Chapter 217 Ji Rong's Simple Banquet
The day quickly arrived at the day before Ji Rong's banquet.
Early that morning, just as dawn broke, Ji Rong, carrying a pile of puppets, found He Sui, who was still sleeping in the corner, and said, "Nephew, these are gifts for my fellow disciples. You should recognize their faces, so don't make a mistake later."
He Sui naturally recognized the faces of her senior uncles and senior sisters. When she saw that the wooden puppets that Ji Rong had taken out were exquisitely carved, she subconsciously wondered if her senior uncles were going to perform witchcraft.
So, Hesui stopped sleeping and took the puppets, examining them one by one, until she was sure they were just puppets.
Her breathtaking imagination did not come to fruition. With sleepy eyes, she looked at the pile of puppets in front of her and just wanted to smash them all with her tail.
He Sui sighed inwardly: It's shameful that Uncle-Master Qing Ji Zi prepared such a meager gift. It would have been better not to give it at all!
Then, Hesui immediately thought that he would have to send these puppets out through his own claws tomorrow, and his head started to ache even more!
But not sending it is also not an option.
He Sui thought to himself, "Master has already made the decision, and I can't go back on my word. So be it. At worst, after I finish this job, I'll stay in the Li Dan Room and never come out again."
He Sui arranged the puppets one by one, then called all the cultivators together and asked them to explain the tasks assigned to them. Only after she confirmed that everything was correct did she let the cultivators return to their residences to rest.
The next day, when the guests arrived, Shan Zhongfeng and Shan Wuli stood on either side of the simple yellow gate tower and bluestone platform to greet them.
The two tigers were of the same color and both had the cultivation level of an emperor. When they stood there, the yellowish bamboo dragon and phoenix behind them immediately looked more imposing and impressive.
"Not bad!" Qingguangzi said to Hesui in a low voice with satisfaction before going in.
Upon entering the gatehouse, one can see a three-story palace standing amidst stone bricks, inscribed with the words "Shoudao Palace".
The characters were powerful and imposing; Qing Guangzi recognized them at a glance as the handwriting of his apprentice, Gu Lin.
Although the two intersecting wooden pillars standing around the palace are quite conspicuous,
But in this time, Zhan Shi and Ji Zhuang have also woven many three-dimensional images on this, such as a monkey offering peaches, a cat catching a dragon, and a fallen dragon causing trouble in the sea...
Although these fabrics are not valuable, they are exquisitely crafted, with their bamboo-colored hues creating a lifelike effect.
The left and right sides of the Shoudao Palace were both training grounds, which were completely empty. Only the stones standing nearby told the cultivators that this was a place for practicing movement techniques.
Outside the Shoudao Palace, there were rows of cultivators serving as attendants. They had all transformed into celestial beings and stood upright. Whenever a guest arrived, two attendants would come forward, bow, and then lead the guest into the inner room to sit down.
Qing Qizi didn't go in. He waited for Qing Guangzi to come over and asked with a smile, "Junior brother, how come all these servants are from your side? Did you give the entire Li Dan Room to Qing Jizi?"
Qing Guangzi glanced at Qing Qizi, who was unusually absent and had come alone. Knowing that Qing Qizi would soon be unable to smile, he felt a surge of joy.
He said, "Senior brother, junior sister has just established her own residence and is lacking in some skills. As her senior brother, it is only natural that I should help her. Why, didn't junior sister Qing Ji Zi go to see her senior brother?"
As they spoke, Qing Guangzi held up a storage ring with his hoof and said, "Oh, she must have known that your pharmacy has never had one, which is why she came to me."
Senior brother, since you can't spare a waiter, don't be stingy when it comes to the ceremony, lest your junior sister treats you and you end up losing out, baa baa baa baa…”
Then, Qing Guangzi transformed into a celestial being, threw the ring into the tray carried by his disciple He Sui, and strode into the palace.
Ji Rong had invited Elder Shen when she went to the medicine shop, but she didn't see him. So she asked her senior brother Qing Guangzi to bring Elder Shen along, but Elder Shen didn't come.
Inside the palace, forty tables had already been set up, their jade-encrusted blue and white chairs clashing sharply with the yellow-green coarse bamboo curtains of the inner room.
The gray bird in the center kept dancing, showing no sign of stopping. Its dance was rather elegant, but its plumage was really uninteresting to the onlookers.
The fox sitting to the side playing the zither was quite flamboyant, but the tune she played never changed; it was always the same one.
Ji Rong's senior brothers and sisters who had arrived earlier found the show boring, and several of them, whose energy was waning, had already started to doze off.
Fortunately, there were few guests today, and everyone arrived in no time.
Ji Rong smiled and briefly expressed her gratitude to her senior brothers and sisters before taking the main seat, and then directly announced the start of the banquet.
Knowing the procedure, He Sui and the other waiters brought out today's dishes in an orderly manner from the side room.
It must be said that although Ji Rong's banquet had few dishes, she put her heart into it.
Apart from the few items each person chose, she matched similar spiritual materials according to the preferences of each race. Each table had eight bowls and plates, but none of them were the same.
This minimalist style caught the eye of the cultivators from the Array Valley. Although they had considerable incomes, the expenses for developing new arrays were quite high.
They all thought to themselves that if they used Ji Rong's method to hold the banquet, they could save a lot of money and develop more large formations.
After everyone had eaten for a while, Ji Rong first followed the normal toasting etiquette and toasted her group of senior brothers and sisters.
Then, she got up from the table and, with Zhan Shi in tow, toasted everyone at the table.
This time, she didn't say anything fancy. She went straight to the table and said, "Senior brother/sister, I am very touched that you could come to the banquet. I'll drink this cup of wine to you. Please feel free to drink as you please!"
The drinking motions were swift and bold, which the cultivators found both vulgar and novel.
Amidst the clinking of cups, the dancer on the stage finally changed, becoming a six-tailed flower fox in half-beast form, while the gray bird stood to the side, playing the zither and singing.
So-called elegance is actually a matter of comparison.
The gray bird hopped quite well, but it was ultimately not very attractive. The fox, on the other hand, was different; she possessed three colors, was agile, and was extremely beautiful.
Meanwhile, the gray bird's music, amidst Ji Rong's increasingly loud pronouncements of "I'll do it first, let's all do it together," sounded quite elegant and charming.
After toasting, Ji Rong said, "Dear senior brothers and sisters, I am very happy that you could come today. I know that the wine is not very good and I have not been able to entertain you well. I would like to offer a dance to express my gratitude once again."
After saying that, she spread her wings and flew onto the stage. If we were to say who had the most complete Phoenix Ceremony, it would definitely be Ji Rong. Her plumage was bright and beautiful, and her dance was much more beautiful than Ji Zhuang's.
Seeing Ji Rong go on stage, Gu Qingqing followed her steps and began to dance the elegant dance of the Phoenix lineage. Ji Zhuang also adjusted the melody. All three of them had studied the dance, and now, as long as they were in sync with the rhythm,
At first, they would miss a couple of beats, but the three of them were in perfect harmony, and as time went on, they became more and more skilled, and their dance moves and music unexpectedly became coordinated.
After Ji Rong finished her dance and stepped off the stage, Qing Pingzi was the first to praise her, saying, "Junior Sister's dance is no less than Zhen Feng's."
With Qingpingzi taking the lead, the other senior brothers and sisters also started praising him.
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