Chapter 71 State Banquet

At noon, the sun curled up the leaves, and the cicadas kept clamoring, adding a layer of irritation to the stuffy weather.

In the wide carriage, He Yiming, who was sitting opposite Shui Xuanjin, glanced outside the carriage.

During the New Year, he was ordered to follow his uncle to go to the Yuan family in Jinlin. It was still the cold winter month and heavy snow was flying. But now in the blink of an eye, the weather has become hotter.

In half a year, it was just a trance.

He turned to look at Shui Xuanjin opposite him. The old man knew that his life would not last long, but he could not feel any depressed breath from him.

If it weren't for his perception of being a powerful innate man, he would never believe that the body of the lively and cheerful old man in front of him was declining at a rapid speed.

As if he sensed He Yiming's gaze, Shui Xuanjin opened his eyes closed and rested, and smiled and said, "Brother He, I am an old man who is about to be buried, not a big girl like a flower. What do you think I am?" As he said that, the old man even blinked twice, with a kind-hearted and tragic look in his eyes.

Although the two of them had only met a few times and had known each other for less than three days, for some reason, they were quite in love.

This may be because Shui Xuanjin knew that his life would not last long, so he let go of everything, while He Yiming's mood became much more complicated, but the only thing that is certain is that he has a real favorable impression of this old man.

At this moment, after hearing the old man's teasing, He Yiming suddenly remembered the scene in the study yesterday. His face turned slightly red and said, "Brother Shui, how did you know?"

He was filled with surprise. With his cultivation and strength, he didn't even notice this old man, which seemed unlikely.

Shui Xuanjin laughed loudly, and his agile ears suddenly started to move.

These ears seemed to have come alive, but they gradually expanded and eventually became the same size as when He Yiming first met.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, then the first feeling must be that he had encountered a monster. If a colleague from the 21st century traveled here, he would definitely think that the old man in front of him was transformed by a pig demon.

But He Yiming knew that the reason why the old man was able to achieve such a horrific level was only because he had practiced Shunfenger, the innate magical skill, to the peak.

Even when ordinary people are glaring and pulling their scalp, their ears will be slightly stretched and contracted, and the innate powerhouses are even more exaggerated. They can fully control every part of their body. Just like after He Yiming practiced the bone transformation technique, he can only stretch one head in the acquired realm, but when he reaches the innate realm, not to mention one head, even two heads will have no problem.

Shunfeng Er is an innate technique, so it is not an exaggeration to have your ears enlarged and slightly exaggerated when you reach the peak of your cultivation.

Looking at these ears without wind, He Yiming's heart suddenly became clear and said, "Shangfeng ears?"

Shui Xuanjin laughed loudly, with indescribable joy in her laughter, and said, "Brother He, although Shunfeng Er doesn't have much effect in actual combat, it is an innate technique after all. If you can't even hear this little movement, can it still be listed as a innate technique?"

He Yiming's face slightly darkened and he said, "Are you monitoring me?"

Shui Xuanjin waved her hands repeatedly and said, "I just heard a little noise when I was practicing qigong every day. How could I monitor you specifically?"

His tone was calm and selfless, and his eyes were as clear as water, and there was no such turbidity as an ordinary old man.

He Yiming nodded slightly, for no reason, he believed the old man's words. Although there was no evidence, he believed it.

However, looking at these ears, He Yiming felt extremely envious. He made up his mind that after he went back today, he must learn this technique.

As if seeing He Yiming's thoughts, Shui Xuanjin sighed lightly and said, "Brother He, I know you want to learn this technique, but this technique is not the power of the five elements after all. If you don't have the natural physique suitable for practicing wind-based techniques, I'm afraid that no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to learn the essence of it in the end."

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of He Yiming's mouth and said, "I understand, thank you Brother Shui for your advice."

Shui Xuanjin shook his head, and he could naturally see that He Yiming did not really give up, but it would be better to make him hit a nail. Only by suffering a loss can he truly remember this lesson.

The carriage finally stopped. They had already come out of Shaomingju and entered the Tianluo Kingdom royal family.

After getting off the carriage, He Yiming's eyes turned and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the power of the Tianluo Kingdom was indeed greater than that of the Huowu Kingdom.

In front of them, the main hall made of red bricks stands tall, and the white stone steps are divided into left and right sides. In the middle is a giant dragon with the same staircase, giving people a sense of majesty and solemnity.

In front of the carriage, it was the prince Yu Xiaoyi who came to greet him in person.

In front of Shui Xuanjin, Yu Xiaoyi had no airs of the prince at all, but was respectfully like his disciple. After seeing the old man come down, he immediately stepped forward and gently supported the old man's arm. His movements were so smooth that it was obviously not the first time he did such a thing.

Shui Xuanjin nodded slightly to him, with the old man's doting for his children and grandchildren in his eyes.

After touching this gaze, He Yiming actually thought of Bao Ye who was fighting the tenth level of internal energy in Hejiazhuang at this moment. I wonder if he had succeeded successfully.

I climbed up the stairs and soon arrived in front of the Longting Hall. Looking up, there were four clawed dragons entrenched on the roof. There was a pearl in the middle of the two dragons. The two dragons looked back and looked up at the pearls that were close at hand with greedy eyes, and stretched out their huge claws...

This sculpture of two dragons playing with pearls is vivid and can almost be faked and real.

He Yiming's eyes stayed on it for a while before he took it back.

In the hall, dragons and phoenixes dance on purple-red pillars, carved lifelikely and appear vividly, and are about to appear. The murals on the four walls of the hall are colorful and dazzling.

In the hall, there were seats divided by ancient rituals. There were already hundreds of seats in the entire hall. He Yiming glanced at him and immediately saw that among these people, there were uncle He Quanxin and He Yitian.

He was slightly stunned. It was indeed a bit unexpected that he could come here as theirs.

He Quanxin and his son nodded slightly to He Yiming, but sat in the back seat and did not step forward.

He Yiming also nodded slightly, but his eyes did not stop on them too much, because he had seen the innate powerful man sitting on a seat in the hall.

Every innate strong man is different, they all have their own temperament. The innate strong man sitting in the hall at this moment is a man with a strong sense of existence.

He sat peacefully in a corner of the hall, but what anyone saw and sensed at the first glance seemed to be the middle-aged man in this corner.

He was wearing a rare crimson robe, like a huge light bulb, emitting endless light and heat, reminding everyone of attention at all times.

This is the first time He Yiming has seen such a person who has maintained his momentum at this level without restraint.

However, after sensing his momentum, He Yiming had to admit that this person was indeed qualified to be arrogant. Because the powerful aura sensed from him was definitely the only one to see in his life. Even the three innate powerful men He Yiming had met seemed to be inferior.

Although this person looks middle-aged, He Yiming has heard Xue Lie say that this person's real age is nearly 100 years old.

However, for the innate strong man, this age is not very big. If nothing unexpected happens, he will have at least a hundred years of life.

Shui Xuanjin and He Yiming entered the hall almost at the same time. The moment they entered the hall, the person immediately opened his eyes.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and powerful innate true energy filled his eyes, and his sharp eyes slashed like a blade.

Yu Xiaoyi, who was supporting the old man, accidentally raised her eyes and touched the gaze and suddenly felt her eyes sting, as if she was being stabbed by a needle.

He was so upset that he knew that this was a contest at the level of a strong man, and he was just an unlucky person who was caught in the vortex.

Although he closed his eyes immediately, the uncomfortable feeling did not fade away immediately. Erxing Qingle immediately slid down his handsome face.

He Yiming's face was slightly dark. He stepped forward and actually grabbed Shui Xuanjin. He raised his hands and suddenly formed a seal.

The fingers intertwined, as if there was a strange vortex suddenly on his hand. The palms trembled like a big drum, and an invisible and colorless true energy bounced out instantly.

When he dealt with Lu Xinwen, the true energy he stimulated could not reach a silent and invisible level. However, after reading the true version of the Voldemortem and the Yunyu Seal, he made subtle improvements to his sealing method. The needle-shaped true energy stimulated in the hidden needle seal is not only more powerful, but also more difficult to detect and avoid.

Cheng Fu's face changed slightly. He had just tried and did not really take action. But he didn't expect that the other party would start fighting immediately without saying a word. This was too lacking in the demeanor of a powerful innate person.

He snorted coldly and waved his hand. The clothes he was wearing were wide and thick, especially his sleeves, which were far beyond a piece.

When he waved his hand, his sleeves suddenly turned into a red ocean, facing He Yiming's needle-shaped true energy.

A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the hall, as if it was a collision of metal and stone, crisp and pleasant.

He Yiming's eyes raised slightly, and then he heard Shui Xuanjin's voice ringing behind him: "I have long heard of Brother Cheng's long gown is made up of fire silk and steel wire taken from active volcanoes. Although it is not a treasure, it is hard to hurt even if it is a treasure. Now, it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

He Yiming's heart moved slightly, knowing that Shui Xuanjin's words were for him.

If you fight Cheng Fu empty-handedly, you will inevitably suffer a big loss when you don’t know the background of this long gown.

Cheng Fu stood up slowly, he looked at Shui Xuanjin quietly, and after a moment, he said, "Brother Shui has been awarded for the prize. A small long gown is really not as good as Brother Shui's Dharma eyes."

Shui Xuanjin smiled slightly, reached out to Yu Xiaoyi's temple and rubbed it gently for a few times. Yu Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief and opened her eyes. Although her eyes were still a little red and swollen, it was no big deal.

He lowered his head and whispered: "Thank you uncle."

Shui Xuanjin pressed hard on his hand, and then entered the seat with He Yiming.

When he entered the table, the old man chuckled and said, "Brother He, thank you for your help."

He Yiming smiled awkwardly and said, "It's him who has sniffed my face, it has nothing to do with you."

As soon as Cheng Fu entered the hall, he immediately provoked without restraint, clearly trying to force Shui Xuanjin to take action.

He Yiming knew that Shui Xuanjin's physical condition was definitely not suitable for being enemies with masters of the same level, so he immediately took the lead, but how could this idea be hidden from the old and immortal Shui Xuanjin?

The two of them looked at each other and understood each other. The old and the young felt that they met too late, especially He Yiming. Once he thought that the other party’s lifespan was not long, perhaps only a few years, his heart would be slightly sore.

Some people have only met once, just like friends for many years, and they talked very easily. But some people, even if they meet every day, are still strangers.

The feelings between people are definitely the most elusive thing in the world, and there is no reason.

Even He Yiming himself was a little strange. What he did was indeed a bit irrational. However, if you have to consider the consequences in everything, then living would be too boring.

Above the seat next to Cheng Fu are two handsome men and women. They look only about twenty years old and have a somewhat similar appearance, but they have a graceful and luxurious atmosphere that makes people dare not look at them.

When He Yiming's eyes fell on the two of them, the two bowed slightly on the table at the same time.

Although these two people have noble identities, they are unwilling to be rude in front of the innate strong men, and they are even more unwilling to inexplicably provoke the innate strong men because of a small matter.

A crisp bell rang leisurely, and then an old man in gorgeous clothes walked in from the back hall surrounded by several people.

When he appeared in the hall, except for the three innate powerful men, everyone in the hall stood up, including the two young men and women. However, unlike the others who bowed and bowed, these two were just bent down to greet them.

The old man did not sit down immediately, but came to Shui Xuanjin first and said apologetically: "Uncle, these are Master Cheng Fu from Kairong, as well as His Highness the Third Prince and the Fifth Princess. They want to meet you no matter what, so they have to work on your great deeds. Please forgive me."

Shui Xuanjin smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, it is also my honor to be able to meet the Kairong royal family and the national protection master. You are so worried."

He Yiming naturally knew that this was Yu Ruipei, the contemporary king of Tianluo Kingdom. He didn't expect that he would respect Shui Xuanjin so much as his Majesty. But when he thought about it, he immediately realized that Shui Xuanjin was a friendship between previous generations of kings, and he almost lived in the capital of Tianluo Kingdom for the rest of his life. These kings and so on can be said to be all he saw as he grew up. This relationship is naturally far from comparable to other kings and the masters of the country protection.

After seeing Shui Xuanjin, Yu Ruipei's eyes fell on He Yiming, and a sincere smile immediately appeared, saying, "Master He, it is a blessing for our country to be able to invite your big carriage."

He Yiming bent down slightly and said, "Your Majesty, you are so praising me."

When facing the lord of a country, He Yiming could not be as calm and arrogant as Shui Xuanjin. After all, he is over 200 years old. In comparison, He Yiming, who is only sixteen years old, has much weaker confidence.
To be continued...