It was okay if she didn't say it, but her face turned even worse when she did.

Immortal Lord Hengwu smiled again at the corner of his mouth: "This is the power of the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation. No matter who joins the formation, they will gradually become like ordinary people in the formation."

This 'gradually' refers to the nine levels of illusion. Each time they enter the illusion, they will take a step towards the helpless mortals.

This is why so many people have entered the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation, but no one can get out alive.

Like Rong Shang, the more powerful people are, the more difficult it is for them to get out of the formation, because it is difficult for them to accept such a cliff-like gap.

On the contrary, it is easier for people like Yu Zhengzong, who have always been useless, to break through the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation.

Seeing the smile blooming on the face of Immortal Hengwu, Rong looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you feel very proud?"

His words were faintly mixed with a few sounds of "Guru, Guru, Guru". They were originally solemn words, but now they seem a bit funny.

Immortal Lord Hengwu is indeed very proud. This Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation is the most satisfactory one among the formations he created.

But he didn't dare to say any more. Yesterday, he had already had one of his legs pierced by the Ghost King, and he didn't want to be stabbed again today.

Someone outside the fence was holding a basket and shouted: "Are you passing by and staying here? There is a banquet for hundreds of families in Taohua Village today. Are you interested in joining us?"

Yu Zhengtong was stunned for a moment. This formation was quite advanced, and there was even an NPC guide for newbies.

She didn't know whether to accept the invitation, so she set her sights on Immortal Lord Hengwu.

Immortal Lord Hengwu is the creator of the formation, so he should know how to break the formation. All you have to do is wait for him to make a decision.

Apparently Rong Shang also thought so. The two of them cast their eyes on Immortal Hengwu at the same time, but when they made eye contact in the next moment, their eyes changed one after another.

The first person to look away was Yu Zongzong. Although she was not as afraid of him as before, she still did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

His eyes were dark, shining like cold stars, and like bottomless abyss, which looked extremely abrupt on his ordinary face.

She was a little confused. Although he was not very good-looking, he was still in his prime and should be as strong as a wolf. Why had she never seen a woman around him?

Could it be that...he is in trouble?

Seeing her turn her head away, Rong Shang raised his eyebrows for no apparent reason. Her face seemed a little red.

Why is she blushing?

Could it be that she felt embarrassed because she was caught peeking at him?

He chuckled lightly and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

As expected, little girls are shy easily.

Immortal Lord Hengwu couldn't stand the flirting between the two. He limped open the wooden door and accepted the visitor's invitation: "Is it now? That would be troublesome."

Several people who were originally in the bamboo house came out one after another.

An Ning must have been comforted, his expression has returned to normal, and he no longer has the tendency to seek death and life.

On the other hand, Shan Shui was a little distracted. She used to follow Xiang Feng step by step, but now she deliberately kept a distance from Xiang Feng.

Yu Zhengzong and his party followed Immortal Hengwu. Immortal Hengwu lost his cane and sword, and his calf was pierced with an ice edge. He was walking slowly at this moment, and the anxious people wanted to kill him.

Carry it and walk.

Xiang Feng had just lost his beloved sword and was angry at everything he looked at. He couldn't help but said: "Looking at the pace of Xianjun's walking, he seems a little unworthy of the title of Guardian God of Heaven."

This is tantamount to pouring salt on the wounds of Immortal Lord Hengwu. The once glorious patron saint has fallen into such a state that he can even walk with a limp. These words can be said to be a direct blow to the heart.

Immortal Lord Hengwu just paused for a moment, but was not angry. He had a warm smile on his face: "I told you yes to the protector, so now I am no longer the patron saint of heaven."

Xiang Feng originally wanted to fight with Immortal Lord Hengwu, but unexpectedly, this heavy blow was like hitting cotton, and there was no response at all.

Immortal Lord Hengwu stopped talking when he saw Xiang Feng. He was about to take a step forward when a flawless little hand stretched out in front of him.

He raised his head in confusion and saw an apricot pink skirt.

In Shan Shui's hand, she clutched a walking stick made of twisted bamboo. She usually liked to make small gadgets with her hands. Just now she saw that Hengwu Xianjun had difficulty walking, so she twisted a walking stick out of a few green bamboos.

Seeing that he didn't move, she directly stuffed the cane into his palm: "If it's not suitable for use, I will make a new cane for you later."

Immortal Lord Hengwu lowered his eyes over Bai Lian's eyes and looked at the emerald green cane. There seemed to be a faint warmth left in his palm.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said warmly: "The little girl is still considerate."

Shan Shui smiled at him and said nothing.

Xiang Feng looked at that smile, and her heart felt like it was being pulled into a ball. Shan Shui rarely paid attention to others because she only had eyes for him.

He disliked Immortal Lord Hengwu very much, especially because this man had a glib tongue and seemed to have no good intentions towards the landscape.

With the walking stick, Immortal Lord Hengwu indeed walked faster than before. After a while, they came to an open grassland.

The grassland is about the size of half a football field, and is surrounded by cherry-colored peach groves. When the wind blows gently, it is a beautiful sight of fallen flowers.

There were countless long, square tables in the middle of the grass. The villagers were busy serving food, with simple and honest smiles on their faces. Yu Zhengzong couldn't help but think of the food she had when she was a child and her parents attended a wedding in the countryside.

A great feast.

She felt a little nostalgic. It was not the end of the world at that time, her parents were still alive, and she was just an ordinary female student.

They happened to be sitting at the same table. The villagers in Taohua Village were very enthusiastic and proactive. When they saw guests coming, they immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted them.

A man with a goatee in a white coarse shirt came over. He held a pot of wine in his hand and said with a kind smile: "I am the village chief of Taohua Village. Today our Taohua Village is holding a banquet for hundreds of families. I heard that there are distinguished guests coming from afar.

Come, I will send someone specially to invite you to the Hundred Family Banquet."

The village chief briefly introduced himself. He looked around and set his eyes on Rong Shang: "This distinguished guest looks kind-hearted, and he looks a bit like my brother who has been away from home for more than ten years."

Rong Shang raised his eyebrows and spoke out a syllable from between his teeth slowly: "Oh?"

The village chief picked up the wine glass, with tears in his eyes: "I am ashamed of my brother, and there are many things I want to tell him in my heart, but unfortunately I am afraid I will not have the chance."

"If this distinguished guest doesn't mind, can you have a drink with me? It will make up for the regret in my heart."

Rong Shang looked at the clear wine in the glass with a slightly lazy expression.

It would be a bit boring to play some drugged tricks.

He raised his bony palm, slightly bent his thin knuckles, tapped the jade porcelain wine glass, put it to his lips and sniffed it twice.

There was a smile on Rong Shang's lips, but there was an unbreakable coldness in his eyes: "Good wine."

It is indeed a good wine, this is the best Qiulu Bai.

To make this Autumn Dew White, you need to place the vessel on the grass in autumn, collect the dew dripping from the branches and leaves in the early morning, and then use the dew to brew wine through several processes. This wine has a sweet and pure taste, which is extremely rare and rare.

The village chief's smile is sincere, and the wine is a rare and fine wine, so why shouldn't he drink it?

Rong Shang raised his arm slightly and leaned the wine glass towards his lips.

Before he could touch his thin lips, his arm was held down by a hand as white as jade. He narrowed his long eyes and lazily raised his eyelids.

Yu Zhengzong gritted his teeth and pressed his arm back on the wooden table: "You can't drink. Have you forgotten that you had a red rash all over your body after drinking last time?"

She didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but this was all too weird.

Although she has never eaten Baijia Banquet, she has heard about the process of Baijia Banquet. Usually before the banquet, the locals will serve a bowl of oil tea.

She saw oil tea on a table not far away. Since this thing exists, it means that Baijia Banquet does have this rule.

If these villagers were really enthusiastic, why didn't they bring the oil tea when they saw them sitting down?

There are rules for toasting at Baijia Banquet, but local women toast men with low-alcohol and mild glutinous rice wine.

Not to mention the village chief, an old man came over to propose a toast. Since they were guests, the village chief bluntly said that the ghost king looked very similar to his brother who had left his hometown. Isn't this a very rude and rude thing?

No matter what, there must be something wrong with this wine.

The Ghost King had rescued her once in Shayu Valley, and had just rescued her again in the Bamboo House. If she had stayed out of the incident and watched him drink it even though she knew there was something wrong with the wine...

Yu Zhengtong pressed the fingertips of his sleeves, which were slightly white because they were clenched too hard.

She was sweating coldly behind her, but she still forced herself to be calm and said: "If you have a red rash and are screaming and feeling itchy, you'd better not drink this wine."

The village chief hesitated: "Who is this?"

Yu Zhengzong was about to tease his 'godfather', but he raised the corners of his lips and chuckled: "My wife is very strict in discipline. I'm afraid I won't be able to drink this glass of wine."

Yu Zhengzong: "..." Who is your wife? Why don't you say I am your underwear?!

The village chief smiled meaningfully: "I understand, and so does my wife."

He did not force Rong Shang to drink any more, but only said a few polite words: "You can eat and drink with confidence. If the hospitality is not good, please don't blame me."

After that, he took the wine bottle and went to another table.

The villagers who had just stopped to watch them continued to work on their hands. Because they were sitting far away and the dishes had not yet been placed on the table, the enthusiastic villagers took the lead in filling their tables.

Not long after, the villagers finished their work and sat down one after another. After drinking a bowl of oil tea, the Hundred Family Banquet began.

Initially, they thought they were eating from their own tables, but the villagers did not stay at their tables for too long. They took their plates and started walking around to pick up food.

Even the uneaten dishes on their table were taken away by some villagers with chopsticks.

Yu Zhengzong looked at the big fish and meat on the table and couldn't help but swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva. She didn't eat all day yesterday and now she was so hungry that she could hardly walk.

Although she was drooling, she didn't dare to move her chopsticks.

She looked at Immortal Lord Hengwu: "Why doesn't Immortal Lord eat?"
To be continued...