Zimmer in Fast Time Travel

Chapter 69

"By the way, you and I will attend the imperial banquet on Lidong's day." Xia Yunhong said suddenly.

"Isn't that only princes and ministers can participate?" Ji Mo replied, "No."

"A palace feast! I'll go, I'll go!"

Zhou Hongxi who was on the side heard it and immediately raised his hand to show his heart.

He now knows Xia Yunhong's identity, but he doesn't seem to have any sense of fear towards the latter, which is not as timid as Li Xiucheng.He is not ignorant of the relationship between Zimmer and Xia Yunhong, but he still harasses Zimmer a lot, and his attitude is the same as before.Zimmer also joked with him as usual.

"You want to go so much?"

"Of course! You don't know that I like to join in the fun! That's the palace, the palace banquet alone is worth a taste! There are so many beauties in the palace, don't look at it for nothing!"

Ji Mo thought that it would be boring to stay anyway, so he said to Xia Yunhong: "Alright then, I'll go, but the others have to go too."

This request is not worth mentioning to Xia Yunhong, he nodded in agreement, but secretly jealous of Ji Mo and Zhou Hongxi's relationship.Except for Wuchen, the number one dislike, he finally has the second dislike, but he can't show jealousy clearly because of his face, and he can't directly kill people because of Jimo's mood, so he can't bear it. Really uncomfortable.

He couldn't help asking the same question as Bai Cangwu did back then: What's so good about this Zhou Hongxi that Xiu Qi should treat him differently?

On the day of Lidong, Wuchen, as the national teacher, first led the nobles of the palace to perform a blessing ceremony before the banquet, worshiping the heaven and the earth, and praying for an early spring and good weather in the coming year.

This is the first time Jimo sees Wuchen since he left the inn, and he still looks the same.In fact, Ji Mo was standing beside Xia Yunhong, some distance away from Wuchen on the altar, who was concentrating on presiding over the ceremony, but he was sure that Wuchen had just glanced at him.

The whole blessing ceremony was solemn and solemn, and it lasted for a long time. The general process in Ji Mo's memory was to kneel down to the sky, kneeling on the ground, and Xia Yunhong led everyone to kneel on the left and right. A large group of people chant and chant, and then it is over and the feast begins.

Ji Mo dressed up as an ordinary rich man and occupied the nearest position next to Xia Yunhong, but no one present knew him. Due to the majesty of the regent, no one dared to look at him openly, but they all secretly guessed his identity in their hearts.

Wu Chen left after the ceremony and did not attend the subsequent imperial banquet.Li Xiucheng and Zhou Hongxi are at the end of the group of officials, while Yusui and Ma Yu'er can only appear in the ranks of palace officials.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, candles lit up everywhere in the palace, just like daytime.A stage was set up in the center of the main hall, and the performances were performed one after another with gongs and drums.Just like the large-scale cultural evening that Zimmer saw in modern times.

Today's Xia Yunhong is a little different from what Ji Mo usually sees, his expression is more distanced, and he has the majesty of the king of a country.In fact, the little emperor was sitting on the dragon chair in the middle, and everyone knew that it was just a decoration.

In the atmosphere of singing and dancing, no one could have expected what happened next.

A rumbling coercion suddenly descended from the sky, and even the clouds stopped flowing.

The awe and fear that came from the depths of their hearts made this group of nobles whose eyes were above their heads kneel down, lower their heads, and crawl down their bodies.

The only person who could barely half-kneel was Xia Yunhong, he didn't want to be like this, but the absolute strength made him unable to stand.Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and his back, making him tremble uncontrollably, and he deeply felt that he was as small as an ant.

For the first time in his life, he felt so powerless.This is not a gap in power, not a gap in force, but a deeper suppression of the soul.

Four monks descended from the sky, two men and two women.The leader was a middle-aged male cultivator with a serious face. His lightning-like gaze swept across the crowd and fixed on Xia Yunhong's body straightly.

Xia Yunhong, who faced him directly, felt the pressure greatly relieved.He secretly took a deep breath, and respectfully saluted: "I am Xia Yunhong, Prince Regent of Daliang. I don't know who the elder is? Your presence here, what's the matter?"

"This true gentleman is Mu Yangzi of the Xiaoyao Sect. Since you belong to the Daliang royal family, you should know the name of my Xiaoyao Sect."

"It turns out that senior is an immortal from the Xiaoyao Sect."

The ancestors of Daliang were able to make great achievements. Legend has it that they were helped by a fairy of the Xiaoyao Sect on a whim. Today, the secret hall of the ancestral temple still enshrines the god tablet of that fairy.When Xia Yunhong heard about the identity of the male cultivator, he felt that it was unexpected but reasonable.

"Sanjiazi ago, my master Xue Shenjun made a hexagram, and calculated that the descendants of the Xia family had a master-student relationship with him. Now the time has come, and I am specially ordered to bring this son back."

Xia Yunhong's heart skipped a beat.

"From now on, you are not the Prince Regent of Daliang, but the true disciple of Shenjun Xue of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the younger brother of the real Lord." Mu Yangzi said.

Although Xia Yunhong had expected it, he still couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at Ji Mo.

"Why? Could it be that you are nostalgic for the position of emperor in the mortal world, and you don't want to ask immortals?"

"...No." Xia Yunhong no longer hesitated, and said, "I've seen senior brother."

Mu Yangzi nodded in satisfaction: "Well, stand behind me."

Xia Yunhong did as he said.

"Fortunately, I came here with senior brother Mu Yangzi today. I took a quick look and found that there are quite a few qualified practitioners here." One of the glamorous female cultivators said.

The other nun nodded and said, "That's right." She came to the end of the crowd and raised someone's chin, "You, come out."

That person came out tremblingly, who was it not Zhou Hongxi?

The female cultivator led him to Mu Yangzi, and said, "Brother, although this son's spiritual root is ordinary, he is a single spiritual root after all, and he can enter the inner sect of my Xiaoyao Sect. Since you have encountered it, you might as well take it with you." Come back."

Mu Yangzi nodded lightly.

"Then the rest of the nobles don't like it, let me give it to Xianquelou!" The glamorous female monk raised her hand lightly, and two figures flew out one after the other and landed in front of her.

It turned out to be Ji Mo's acquaintances, Yu Sui and Ma Yu'er.

The female cultivator giggled coquettishly: "You don't have to be afraid, I'm Fairy Teng of Xianquelou, seeing that you have good foundations, I want to accept you into my sect, are you willing?"

Yu Sui and Yu Sui were inexplicably sucked out, and after hearing what the nun said, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Although the female cultivator asked this question, she obviously didn't intend to seriously ask them about their wishes. In her mind, as long as she was not a fool, she would not refuse such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Cultivators and mortals, that is an absolutely difficult gap to cross!

Unexpectedly, Yusui hesitated for a moment, and said: "Dare to ask the fairy, can my young master enter the noble sect with me?"

"Your son?" Fairy Teng wondered, "Which one?"

Yu Sui pointed in the direction of Ji Mo, and said, "That one is my son."

Ji Mo, who was glanced at by Fairy Teng, clearly felt that he was despised and ignored.

"This person has no aptitude for cultivating immortals, and his body is extremely weak. Even if he is a handyman disciple in my Xianque Tower, he is not qualified."

Yu Sui showed disappointment, gritted her teeth lightly, and said, "Thank you Fairy for your love, but I..."

"Cough, Yu Sui." Ji Mo suddenly interrupted her, "You don't have to take care of me, the opportunity is rare, don't miss it."

Fairy Teng didn't pay attention to Jimo at all, but after hearing him say this, she looked at him squarely.

"The two of you are very affectionate. Could it be that this person is your lover?" Fairy Teng said and shook her head, "It's not like, you are clearly still a virgin."

Yu Sui's cheeks flushed immediately.

"What do you decide?"

Ji Mo stared at Yu Sui and nodded to her.

Yusui's eyes were reddish, she thanked Fairy Teng with Ma Yu'er, and stood behind her silently.

The male cultivator who had been silent all this time also ordered two people to come out.

Ji Mo took a look: Damn!One of them is very familiar to him, isn't it his second brother!

What's wrong with this one, it's like cutting leeks one after another, and the ones he cuts are all people he knows well.

"Both of you are water, wood, and soil three spiritual roots, not good qualifications, but they are suitable for my Shennong sect." The male cultivator said.

The other person besides Li Xiucheng was a young guard with an extremely ordinary appearance.The two looked at each other, and both read the same bewilderment in each other's eyes, and felt a sense of bewilderment about the future in their hearts.

These few monks came and left as soon as they said, and took away the people they picked, leaving only a bunch of messy princes and ministers.

The regent ran away and changed his job to become an immortal, so who will preside over the court?Do you want to change to the little emperor again?

And most people have a sense of shock that the three views have been shattered and rebuilt.Cultivation is a secret in Daliang. In the past, only a very small number of high-ranking people knew about it, and even if they knew about it, no one had really faced those legendary gods.And from now on, the existence of cultivators is no longer a secret!

The calmest person is Ji Mo.

He returned to the other courtyard alone, feeling the long-lost fresh air, and planned to pack up and go back to his hometown early in the morning.

There was a person standing outside the porch, it was Xiao Quanzi.

"Your master has gone to Xiuxian, you can take a vacation, and you don't have to follow me anymore." Ji Mo said to him, "Tell your brothers who are in the open and in the dark to withdraw."

After a while, Xiao Quanzi said: "The Lord has not given an official order to let you go."

Ji Mo smiled: "Have you seen the scene in the palace? Your master has reached the sky in one step, and he will never care about the mundane affairs here. Even if you follow me again, no one will pay you."

"Anyway... you still can't leave! Unless the Lord gives an order!"

"Hey, it's still a dead brain."

Ji Mo is in a good mood now, lying on the bed, with his arms on the back of his head and chatting with him: "You have nothing to do now, do you? What are your plans in the future? Go back to your hometown?"

"The slave has never even seen his parents."

"He's an orphan! Well then," Jimo said, "If you have no place to go, you can come back to Zhu County with me and find a job at my house."

Xiao Quanzi looked at him in surprise.

"Anyway, Yu Sui and the others are gone. For those who are short of work in my place, it is better to find someone I know than a stranger."

Xiao Quanzi found out that he was telling the truth, and was stunned for a moment.

After Ji Mo said a few words, he gradually became sleepy, and tonight was extraordinarily quiet and undisturbed, which was very helpful for sleep. When Xiao Quanzi turned around, he found that he had started to snore lightly.

Xiao Quanzi stayed outside silently, and after a while, he dozed off every now and then.

In the middle of the night, the moon is as cool as water.

A chill woke Xiao Quanzi up from his doze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a straight figure standing in the middle of the courtyard under the snow-white moonlight.

Xiao Quanzi was completely awake, with even more reverence than before, he knelt down on his knees involuntarily, bowed his head and called out: "My lord."

Xia Yunhong turned a deaf ear and stared straight at the room, as if he wanted to see the people inside through the wall, with a strange look on his face.

Xiao Quanzi felt that the master tonight seemed a little strange, and also noticed that he was holding a long and thin sword tightly in his hand.For some reason, he didn't even dare to breathe out, his heart was pounding.

After standing for a long time, Xia Yunhong finally moved and took a step forward.

"Lord!"

Xiao Quanzi didn't understand why he had to speak out to stop him, and where did he get the courage to stop him, but he suppressed his fear and said in a trembling voice: "Young master has already fallen asleep, the master, why don't you come back later... ..."

Xia Yunhong's steps paused almost imperceptibly, and without any hesitation, he opened the door and entered within a few steps.

The room is extremely quiet, except for Jimo's breath, there is nothing else.

He took two steps forward, and Ji Mo unconsciously uttered a raving, and turned over.

Xia Yunhong's footsteps were nailed to the spot, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

As if feeling something in his heart, even in his dream, Zimmer could faintly feel the stagnation of the air. He struggled to open his eyelids, and suddenly saw a black figure standing silently in front of him.

Startled for a moment, he exhaled foul breath and asked, "Are you back?"

Xia Yunhong didn't make a sound and stood still.

Ji Mo felt strange and stared at him twice more.

Under his gaze, Xia Yunhong finally made a movement, approached slowly step by step, then stopped, and raised his hand.

Ji Mo suddenly felt a chill in his chest, he was stunned, and looked down.

The slender sword tip pierced through his chest, and the hilt of the sword was held in Xia Yunhong's hand.

It wasn't until the sword was pulled away that the pain spread with belated awareness, and the white shirt was stained with a large amount of blood.

Ji Mo covered the wound, and the blood quickly flowed out from his fingers, staining the whole palm.

Before falling down, he seemed to see Xia Yunhong's dark eyes.

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Well, this world is finally over, sorry to those who bought Xia Yunhong shares, this is cannon fodder, the next world will abuse him