Chapter 120 119. Su Chengzi
Late at night, the ancient city wall.
Standing tall and guarding this ancient city, there is an unbearable cold wind on the ramparts.
The city wall that rises out of thin air is too tall. Just the wind that sweeps through it makes it difficult for ordinary people to stand firm. If you are not careful, you may be blown away by the knife-like wind.
Li Xi'an stood on the city wall, with a blue bird on his fingertips. The black robe danced wildly like a flag, and he stood here like a flagpole that would not fall down.
The blue bird is one of the pictograms of the Heavenly Cauldron.
He whispered some information, recorded it in the seal script, and informed the green flames in the Taihang Mountains. Taihang Mountain is far away from the imperial capital, but this matter is not difficult for Li Xi'an now.
After doing this, Li Xi'an turned and left. The ancient beings that surrounded him made way for him.
It was hard not to attract the attention of these ancient defenders when a strange demon king with full blood was standing on the ancient city wall. After Li Xi'an climbed onto the city wall, these defenders followed him. They were wearing heavy black armor and holding sharp axes. Spear. The entire burly figure was buried in the armor, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
There is no need to see the appearance clearly.
These guardians have long been independent of each other over the long years.
Li Xi'an carefully studied the structure of the awakened imperial capital and couldn't see anything. He only had some understanding of the ancient city walls and the sealed living beings in the palace complex. His knowledge was too limited, and it was clear that the people who built this capital in the past and believed that it would one day wake up and become the refuge of mankind today were far superior to him in this regard.
Treasures left to the present world from the hidden era.
The burly guards stood on the ancient city wall and silently watched Li Xi'an leave. It was obviously the first time that this demon king appeared in front of them, but the aura felt familiar to the guards.
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A week later, early in the morning, the Li family's ancestral land.
It's more like a small town than a bustling capital, sitting alone in a beautiful corner of the city.
Red flower ribbons, gongs, drums and suona.
It sounds like the festive music is mixed with the loud words and blessings. At a glance, it feels like the perfect red costumes are mixed with the moving heads of the guests, making it red and black.
Li Xi'an was wearing modern attire, black summer short-sleeved shorts, and was inconspicuous in the crowd.
Some people misunderstood him as a high school student.
He always kept his word and would definitely come back when he said he would come. He didn't even need to ask Zhao Xingzhou where he was. Most of the guests in the house were close friends and relatives that the two had become friends with over the past few years. Li Xi'an couldn't recognize a few of them, and those he could recognize couldn't stand here.
Most of the older people came from the research institutes in the imperial capital and have made outstanding contributions to the city.
For example, the outpost, and another example is the radio gymnastics.
I heard that they are currently studying the fusion of modern warfare weapons and spirits, and they have to explode a few times from time to time. This time it was rare for me to drop my research and attend the wedding of two outstanding juniors.
People from all walks of life talked to each other, whom they had never seen or heard anywhere.
On the other hand, Li Xi'an was alone, leaning on a dragon, and there was nothing around him. Qing Yan was invited to be the bridesmaid, and Chu Xinger went to join in the fun. No one knows this mountain god of the Taihang Mountains. The images circulating in the imperial capital show the stern and ferocious dragon shape, and no one would think of the inconspicuous young man sitting at the table. Zhao Xingzhou was shrewd and knew that Li Xi'an liked to relax, so no one in the passing guests knew this.
He sat in the lively scene, and his eyes reflected the laughter and laughter of people coming and going.
But he was as quiet as an old well.
Following an underground shout of "The groom's official is here", the crowd poured out. Li Xi'an looked out along the surging crowd and chuckled. The white horse is tied with red flowers, followed by Jiaozi. The man was riding a horse, holding his hands there. The winking expression does not look like someone who is here to marry a wife, but more like an ancient scholar. Getting off the horse and handing out red envelopes was done in one go. Everyone had a share, including Li Xi'an. When Zhao Xingzhou gave him the red envelope, he showed his big white teeth that he had brushed several times.
When the crowd gathered around the man in red robe and entered the room, gold-embroidered red envelopes flew around the young man's fingertips. Li Xi'an leaned on the chair and pondered for a moment, finally feeling that something was missing.
Lift a bamboo basket.
The slightly old bamboo basket contained wine, with a few petals floating on it, blocking the escaping aroma of the wine.
Bamboo basket wine brewed from bamboo baskets. This bamboo basket has lost its spirit, but it can be used to make wine. Ordinary wine is put into a bamboo basket for a day and night and immediately becomes the most beautiful wine in the world. Li Xi'an has been a little obsessed recently. His brewing techniques can be called poor to the previous owner of this bamboo basket, but he can still brew a delicious wine. He thought something was missing. It turned out that wine was needed, but now he had to drink alone.
The wine enters the throat, and the mellow aroma accompanied by spiciness blooms on the tip of the tongue, and then goes all the way down the throat.
This is a fine wine that can make Jiaolong drink a bit alcoholic.
Someone sat down opposite him, looking dusty. He is an old man with a white beard, a bit fairy-like, but he is staring at big sunglasses on his head. The summer sun is shining brightly, so it makes sense for this veteran to wear sunglasses without any fault.
"My little friend, are you drinking alone here?"
"Taoist?" Li Xi'an asked with a smile, "Are you not from here?"
"Hey! Don't care if I'm from here or not. I see my little friend is really lonely drinking alone, and I can't bear it, so let's share a wine table. How about it?" The old man stretched his neck and took out a gourd from his sleeve.
Even those tattered sleeves didn't look like they could fit a gourd the size of this man's head.
"As for me, I usually don't have many other hobbies, and I don't have many things to accompany me when I travel around. This gourd is just one piece." The old Taoist knocked on the gourd, making a heavy sound. It was filled with wine. "I think this wine is quite good. To be honest, it's still worse than what you put in your basket, little friend."
"If you don't mind, I'll invite you to have a drink!"
Li Xi'an took out a glass at random, scooped out half of the glass from the bamboo basket and sent it to the old Taoist.
"This is..."
"If you drink, drink. Taoist, you are too wordy." Li Xi'an said calmly.
"Hahahaha!" The old Taoist held up the wine glass, "It's true that I fell behind, so I will punish myself with one drink!"
One person and one Jiao were drinking and chatting there. The old Taoist was particularly enthusiastic. When he didn't touch the wine, he still had the taste of immortality. But when he touched the wine, he completely turned into a village uncle. His face was red and he said the same thing. over.
"This wine is so wonderful...so wonderful, so wonderful." The village man sighed and said it twice, shaking his head as he said, "But the method of making wine is not good, so this is not as good as ten The god of the mountain king in Wanda Mountain is really drunk.”
Li Xi'an raised his eyes, and the golden tide surged up.
"Su Chengzi of Jiangnan Xuanmiao Temple." said the old Taoist. "My little friend, no, you might as well report your home, what if I find the wrong one?"
In front of the house on the other side.
The bride, wearing a red hijab, came to receive her bride. Naturally, she was going to the ancestral home of the Zhao family. As the bridesmaid, Qing Yan also wore a festive dress and rarely wore exquisite makeup. After she came out of the room, she looked around. Most of the guests here knew this great demon king who was unparalleled in battle in Taihang Mountain. When Qing Yan looked over, they all nodded.
Qing Yan frowned.
The house was full of guests and friends, but there was no dragon in sight.
There will be another chapter later. In fact, there is also an exam today
But thinking that you won’t be able to celebrate Children’s Day, I can only update you and comfort your injured adult world.
(End of chapter)