The Legend of Futian

The guests arrived, and the banquet opened.

The elders are in one circle, and the juveniles are in another circle. In addition to presenting congratulations and some polite words, they are discussing some interesting things in Donghai City today, or what happened in Donghai Province.

Unconsciously, some people mentioned Qingzhou City.

"It is said that the man's remains appeared in Qingzhou City, and Xia Xian's nephew also went in person. I wonder if this is the case?" Someone asked, looking at Xia Fan.

Jain naturally refers to Ye Qingdi, but Ye Qingdi is a taboo character in Eastern Divine China. Therefore, in this public occasion, people even avoid taboos and directly say his name.

"This is true, but there is a demon king and even higher-level snow ape great demon guarding there, no one can enter, my brother was killed in the hands of that demon beast." Xia Feng said.

"The words of the host of Xiafu are true. The little girl was so lively that she ran to Qingzhou City. No one was able to get there. It was said that the road was blocked by monsters." Lin Xiyue's father also said, many people nodded. In fact, many big men have sent people to Qingzhou City, and they have not gained anything.

"If the level of the demon king is even higher, Mo said that we are afraid there is nothing to do with Nandou country." Some people sighed.

Ye Futian was so depressed when he heard this, that the Snow Ape senior would not go out of the mountain, otherwise he would be careful everywhere in Donghai City, and Nan Dou Guo could walk sideways. He was wondering if he had a chance to go back and persuade the Snow Ape senior. ?

"Brother Lin, Xiyue's niece is now sixteen years old, and it has become more beautiful." Lord Luo looked at Lin Xiyue in the crowd behind, his eyes were slightly shy.

"The king is ridiculous." Father Lin smiled.

"Have you ever been married?" Lord Luo asked with a smile.

"Never, but this girl is still young, and now she still puts her energy into spiritual practice, not anxious." Father Lin responded.

"Yes, but at this banquet, there seem to be many young handsome men, but they can get in touch." Lord Luo said with a smile.

"Speaking of the young Junjie, painting holy disciple Zhou Mu is said to be a five-star glory." Father Lin looked at Zhou Mu behind the painting holy.

"The teacher teaches well." Zhou Mu smiled and greeted.

"Nan Doukai next to Brother Wenshan is no worse than this kid." The holy painter looked at Nandou Wenshan, and was rather modest.

"This boy is slightly older, although his talent is also good, but it seems to be worse than Zhou Mu, and he needs to work harder." Nandou Wenshan Road.

"Is she okay?" Hua Sheng suddenly asked, and Nan Dou Wen Shan's eyes were stagnant, and he shook his head with a bitter smile: "Sister Mei is still the same."

"I heard that her daughter is back and she is extremely outstanding. My disciple is always annoyed that I want to see it." Hua Sheng continued, and everyone showed a strange color, and Hua Sheng really wanted to match his disciples and Nan Dou. He doesn't mind that the daughter of the family is the daughter of Qin Mo, probably the house of love and the black bar, after all, Hua Sheng's affection for that person is extremely sincere.

"Xie Yu is really excellent, and now he is practicing in the Zihai Palace of the Tokai Academy." Nan Dou Wen Shan smiled.

He Ye Futian heard this, and there was a slight wave in his heart. Hua Sheng wanted to match his disciples' reconciliation?

Moreover, Nandou Wenshan seems to be the elder brother and sister of Xie Yu.

"The talent of Xieyu is in my Ziwei Palace, and it is also the best. It is difficult to find a competitor in the entire East China Sea Palace." The old man from the Ziwei Palace said with a smile. He spent his practice in the Ziwei Palace. He naturally Know a lot.

"So many of you praise one person at the same time, but I really want to see the money of this Nandou family." Lord Luo smiled boldly.

"Is Hua Xieyu?" Xia Fan's mouth drew a wicked smile, and he glanced at Ye Futian who was playing the piano. At the shore of Qingzhou Lake in Qingzhou City, he saw the relationship between Hua Xieyu and Ye Futian with his own eyes. What if the Nandou family knew that there was a vague ambiguity between Huajieyu and Ye Futian?

Thinking of this, Xia Fan has an interesting smile on his face. Of course, there are many ways to pinch Ye Futian, not necessarily so. If he speaks Huajie on this occasion, he may have an unclear relationship with Ye Futian. I am afraid that they will offend the Nandou family. The big family cares most about the face. Now Huajieyu is the most important pearl of the Nandou family. They are afraid that no stains will be allowed to fall on her.

He seemed to feel something. Ye Futian looked up at Xia Fan's side. At this moment, the people were talking about Huajie. He immediately understood what Xia Fan might be thinking, and he could not help raising his eyebrows.

Xia Fan is a man of insidious and treacherous character. He has been taught in Qingzhou City.

"I have the opportunity to visit the Lord with a commentary." Nandou Wenshan smiled when he heard the words of Lord Luo: "Do n’t you talk about the commentary all the time, so many years have been here today, and the Lord is so elegant, should n’t you show it? Something? "

"Yes, I can just see the genius of my young man in the East China Sea." Someone echoed with a smile.

Lord Luo also seemed to have a little interest, and then he said, "If this is the case, if anyone is willing to show something, and show a few hands to the elders present, if I am happy, I will be rewarded."

"Xi Yue, how do you come first?" Lord Luo's eyes fell on Lin Xi Yue.

Ji Lin Xiyue blinked, then smiled and nodded, and Lianbu stepped out, stood in the middle of the crowd, and said, "Master, Xiyue is ugly."

Speaking, her body is surrounded by water-based auras, and her hands are dancing slowly. Those water-based auras follow her hands and converge in the air. Gradually, they turn into After a huge birthday, he slowly drifted away towards Lord Luo, and only disappeared when he reached Lord Luo.

"Xiyue girl is already a mage of Samsung's glory realm, so fast, very exciting." Lord Luo praised.

"Thank you Grandpa for your praise." Lin Xiyue smiled and then stepped back.

"I am dancing for the Lord." A young man stepped out, wearing a sword on his body, and then the sword in his hand danced. The sword was born in heaven and earth. Every sword passing through would leave a stroke in the air. When the sword was over, the sword It is condensed but not scattered, and it becomes the font of four swords.

"Okay." Many people smiled and sighed. After that, young people stepped out in succession and congratulated Lord Luo in various ingenious ways. By the way, he showed his natural talents, which seemed casual and natural. The atmosphere at the banquet was excellent.

"Brother Hua, shouldn't your disciple Zhou Mu show a few hands?" Someone said with a smile, painting the surname Hua.

"You go." Saint whispered.

"Yes, teacher." Zhou Mu nodded and walked forward, writing in his hand, and then spreading a large piece of paper on the golden carpet. He saw his body squatting slightly and began to paint.

"It's not easy to see Zhou Mu's shots. Drawing a saint disciple, it seems to be a feast for the eyes today." There are teenagers who admire Zhou Mu quite.

"I have never seen the summoner's shot, I don't know what it is." There are girls with beautiful eyes blinking and looking at Zhou Mu.

Zhou Zhoumu's painting speed is very fast and his style is extraordinary. Lord Luo praised: "Brother Hua, you are such a disciple, you already have everyone's style."

"Indeed." People around him echoed and admired, even if Yun Rou and their group would dance to admire the eyes, Ye Futian bowed his head and touched the piano, all around him were watching.

I thought that the teacher and the painting sage were old rivals and love rivals. I grabbed the maid from such a figure, but I can imagine the glory of the Qin Devil of the generation. If it had not been abolished, I am afraid it would be like the painting sacred tonight. Admired, thinking of such a gap, even more sad for the teacher.

Zhou Zhoumu made paintings, Ye Futian fiddled with the piano, one for painting holy disciples, and one for piano demon disciples, but the eyes of all people were on Zhou Mu.

Finally, the painting was finished, and I saw a fire phoenix flying out of the painting, covered with flames, surrounding the sky, sending out a phoenix, and flew to Lord Luo to dance.

"it is good."

"Wonderful."

"The phoenix represents auspicious auspicious signs, it is indeed a small painting master." Everyone praised him, and Lord Luo also smiled with admiration and said, "There are many rewards."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Zhou Mu slumped slightly, then retreated.

"When I saw Zhou Mu, I thought of another person. A few days ago, Nan Dou went to the Qin Garden and saw the flowers." Nan Dou Wenshan said lightly, and everyone's eyes fell on him. Donghai City?

"However, Hua Fengliu is now a wasteful man, sheltered by Tang Lan, and has also received a disciple."

"Abandoned?" Everyone showed a touch of strange color, and the eyes of the painting sacred also fluctuated slightly, saying, "It's a pity."

"What a pity, the flowers are not wasteful, and I am afraid that I have no face to appear in front of your painting sage." One said with a smile.

"Yes, Hua Fengliu had no control over himself and took his own humiliation. I didn't expect to become a waste person and come back with a face. Can a disciple be cultivated? When I met Zhou Mu, I was afraid to detour."

"Now sending people under the fence ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is still delusional." Many people have spoken, taunting and taunting the painting master.

Xia Xiafan's eyes fell on Ye Futian, and the meaning of joking was stronger. He would have to see if Ye Futian would continue to curl up there.

At the time when the people were laughing, the style of the harp was suddenly changed, and the harp was gradually higher from the bass, happier and gradual, like fairy music, gradually, Yunrou and other dancing people were trapped in the harp and the steps More and more freely, the long skirt fluttered like a fairy.

In the sound of the piano, the teenager only felt gradually excited, staggered, talked and laughed, and the elders were all interested, and the whole banquet seemed to be pushed to the peak by the piano.

"What song is this?" Hua Sheng suddenly noticed, looking at Ye Futian, not only him, but the big men found the same, their emotions were even affected by the sound of the piano.

I look at those teenagers, and they seem to be very excited. The women on the stage are sinking into the dance music and cannot extricate themselves.

After the stage, a handsome young man played the piano quietly, as if he were independent.

The young man had a handsome face, and even compared the young people at the banquet. When he played the piano, he had a magic power on his body, and he was naturally integrated into the piano music.

"Chou Yuyiqu, who are you?" The painting eyes suddenly became sharp, and a voice interrupted the sound of the piano, and everyone was sober from the mood, and couldn't help but look at the name in shock. Handsome teenage luthier.

I saw the boy slowly looking up, his eyes were clear and clean, without a little humble, his eyes looked forward to Lord Luo, and the boy slowly said: "The disciple disciple Ye Futian, a couture plume, and the master respects Wang Ye to his birthday . "

Ps: Sooner or later, update so early, do the brothers recommend the encouragement?