RPAGF Chapter 108: New and Old Meeting
Chapter 108: New and Old Meeting
Two days later, it was the opening day of the Golden Palace Banquet. Before Lu Zhaozhao left the inn, he heard the bustling sounds outside.
After a simple tidy up, she pushed open the door. Many disciples also stayed in this inn. At this time, they were walking outside in groups of three or four, arm in arm.
The open space of Wenyuan Academy today is completely different from what it was two days ago.
The gate of the academy has not been opened yet, and the open space is crowded with people. Most of the people present are independent cultivators or people who come to join in the fun, but the space is still filled.
"Boom boom boom——"
A sound was heard from the bell tower. When the hour of Chen arrived, a ray of golden light broke through the clouds and hit the sundial. A row of disciples appeared and the door of the academy slowly opened from the inside.
A group of disciples came out of the gate. They lined up in eight rows and walked out, holding wooden tablets. Their hair was combed back and tied into a big bun at the back of their heads with a hairpin as a bow. They also wore a jade filling on the top of their heads, with tassels tied under their chins in front of their ears on both sides. They were wearing cross-collared clothes with wide cuffs and right-side "deep clothes". They were wrapped around their bodies in multiple layers and dragged on the ground in the shape of a "swallow tail". Their belts were fastened with hooks and rings. The patterns on their clothes were filled with red and black lacquer.
After they stood still, Lu Zhaozhao suddenly felt a breeze blowing past her ears. She looked around and saw stone platforms appearing in the air. Each platform was filled with people. The people on the platforms wore the same clothes, but the clothes on each platform were different. It was obvious that people from various sects gathered here.
Lu Zhaozhao saw Emperor Huizong of Qing at the front at a glance, with Yun Xian leading the way, followed closely by Ying Che and Nian Zhi. A large number of white-robed disciples held weapons in one hand and had one hand behind their backs. How solemn this thousand-year-old sect was!
The sound of bells, drums and jade chimes was heard, and the standing disciples moved to the music, dancing and singing.
"The deer calls, feeding on wild apples. I have guests, playing the harp and the flute. The flute and the reeds, carrying the basket, are the generals. People who love me, show me around.
Deers are calling, eating wild wormwood. I have a distinguished guest, whose virtue is very clear. He does not look down on the people, and the gentleman is a role model. I have fine wine, and the distinguished guest is entertained with it.
Deer call, feeding on wild safflower. I have guests, playing the harp and the zither. Playing the harp and the zither, the music is harmonious and profound. I have fine wine to please the guests."
The singing voices spread far and wide. Wenyuan Academy sang songs to the banquet guests with the Eight-Legged Dance Ceremony, which was magnificent and awe-inspiring.
Even the most polite person would be filled with awe when seeing such a grand scene.
As the music died down, the dancing disciples slowly stopped, bowed to the guests, and then parted ways to make way.
Master Bu Lu and Qing Songzi walked out side by side. Behind Master Bu Lu were his eight disciples, including Master Bai Yuan. Behind Qing Songzi were his disciples, with Yue Cong leading the way.
After descending the long steps, they first bowed, and then Qingsongzi spoke: "Today is a grand event, and the guests are all present. Our academy is honored. Now that the auspicious time has arrived, the Golden Palace Feast officially begins!"
This single statement stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone present was filled with excitement.
A disciple acted as the ceremonial officer, loudly calling out to everyone from each sect, first the sect members and then the independent cultivators.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Zhaozhao also went to where Emperor Huizong of Qing was.
If possible, she actually wanted to go in by herself, but she was a disciple of Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty after all, and could not register as a casual cultivator, so naturally she did not have an invitation to enter.
At this time, the disguise on her face had been completely removed, and she had changed into Qinghui clothing. She held a long sword in her hand, and her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. The wind blew her sleeves.
"I've met senior sister."
The Qinghui disciple nearby saw her from afar and immediately greeted her, which also attracted the attention of others.
Ying Che's solemn expression relaxed the moment he saw her, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Yun Xian's expression remained calm. Lu Zhaozhao saluted him, and he nodded in response.
"Senior Sister." Nian Zhi called softly, took a step back and gave up her seat in the front row.
Lu Zhaozhao also smiled and nodded at her, as if there had never been any conflict between them.
When she returned to the team, the ceremonial officer shouted, "Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty enters the hall."
The stone platform began to move and entered from the middle of the academy's gate. Thousands of eyes gathered on the stage and behind it.
"Wow, she's actually Lu Zhaozhao. It's a good thing I didn't say anything unpleasant back then."
In the crowd, a man with a golden abacus on his waist muttered softly.
The stone platform fell down, and the people on the platform slowly walked down. Not far away were Master Bu Lu and other people from Wenyuan.
Yun Xian bowed to Master Bu Lu and Qing Songzi respectively, and Qing Songzi also returned the greeting to him.
Lu Zhaozhao and Master Bai Yuan's eyes met. He nodded at Lu Zhaozhao with a familiar attitude. Lu Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, but still returned the greeting out of courtesy.
Ying Che, who was standing beside him, was a little curious. He bent down slightly and asked, "When did Junior Sister become acquainted with Fellow Cultivator Bai?"
"We just met once by chance." Lu Zhaozhao replied in a low voice.
With Lu Zhaozhao's identity, it was indeed only that one time with Minghai.
"Junior brother, do you know the fairy of Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty?" The brothers around Master Bai Yuan were also a little curious. After all, he had always been known to be unapproachable in the academy. Even though he had become a little less so in recent years, the stereotype was too deep to be completely corrected for a while.
"I've seen him a few times." Master Bai Yuan replied, his answer was vague.
Behind him, people from the sect kept coming in, so Qingsongzi asked his disciples to lead the way and took Emperor Huizong of Qing and others inside.
Lu Zhaozhao took the seat behind Yun Xian and watched the sect members enter quietly.
Countless people poured in, from Tianyin Sect, Zhuoyan Valley, Qinghe Sect...
And, the Sword Tomb.
Lu Zhaozhao sat up straight and cast a burning gaze at the sword tomb.
This sect, which was once famous outside the domain, has gradually faded away in recent years, but has become famous again thanks to the master of the weapon.
Many people stretched their necks, wanting to catch a glimpse of the legendary owner of the weapon, who was ranked third by Zhezhishanren.
A red-robed man who looked out of place among the blue-robed disciples immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The moment he appeared, all the weapons in the arena made a soft chime.
Lu Zhaozhao pressed his hand against the trembling sword and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Niye is a killing sword, an unparalleled weapon passed down from the ancestors of the Jiangning Lu family. Few things can affect it.
This owner of the weapon seems to be really capable.
She pressed hard, and the sword immediately stopped shaking and stayed there quietly, as if nothing had happened.
"Ok?"
Liao Chou looked towards the seat of Emperor Huizong of Qing with an inquiring look.
He is the master of weapons and can sense most of the weapons present. He cannot select strong ones except Yun Xian and Qingsongzi. He can sense most of them as long as their cultivation is not much higher than his. But just now, a sharp sword intent disappeared from his perception.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he fixed his gaze on Lu Zhaozhao who was sitting at the table.
Seeing that it was a frail woman, he began to doubt again. Is it really... this person?
Lu Zhaozhao noticed his gaze and looked up to meet a pair of red eyes.
Niye is a killing sword with countless lonely souls on it and an extremely cold aura, but it pales in comparison to these eyes.
Their eyes met, and Lu Zhaozhao picked up Niye and shook it at him, with murderous intent in the air.