Jinzha and Muzha came to the southern capital, but Huang Tianhua had not returned, and Guangchengzi was still in seclusion. As disciples, it is truly impossible for them to leave alone, and with Guangchengzi's status in the Chuanqi Sect, there is no need to curry favor with Nüwa.
In the public house of Han Gong, Deng Jiugong, Huang Feihu, Su Huhe and Huang Guifei were playing mahjong.
Mahjong was also invented by "Fengchu" Deng Chan Yu.
This game is quite innovative. After a large group of martial heroes understand the rules, they form four-person teams to play nearby.
Deng Jiugong said with a bit of casualness, "The emissary of Bo Xikao's appeal letter has come twice today. It seems that they can't hold on any longer. Three thousand."
Huang Feihu was taken aback: "Are we sending Thirty-thousand Reinforcements? From Hanzhong?"
Deng Jiugong felt a bit embarrassed to play a card and said, "I mean, this card is worth thirty thousand. I'm just worried that if Xichqi falls, our good days will be over."
"Big brother don't worry." Su Huhe stroked his big beard: "I've fought at Xichqi City before. It's high and thick-walled, it can hold out for a long time. Ji Chang that old man looks like he's buried in the ground, but he's actually very resilient. I think I'm overdoing it. Hehehe, pay up! Pay up!"
The audience at the Heavenly Palace of Nuwa couldn't help but smile. Xichqi has such allies, it's truly cursed to the eighth generation. Nuwa even specially turned the camera of the Watch-the-Sky Mirror to the side of Xichqi. One look and, ah, my goodness! The Shang army had charged up the city walls several times, even with Bo Yikao such a graceful gentleman donning armor and brandishing a spear to lead his troops in battle.
Nuwa shook her head, she didn't like bloodshed, but the festival was more attractive. She turned the camera back.
Deng Xiu and Huang Jia's little sister-in-law have been married for nearly four years. Now they have a son named Deng Huan, who is the first of the third generation of Deng's family.
The young couple didn't attend their parents' mahjong competition; instead, they brought their child along and organized a lantern riddle guessing event.
Mei Bao old man held a piece of paper and a pen, standing next to Jiao Gol. They guessed the answers to the lantern riddles, some of which they got right, while others they got wrong.
Deng Chan Yu invited Daji and organized a grand musical and dance performance on the spot. They played the piano and musical instruments while standing by. The hundreds of palace maidens who were saved by Jiao Gol before, each with their fair faces and figures, were at least above average in appearance. Now they were dancing gracefully to the music, filling the main hall with springlike scenes everywhere.
In fact, dancing is still Changle's specialty, but after the Red Line Incident, the Deng family has been a bit reluctant to go to heaven recently.
Daji's control over musical instruments is just average, but she has a great talent for dancing. She also summoned several musicians for Deng Chan Yu's team and danced herself, serving as the lead dancer.
Daji's appearance dominated the entire field. With the beat of the music, she moved her body, and from a distance, her graceful figure indeed had a slight hint of a fine branch holding fruit.
"Such beauty in the world! Even I feel sorry for her. Cousin sister Chan Yu, can we join in? We wonder." The three Xiao women rode clouds to the southern capital, accompanied by Shijie Niangniang. Upon seeing Daji's appearance, Yun Xiao and Qiong Xiao were amazed, while Bi Xiao casually asked.
"It was for the celebration hosted by the Saint that we are here. The arrival of the four immortals is most welcomed by Chan Yu."
The three Xiao sisters have always been very respectful to Nuwa, and they are welcome to come and celebrate together. No one can say anything against it.
Shijie was originally just a piece of stone, which was refined by Nuwa to take on form. It's not an exaggeration to call her a regenerated parent. Even if she's the most introverted, she would come over at this time to express her heartfelt wishes.
Deng Chan Yu welcomed the arrival of the immortals, and this time, there was no pesky Zhao Gongming following the San Xiao sisters, which was yet another piece of good news.
Qiong Xiao is also good at dancing, and she danced with Daji. Yun Xiao played the jade flute according to Deng Chan Yu's rhythm.
Bi Xiao saw that there were many interesting things on the scene, so she quickly abandoned her two sisters, behaving like a child and playing around by herself.
Shijie did not understand music or dancing, so Deng Chan Yu "invented" the game of throwing a handkerchief for her. Nezha's fourth sister, Huang Feihu's young son, and her own great nephew Deng Huan were all around the same age. It was just right to let Shijie take a few children to play on the side.
Shen Gongbao secretly arrived in the southern capital amidst the bustling scene of the main venue.
Xichqi City had been besieged for more than twenty days, and the city's residents were too numerous. They were running out of grain, but Daoxing Tianzun's disciple Han Duolong and Xie Hu brought treasure buckets to save the emergency. The treasure bucket looked like a palm-sized container, but it could pour out endless rice and grain, which helped to ease Xichqi's plight.
Shen Gongbao broke out of Xichqi City at this time, with two tasks in mind: one was to urgently request the Han Kingdom to send troops for relief, and the other was to find the trace of Yang Jian, who had been missing for over twenty days, which was extremely mysterious.
As for whether Shen Gongbao had any thoughts of taking advantage of the situation to escape, that remains to be seen.
He was still about 10 li away from the southern capital. Standing on the hill, he could see the bustling scene of cymbals and drums, as well as the simultaneous sound of firecrackers within the city.
He was a bit bewildered. Was it so lively?
The sound of drums was faintly audible. Was it also being attacked by the excellent troops of the Great Shang?
Suddenly, a gruff voice rang out next to him.
"Hmm, you there, disciple of the Sanjiao sect, sneaking around like that, planning some mischief?"
Who?
Shen Gongbao had a sense of being startled by an arrow, instinctively wanting to slit his throat. He planned to use the technique of 'killing with one stroke that is not intended', trying to confuse the enemy. As he drew his sword halfway, he quickly sheathed it again because he recognized the immortal who spoke. It was Zhao Gongming, the eldest disciple of the severs branch of Juejiao Sect!
He still has his pride. In the eyes of disperse immortals like Qiao Kun and Xiao Sheng, he is a disciple of a sage and has prospects for the Great Dao. But in front of Zhao Gongming, he is nothing at all. Not to mention his forty years of cultivation, even if he practiced for four hundred or four thousand more years, he wouldn't be able to match even a finger of Zhao Gongming's power.
His circle of friends is basically at the "refining qi and condensing essence" level of immortals. Anyone higher, he would like to befriend, but those people are either extraordinary in origin or have inherited the doctrines of great sects. They no longer pay attention to him.
He quickly bowed, "Shen Gongbao greets Master Zhao."
He knew too many people in the Juejiao Sect, and he understood their characters well. In general, if one is polite, it will not cause trouble.
Zhao Gongming let out a sigh. Abandoned by his sisters, he had to sit alone in the barren mountains, pouring his own wine and drinking it alone, how pitiful it was!
However, he indeed could not attend the celebration hosted by Nuwa, without a reason, and his identity was somewhat sensitive. Yun Xiao suggested that he return to the mountain to practice first.
Where could he return to? He couldn't even go inside. He could only stand outside and wait in vain.
Seeing Shen Gongbao looking around stealthily at the southern capital, he immediately called this unfortunate person to his presence.
"Drink with me."
"Of course, Master. Please."
Shen Gongbao is also a master at the table, able to create a lively atmosphere, and has points for talents such as entertaining and urging others to drink.
They were drinking in silence, but with his goading, Zhao Gongming felt that he wasn't so lonely anymore: "You, the expounder of the Sanjiao sect, are actually quite good. Come on, what brings you here?"
