"If that's the case, after practicing in seclusion for many years, how could there be any desire for food?"
Taoist Qingxu waved his hand: "Daoist friends, please come too!"
Under the gaze of everyone, the two of them sat down together.
Just sat down.
Taoist Qingxu twitched his nose and glanced at the food on the table.
After struggling for a while, I finally held it back.
He glanced at everyone and soon saw a familiar figure, so he waved his hand: "Evil disciple! Come here!"
Everyone followed his gaze and saw Han Juan reluctantly standing up and slowly walking upwards.
The Ji clan members all looked a little cold.
Especially the Han family's master sitting in the upper seat, his expression was even more disgusted.
Although Han Juan was expelled from the sect, his behavior was so strange that it could not be his personal intention. It must have been instructed by his master.
Their actions not only destroyed the Ji clan alliance.
It also puts the entire Han family in an unkind and unjust position.
If they were not reluctant to part with the Han Guang Sword, they would not even participate in this Sword Immortal Conference.
Wait until Han Juan stands in front of you.
Taoist Qingxu looked him up and down.
The spirit was clear and bright, and after leaving the body, it was still extremely solid, with no sign of dissipating at all.
It is a top-grade spiritual body, with much better innate conditions than his sword spirit friend.
Joy flashed in his eyes for a moment, but he quickly turned gloomy and scolded, "How did you become so destitute? Where is your body?"
Han Juan said honestly: "My disciple was bewitched and committed a great crime. Now I have confessed my crime and accepted the punishment. My body has collapsed and is no longer sufficient to pay for my crime. My soul has also been refined into a sword spirit and will be tortured forever. I hope I can wash away my sins!"
"It's not hopeless!"
Taoist Qingxu snorted coldly: "Fortunately, I had a keen eye for talent and expelled you from the sect in advance! Otherwise, this stigma would be placed on the head of my Taishang Temple! Since you have been refined into a sword spirit, then you will be tortured. You have committed such a heinous crime, and you will not be able to redeem it in a hundred years! Go away!"
"yes!"
Han Juan responded and went down lazily.
Up and down, the interval between them is no more than twenty breaths.
This pair of master and disciple, one scolded while the other confessed his guilt.
It's like a joke.
The Ji clan members' expressions were more excited than each other. The play in Taishang Temple was really perfunctory.
This was definitely discussed with the Li royal family.
Han Juan committed a serious crime, but the Li royal family and Taishang Temple were more innocent than the other.
But in the end, Han Juan still couldn't die!
Isn't this disgusting?
But they have already made the gesture, what can you do?
Taoist Qingxu bowed to Zhao Ji and said, "Daoyou Wang Li, it is unfortunate for our sect to have such an evil disciple. But he has already forgiven me. After all, he is my disciple whom I have taught for twenty years. I am deeply saddened."
Zhao Ji was confused and didn't know what he wanted to say, so he had to wait for what to say next.
Taoist Qingxu took a deep breath and slowly uttered four words: "Let's start the feast!"
Zhao Ji: “…”
Everyone: “…”
Han Juan: “???”
The welcoming banquet went smoothly.
I still remember the banquet of various philosophers. There was a lot of laughter and chatter at the table. The teachers from various schools spoke profound words and made witty remarks from time to time. People could not help but put down their cutlery and ponder over them carefully, which delayed the progress of the meal.
But this time the welcoming banquet is different.
Taoist Master Qingxu took the lead in eating.
The buffet was served one after another and everyone enjoyed the meal very much.
During the banquet, Zhao Ji tried to let Taoist Qingxu say a few words in order to improve the quality of the banquet, but all his attempts failed.
Don't ask.
The answer is don’t talk while eating or sleeping.
The Immortal Welcoming Banquet, which was expected to last two hours, ended in just one hour.
It wasn't that Zhao Ji wanted to end it early, it was simply because the premium ingredients prepared by the imperial kitchen had run out. It was not that there were no substitutes, but it would be impolite to make them into dishes.
Zhao Ji stroked his beard and laughed: "I didn't expect the welcoming banquet to go so smoothly. It seems that countless geniuses will appear this time, leaving a strong mark in the history books!"
Taoist Qingxu was a little unsatisfied, but in order to maintain his image, he still smiled kindly: "Of course! Hanguang is the sword of an ancient emperor. When such a treasure comes into the world, naturally only a genius can be worthy of it!
This Sword Immortal Conference!
The genius will surely appear! "
After saying that.
He stood up suddenly.
With a clang, he drew out his sword and pointed it towards the horizon.
"Brother Hanguang! Lend me your sword power!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying sword intent surged from the sky.
It's so arrogant that it makes people tremble.
It is so majestic and luxurious that people can't help but worship it.
Two completely different temperaments were perfectly integrated into this sword intent.
This is the sword intent that only the Emperor's Sword can possess.
The sword of the current Zhou emperor cannot reach such a height. I am afraid that only before Haojing was conquered by the Quanrong could it be possible to compete with this sword intent.
Sword of the King of Shang.
Contain the light!
Is this sword intent Han Guang?
"receive!"
Taoist Qingxu shouted loudly, and the sword intent came from nowhere and poured into his sword, igniting a sky full of brilliance.
The sword dances, and the stars and the moon shine brightly.
His image, which had almost collapsed due to overeating, was instantly restored.
"go!"
Taoist Qingxu shouted again, and the sword with starlight shot up into the sky.
He stabbed seven times quickly, lighting up the Big Dipper.
Tiangang and Beidou formed a formation in an instant.
Taoist Qingxu had a calm expression, holding a long sword in his hand, like a calligrapher holding a pen, and lightly drew a line in the starry night sky.
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