At the gate of Mount Emei, there were two stone candlesticks, and under the dim candle flame, two outer disciples were listlessly guarding the mountain gate, pacing and chatting.

"Senior sister, why are we so miserable, it's a big holiday, the other sisters have gone to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, but we have to guard the door here." One of the younger disciples complained.

"Then what's the solution, who made us outer disciples? If you are an inner disciple, where do you still need to do these miscellaneous things. The older disciple was also a little resentful.

"Hmph, what's so great about them, isn't it just that they have better qualifications, and they are higher than us everywhere, I'm not convinced. Is it true that people are born with high and low? ”

The older disciple hurriedly covered the younger disciple's mouth and said in a low voice: "Senior sister, you can't talk nonsense, if someone with ulterior motives hears it, you and I will not have good fruit to eat." ”

The young disciple broke free from the shackles of his senior sister and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Now the entire Mount Emei, except for you and me, is probably eating, drinking and having fun on the top of the Golden Peak! ”

"Alas, you broken mouth, sooner or later you will suffer." The older disciple sighed and ignored her.

Zixian heard their conversation from a long distance, and was embarrassed, so he got off his mount and stood on the mountain road for a moment of silence before stepping forward.

"Who's coming?" The young disciple saw three vague figures approaching the mountain gate and asked aloud.

"Senior Sister Lianruo, it's me." Zixian called.

"You are?" The young disciple walked down the steps, looked carefully at the candlelight, and hurriedly saluted, "It turned out to be Senior Sister Ziling." ”

Zixian smiled lightly and did not correct her. After all, he has been "dead" for three years, and on this big night, if you want to say that you are Mozi Immortal, you will not scare others to death.

Lian Ruo only felt that the "Senior Sister Ziling" in front of her was a little different from what she had seen before, her appearance seemed to be a little immature, and this dress did not look like the standard of the Emei faction.

I guess the candle flame was too dim, and I had an illusion. Lian Ruo thought like this, and didn't delve into it, but when she saw the dumb aunt and Qu Yi, she made another difficulty.

"Senior sister, who are these two?"

The older disciple on the side couldn't help but tug at the corner of her clothes, and said in a low voice: "Senior Sister Lianruo, you are really verbose, the person brought by Senior Sister Ziling is naturally a guest of Emei." If you interrogate like this again, Senior Sister Ziling is angry, and I can't protect you. ”

Lian Ruo was stunned for a moment, but also reacted. I don't know why, I saw this vague figure in white just now, but she didn't feel a trace of mania, so that she forgot Senior Sister Ziling's temperament.

"Senior sister, please, girl, son, please!" Lian Ruo hurriedly got out of the way, bowed down and made a gesture of please.

Zixian smiled at her and led the two apprentices up the mountain road.

"Senior Sister Ziling smiled at me?" Lianruo didn't come back to her senses for a long time. Usually, even the inner disciples will dictate to them, and the disciples who enter the room never take them seriously. It's been a strange day.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" The older disciple saw that Lianruo had been thinking about it all the time, and asked out loud.

"Nothing. Senior Sister Ziling is actually quite approachable. Lian Ruo said.

The fragrance of osmanthus flowers permeates the night, and occasionally the sound of some nocturnal animals can be heard. The mountain road is dark and steep, as if there is no end. The wind was blowing under the feet of the three of Zixian, and they soon reached the golden roof.

In the square in front of the Golden Dome Sword Intent Lingshuang Palace, many Emei disciples had already gathered. There are many small cases neatly arranged on both sides of the carved white jade Yongdao Road, on which many fresh fruits, moon cakes, wine and vegetables are placed. Some of the pink-clothed disciples were still methodically serving plates of fruit to several tables.

Qu Yigang wanted to step forward, but Zixian grabbed him, and his big clear eyes revealed a bit of cunning in the night: "Yi'er, don't be busy, I want to surprise my master, let's see." ”

The dumb aunt's eyes lit up when she heard this, and Qu Yi blurted out: "Master, you are so ...... Uh, that's wise. But where are we hiding? He wanted to say that he was too naughty, but he didn't dare after all.

Zixian pointed to the glazed roof of the Sword Intent Lingshuang Palace, and then took the lead in flying up and floated up. The dumb aunt and Qu Yi also hurriedly followed, and the three of them picked up the glazed tiles and looked at the busy crowd below.

A lilac figure was pulled by Murong Xingyun to the square, who else could there be if it wasn't Ziling?

"Ling'er, you sit here for a while, I'll go find your uncle first, and I'll come back later." Murong Xingyun touched Zi Ling's little head and said.

"Go Master." Zixian waved his hand and sat down in a random place belonging to his master.

Ling'er!! Looking at the familiar figure, Zixian's heart jumped suddenly, and his eyes instantly moistened.

In a short time, the banquet was ready to stop. Many Emei disciples sat in the corresponding seats according to their masters, waiting for the head to come.

Without letting the disciples wait for long, Condensation Frost quickly walked out of the main hall accompanied by Murong Xingyun and other elders. She wore a pale yellow dress as always, and the three years did not leave traces of old age on her body, but exuded a mature feminine charm more and more.

Many disciples immediately stood up, saluted the condensation frost, and said in unison, "Master! ”

The dumb aunt clearly saw that her master's hand was clutching the glazed tile in front of her.

"Master......" Qu Yi called softly.

"Well, Master is fine." Zixian calmed down and smiled at the two apprentices.

On the square, Condensation Frost explained that he would work hard to cultivate Guangda Emei and other clouds in the future, so he let the disciples sit down and started this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet.

"Who allowed you to sit here?" Ziling's senior sister He Jinxiu frowned and shouted coldly at a purple-clothed disciple who was very thin and a little pale.

"Senior Sister He, I'm sorry, I'll go sit over there." When the purple-clothed disciple heard this, he hurriedly apologized and moved to the side of Wei Lin, another disciple who entered the room.

Wei Lin glanced at Zi Ling with a soliciting gaze, and seeing that Zi Ling's face was full of unhappiness, he waved his hand and said impatiently: "Go and go, don't sit next to me." ”

Lan Xin moved several positions, all of which were disgusted by the disciples around her, Rao is that she has become accustomed to it, and it is inevitable that she will be ashamed and hateful. The slender fingers grasped the corners of the clothes tightly, and forced themselves to suppress the emotions that were about to collapse.

"Lan Xin, there's no place for you. With your little bit of cultivation, it's a waste for you to drink this butterfly brew. Zi Ling sneered and said politely.

"Senior Sister Ziling, I have already apologized to you for that incident, why are you still aggressive?" Lan Xin had tears in her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"Yo, you have a long temper, and you dare to question me? Is the wound on his body good again? Zi Ling sneered, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a slow sip.

The surrounding senior sisters couldn't help but laugh when they heard Ziling say this.