Another child with a treacherous head grinned and caught up.

Du Ji smiled bitterly, bowed to King Yan and went to chase his precious daughter.

King Yan laughed and then started wandering with Xiu'er.

Joy and peace, and be happy everywhere.

King Yan saw Dong Zhuo and Liu Bian’s rituals, Zhang Rang and Pan Feng had a happy conversation, Xun You and Xiahou talked, and even saw the stuffed man Yuan Shu put on a ox horn helmet and played "horn-to-beat play" with his inner disciple Luo Meng.

Groups of aristocratic families, such as the Taiyuan Wang Ding and the Cui family, cheered and cheered in the audience.

Time flies, and the night is in a blink of an eye.

Set up a table and lay a mat, set up a stove and raise the fire.

King Yan asked his disciples to find bundles of bamboo and threw them into the fire pit.

With the sound of "crackling", the dinner finally started.

Under the light of [White Wolf Valley] and [City Lord's Mansion Dome], King Yan climbed onto the platform and waved his hand under the gaze of everyone.

For a moment, the fields were silent.
Chapter completed!