The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 398 Birthday Banquet

  The Yang family's birthday banquet was held the day after tomorrow, but the courtyard became quiet the next day, and there was no such thing as a bustling crowd that night.

  Zhao Changhe is embracing Buddha's feet very seriously, but in fact he is avoiding the Shura field. It is better to think about the formula of rejuvenation temporarily than to have a big head among women.

   But he also underestimated these women, which one is not the overlord who is more serious about business? Seeing that he was pondering his medical skills, the women didn't bother him either.

  Tang Wanzhuang was reading a book in her yard. No one knew if she was really reading a book; Huangfuqing claimed to be sleeping and drove away all the maids and servants arranged by the Yang family. As for what she was really doing, no one knew.

   And Cui Yuanyang went to the Wang family's place, and grinningly mingled in it as an in-law.

  Even if Wang Daozhong knew that this girl was an **** in-law, and her whole body was surnamed Zhao...then he couldn't openly kick her out, and he had to pinch his nose and apologize.

  The thing Wang Daozhong wants to do most now is to go straight to Zhao Changhe's yard and chop him up. Unfortunately, this is a distinguished guest invited by the Yang family, so he can't mess around, and Tang Wanzhuang is guarding him, so he can't beat him either.

  The more I think about it, the more angry I get.

   Even looking at this little rabbit who should be loved by everyone, Wang Daozhong lost his good temper, simply disappeared, and hid in the house to read.

  The world was clean for one day, until the evening of the next day, when Yang Jingxiu’s birthday banquet came.

  There are only a handful of people in this world who can heal the soul, and it can be said that there is no reliable one at all. That's why Tang Wanzhuang's illness became a "terminal illness" that he planned to give up.

   From the perspective of Tang Wanzhuang Huangfu Qing, Zhao Changhe has a rejuvenation formula. Although he doesn't know whether it will work, at least he has a chance.

  But others don't know this. According to the news, this kid just studied medicine with Tang Wanzhuang in Xiangyang more than ten days ago...

  We will invite Zhao Changhe to the banquet, purely because his current status is very important. Seeing that he is in the middle of the situation, the Yang family should treat it with caution, or at least observe more interactions.

   He was really invited to the birthday party, and he never thought that he could also heal diseases.

  Actually, even how to arrange Zhao Changhe's seat in this banquet seems to be a headache—his status should be in the hall of dignitaries, or a high-ranking person, sitting with Huangfuqing, but this cannot be arranged without disclosing his identity.

  With his normal performance status, he can only be arranged in the outer hall of the Jianghu master, separated from the dignitaries. Although the list of others is good, it is not enough to want to be at the top. It is arranged at the bottom of other famous martial arts figures. I don't know if he will have any objections...

  Yang Bugui accompanied Zhao Changhe carefully to the outer hall, peeking at his smile and showing nothing, he was relieved: "Brother Zhao, don't be negligent."

  Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "It's very comfortable to drink and eat meat outside casually. Who is bothered to put on airs inside? Don't worry about my seat. It's more comfortable for me to squeeze a table with young people."

  Yang Bugui smiled and said: "Brother Zhao's temperament... I think of Langya back then, Brother Zhao and Situ laughed and drank the universe. To be honest, we were also impulsive at that time, and the pride of men should be like this."

   "Why do you keep bragging about me... Situ didn't come?"

"I can't find it, I don't know where to go to practice, but there is a representative from Shenhuangzong. Here, it's that..." Yang Bugui gestured to the mighty middle-aged man at the head of the hall with his eyes: "The elder of Shenhuangzong, the local leader thirty."

"Shenhuangzong is worthy of being the strongest sect in the world." Zhao Changhe glanced at it, wondering if he could also pull Shenhuangzong into the car to beat Maitreya... As for the treatment of the Yang family, Shenhuangzong probably has nothing to do, because Shenhuangzong's physical training has always been weak in the aspect of spirit.

   Casually said: "Well... I told you the other day, you said to discuss with your father later, what is the result of this negotiation?"

"Uh, brother Zhao, there is indeed something wrong with our family. I am very grateful that brother Zhao is willing to help us, but brother Zhao can't help us in this matter. I appreciate your kindness." Yang Bugui lowered his voice: "Only from brother Zhao's intention My father will definitely participate in the Battle of Maitreya, Brother Zhao will make an appointment."

  Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Okay. Tell others to go, don't stay with me all the time."

  Yang Bugui apologized and resigned, and Zhao Changhe didn't join Elder Shi's table, but found a table with a group of young people to mix together. Others didn't pay attention to him, they were all looking at the inner hall through the patio, Huangfuqing in full dress at the VIP seat and Tang Wanzhuang sitting under her with a frosty face.

  What does it mean that Chunlan and Qiuju are good at each field? It is not enough to describe this scene.

  How can Lan and Ju compare with these two!

  It is simply God's good fortune to carve the two most perfect wonders and put them together.

"I once heard people say that ten years ago, the two prides of the capital, competing with each other, was the wonder of the capital... I also thought that the predecessors exaggerated, how could it be so exaggerated, it was just two women, and they were not the kind who would compete with others to compare their beauty, at most Sneering and ridiculing each other a few times, what other people said is so strange... Now that I see it for myself, I know that what others say is true."

   "Yeah, they don't need to say anything, just sitting there, I'm afraid people who argue about who is beautiful can knock out their dog's brains."

   "So who is beautiful?"

   "I think the first seat is beautiful. It is as clear and elegant as water, and the imperial concubine is slightly inferior."

   "I think the imperial concubine is beautiful! That woman's demeanor is shocking at a glance, what a kid knows!"

   "The first seat is beautiful!"

   "The imperial concubine is beautiful!"

   Someone weakly said: "No, haven't you seen Cui Yuanyang who is their head? It's so cute, it's carved in powder and jade..."

  The two in the dispute despise the past at the same time: "The virgin goes to the table with the dog!"

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

   "Voted!" Someone took the paper and turned it to Zhao Changhe: "Brother, who do you vote for?"

   Zhao Changhe saw that Tang Wanzhuang had four votes, Huangfu Qing had four votes, and Cui Yuanyang had one.

   "Single choice or multiple choice?" Zhao Changhe asked.

  Everyone was shocked: "Do you still want to choose more?"

   "There is no limit, right?" Zhao Changhe picked up his pen and ticked off all three: "I want them all."

  Why do you all have such a clear aesthetic distinction, let’s do multiple-choice questions...

   By the way, whoever is beautiful is none of your business, is there any business for you?

   Everyone looked at him strangely: "This brother's name is Gao?"

   "Hey, how do you know my name is Gao Daming?"

   "..."

   Chatting nonsense with the young warriors and eating sumptuous dishes casually, Zhao Changhe's mind has long been devoted to the main hall. The advantage of being in the outer hall is that you don’t have to be as serious as in the main hall. The whole birthday celebration process can make people feel numb and have long needles in their buttocks. Tang Wanzhuang and Huangfuqing are used to it, but it’s okay to sit still, I really don’t know Why can Yang Yang, who is so lively, bear it?

  The stinky and long birthday celebration passed, and the children of the family entered the arena one by one, performing martial arts assessments, and catching competitions.

  At the same time, it is also for the Yang family to announce the strength of their children to outsiders, and it also has the meaning of making famous for the outstanding ones.

  Looking at the young people of the Yang family playing clinkingly, they barely have a taste of the world of martial arts. Those smelly and long things just now are nothing...

"Although there are few top ones...the younger generation of the Yang family is actually not bad." Someone whispered: "Yang Bugui took advantage of the chances of the previous batch of people to enter the list, and now he is the third in Qianlong. It makes people look up. This is more than that, there are several Qianlong 180, 222, and 230 Qianlong in each house of the Yang family, although they are relatively low, the total number is actually more than Cui Wang."

Looking at the martial arts competition in the hall, Zhao Changhe thought to himself that the Yang family's children seemed to be pretty good in general, but in fact even Yang Qianyuan's level was very high, but he entered Kunlun alone, and almost took advantage of the limelight to directly become the ruthless leader of the money gang. Role.

Judging from this martial arts competition alone, it can be seen that the basic skills of the Yang family's children are relatively solid, which may be related to the nature of the Yang family's martial arts. They are all more excited. This is better than the old Cui's family. Take Cui Yuanyang as an example. What did he look like before he met him?

   Another person said: "Brother, you are so old-fashioned in your comments. If you don't know, you may think you are some famous artist..."

  The man coughed twice, sighed and said, "Recently, the list has slipped... I'm ashamed."

  People were in awe: "Is he actually a famous player on the Qianlong list? I'm rude and rude. I don't know if it is..."

"It used to be 212. Recently, Blood Shura entered the list. He should have made up one place, but instead, he dropped to 213." The man sighed, but his eyes couldn't hide his complacency. : "But it just so happens that Ms. Cui has also been in this position, and I have a destiny."

  Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of wine with a "poof".

  The man squinted at the past: "This tall and famous brother..."

  Zhao Changhe waved his hand: "Ashamed, my list has also dropped. I was number one, but it has dropped to forty-four."

   This is not like the Hidden Dragon Ranking, it feels like it is the ranking within his own sect, the man said angrily: "I'm talking about the Troubled Times Ranking."

   "What a coincidence, I said the same thing."

   "???"

It just so happened that the Yang family's martial arts contest ended at this time. Yang Jingxiu was very satisfied, and said with a smile: "I am only fifteen years old, and I have already reached the fourth level of the profound entrance. The swordsmanship is rigorous and I have a deep understanding. It is also a thousand-mile horse of my family. Bestow the Lianshan Sword Three days to comprehend."

  The young man was overjoyed: "Uncle Xie."

   Even the Mountain Sword has lost its spirit, and it is not easy for Lao Yang to create the appearance that the Excalibur is intact.

  But Wang Daozhong, who was a guest, stroked his beard and said: "The Yang family's children are so talented...Brother Yang, in previous years, there were competitions with guests. Do you have this idea this year?"

   This is indeed common, but not necessarily all, depending on what the host thinks. Yang Jingxiu said casually: "Brother Wang, do you want your children to compete with us?"

  Wang Daozhong smiled and said: "I want to learn from each other among the guests... There are not many opportunities for famous people to meet, so it's just in time."

  Yang Jingxiu smiled and said, "Brother Wang, who do you want to compete with? With your strength, do you want to discuss two moves with Elder Shi?"

  Wang Daozhong waved his hand: "Of course not myself... My family's guest is ranked forty-five, and it happens to be forty-four here. He admires and refuses to accept it. He wants to challenge one or two. Is it a good talk?"

  Everyone at Zhao Changhe's table watched helplessly as a man walked up to him holding a sword, and saluted "Gao Daming": "Forty-five on the list, Thunder Sword Ding Ting, please Xue Shura for advice."

  A table of young people twitched at Zhao Changhe who was gnawing on the chicken leg.

You really fell from the first to the forty-fourth... Blood Shura Zhao Changhe, how could he be crowded on the table in the corner of the outer hall like a loafer, happily eating chicken legs, eating a mouthful of oil, and talking to everyone Vote for the beauty pageant together...

  Cui Yuanyang is his fiancée. Fortunately, everyone just praised her beauty and cuteness, and there was no disrespect.

   Wait a minute... What do you mean by ticking everything?

  (end of this chapter)