Bandit Pavilion

Before Yuwen Haoran's feet had settled, he felt a pungent smell of wine in the wind.

Through the faint moonlight, the flowers and trees in the courtyard that had not been pruned for many years were moving in the wind, and the entire Bandit Pavilion was pitch black, if it wasn't for the fact that Elder Xingrong lived here, he must have thought that he had come to a deserted mansion by mistake.

I don't know if I have gained anything from this visit, if I can't successfully get Elder Xingrong to accept her as an apprentice, I'm afraid that Cheng Yunhuan's personality will eventually poke him out.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Haoran's teeth were tightened, Cheng Yunhuan, it was definitely a scourge for this person to stay.

Groping his way forward in the night, Yuwen Haoran seemed cautious with every step, even if Elder Xingrong was in a state of intoxication most of the time, but after all, he had already cultivated the immortal body, and he should still have vigilance.

There is a quiet area around, this bandit Sige is not big, it is not small, but it is still a little difficult to find someone in this dark place.

However, after spending nearly an hour, he still hasn't found the specific location of Elder Xingrong, and he can't use spells, is it reliable to find it aimlessly?

Yuwen Haoran crossed his hands on his hips and raised his eyes to look at the inky black sky blankly, where did this Xingrong Elder run in the middle of the night? The main hall and the side hall of the dormitory study were all turned over by him, and he didn't even see a shadow, as if he was the only one in this Bandit Pavilion, and there was no one else.

At this moment, a burst of crying suddenly came into his ears, and the abrupt sound made Yu Wenhao feel cold again, could it be that this bandit Sige is still haunted?

But when I turned my head and thought about it, I seemed to feel that something was wrong.

Following the bursts of sobbing, Yuwen Haoran realized that Elder Xingrong, whom he had been looking for for a long time, was actually "hiding" under the table in the study, holding the wine jug and crying bitterly.

I thought it was a haunting of the Bandit Pavilion, but it turned out that Elder Xingrong was shrinking under the corner of the table and crying! This made Yuwen Haoran feel surprised, who would have thought that the elder would cry with such a gaffe holding the wine jug?

"I will spare them, but I will not be hurt forever!" As he spoke, a few more sips of liquor poured into his throat, his eyes shining sadly, and his cheeks wet with tears.

Elder Xingrong leaned limply at the foot of his desk, although he was drunk to the point of dizziness, his left hand was always holding a picture scroll, as if all his grief came from there, but he never let go.

"Huh...... Hahahaha...... "He was crying heartbreakingly just now, but in an instant, his laughter was deafening, but he was just ...... Although he is laughing, it makes people feel uncomfortable not to cry.

The strong smell of alcohol kept pouring out of the house, and even Yuwen Haoran, who had been hiding outside the house and secretly watching him, felt a little drunk.

There was no intersection between him and Elder Xingrong at all, and no one in the entire Lingyun Mountain had ever stepped into his Bandit Pavilion, and he had heard it a long time ago that this drunken ghost Xing Rong had not allowed other disciples to enter the Bandit Pavilion hundreds of years ago, and even the disciples who came to help him clean up had been kicked out by him.

In this drunken place, it would be nice to have someone to help him clean up, but he still dislikes it? Looking at the Xingrong Elder who was drinking to drown his sorrows in the room, Yuwen Haoran didn't make any moves.

Could it be that the purpose of his coming tonight was to see a drunkard go crazy inside?

"Only forever will not be wounded...... Not permanently damaged...... Oh - where in this world is there a wine that never sorrows? The silver moonlight sprinkled into the room, and Elder Xingrong's left hand was thrown upwards at will, and the scroll seemed to be frozen in the air, slowly unfolding......