Chapter 3: Toasting with Songs

The old swallow plays with its chicks, accompanied by the cicadas singing among the tall willows

The pomegranate blossoms begin to bloom, exuding a captivating fragrance.

How many moments are there in life, reminiscing about the beautiful scenery of good times? After a dream has just passed, fate has already been predetermined; what is the use of struggling in vain?

Xuan Yuan Zhan Ning Shen Dao: "Although this campaign to eradicate the Demon Sect has ultimately failed and resulted in heavy casualties, the Demon Sect has also suffered significant damage and its strength has greatly diminished. It is likely to take some time for them to recover. In the coming years, there should not be any major disturbances, but Nie Xinghai is a person of unfathomable martial prowess, with deep strategies and far-reaching plans, and he is quite ambitious. I fear that if he is not eliminated, it will lead to endless troubles in the future! Unfortunately, esteemed sects like Shaolin and Wudang have underestimated the Demon Sect and are unwilling to assist. I have a constant feeling that the Underworld will become a great calamity for the martial world in the future. When the time comes to eliminate it, it will likely be even more difficult."

Hehe, good, good! Then brother will toast you with three cups this time

The lush green leaves cast a dense shade, spreading across the pond and the water pavilion, particularly enjoying the coolness.

And at hetushu.com, in a state of intoxication, let the two cycles of the sun and moon pass by, weaving back and forth like a shuttle.

The Prajna flower pouted beside him: "Brother Xuanyuan, you are being unfair. I also traveled a long way from the southern frontier to support you, so why don't you thank me! Hmph, showing favoritism, I won't help you anymore in the future!"

Yes, do it!

Three individuals on a boat enjoyed drinking wine and engaged in lively conversation

After the sudden rain, pearls scatter chaotically, striking the new lotus leaves

Stop saying those things; we at hetushu.com have come together with great difficulty. It has been almost a year since we last parted at Mount Huashan! Come, let us drink and celebrate; we shall not return until we are intoxicated!

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Xuan Yuan Zhan Yi repeatedly apologized, saying: "Thank you, how could I not thank you? It is thanks to Sister Ruo Hua's timely arrival that we were able to reduce so many casualties"

Luo Xuan smiled faintly as he took a sip of the fine wine in his cup, neither affirming nor denying.

Xuanyuan Zhan smiled brightly as he filled the glasses of the two individuals to the brim with wine

The Bodhi flower gazed tenderly at Luo Xuan: "Brother Xuanyuan, you are joking with *Tu* again! It’s always like this; which one of you has been drunk this time? I always end up lying down first."

Do it!

Inviting friends to enjoy the gathering, we sip lightly from the fragrant cup and sing softly.

Green willows and misty waves, lotus ponds stretching for nine miles. It is indeed a sunny day, with painted boats on West Lake coming and going like a shuttle, and songs and dances flourishing on the boats

Brother Luo, I toast to you with a glass, thank you for giving me this courtesy. Upon receiving the letter, you specially traveled from Ailao Mountain. I have heard that you have already reached the seventh level of the Primordial Gang Sutra in your secluded cultivation, and indeed, upon a closer look, its power is truly extraordinary

I said that Brother Xuanyuan is overthinking; with Brother Xuan and you here, what is there to fear from that old scoundrel? Just wait for the day when I unleash a torrent of poison fire and burn down his lair!

Brother Xuanyuan, since the demonic sect has not been eradicated this time, what are the next steps planned?

Brother Xuanyuan, you jest. We have been old friends for so many years; as long as you say a word, I will certainly rush to assist you, even if it means traversing mountains of knives and seas of fire

Luo Xuan pretended not to see the gaze of the Bodhi flower, which was continuously directed at him by Yu Wei.

Xuanyuan Zhan looked at her sulking with her red lips pouted, feeling an extra sense of affection