The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

This banquet can be regarded as a state banquet, so it is not only very lively, but also of great significance. This is the first time that Emperor Ning Cheng has held such a grand event since he ascended the throne, and it happened to be the arrival of the Hun envoys, which is really extremely important. The singing and dancing during the banquet are of extremely high level, and there is no shortage of delicacies and fine wines.

Xuanyuan sat next to Emperor Ning Cheng, holding a pot of fine wine in his jade-like white and delicate hands and drinking it by himself. When this clear and sweet wine entered his throat, his expression was slightly nostalgic, as if the aroma of the wine evoked some long-standing memories.

This is the best snow mountain pure wine, which is a tribute. This wine is brewed from the melted snow of Tianshan Mountain and dozens of precious wine materials. The texture is pure and sweet, and the wine is as clear as snow water, as if it is soaked in the coldest snow of Tianshan Mountain, with a cold and indifferent feeling of being isolated from the world.

The clear and sweet wine slid down the throat and sank into the stomach. What he tasted was not the burning and warmth of ordinary wine, but an extremely cold and lonely feeling. After drinking a cup of pure wine from the snow mountain, it seemed as if he could really see the snow mountain that had stood for thousands of years.

This cup of wine reminded Xuanyuan of some things in the past, some of which were not very long ago, but indeed had been forgotten. Xuanyuan had experienced too many things. Although he would not forget these things, it was indeed difficult to remember them all the time if he did not think about them carefully.

He had drunk a wine that tasted similar to this pure wine from the snow mountain, but was more clear and lonely, arrogant and cold. It was a wine brewed by a friend of his, a friend who stood at the top of the world like him and was lonely.

Xuanyuan still remembered that this friend was named Yang Xuanzhi, a Taoist priest, with a cold and lonely personality, but he was upright and old-fashioned, and never showed his unruly behavior. Yang Xuanzhi never drank, but brewed many rare and fine wines.

After Xuanyuan met him, all the fine wines that Yang Xuanzhi had hidden in the wine cellar, all of them, went into Xuanyuan's stomach. If a person who loves to make wine but doesn't drink, makes a friend who loves to drink but can't make wine, wouldn't it be a perfect complement?

Xuanyuan's thin lips slightly raised, with a somewhat open and casual smile, a little proud, as if he really felt that Yang Xuanzhi and he were friends, it was a perfect complement, lest Yang Xuanzhi worked hard to make those wines but had no taste at all, wouldn't it be a waste?

Yang Xuanzhi:…………

"Hey, what are you thinking about, my beloved concubine?" Emperor Ning Cheng saw Xuanyuan's white and slender jade hand holding the wine glass, slightly stunned, his eyes were distant and careless, with a little memory and regret, as if he was indulging in memories he didn't know, and couldn't help but coughed and asked.

Xuanyuan came back to his senses, raised his head in silence and drank the pure wine from the snow mountain in one gulp. The reminiscence and melancholy between his eyebrows disappeared, and he became calm and cold again. He said in a light tone: "I remembered a friend, a Taoist friend."

Emperor Ning Cheng was not surprised, because in his cognition, Xuanyuan was also a Taoist. He skipped this topic and asked: "Among the people who came to the banquet in the palace, is there really someone mixed in?"

"Of course." Xuanyuan nodded indifferently, his consciousness enveloped the entire hall, and no one here could escape his inspection, so he knew clearly about many things that he thought were secret.

Emperor Ning Cheng fell silent, then suddenly smiled coldly, saying, "I hope that what happened today is just that the Xiongnu tribe is still unwilling to surrender." He closed his eyes, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, "Don't let me find out that there are other people involved."

Xuan Yuan did not comment on this. For emperors like Emperor Ning Cheng, they always think more and more deeply about many things than others. It seems that these emperors always don't believe that things are that simple, and always try to dig deeper reasons.

In short, they just like to think too much.

After another gorgeous dance, when the dancer in a long dress with water sleeves retreated gracefully, before the new dancer came forward to dance, the Xiongnu envoys who were originally accompanying the last seat suddenly left their seats and strode to the center of the palace.

As the Xiongnu envoys walked to the center of the hall, the royal family and ministers who were drinking and enjoying delicacies put down their chopsticks and looked at the Xiongnu envoys with a look of scrutiny and curiosity.

There were six Xiongnu envoys standing in the center of the hall, led by a young man who looked about 20 years old. He was wearing the robes of the Xiongnu royal family, with a bit of arrogance and cruelty between his eyebrows. He was the young prince of the Xiongnu, Sarawen.

The other five were all tall and strong, fierce and majestic Xiongnu knights. The scimitars on their waists had been untied before entering the hall, but their fierceness did not diminish at all, which was fascinating.

"Respected Emperor of the Daning Dynasty, I am Sarawen. Today I am sending you a gift from the Xiongnu. I hope that Daning and the Xiongnu can get along well and establish a good friendship in the future. Come on, present the gift we are going to send."

The tone and accent of the little prince of the Xiongnu tribe were a bit strange, different from the normal Daning people. It was obvious that he had just started learning it recently. After he finished speaking the above words with a bit of strange wording, he looked up at Emperor Ning Cheng, and then bowed according to the etiquette of Daning.

Emperor Ning Cheng narrowed his eyes, and a dark light flashed in his deep eyes. He looked at the Xiongnu envoys with interest, and was a little curious about what gifts they sent and what the back-up plan was.

The smile on his lips was slightly cold, with some interest and some indifference. Emperor Ning Cheng nodded and smiled casually: "Come here, bring me the gift sent by the Huns envoy, and let me see what it is."

Before, the little prince of the Xiongnu tribe asked people to bring gifts, but no one moved. At the order of Emperor Ning Cheng, the palace people quickly left the hall to bring the gifts from the Xiongnu tribe.

Soon, a huge tray covered with red cloth was brought up, carried by three or four palace attendants. The red cloth was tightly covered. No one knew what was under the red cloth. All they could tell was that the gift was not small.

Emperor Ning Cheng raised his eyebrows with interest, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He raised his hand slightly and said with a faint smile: "Li Dezhong, go and uncover this red cloth and let me see what's going on." What kind of gift is it? It looks so mysterious.”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Dezhong, who was standing behind Emperor Ning Cheng, bowed and responded respectfully, then walked down the platform from the side and walked towards the tray that was covered tightly with red cloth.

Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He said in a very calm but slightly weird tone: "It's a good thing, but don't be frightened when the red cloth is lifted." Just fine.”

Emperor Ning Cheng turned to look at Xuan Yuan, slightly surprised: "Do you know what it is?" Could he still predict it? Or have you read this beforehand?

"Well, it's just a piece of skin." Xuan Yuan responded lazily, not seeming to care much.

No matter how curious Emperor Ning Cheng was, when Li Dezhong lifted the red cloth on the tray, a huge and ferocious silver wolf's fur appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone couldn't help but exclaimed, as if they were caught by that Shocked by evil spirits.

Although this wolf skin is just fur and not a real beast, it still maintains the majesty and ferocity in front of it. The ferocious aura that only belonged to ferocious beasts made everyone present feel panic and fear.

As the person closest to the giant wolf's fur, Li Dezhong would have almost screamed out if he didn't know that the occasion was important and couldn't lose his composure. Otherwise, he almost screamed. The fur of this silver giant wolf looked so menacing and astonishing that it actually seemed to be real. It looked like a huge wolf lying there.

The ferocious feeling that remained on the fur of the giant silver wolf, the savagery and cruelty unique to ferocious beasts, and the terrifying feeling that it could hurt people at any time really frightened everyone so much that many people couldn't help but gasp.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the little prince Saravin of the Huns curled his lips with some pride. He bowed his hands to Emperor Ning Cheng and reported with a bit of showoff and a bit of pride: "Emperor of Daning, this is the grassland. We spent several days finally killing the wolf king who all the wolves surrendered to, and we would like to present this gift to you today.”

"May the friendship between Daning and the Xiongnu last forever, and they can always coexist peacefully." Saravin said in a strange tone, and then used the etiquette of the Xiongnu clan to salute Emperor Ning Cheng instead of Daning's etiquette.

At this moment, the fur of the silver giant wolf that was carried on the tray by several palace people suddenly exploded violently. The smooth and soft fur suddenly broke into dozens or hundreds of pieces and spattered everywhere in the palace. And go.

Frightened by the sudden explosion, some of the clan members and concubines sitting on both sides of the hall could not help but scream, obviously frightened by the sudden change and explosion.

And in such a noisy and chaotic scene, a warrior who was standing behind the little prince of the Huns with his head lowered and very low-key suddenly kicked the ground hard with his right foot, and his figure flew towards the sitting man like lightning. The leader was Emperor Ning Cheng.

His movement was so sudden that almost no one expected it, and his speed was as fast as lightning. When he swept from the center of the hall towards the desk above, almost no one could react.

"No, help!" Li Dezhong was originally standing next to the giant wolf's fur, and was the first to be hit by the fragments spattered by the giant wolf's fur. But when he saw this scene, regardless of his own pain, he looked at He cried out in surprise.

A hint of coldness flashed across the eyes of Emperor Ning Cheng, who was sitting at the top, and he felt a sense of certainty and sudden realization.

He didn't say anything. When the Hun warrior rushed up at lightning speed, he just turned his head and looked at the person sitting next to him. He saw that Xuan Yuan's expression was cold and indifferent, as if he didn't care about that person at all. In eyes.

Emperor Ning Cheng immediately put down his worries.