Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 45 Storm in the capital, King Wu’s night banquet (4k)

The white and towering clouds rolled and drifted, blocking the setting sun and casting a shadow over Jian'an City.

It's about one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

The people in the city had already gotten over the excitement of playing gongs and drums to celebrate the new festival. They went home to take a nap and had to do another half-day of work in the afternoon.

No matter how lively the festival is, people always have to work and eat.

When night falls, it’s time for a new round of celebrations.

…

In a side alley of the West City, there is a small wine shop called... Zuixianfang.

On the table in the wine shop, a little girl of cardamom age was drowsy, her upper and lower eyelids were twitching, her head was shaking bit by bit, and she was so sleepy that she was bubbling.

The weather was hot and it was a busy hour, so it was only natural for people to feel sleepy.

This store is already a century-old store.

It is said that the earliest owner of this shop once tasted the fine wine from the fairy wine pot by chance, and the taste was unforgettable. This sip of wine made the man so greedy that he spent decades trying to recreate the immortal brew. Later, he opened the Drunken Immortal Shop in the capital, and the common people were lucky enough to taste this delicious wine.

Some people firmly believe this story, while others think it is just a mystery created by the store owner.

Who can say for sure?

But the shop’s signature drink, Zuixianjiang, is indeed the best in the capital.

"Squeak——"

The door of the wine shop was pushed open, and a handsome young man wearing simple clothes said with a smile on his face: "Little boss, wake up."

When Jiang Ling heard that a guest was coming, she raised her head from the table, yawned and rubbed her eyes: "Haha~ why did you come here at this hour..."

Her vision was hazy when she just woke up. As the figure of the visitor gradually became clearer in her eyes, the corners of her mouth gradually drooped, her eyebrows stood upright and her almond-shaped eyes widened. She put her hands on her hips and said:

"You guy, didn't you say that our wine doesn't taste good this morning? Why are you here now?"

"Ahem... I'm not saying it doesn't taste good. What I'm saying is that if you're a cultivator who can't get drunk, of course it still tastes good."

Wu You touched the tip of her nose with her finger and argued.

After choosing a place to live, he slipped out of the palace.

Oh, actually, you can't just say slip away, he was very swaggering, but his speed was too fast and his body movements were too erratic, so the mortal guards couldn't see his shadow clearly.

Moreover, he specially made a simple magic trick to reduce his presence.

Every time the monks break through a realm, their bodies and souls will become more perfect. Not to mention their appearance will be ridiculously good when their cultivation level is high, the temperament they exude from the inside out will make people unable to take their eyes away.

Showing your face in front of mortals without covering up is tantamount to shouting——

"Look at me, look at me, all look at me, I'm announcing something, I am an immortal cultivator!"

As for why he didn't drink so much good wine in the palace, but came to Zuixianfang to drink something that ordinary people drink...

That's another story.

"Hmph," Jiang Ling stared at him angrily for a while, then hummed softly and asked, "Tell me, what kind do you want and how much do you want."

Although she still had a grudge against this guy for saying that the wine wasn't good enough, she didn't pursue it since he had given in.

"Just one pot of Zui Xian Brewing, drink it in the hall."

Although Jiang Ling is young and has thin arms and legs, she is very familiar with holding a wine ladle. She scoops out the wine from the vat and pours it into the jug.

Not a drop was spilled and no need to refill.

She pushed the wine bottle towards Wu You: "Here, go to the inner room to cool down now."

"Thank you, little boss."

Jiang Ling had a slightly strange expression as she watched Wu You pick up the wine bottle, lift the curtain and walk into the inner room.

No, do you really not even order a plate of peanuts?

Walking into the inner room, there was no one drinking at this time. Wu You casually found a seat by the window and sat down. He drank alone and turned his head to look out the window——

The location of Zuixianfang is at the end of an alley, but the location for drinking inside has a great view.

It happens to be connected to the Jinjiang River that passes through the city. The gentle breeze from the river blows through the open window, and the breeze in the hall is very cool.

Enjoying the scenery on the river, Wu You drank leisurely.

…

After a moment, a man who looked about 17 or 18 years old opened the door of the wine shop.

He was wearing an open sleeveless short coat, with a gray towel hanging around his neck. His strong arms and chest were exposed. At a glance, you could tell that he was a good young man full of energy.

"Sister Ling, you asked me to bring you the powder."

He stepped up to the counter and handed a box of makeup powder to Jiang Ling, wiping sweat with a towel with his hand and a hearty smile on his face.

After arranging Wu You, Jiang Ling, who was holding her chin in a daze, was brought back to her senses by the box of powder on the table.

"Did you really get it?! I knew Brother Ping An was the most reliable! Wuhu~~"

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled so hard that her eyes were bent, and she gave Chen Pingan a hug across the counter.

"Ling, sister Ling, please pay attention."

Chen Pingan hesitated, his brown skin could not cover the blush on his face.

"What are you paying attention to? Who dares to gossip, and I'm not shy. Why are you so shy?" Jiang Ling poked Chen Pingan's shoulder resentfully and sighed.

Unenlightened wooden head.

But looking at the makeup powder box in her hand, Jiang Ling quickly forgot about it and waved to Chen Pingan, motioning for him to come over.

"Hey, Brother Ping'an, do you remember the guest who said our wine was not good this morning? He is drinking inside now..."

Whispering, the hot breath Jiang Ling breathed made Chen Pingan's face blush even more.

After a while, Chen Pingan was sitting opposite Wu You with a plate of things in his hand.

"Sir, A-Ling said you didn't even order a cold dish. I'm bringing you a plate of wine and beans. Can you share a cup with me?"

The smile on Chen Pingan's face was quite eager.

Wu You slowly looked away from the waves on the riverside, looked at the plate of beans on the table, and couldn't help laughing.

"sure."

Chen Pingan poured himself a glass quickly, but instead of drinking it, he ate a few fermented beans first.

Wu You also moved his chopsticks, picked up one and put it into his mouth, nodding slightly while eating.

This method of making broad beans is quite novel. It has a strong wine aroma, is slightly salty, crispy and very refreshing. It is perfect to drink with wine.

Afraid of being left out, Chen Pingan took the initiative to chat with Wu You about this new festival.

It is said that the immortals of the Shangzong descended to earth today to extend the life of His Majesty and ensure the peace and prosperity of the country of Li. Naturally, such an important event should be established as a new festival to celebrate every year.

Chatting with Chen Ping'an, Wu You learned a little more about Li Guo's current situation, but at the same time he was also a little confused...

The sect must have sent people here several times to extend the life of King Hongwu. Why hasn't it been a festival before?

Even Chen Ping'an had never heard of it.

"Brother, are you not a local?"

After chatting for a while, Wu You raised a glass of wine and asked.

"To be honest, sir, I fled from Lingnan the year before last." Chen Pingan responded, feeling depressed.

It is not difficult to see that there are slight differences between him and the local residents of Jian'an City, both in appearance and accent.

"There's nothing I can do about it, Lingnan...well, it's not a place for people to live. I remember when I came here, nothing could grow in Lingnan for a whole year."

"The weather is obviously good, but we can't grow any food. Either they don't germinate or they don't bear ears, and the bark of the trees has been chewed up."

When mentioning these things, Chen Ping'an's expression would become extremely painful. He did not mention the whereabouts of his parents, who may have died in the Lingnan famine.

Wu You was silent for a long time before slowly speaking to comfort her.

"Don't they all say that the immortals come to this world and the country is peaceful and the people are safe? The immortals will definitely take action to solve such a big disaster."

"I hope so..."

Chen Pingan picked up the wine glass and drank half of it. When he put down the wine glass, he was already stunned. He looked at the wine glass and then at the wine bottle.

“This is our family’s Drunken Immortal Brew???”

Wu You smiled.

Wine mixed with spiritual energy cannot be compared to mortal wine.

…

While Wu You was hiding in the wine shop to drink, Shang Zong came, and the news that King Wu had extended his life had quickly spread throughout the elite circles in the capital.

Under the peaceful scene of Jian'an City, an undercurrent began to surge.

In the north of the city, Pingyang Houfu.

A majestic and noble-looking middle-aged man rubbed his fingertips on the letter he had just received in his hand. His face was calm and unruffled, and he murmured:

"Heavenly Mirror Sect, Wu Shangxian... told General Xia to mobilize the army twenty miles outside the capital and be ready at any time."

He handed the paper full of words to the servant beside him. After taking it, the other servant quickly folded the paper in half and threw it into the brazier, for fear of catching a glimpse of a word.

Another servant wrote down the order dictated by Marquis Pingyang on paper, wrapped it up, and used a carrier pigeon to send the message out. His silver-gray wings flapped and he quickly disappeared from sight.

Next to Marquis Pingyang, the fat-bellied Li Shangshu watched the carrier pigeon fly away and asked respectfully: "In your opinion, does this Lord Wu of the Sect bring some...unforeseen variables to our plan? "

"If they wanted to interfere, they would have interfered at the beginning."

Marquis Pingyang's voice was calm and decisive.

"The immortals don't care what the emperor of Li is like, whether he is a coward or a wise master, a puppet or a person in power, or even dead or alive."

"As long as we provide the Shang Sect with special products and provide young children who may have the potential to become immortals as usual, they will never interfere."

"After all, in their eyes, we... are just ants."

Li Shangshu was thoughtful.

He moved his fat body, took a step closer to Marquis Yang, and asked tentatively: "Then if Wu Shangxian thinks that interfering with the fate of ants is an interesting pastime, then...?"

"If Shangzong wants nothing from us, I would be worried. Besides, the immortals are very indifferent. Mr. Li, please stop thinking nonsense."

"You are welcome to see me."

…

The breeze stirs the water in the small pond, and the blooming lotus flowers sway slightly.

Zhang Wenyuan, the scholar of the Prime Minister, once again knocked on the prince's door in a hurry.

"Your Majesty! Something big has happened. The Immortal is really here. I heard that His Majesty can even get out of bed and move around!"

"Your Majesty, are you there? Your Majesty!"

When Zhang Wenyuan was knocking on the door and shouting, a hand slapped on his shoulder, which scared him so much that he almost shook off the bookboy hat on his head.

"ah--"

"Okay, okay, don't be so surprised. Aren't you looking for me?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, pulling Zhang Wenyuan's soul back into his body. He turned his head and patted his chest to calm down: "Oh, Prince, don't scare me. You know I'm very timid."

Turning around, Nian Qiansheng, who was wearing a blue and white brocade robe, was looking at him with a smile. After comforting Zhang Wenyuan, he opened the door and let the book boy come in for a chat.

…

"That's it. Now that Your Majesty is fine, I just said that the Immortal will come. Hey, Your Majesty, tell me, after the Immortal cures His Majesty, will he agree to help the Prime Minister...?"

Nian Qiansheng sat at the table, tapping his fingers on the table, quietly listening to Zhang Wenyuan's words, thinking deeply, without replying.

He already knew this.

The situation in the capital was completely different from when the man on the dragon throne had just sent a letter to Shang Zong to urge him. The situation developed faster than everyone expected.

Whether it was him, Prime Minister Shang, or the pack of wolves dormant in the shadows, they all had to face it in advance.

The turmoil in the capital is about to begin.

"All right……"

The other party's silence made Zhang Wenyuan feel depressed.

"I also know that immortals may not be so easy to talk to, but you have to try, right?"

Only then did Nian Qiansheng retract his thoughts. He looked at Zhang Wenyuan's crying face. He was obviously considering such a serious situation, but he was still amused.

"Okay, okay, in two days I will accompany you to plead with the immortal and ask him to heal Shang Xiang, okay?"

"Really? Prince, please don't lie to me!"

"a man of his words."

…

The last dim red sunlight disappeared on the horizon, and Jian'an City was already brightly lit.

The name of the new festival has been decided - the Festival of Worshiping Immortals.

There are no prescribed rituals, and there are no allusions to draw from, but tonight Jian'an City is almost alive with the Spring Festival. From dragon and lion dances to lantern street parades, the people celebrate in various ways.

At this moment, civil and military officials from all over the dynasty had gathered in Minghua Garden, a magnificent garden near the palace. The scale of the banquet this time cannot be accommodated in the Royal Banquet Hall, so it can only be held in Minghua Garden.

The garden is brightly lit.

The banquet is located in a shallow circular open space, with a stream winding around it like a ribbon, with meandering water flowing into it, which is extremely elegant.

King Hongwu, who everyone thought was supposed to look like a living corpse and was thinner than a skeleton, was sitting on the most gorgeous banquet table to the west of the entire banquet venue, facing east.

Although he was still thin, his energetic appearance amazed everyone who had seen King Hongwu before.

It's really a fairy trick.

On both sides of King Hongwu, Marquis Pingyang and Marquis Dinghai were on the left, Prime Minister Shang Shukui was on the right, and there was an empty seat to the right of Prime Minister Shang.

That is the position where the general reads hundreds of passes.

At this time, Nian Baiguan was leading his troops outside, and the fighting at the border prevented him from rushing back to the capital on this important day.

Correspondingly, on the east side, there is an empty seat, alone. It is a seat specially prepared for Wu You, even though it is known that he will not come.

Everyone sat down, and as the moonlight began to rise, King Hongwu held a golden bottle in his hand and made a speech for the opening of tonight's banquet: "Today, the immortal of the Shangzong came to this world to drive away evil spirits and prolong my life. This is auspicious, and it doesn't hurt to put aside my worries for the time being..."

Having said that, it is destined that not many people will be able to finish the feast tonight.

No matter how blind you are, you should still be able to sense the tense and solemn atmosphere between the Marquis of Dinghai, the Marquis of Pingyang, and the Prime Minister.

The moonlight is long and sparkling, opening a chapter in the new history of Li country.

(End of chapter)