Taoist world

"Move out of the way!"

"Be careful, the Ninth Patriarch asked for this dish by name. If it is broken, be careful that the Ninth Patriarch will throw it away for you and think about it."

"The guests should be arriving soon. Are the clan members responsible for receiving them ready?"

Different voices sounded in Jiang Yun's ears, and it was extremely noisy.

And his eyes finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

At this moment, I am in a large hall.

However, because there were too many people moving around in the hall, it made the hall look a little crowded.

In addition to human figures, there are thousands of tables arranged in random order in the hall, with some wine and food on each table.

As for the figures passing by, and the words coming out of their mouths, they were busy serving food, fearing that others would bump into them.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yun naturally understood that the scene presented here should be that a grand banquet was about to be held.

As for those figures, they are basically young people, both male and female.

Although each of them did not emit any fluctuations in cultivation, Jiang Yun could feel that their energy and blood were strong and their aura was powerful, and none of them were weak.

The weakest ones should all be in the reincarnation realm! And between each of their eyebrows, there is a mark that is extremely familiar to Jiang Yun, representing their identity.

Mirage clan! Jiang Yun understood that he had been transported into an illusion through a mirage painting painted on the wall of a cave.

And the location of this illusion is the mirage tribe that is about to hold a grand banquet! At this time, Xue Wuchang's voice with a hint of hesitation sounded in Jiang Yun's ears: "Is this really an illusion, or is it a scene that really happened? It was recorded by the portrait, forming an independent The space has brought us into this space now?”

Xue Wuchang was also brought into this illusion. Seeing the scene in front of him, he also felt puzzled.

Because Xue Wuchang's consciousness, character and strength are extremely powerful.

If there was really a strong man from the mirage clan who cast an illusion spell on him, it would be possible for him to be trapped in an illusion.

But it was just a painting, and it had existed for who knows how many years. The power existing on it actually allowed him to be brought into the illusion, which really made him unable to believe it.

Therefore, he suspected that this scene existed in the painting.

Now, he and Jiang Yun were brought into the painting together instead of entering a fantasy world.

Although Jiang Yun could understand the doubts about blood impermanence, he could not give an explanation.

Of course, he has no other thoughts now. He just wants to see how this scene will develop and whether it will have any special significance.

What's more, among the nine clans, the one closest to Jiang Yun is the Mirage clan.

In his heart, the Mirage Clan is his home just like the Jiang family.

He was very concerned about everything that happened to the Mirage Clan.

At this moment, someone suddenly bumped into Jiang Yun, knocking Jiang Yun's body to the side.

Before Jiang Yun could understand what was going on, a voice said: "Jiang Yun, what are you doing here?"

"Today is the birthday of Mr. Linggong, so please hurry up and help!"

Jiang Yun suddenly turned his head and looked next to him. There stood a young man who was shorter than himself, holding a plate of dishes in one hand and rubbing his shoulder with the other, looking at him.

Obviously, he was the one who bumped into him just now, and the collision of the other party was able to knock him off his feet, which showed that the other party's strength was that, even if it was not stronger than him, he was at least on par with him! Jiang Yun looked at the other person and said, "What are you talking about?"

The man smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Jiang Yun, Ling Gong likes you the most these days. Your abilities, especially the alchemy skills, were all taught by Ling Gong himself."

"Today is the birthday of Duke Ling. Why don't you hurry up and help me? Please do more."

"The guests will be arriving soon. It doesn't matter if they are guests from the Nine Clans. They won't have any objection if you neglect me a little bit, but there are other guests!"

"If I lose my etiquette, or if there is a lack of hospitality, then it will be a joke for outsiders to see my mirage clan."

At this point, the man suddenly lowered his voice and changed his voice to say: "It is said that Duke Lingyang will take advantage of his birthday this time to find a suitable owner for our sacred objects in front of everyone."

"Although you should be the one to get it, there are still a few others who might get it, so why don't you show off quickly!"

"Becoming the owner of a sacred object is almost equivalent to becoming a descendant of our mirage clan!"

"You can't miss such a great opportunity!"

The man's words moved Jiang Yun's heart. He nodded and said, "I know, what should I do now?"

"Are you helping to pass the dishes, or are you going to greet the guests?"

The young man turned his head and looked around and said: "Forget it, there is enough chaos here, you can only add chaos here."

"You don't have to go to welcome the guests. The clan elder will take the people there himself."

"Well, you'd better go to Linggong's house and ask him if there's anything else you need to prepare!"

Jiang Yun touched his nose and said, "Where is Mr. Linggong now?"

The young man couldn't help but take a step back, looked Jiang Yun up and down, shook his head and said, "Are you okay? Of course Linggong is in the back yam garden!"

"Yeah!"

Jiang Yun agreed, not daring to ask any more questions, and immediately turned around and walked towards the hall door.

The young man looked at Jiang Yun's hurried away figure, shook his head with a wry smile, and then continued to be busy.

At the same time, Jiang Yun also said secretly to Xue Wuchang: "This must be an illusion. Otherwise, I would not be a member of the illusion."

"However, you are right. This should be an experience that really happened that year. It was made into an illusion by the strong men of the mirage tribe and hidden in the portrait of the mirage."

"Also, did you just hear that the mirage clan member told me that it doesn't matter if you are a guest from the nine clans?"

"The nine tribes he mentioned should not include the Mirage tribe."

"That is to say, there is indeed a clan, and this and the ten mountains are facing each other."

Xue Wuchang said in a deep voice: "I have never heard of this tenth clan. Maybe I am ignorant, or maybe only they themselves know about it."

"I don't care about the Tenth Clan. What I'm more curious about is, did the Mirage Clan really have a tribe named Jiang Yun?"

"Or, although you were brought into the illusion and became a member of the illusion, you still maintained your own identity?"

The young man directly called out Jiang Yun's real name.

Jiang Yunyao muttered: "It should be the latter possibility!"

"At the beginning, the ancestor of Zhenhuan Pavilion should also have entered this illusion."

"It's very possible that her experience is the same as mine. That can't be the case. There must have been a clan member with the same name as her in the Mirage clan back then!"

While talking, Jiang Yun had already reached the hall door.

The hall door is more than ten feet wide and is completely open. There are a large number of Mirage clan members, carrying dishes or empty-handed, coming in and out.

When everyone saw each other, some didn't have time to say hello at all, and some just nodded to others.

Jiang Yun also nodded to these people indiscriminately, stepped out of the hall in a hurry, and stood in a spacious courtyard. After avoiding the crowded people, he breathed a sigh of relief.

And when he raised his head, he suddenly discovered that in the sky in the east direction, at the end of his line of sight, there was a palace floating there.

Just when Jiang Yun wanted to take a closer look at the palace, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Yunwazi, what are you looking at!"

"If you have nothing to do, come to my place!"