The next day, the peach feast officially began.

Location: Eastern suburbs of Beijing, Royal Peach Orchard.

It covers a large area.

A whole mountain, all peach orchards.

The environment is nice.

Tree-lined.

Flowers and plants.

There were many people participating.

All the sects and factions of Nanming Prefecture, the royal clansmen, and the powerful people of the dynasty, are all existences with heads and faces and profound cultivation.

Today.

Over here.

The deficiency period is considered a weak chicken.

Dancheng realms abound.

Passage to seclusion is common.

Gather the masters.

In total, there are thousands of people.

The most important are the three forces: the Imperial Dynasty, the Three Sects, and the Hongcheng Alliance.

......

Of course, the peach feast, the arrangement of the imperial dynasty, the whole event is like a grand garden party.

There are some little shows to help the fun.

Everyone tastes the peach.

Finally, an ultra-luxurious luncheon.

So.

Song Yuan, together with Jiuyang Hou and Tang Xiaoduo, took a flying boat and came to the Royal Peach Orchard.

Then, wander around on your own.

"The peach here is extraordinary."

Jiuyang Hou introduced to Song Yuan: "Actually, these are: Shoupan peach. "

Oh? Eat it, can you increase your life?

"Yes, the variety of peach is special, the cultivation method is different, the spiritual fertilizer applied is also very special, and it is only ripe in three years,

so it is very precious."

"Well, how much can you increase your life expectancy by eating a peach?"

"Not necessarily, the degree of longevity and the effect of increasing life of each peach are different, hehe, Sect Master Song, this depends on luck."

"Me!"

"Some people are unlucky and eat peaches, they may only increase their life expectancy by three or five years; Some people are lucky and only eat one peach, but they can increase their life expectancy by 30 or 50 years.

At this time, Tang Xiaoduo, who had been following beside her, blinked her cute big eyes.

She felt very simple: "Then eat more, eat a dozen, a dozen, a dozen, eat until you can support, hee, then you can add more Shouyuan!"

"Think beautiful!"

Jiuyang Hou knocked, Xiao Duo's head.

He informed: "If you eat too much, you can't digest it, so you have to fart." "

This kind of Shoupan peach is very strange, and if a cultivator takes it, it can indeed prolong life, but each cultivator can only eat at most three Shoupan Peach per year.

It's up to you to luck.

With good luck, three peaches, add a lot of life yuan.

Bad luck, speechless.

However, this time the peach feast, many people were invited, relatively speaking, the peach orchard really bears fruit, matures, and has a life-increasing effect of the peach is limited.

So each person can only be allocated, 1 piece.

So.

Song Yuan: "Well, when the time comes, let's see how lucky we are, eat a peach, and increase your lifespan."

Xiaoduo is also looking forward to it.

She jumped to the ground and shouted, "I want to increase my life by 100 years!"

Jiuyang Hou smiled and shook his head.

He has many acquaintances and friends in the dynasty, and there are people here and there to greet him.

He accompanied Song Yuan for a while and then went to find someone else.

Song Yuan and Xiao Duo found a pavilion.

There are all kinds of free snacks, ordinary peaches, spiritual drinks and so on provided by the imperial dynasty.

Song Yuan and Xiao Duo could eat, drink, sit and rest.

Then.

Mrs. Bright Moon arrived.

The second beauty of South Myeong, Mrs. Ming Yue.

She is simple, wearing a plain skirt, her figure is graceful, her face is delicate, and she is impeccablely beautiful.

Elegant.

Qingli.

Although she is a lady, she is like a girl.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a few days, I miss it so much."

"Ahem, Sect Master Song, don't come unharmed."

"You're dressed beautifully today!"

"Thank you, but, Sect Master Song, the Hongcheng Alliance entrusted me and would like to talk to you about the Hongcheng Spirit Mine."

"Oh, you say it."

"Quite simply, they also want a piece of the pie, they put forward their own demands, that, it's a vow agreement."

Mrs. Ming Yue handed it over.

An oath agreement is a very solemn and inviolable oath agreement.

That is the cultivator swearing with his own Dao heart, going to the Dao of Heaven, and dripping blood as evidence.

So.

Abide by the agreement and be safe and sound.

If you violate the agreement, you will suffer the punishment of heaven, the Dao heart will be broken, and there will be no place to die!

Song Yuan took the oath agreement and looked at it roughly.

The most important thing is the issue of distribution.

The Hongcheng Alliance proposed that the income of the Hongcheng Spirit Mine: the Odd Fu Sect should be 10%, because the Spirit Mine belongs to Hongcheng, and Hongcheng is under the control of the Odd Fu Sect, so in fact, the Spirit Mine should be regarded as the Odd Fu Sect.

The Hongcheng Alliance is 20%.

Then, they alliance 13, how to redistribute, that is their internal matter.

That's it.

After Song Yuan read it, he returned the agreement to Mrs. Mingyue.

He asked: "There is no share of the three sects and the imperial dynasty in the agreement, why?"

"How much do you take from the three sects?" And how much does the imperial dynasty take? Lady

Mingyue said: "The meaning of the Hongcheng Alliance, the three sects and the imperial dynasty negotiate their share of the proceeds on their own, you have determined it, and then write it into the agreement."

"Oh, the three sects negotiate with the imperial dynasty, so if they can't negotiate, won't they have to fight?"

Mrs. Bright Moon, ahem.

"The Hongcheng Alliance and the Odd Fu Sect took a total of three percent, and there are still seven percent left... Hey, by what, they take three percent?

Madam Mingyue frowned slightly.

She lowered her voice, but she was kind enough to remind Song Yuan: "Today, if this agreement cannot be signed, I am afraid that no one will be able to get out of the peach orchard!" "

Hmm."

Song Yuan nodded and pondered for a moment.

He asked Mrs. Mingyue: "Do you have a pen?" Mrs

. Bright Moon took out her pen.

Song Yuan took the pen and wrote three words on the oath agreement.

Then, he told Mrs. Mingyue: "These three words are given to the Hongcheng Alliance.

Mrs. Mingyue took a look.

Can't help it.

She sneered.

Song Yuan wrote three words: You don't deserve it.

What he meant was: Hongcheng Alliance and Qifu Sect, you take a total of three percent... You don't deserve it!

Song Yuan did not bother to talk with the Hongcheng Alliance at all.

Of course, he would not be embarrassed for Mrs. Bright Moon.

Mrs. Mingyue is only an intermediary, she accepts the commission of the Hongcheng Alliance, and she is not helping the Hongcheng Alliance.

So.

At this time, the elf's eccentric Tang Xiaoduo looked at Song Yuan and Mrs. Mingyue on the side.

Suddenly, she pointed at Song Yuan and said with certainty: "You, want to be her husband!" "

Song Yuan, poof.

He was drinking a cup of spirit drink, and he couldn't help it, and squirted out.

Mrs. Mingyue suddenly had a slightly red face and a little resentment.

She gave Xiaoduo a blank look.

She muttered: "Whose child is this, so small, just..." "

Che, you call me small or big, anyway, I can see it, you are actually very willing, he will be your husband."

Mrs. Akatsuki: Poof!

Song Yuan instead, hehe!

Xiao Duo is most interested in this kind of thing.

She said a little arrogantly: "Hmph, I can see through all of your adults' broken things, for example, this goods..."

She pointed at Song Yuan, and then approached Mrs. Mingyue, and told in a low voice: "She has made the Prince of Beihan green!" "

Oh?"

Mrs. Mingyue said in disbelief, "Really fake?" Didn't you just get married and return to the Northern Han Dynasty?

"How could I possibly lie to people, I'm so young, what bad eyes can I have... Tell you what, I saw it with my own eyes! "

Huh?"

Mrs. Mingyue suddenly came to her senses, and she made a ban to prevent others from eavesdropping.

Then, she and Xiaoduo got together.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Hee-hee, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." These

two, gossipy, were in high spirits.

Song Yuan put his hand on his forehead.

I want to be quiet.

O woman!

Damn little Duo!

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