The sunset slowly set, and lights had already risen in the huge Shanchan City, reflecting with the heroes under the night sky. Looking from the sky, the scenery was unique. The Panlong River water slapped the shore. Dao Yuxin finally got on the shore. Zuoji brought everyone to greet him. As mentioned earlier, Zuoji had no real power, so his status was naturally not as high as the leader of the five major villages. When facing everyone, Dao Yuxin did not express much. Only when he saw an old man in black behind the crowd was very upset, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Who is this?"

Dazuoji naturally would not answer. Dazuoji smiled and said, "It's a friend from the Central Plains, with a guest doll from the Master of Mingdian. It's the Songkran Festival, so I'm here to invite you to the banquet and everyone will have fun."

Dao Yuxin nodded in a clear way: "It turns out that I teach the guest, and I deserve to be entertained."

The old man replied with a smile: "I came from afar and was uneasy. My name is 'Shuoying'. I have long heard of the reputation of Dao Yuxin's village leader. Today I have seen the charm and my life is very comforted."

Dao Yuxin nodded, and took the lead in without saying anything. The old man was unhappy in his face. In terms of cultivation, he was all great masters. How could he lack the minimum etiquette? In terms of seniority, he was so arrogant than Dao Yuxin. So he had no idea of ​​Dao Yuxin.

Everyone entered the banquet, and the main seat was empty. It was the main seat of the leader Miao Buyan. Although Miao Buyan was not present, the name was still there. Dao Yuxin sat in the next seat, and the others sat down one after another. The audience was full of famous Dai people. At this time, the sound of fireworks was heard everywhere. Everyone looked up and looked up. Countless fireworks bloomed in the air on both sides of the Panlong River, colorful and graceful. Everyone drank the wine in the glass and started. First, the leader of the left and right sacrifice expressed his blessings and concern for the Dai people. These were unchanging polite words and were not worth laughing at. Then they began to discuss with everyone about the distribution of materials and personnel transfers this year. Everyone went back and forth, expressing their opinions, and it was lively. Only Dao Yuxin lowered his head and drank without saying a word, and occasionally ate some side dishes to make an appetizer. The atmosphere was harmonious for a while.

The old man in black saw it. It was natural that an outsider was not easy to interrupt when he was a member of the internal affairs of the teachings. The main goal had already reached an agreement with the left and right sacrifices, so it was Dao Yuxin. So he decided to use words to test the depth first, and then raised his glass and asked: "I'll ask the master of the village to enjoy the face and drink this cup."

Dao Yuxin raised his glass and drank it all. The old man clapped his hands and said, "Happy!" After that, he drank too.

Dao Yuxin asked, "Which sect and sect is Mr. Shuoying in the Central Plains?" As soon as this said, everyone became quiet and listened quietly to Dao Yuxin's speech.

"The people of the mountains and wild grass are just a corner. What are the faces to talk about the teacher?" The old man laughed, "I have lived for several years in vain. I am fortunate to see the leader of Mingdian. He is so heroic that he is enviable and has only gotten the token of the guest."

Dao Yuxin nodded and said nothing. Unexpectedly, the old man asked first: "I have lived in the mountains for a long time and are ignorant. If you have any questions about southern Xinjiang, please ask the leader of the village to give me advice?"

"The guests reception was hosted by two high priests from my teaching. Mr. Shuoying had any unknowns, so please ask them." Dao Yuxin ignored the old man at all.

Many people present felt that the old man was bored, and people like Dao Yuxin were simply unreasonable, but the old man sneered unhappily, and said another word not only saved his face, but also called Dao Yuxin's army: "People often say that the leader of Dao Yuxin's village can be good at fighting. When I see him today, it's true."

"Hmm?" Dao Yuxin was stunned.

Da Zuoji asked obediently: "Oh? My Dao Yuxin's reputation as the leader of Dao Yuxin has spread far to the Central Plains?" He would not miss any chance to make Dao Yuxin look ugly.

"Yes." The old man replied, "I don't know anything. I have always had words in the Central Plains. Those who are used to fighting are not familiar with literature and ink, just like beating drums from the mountains."

"How do you say it?" Dayouji asked.

"Pu, pu, pu." The old man replied with a smile, the homophonic meaning is "not connected, not connected", which is intended to mock Dao Yuxin for being shallow in literary talent and ignorant.

Dao Yuxin was indeed angry: "Yuxin is not talented, but self-confidence is not an ordinary martial artist. Since Mr. Shuoying can look at the little girl, please ask me."

"Okay." The old man asked immediately, "The road in southern Xinjiang is far away and there are few visits on weekdays, so I also asked the master of the village to teach me about the customs and conditions in southern Xinjiang."

Dao Yuxin was slightly silent and replied loudly: "Southern Xinjiang has been known as the "Nan of Colorful Clouds" since ancient times. It has many ethnic groups living together and embraces all kinds of beliefs and cultures. Buddhism has been prosperous and incense. Although it is not as prosperous as the Central Plains, it has a unique style. It revolves around the three hundred and two villages, with the heroes of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, the beauty of the six waters connected, the four seasons are like flowers and spring, and there is no worry of heat and cold. There are many ethnic groups' joys, the folk customs are simple, the flowers are blooming, the fields are intertwined, chickens and dogs hear each other, and the beautiful stone forests are unparalleled in the world. Looking down at Lijiang, Dali and other villages have rich products, which can be called the "Peach Blossom Spring" written by Mr. Wu Liu of the Central Plains." As soon as this was said, even the left and right sacrifices were praised. Dao Yuxin not only introduced southern Xinjiang, but also expressed his understanding of the Central Plains culture indirectly, refuted the old man's ridicule of Dao Yuxin's inconscientious words.

The old man did not give up and asked again: "How are the people in southern Xinjiang? How many people are there?"

Dao Yuxin laughed rare: "The martial arts have Duan Siping's founding power, the literary arts have Lan Mao's ancient genius, the political is Li Hui and Wang Zuo, and the sects also have the great power of the leader of my Mingdian. The three religions and nine ranks, the heroes gathered, and those who were outstanding from the same category are incredible. Yuxin is a mediocre talent. When the leader of Miao Yixiong did not abandon it, he was lucky to get the throne of this village. He was very incompetent, as if he was below... Humph, the number of cars in southern Xinjiang is difficult to estimate."

The answer was reasonable and reasonable, and the Zuoji never thought that Dao Yuxin not only surpassed the heroes, but also had such accomplishments in literary talent. The old man felt a sigh in his heart that this woman is really not simple, she can be literary and martial, and she advances and retreats in an orderly manner. No wonder Zuoji is so afraid. It is really not a false statement. If you want to take her today, you may have to go through a lot of trouble.

After three rounds of wine, Dayouji quietly said to Dao Yuxin: "How can the Lord of the Great Village during this period?"

Dao Yuxin thought to himself, and asked without hesitation: "It's okay to say something to the right priest, Yuxin has been waiting for a long time."

Everyone calmed down again, and Dayouji smiled and said, "Actually, the leader of the village was so powerful that he was lying on the battlefield in the past. Today, he lived in seclusion in the back mountain. Whenever he thought about this, he tossed and turned, restlessly sleeping and eating, and was deeply saddened, and he had an inappropriate statement. He also asked the leader of the village not to mind."

"Please give me advice." Dao Yuxin drank a glass of his own expressionless face.

Dayouji said seriously and slowly; "The leader of the village and the leader of Miao Yixiong are in the same siblings as brothers and sisters, which is admirable. Today, I believe that the spirit of the leader of Miao Yixiong in heaven will not be relieved. The so-called Master of the Cultivator said that his essence is no different from those of the practitioners of the Central Plains, and they all need to practice. The leader of the village simply became empty-handed and retreated in the back mountain without doing anything. It is better to have a high position early and end up in a leisurely and wander around the world. Wouldn't it be fun? It is sung later in life that Mingzhe abdicates the throne."

"Oh?" Dao Yuxin sneered, "Da Youji wants the little girl to hand over the military power."

In fact, this was discussed by the left and right. Dao Yuxin has dominated the Dai family for a long time. Although it is difficult to take her one person, it is not impossible to attack her in groups. The only trouble is that the Dai family's power is extraordinary. If it is difficult, the Baizhong Sect itself will suffer a lot, and Miao Buyan's whereabouts are unknown. If Dao Yuxin raises troops to attack each other at this time, Miao Buyan will definitely appear to reveal the old things. This is really troublesome. So today, in the name of a festival, set up a banquet at Hongmen, and discuss with Dao Yuxin first. If she handed over military power and left the sect, she would find an opportunity to destroy it. If she did not respond, she had to meet with her, take her down and force her to submit.
Chapter completed!