A feast lasted for more than an hour, eating and drinking were secondary, and more time was spent chatting.

Yuling naturally played soy sauce in a low-key manner, but these three elegant people refused to let him go, although they used tea instead of wine, they played with the wine order.

Yuling, who is boxing or something, is quite good at it, but he has a drinking order...... Forgive him, he can only copy a few lines of poetry, make do with it, and get through the trick.

Yu Ling listened to the three of them talking, and at the same time also paid attention to the whereabouts of Miao Zhe and the others below, originally this group of people was about to finish eating and leaving, but after seeing Yu Ling, they ordered a few more dishes and continued to sit in their positions to delay time.

Yu Ling's heart was divided into two uses, and the conversations between the people on both sides were clearly heard, and there was no confusion in the slightest. When Miao Zhe downstairs lowered his voice and finished talking viciously about his plan, Yuling also quickly thought of a way to deal with it.

Zong Qi, the "son" of Minister Huang's envoy's family, can obviously take advantage of it, anyway, he is not a good person in his bones. Jin Guyang only noticed that everyone was like-minded, but Yuling was full of doubts as to why Zong Qi would appear in Lanyue Tower by such a coincidence, and he didn't look like he was drinking alone.

Then the only explanation is that Zong Qi is very aware of Jin Guyang's temper and habits, and knows that he comes to Yuelou for recreation at a fixed time every time.

This also seems to prove that Zong Qi is deliberately befriending Jin Guyang and the two.

From their conversations, Yu Ling also knew some gossip about the Fire Refining Sect sporadically, but most of them were still non-nutritious content, either wind and snow, or poetry, and even discussed boring topics such as the first beauty of the sect.

For Yuling, in such an atmosphere, eating is a kind of torment. Jin Guyang didn't know how many times he washed his hands at first, and then he was very particular about drying it with a silk cloth folded in a golden basin, and there were two pairs of chopsticks, one for picking vegetables and the other for eating the food in the bowl. What chews slowly, and the soup is silent, it's all trivial.

So when the banquet ended, most of the dozen dishes were left, and the four of them seemed to be more reserved than each other, basically only moving a few chopsticks on each plate, and there would never be such a faux pas as burying their heads in hardship.

Yu Ling couldn't help but think that if Yang Zhao was present, it was estimated that one top four and one top eight would be more than enough.

Fortunately, the torment finally came to an end, and when he walked down the Lanyue Tower, Yuling was really relieved, and at the same time secretly decided that he would avoid Jin Guyang if he could avoid it in the future, otherwise he would be exposed sooner or later.

"Today is considered to be happy, but the hour is late, the two of us will take the first step, and next time we will enjoy the moon with Brother Zong and Brother Yu. Jin Guyang politely said goodbye to Yuling and Zong Qi, and he and Huaiyao both lived in the ground.

After the two of them left, Zong Qi called Yu Ling: "Junior Brother Yu, I'm afraid it's a little late for you to go back to Diyan Mountain now, why don't you go to the Yellow Department with me to stay overnight?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still have some things to deal with......," Yu Ling declined.

"Then I don't force it, the virtuous brother can go to the Yellow Department at any time in the future to talk to me. Zong Qi smiled and behaved impeccably.

The two parted ways after saying goodbye to each other, and Yuling could feel some tails behind her.

He quietly walked into the alleyway in front of him, and the trackers behind him hurriedly followed.

As he approached the corner in front of him, Yuling accelerated sharply and disappeared at the fork in the road.

"Eh, where did this kid go?"

Under the shadow of the wall, several black-clothed and masked Fire Refining Sect disciples looked at each other.

"It seems to be going to the left road, so let's chase after it. Miao Zhe urged.

A few people didn't have much delay, and immediately detoured to the fork in the road on the left.

"Still no one?" everyone was a little dizzy.

"I seem to see a corner of my clothes flashing past, it should be over there!"

Everyone was busy chasing after them, and after several consecutive turns, they were already dizzy, and they could hardly tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

"Isn't it fooling me?" The night wind was trembling, and there was not even a ghost on the road, and the disciple in the lead was inevitably a little annoyed.

"Senior Brother Bu, there seems to be footsteps over there, getting closer and closer......" a disciple suddenly lowered his voice.

This Senior Brother Bu suddenly glanced at everyone sternly, and everyone hurriedly shrank in the shadows, suppressing all the breath and restrained.

"Is this person Yuling?" someone said suspiciously.

"You see we've gone around this half of the circle, is there anyone on the road? Who else could it be if it's not that kid?" Miao Zhe also said indignantly.

"But will the soul master be aware of our presence?" said another, worried.

"Stupid! What do you think we smeared a layer of Tibetan God Powder for just now? He's a Condensing Soul Master, he definitely can't feel it!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, everyone is in place, ready to do it!" Senior Brother Bu interrupted everyone's discussion.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the people hiding at the other end of the corner were nervous for no reason, after all, what they had to deal with was a Condensing Soul Master, even if they had water, they were much stronger than these Blood Condensation Martial Artists.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, everyone's hearts were about to jump out of their throats, and a disciple of the Fire Refining Sect reflexively raised his hand and spilled a bag of poison into the air.

The next moment, several people who had already taken the antidote rushed out of the oblique thorns, one put on a burlap bag, and the other waved a wooden stick to hit the back of the person's head, and Senior Brother Bu rushed straight over, ready to restrain the opponent's vital point.

Between the lightning and flint, everything has settled.

Although the person who was attacked struggled, he was first caught off guard by the poison, and then caught in a burlap bag, even if he gave Senior Brother Bu a punch, he was finally knocked to the ground, and there was no possibility of turning the tables.

Miao Zhe quickly tied the cloth bag tightly, and excitedly punched and kicked around this person, as if he wanted to vent all the frustration in the life and death field a few days ago.

Until Senior Brother Bu shouted, "Wait, stop, don't fight!"

Several people who were rising up looked at him inexplicably, only to see Senior Brother Bu covering his heart, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, as if he had suffered a lot of injuries.

"Caught the wrong person!" Senior Brother Bu said angrily.

He clearly felt that the person who gave him this punch was a blood condensation martial artist, and he had nothing to do with Yu Ling.

"What should we do then? Let's evacuate quickly?" Miao Zhe also panicked, no wonder he glanced at it just now, and felt that this person's appearance didn't seem to be quite right.

But because the burlap bag was put on so quickly, the unlucky man probably didn't see their faces clearly, and even if he did, he was wearing a face scarf.

"Huh, what are you doing here?"

Just a second before everyone was about to slip away, a puzzled voice suddenly went from far to near.

Miao Zhe suddenly felt a basin of cold water splash on his head, he twisted his neck stiffly, and saw Yu Ling slowly turning from another path.

Senior Brother Bu reacted the fastest, and the whole person blew towards Yuling like a whirlwind, and as soon as he twisted his body, it was a whip leg.

Yu Ling took two steps back lightly, just right to dodge, but Senior Brother Bu retreated faster than him, and his figure was about to disappear into the night in a flash.

However, no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't do it as fast as Yu Ling's little Wusheng knot, which was already ready to go.

The two courses for one person were evenly distributed, but there were a few more for Senior Brother Bu, because he was a peak martial artist of blood condensation after all.

When everyone was groggy and wailing, Yu Ling had already untied the cloth bag and rescued Zong Qi inside.

This "Brother Gongzi", who had just ascended to the heights and was full of Yaxing, already had a blue nose and swollen face, and under the action of the toxin, the whole person was dizzy and the soles of his feet were floating, and he didn't fall down because of Yuling's support.

"A few of you actually murdered the son of Minister Huang, but fortunately I ran into it, so come with me. Yu Ling said solemnly.

Miao Zhe was anxious and angry, as well as the chill and fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.