Dressed as a cannon fodder

After seven days, Lord Chengyang's birthday banquet arrived as scheduled.

The Deming Hall is open-air, so big that it can accommodate thousands of people. There is a booth in the center of the hall, and the high position of the birthday star is placed at the top of the east. You can see everything in the hall at a glance.

There are bursts of fairy music, drums and sheng.

The guests walked in from the main entrance like flowing water, and were guided by the fairy maids into the seats. There was a lot of chatter and chatter, making it a lively scene.

Meng Yunchi was sitting on a mat with soft pillows, drinks and snacks were placed on the sandalwood low table in front of him, he picked up a piece of peach blossom cake and put it in his mouth, it melted in his mouth, with a strong aroma of peach blossom, very sweet.

He patted the crumbs of the peach blossom cake off his hands, and looked up to see the seat on the east seat.

The people there haven't come yet.

There were people coming and going in the aisle, all of them were elders from various sects whose faces Meng Yunchi couldn't recognize at all.There are old people sitting with sticks, and young children holding pots and drinking heavily, exuding a powerful oppressive coercion.Or sit alone, silently meditating, or in groups of twos and threes, greet each other, and talk with a smile.

Meng Yunchi attracted a lot of attention.

No one has seen him before, but they only saw that the young beauty born on this side is only a Jindan cultivator, and she dared to sit on the seat of the elders of Cheng Huazong.It just so happened that Jiang Jiang was away and he had other things to attend to. Some people saw that he couldn't bear his beauty and came up to talk to him.

Meng Yunchi frowned slightly, not wanting to deal with these people.

"Little uncle."

Feng Yulou stepped forward with a smile, dismissed those people with a few words in a low voice, and replaced the jug on his table with tea, "Second Martial Uncle said that Junior Martial Uncle should not drink alcohol."

Feng Yulou, as the head of the Chenghua Sect, is well-known in the cultivation world, and the only one who can get him the title of "Little Martial Uncle" is the closed disciple who has never shown himself under Xianzun's seat.

The people who were eager to try retreated with a bit of panic, not daring to make any more plans.

Who dares to disrespect the name of the Immortal Venerable

Meng Yunchi Zhiyi tapped the table with his fingertips out of boredom, "I haven't touched that wine before."

Feng Yulou removed the jug, "That's good," he handed the jug to the fairy servant standing beside him, "If you feel bored or have anything to do, you can call me, I'll be right next to you."

"Ah."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Feng Yulou pulled up his sleeves and stood up. During the movement, a section of red string around his neck loomed, and a fire jade was tied there.

When it was a good time, many elders of Laixian Sect had already taken their seats, and even the head of the sect was sitting in the second seat, waiting for the birthday to come.

A silver light flashed across the sky, and it came in an instant.

Everyone stood up to greet him, and saw the silver light falling on the high seat. He was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned face. His whole body exuded the aura of being in a high position for a long time.

The cultivation base in the later stage of crossing the catastrophe has reached the realm of transformation, and has almost touched the natural moat.

However, Fengxi is the only person who has crossed the moat in this world. He has a glass body, has no blood and flesh, and cuts off his humanity. He can shatter the void at any time, leave everything behind, and go away.

Cheng Yang glanced over, and his breath suddenly paused when he passed by somewhere.

No one noticed this change, except Min Hangyuan, who didn't show it on the face, thought in his heart, and looked at the ignorant Meng Yunchi.

Cheng Yang is...shocked

shocked what

Why are you shocked when you see Master

The birthday banquet was carried out according to the procedure, Chengyang had a strong breath, stood on the high platform and spoke at a normal volume, but the voice could reach everyone's ears, the words were clear and deep, like a bell ringing on a drum tower, majestic and breathtaking.

However, everyone knows that if Lord Chengyang can break through the late stage of the tribulation, he can live the same life as the sky, but if he can't break through, this will only be his last birthday feast.

Cheng Yang was sitting in a high position talking with others, his eyes swept over the position of Meng Yunchi below, and saw that he was sipping tea, not saying a word, with a relaxed and quiet posture.

He closed his eyes and didn't look at that person any more, but he felt a sense of emptiness and ironic absurdity in his heart.

After living for more than [-] years, the feng shui cycle, he knew that he would not be able to break through, but at this last birthday banquet, he was able to see acquaintances from the past. They looked at it, and looked back at what mood it was.

Demon Venerable Meng Yunchi died at the sword of Fengxi in the chaotic battle of the cultivation world ten thousand years ago, but now he is standing alive in front of him, participating in his last birthday banquet.

how ironic

In that chaotic battle, he slashed many black dragons with his hands, and became famous by stepping on the mountain of dragon bones and corpses. However, only he and Fengxi were left to survive until now. Once he died, everything would be buried in the long river of time, forever. see the day.

Fengxi hid Meng Yunchi for so long, how could he let Meng Yunchi come to meet him this time?

Want to dig out all the old accounts?

No, it's impossible.

The Demon Lord has already had his keel picked out, his tendons constricted, his inner alchemy separated from his body, and he can't even transform into his original form, not to mention his once monstrous cultivation.If this person regains his previous memory, it is absolutely impossible to stay by Fengxi's side any longer.

Why bother, Fengxi.

It's ridiculous.

The corners of Cheng Yang's mouth twitched for a moment, half a smile but not a smile, and finally he suppressed his expression, returning to his gentle appearance.

Forget it, come and come, after all, he killed too much and had too much karma, which made him unable to ascend, and the cycle of karma, without Fengxi's extraordinary talent, could only fall under the barrier of heaven.

The tea tasted a bit stronger, Meng Yunchi didn't like to drink it, so he put down the cup and turned to eat peach blossom cake.

During the banquet, the guests pushed cups and changed cups, drinking and touching each other.

Peach petals suddenly fell in the center of the booth, as dense as rain, and a layer of soft petals spread on the ground after a while.

A woman who recites poems comes with a sword, with her toes pointing, she spins and lands on the petals. She is dressed in a fiery red feather coat, which is extremely bright and gorgeous, and is extremely eye-catching.

Some guests were amazed, the young woman sang in a low voice, the sound of Sheng Yue gradually rose, echoed layer by layer, matched with her graceful dancing posture, the petals fluttered brightly and lightly, and she was in the state of overwhelming the country and the city.

That red feather dress is really fiery red and beautiful, it sets off her extremely white complexion, bright eyes and white teeth, the three thousand blue silks on the woman's head are tied with a light and delicate phoenix skull, the whole person is like a phoenix that has fallen into the mortal world, spreading its wings and wanting to fly , as fierce as the red sun, looked up to by thousands of people.

After the dance, everyone was still staring at the fiery red figure, unable to recover.

Ruan Mianmian laughed, her eyebrows curved, and her voice was clear and clear: "Mianmian hereby wishes grandpa a long life and boundless life, a breakthrough as soon as possible, and enlightenment and immortality!"

Cheng Yang laughed and said, "You girl has many tricks."

Ruan Mianmian was lively and said loudly: "Of course grandpa's birthday should be held grandly." She turned around on the spot, her feather coat was very light, shaking slightly with the wind, reflecting brilliant colorful colors under the light , "Does this dress look good? I deliberately found the feather coat that my second brother gave me in the closet."

"Looks good, girls look good in clothes."

Ruan Mianmian's laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell.

Meng Yunchi frowned, that feather coat...

He turned his head to look at Feng Yulou, but saw that the other party looked normal, but the palm under the table was clenched so that the fingertips sank into the palm, bleeding oozing.

The fiery red feather coat was taken from the feathers of Huofeng, and the bird bone hairpin on the head was made of Huofeng's skull.

That is the same clan of Fengyulou.

The fire phoenix was wiped out by the whole family two or three hundred years ago, just because of the fiery red and beautiful feathers.

The phoenix is ​​not a phoenix tree, it does not eat unless it is practiced, and it does not drink unless it is a sweet spring.

The fire phoenix is ​​not a phoenix in the true sense, it is just a kind of spiritual beast, but because of its natural intelligence, most of them can transform into form from birth, absorb spiritual power, and become demon cultivators.

The fire phoenix is ​​rare, but its feathers are too eye-catching and gorgeous, so it is sought after in the human world and the cultivation world, so it was hunted and killed on a large scale. It was even encircled and suppressed by the disciples of Lai Xianmen 300 years ago. They slaughtered them all and took their feathers. The best person made a feather coat and gave it to the suzerain of Laixianmen, Yaonu, as a birthday gift.

The leader of the encirclement and suppression was the suzerain's second son, named Ruan Wenye.

Ruan Mianmian was indeed bright and charming, but she didn't quite match her name. She stepped down from the stage and changed out of her feather robe, and came back in a lotus root pink skirt, sitting next to the suzerain.

Even Ruan Changshan, the young suzerain, can only sit under the suzerain, which shows how favored Ruan Mianmian is.

"Where's the second brother? Why don't you see him here?"

The suzerain waved his hand and asked the attendant to pour her a fruit drink, "Your second brother has something to go out for a while, and he will be back later."

Ruan Mianmian pouted, "He doesn't want to play with me if he has something to do every day."

"Little sister can't play every day, and occasionally has to do homework." Ruan Changshan said beside him.

Ruan Mianmian ignored him and continued to flirt with the suzerain.

Ruan Changshan's eyes darkened.

He and Ruan Mianmian were born of the same mother, but since his mother passed away, the other party has gradually drifted away from him. On the contrary, he has become closer to Ruan Wen, the second son of the same mother.

Ruan Wen also looks good, but in fact he has flaws in his temperament, and there is a dangerous madness hidden in his bones, as if it will erupt at any time and destroy himself and everyone around him.

Ruan Changshan advised her many times not to have too much contact with Ruan Wen, but the child didn't want to listen and felt that he was alienating them.

They are all from the same father, and they are all from the same family. Brother, why did you target him like this? Did he do something wrong?

One sentence made Ruan Changshan speechless.

He smiled wryly for a moment, looked away, and sat on the mat in an orderly manner, without further words.

Seeing that the Sovereign's attention was not on her, Ruan Mianmian was a little bored, so she cast her eyes on the next guest table.Her eyes wandered for a while, and she fixed her eyes on a person. That person was really handsome, and there was a hint of evil in his gestures and gestures, which gave people a bit of contempt, but he couldn't take his eyes off.

He sat next to a handsome man.

Min Hangyuan's five senses were keen, and he noticed that Youdao's gaze had been lingering on his body for a long time, and he frowned slightly, a little impatiently, and raised his eyes to look back.

But seeing the girl as delicate as a flower hastily looked back, with a little panic, two blobs of blush involuntarily floated on her cheeks, making her even more cowardly.

Minhangyuan has seen this kind of gaze too much. He has the capital to attract men and women, but he cannot attract the person he wants.