135. The Full Moon Banquet

"Mr. Tian! Is Mr. Tian in?!"
In the morning, in the guesthouse of the Chariot and Cavalry General's Mansion in Xuchang, Tian Feng, styled Yuanhao, was sipping tea and admiring the flowers when he heard a rough, booming shout from outside.
Tian Feng gave a light sigh and called back that he was in.
Several months ago, Yuan Shao led his troops on a southern expedition. Tian Feng had vehemently opposed it, declaring that the campaign would undoubtedly end in failure. This infuriated Yuan Shao, who had him thrown into a dark cell.
A little over a month ago, while he was imprisoned in Ye City, his days had been leisurely, carefree, and without a worry.
That being said, while the mysterious was appealing, it was not easily approachable. The Minxue of the present appeared much more lovable by comparison.
Right behind a patch of grass along the riverbank, an old man wearing a casual long-sleeved shirt was puffing on a cigarette, leisurely soaking up the sun.
It was said like this first. When Juzhi nodded and Xia Yun also smiled and greeted them, their gazes fell upon Juzhi, staring right at him. The two of them were also somewhat curious about Juzhi.
Everyone watched with their own eyes as Elder Yan's palm unexpectedly began to turn continuously into wisps of white light. His skin, bones, and blood seemed to undergo transformation in a single fleeting moment.
Listening to Lan's heartwarming whispers, Yang Fan frantically shoved potato chips into his mouth, turning those few phrases over and over in his mind.
"Look, I told you it was very simple!" Silu twirled the revolver around his finger with a hint of smugness, then stowed it back into his pack with a rather dashing posture.
"Don't stand on ceremony, come eat together, they're all meat-filled dumplings." Demutu wouldn't bother thinking about such things; he just patted the steamer basket and said.
This was the second time. Juzhi frowned, looking at Su Yile with a complicated gaze; he did not like the tone of voice Su Yile used.
He first inquired about the illness of Fourth Mother and the others, then sat in the courtyard waiting for people whose family members had visited the gang to come exchange livestock here, though he had no bottom-line certainty whether the cultivators he visited would actually come.
"What is there to fear! Our martial arts are not low, at worst we'll fight to the finish!" Minglong said, his slightly raised chin revealing his self-confidence.
"I am telling you this because, although you are grinning and joking, your nature is not bad and you possess a sliver of righteousness. If you pull such stunts again, you need not go at all. Never come to see me again!" Linghu Yixue flashed a look of mild anger as she spoke to Ye Feng.
The travel-worn fatigue from earlier was thoroughly swept away. Pushing open the door and stepping into the courtyard, he saw that Wang Ting had already risen, sitting in the courtyard with his chin resting in his hand in a daze. Wang Jie walked forward at a leisurely pace.
"Captain Blood Rose, I would like to ask you about something..." Night Shadow knocked on Ouyang Yanran's door and said.
Solving problems and coordinating conflicts cannot be achieved overnight; it always requires a process. This process is rarely a one-time affair, but rather repeats itself continuously as new problems and new conflicts emerge, implying that social relations must be constantly readjusted.
Those cultivators of the Talisman Dao Sect stood there one by one, dejected and listless with hollow eyes, locked in place, not daring to move a single inch.
"What does Old Lü mean by this?" Neither Zhao Guodong nor Zhang Wu understood, and could only consult Lü Fangjun, who had spent time within the educational system.
"Xuan'er, how did you end up like this?" Having said that, he instinctively squatted down, wanting to pull his son into his embrace, only to be met with Xuanming's ice-cold expression. That was not an expression a child should have; he could clearly see the intense hatred in Xuanming's eyes.
Daoist Xuanji had not expected the Hu merchants from the capital to speak so highly of the New City, so he asked, "Some of the practices in the New City do not seem to align with the laws of the Great Tang. I wonder how the few of you view this?"
Should any accident befall the Emperor at this moment, leaving aside whether Shangguan Hong possessed the capability for a comeback, the Crown Prince alone would not let him go. Viewed in this light, Zhongli Shuo indeed had every reason to exert a bit more pressure.
A pungent smell of blood permeated the entire arena, and several Green-Phoenix Lions, split cleanly in half, left their entrails spilling all over the ground.
Hearing these words, the crowd grew even more terrified, lowering their heads one after another. Everyone knew that Empress Jiang of kindness and benevolence in Weiyang Palace was a taboo subject that must not be mentioned. Yet this greenhorn from the northern lands dared to speak to His Majesty in such a manner; he was truly courting death.