Chapter 158: The Master's Wedding Wine

The first day is the reception feast, held the night before the wedding ceremony, which is, as the name suggests, a reception for all the guests. But the biggest event of the evening was not at the banquet, but in the hunting grounds. In the evening, before the sun sets, a respected elder will bring three red silk-tied deer into the woodland garden, where the groom's father will select 22 unmarried men and women to compete for the deer.

The three antlered deer, one of which is worth 10 million dollars, are just a gimmick played by rich schools like Confucianism School and Lonely Moonlit.

Looking down from inside the hall, the hunting forest is shrouded in the sunset light.

The guests arrived one after another to pay their respects to Nan Gongliu, and Nan Gongliu politely returned the greetings and invited them to the table, no matter how high or low they were.

"And I wonder which guests Nangong's master will let down into the forest garden for the deer."

"If you think about it, the one who wins the spirit-horned deer will be rewarded with ten million dollars, and the others who don't win the deer will also get other spirit beasts caught in the forest, or immortal fruits. There's nothing better in this world."

The doors of the palace suddenly opened as a lively discussion was going on, and Nangong Si and Song Qiutong came up to the platform together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, intertwined in gold and red, and they came together in front of the Master.

Nan Gongliu rose, nodded with a smile and said in a loud voice, "It is a great honour for you all to come to the Confucianism School and attend my son's wedding ceremony.

The guests below then cooed in a wave, "How polite of the Master."

"The young gentleman and the young lady are a match made in heaven."

"Yeah yeah yeah."

The flattering words were almost identical to those he had heard from his fans in his previous life when he was married, and Mo Ran was bored by them.

Ye Wangxi, her eyes downcast and still simply dressed, is minding her own business as she eats from her bowl, never looking up at Nangong Si.

He looked and acted as he always did, even more calmly than usual, perhaps because he had always had a hard time, so that such a man was already well aware that he was powerless to fight against his fate. Looking at him, Mo Ran suddenly recalls a pagoda lantern that he loved to sell in the night market when he was a child.

The lanterns were exquisitely made, with every tile outlined, but the old craftsman demanded a high price, so although the lanterns were good, they never sold. Mo Ran could not afford it either, 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, as the shadows of the pontoon lights flowed and the glow of the lanterns illuminated the dark eyes of the boy.

One day, a young man and woman arrived, dressed in silk and silk, and the young girl took a glance at the pagoda lantern and said she liked it, and the man beside her paid for it and sold it.

The pagoda was taken away and Mo Ran tilted his head as he watched the old artist take it down from the wooden stand where it had been hung for so long and hand it over to the young girl with both hands, the swaying lights finally illuminating Mo Ran's longing face before disappearing with the pair at the end of the night market's sky street.

Mo Ran found it very difficult at the time, but he was good and calm.

He was the same as Ye Wangxi is now. In fact, from the first moment they saw the pagoda lantern, they knew that such a magnificent object was not destined to belong to them. In fact, every night when they were illuminated by the pagoda, they had rehearsed in their minds the loss of this light a million times.

It is not a matter of letting go and being able to release.

Rather, from the very beginning, it was so sober that it knew how it would end that it never dared to pick it up.

"Come, come, let's cast lots, let's cast lots." The Confucianism School's head servant came to the throne with a big bronze divorce with a smile on his face, held it above his head and presented it to Nan Gongliu, "Master, the auspicious time has come, please cast lots! "

"Well come on Nangong, palmist to catch one."

Nan Gongliu said with a smile, "Then I will respectfully draw twenty-two sticks, and all the young heroes and heroines who have been drawn, please do not hesitate to show up and participate in the night hunt. If there is anyone who does not wish to go, then please say so in advance, thank you very much."

After waiting for a while, the daughters of a few small sects, with low cultivation and timid, asked their parents to go up and say that the Nangong master should take their names away from the divorce in advance.

Xu Shuanglin looked at Ye Wangxi for a moment, smiled lazily and asked, " Little Ye Zi want to go and have some fun? If you want to go, I will do a trick for you and open a secret door."

"I won't go." Ye Wangxi said, "Righteous Father, I beg you to speak to the Master and remove my name as well."

"How can that be, in case you win, there's 10 million gold."

Ye Wangxi :""

Xu Shuanglin, who was far more unruly than his adopted son, thought for a moment, a wilful smile curling up at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Then if you don't want to go, I'll go."

"You are already forty years old, Father."

"Why, I look young. When I go and shoot all three of those deer back, thirty million gold will be in my hand. If you don't take the cross-wealth, the earth will be destroyed and the sky will be destroyed."

Xu Shuanglin was so determined that he didn't see his righteous son's frustration at all, slipping on his shoes and going to Nan Gongliu with a smile on his face. When he whispered a few words to Nan Gongliu, people would have thought that he was going to take Ye Wangxi's signature, but who knew that he loved money so much that he wanted to go in and play with it himself.

Nan Gongliu quickly picked out the guests for the deer.

"Shen Feng, Lin Sheng, Qu Yanran"

Elder Shuanglin, on the other hand, stood by, taking a handful of signatures from the Master's hand and reporting them one by one, slowly and methodically; "Oh this is a bit impressive, the pride of heaven, Xue Meng ."

Soon all twenty-one people had been chosen, and the last one was still missing. Nan Gongliu, knowing the nature of his elder, did not stop him, but smiled helplessly and gave each of them a sparkler.

"Deer hunters, cite the letter as proof, after three letters have sounded, it means that all three spirit-horned deer have been caught, and the hunt is over." Nan Gongliu said, "We will then welcome you all back in person at Xiaoyue schoolyard, and the winner will be rewarded with ten million pieces of gold."

The crowd applauded lustily at the sight, all cheering on their acquaintance.

Nan Gongliu smiled again and said, "In addition, at the behest of my son, I would like to add another clause: the one who wins the first prize will be rewarded with ten demon wolves. Make a blood contract and take it home"

Demon Wolf

Such a precious spirit animal is hard to find on the black market, and ten of them

The hall was abuzz with excitement and some people couldn't help but stand up and shout towards the chosen fellow disciple, "Brother, it's up to you if you take first place, I'll paint your boots for you for a year afterwards"

Laughter.

Some female cultivators were not convinced and shouted loudly, "Brother, compare them all, if you win, I will promise to have a double marriage with you"

"Wow this is good, this is awesome, hahaha who's a fairy girl that hot"

The hall of poetry and music was filled with laughter, and those who had been lacking in interest had some anticipation in their eyes as they watched the grand bustle with their glasses of wine.

Mo Ran left the table amidst laughter and spoke to Chu Wanning, "Master, I will accompany Xue Meng to the hunting ground first, you sit and eat and drink well until I return."

Chu Wanning said, "Go on, tell Xue Meng to be careful, he's too reckless."

"Good."

Mo Ran and the rest of the 20 men and women walked down the magnificent, illuminated hall, and Chu Wanning watched the handsome figures of the young men and women disappear into the night and drank from his glass.

He felt that there would be money at the top of death and life to turn around and build an aura stone path at Lower Fairy World, and he had the most confidence in his pupil.

30 million gold at your fingertips.

The young man entered the forest, but in a flash, Mo Ran sent Xue Meng back before he had time to return, the sky exploded with the first bright red smoke and fire. "

Li Wuxin of Jade Lake Villa, sitting next to Nan Gongliu, smiled at his words and said, "If you are interested, why don't we have a bet on the 22 young talents to see who will win the game?

The crowd seconded the motion, so twenty-two wooden sticks with names on them were placed on a long table, with red silk underneath accordingly, and those who wished to place bets came forward to write down their chips and their names.

Xue Zhengyong turned to Chu Wanning and muttered: "Jade Lake Villa is only offering 50,000, so little, is the old man Li really poor?"

Chu Wanning said, "A little gambling is good for the soul, but a lot of gambling is bad for the body."

Xue Zhengyong then asked Chu Wanning with a grin, "Let's have a little fun too".

Chu Wanning looked at him sharply and did not say a word. Xue Zhengyong's neck twitched as he looked at him and said, "Fine, fine, I know you don't like it, then."

"What is Yee Yee doing." Elder Yu Heng untied his money bag and slapped it on the table, saying with an expressionless face, "If you want to come, come and hurt yourself."

""

Xue Zhengyong stared at him for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost, before asking, "How much is the bet?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"What happens when so much is lost?"

"It won't pay." Chu Wanning said, "Don't you want to build spiritual stone roads? Get some more money together and you can build more in those villages where the miasma is particularly bad."

Xue Zhengyong: "Really, Xue Meng is going to lose"

"It won't be lost, your son, you should know better than I do."

""

Seeing that Xue Zhengyong was still apprehensive, Chu Wanning said dryly, "I'll take the loss, you take the win, go ahead.

The thick silk was filled with names one after another, and the smaller sects that didn't really want to gamble could not resist spending a little money to try their luck.

Nangong Si saw the fun and got up to gamble, but Song Qiutong stopped him: "Husband, why are you going too?"

"Win some money two buy you jewellery."

Song Qiutong stopped talking and dropped his face in silence, his hair falling in front of his forehead, making him look blushing and pitying. Chu Wanning glanced over at the newlyweds' sweetness and felt uncomfortable, so he quickly turned his head back and did not see the unsettled look on Song Qiutong's face.

Nangong Si smiled, took his pen and walked around the long table, about to pick a candidate and write a chip, when he heard a sharp sound behind him, and in a flash of lightning, Nangong Si reacted like a wolf. It struck the main pillar of the hall with a thud.

Powder splatter, into the wood

"What people?"

"There are assassins."

"Stand by to blow the martial law whistle."

The sharp whistle rang out across the seventy-two houses, and the hall of poetry and music, where the singing platform had been warm and happy, was suddenly in chaos, with swords drawn in all directions.

Nangong Si's eyes were obscure, with a vicious glint dripping from them, and he wiped the blood from his cheeks as he strode up to the pillar and looked up.

It was just an ordinary feathered arrow that had pierced the depths of the hard heather, and the arrow carried a small bamboo tube, which Nangong Si removed with a sullen face and, with vicious canine teeth, bit through the sealing wax and a letter fell out.

Nangong Si unfolded the letterhead and read the first paragraph with a stern face, then suddenly his face changed dramatically, his fingers squeezed tightly and he read it again in disbelief.

" Nangong Si, what's wrong"

Nangong Si raising his head, nose wrinkled, face scowling, almost leopard-transformed.

"It's a disinformation campaign."

He said he was going to destroy the letter.

Nan Gongliu, however, was one step ahead of him and raised his hand, trapping his son with his spiritual power, and said in a low voice, "What's going on? Give me the letter."

"Father need not read it, it is but a paper of absurd words"

Nan Gongliu did not listen and waved his hand for his men to take the letter from Nangong Si's hands, who was immobilised. He took the letter, scanned it and gave Song Qiutong a quick glance, and his face instantly turned ugly. "

"What is it, really?"

On the eaves, a low voice suddenly came from the corner.

Ye Wangxi drew his sword and crossed it in front of Nangong Si, while Chu Wanning also stood up and stared at the sound.

The Confucianism School organises such events, and the disciples in charge of security are all of high ranking in the school.

" Master Nangong, I kindly reminded you not to let your son marry a watery woman for no reason, but instead of listening, you said I was full of absurdities, which really opened my eyes."

Before the words ended, a black shadow flashed by and when the others saw him clearly, he was already standing in the middle of the hall with his arms folded, in the midst of a huge crowd.

"Ah."

"Run, run away."

Those who were close were instantly shocked, and the tide suddenly fell away, spreading out in an unoccupied circle around him in an instant, the elder brothers protecting the younger brothers and sisters, the master protecting his disciples, the strong protecting the younger.

The man in black, wearing a hideous bronze mask and an inky black cloak, said indifferently, "What are you running from? If I wanted to hurt anyone, there would have been blood in this hall long ago. All stand still."