"This girl, I just saw that you have a lot of alcohol, and I drank glass after glass, I don't know if I am interested in drinking with my son." A drunken green-robed man suddenly came next to him, with affection in his eyebrows, and he grabbed Bai Qingqing.

"Not interested." Bai Qingqing rolled his eyes.

"Straight to the point, I like it!" The green-robed man drank it all heartily, "The girl is so handsome, I don't know if it's Miss He." ”

"No matter if I'm Miss He's family, you don't have to worry about it, you're late, and people already have a heart," after speaking, Gao Lan, who happened to see Gao Lan returning from afar, ran and pounced, "Xiao Lanlan, people want to kill you." ”

Gao Lan suddenly saw Bai Qingqing, who was rushing towards her, and didn't know how to deal with it, when she closed her eyes, she heard a pop.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the man with flowers and branches was lying at his feet at this moment.

It turned out that Mo Shaozhi on the side saw other men jumping into his sweetheart's arms, so he took the opportunity to trip him.

A wine burp came out instantly, and Gao Lan helped him up with a disgusted expression, "How much wine have you drunk?" ”

"It's not much, it's just that when I saw Childe, I was completely drunk and didn't want to wake up." Bai Qingqing said half-awake and half-drunk, holding Gao Lan's arm.

Seeing this, Mo Shaozhi hurriedly pulled him away: "He drank too much, where did you go?" ”

Seeing that Gao Lan's face was instantly full of gloom, Mo Shaozhi was stunned and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

The little civet cat was afraid that Gao Lan couldn't help it, so he hurriedly said, "Let's go back and talk about it." ”

At this time, I heard the gong of the person next to me: "Take a seat!" ”

Everyone took their seats one after another.

Today's Wuhua banquet table seats are also very particular, not to mention the table on the high platform, it must be the host of the banquet, Murong Xiu, looking down on the people below with a smile on his face, and sitting upright behind him is his most proud son Murong Xia, dressed in an elegant light gray robe but eye-catching with bright gold edges. Just like the dress up and down of the Murong family, it seems that they want to show both low-key and show their rich status, which is really contradictory.

The seats below are divided into left and right sides, and there are three tables on the left, each with a rather imposing face and a sword, followed by several Jianghu people from their own sect disciples.

On the right, he looks like some high-ranking officials and nobles, wealthy businessmen, and he does not hide his luxury.

Because Mo Shaozhi didn't expect to be invited, he was temporarily placed in the back position on the right side. This also allowed Gao Lan to take a good look at the people on the other side.

The three men were about the same age, about forty years old, but each had its own characteristics, which could be distinguished by the weapons at hand alone.

The first weapon was a rugged scimitar with a green hilt. That must be the Xue family's Linglong Sword, he is Xue Linglong.

The second place, Song Shaoci, although he is like his name, kind and kind, but the smile on the corner of his mouth always has a hint of hypocrisy, as if he is blind to everything, and he looks down on anything, and hides that arrogance under this false smile.

Although he is a little older, he can see that he was also a pretty boy in the wind when he was young. Leaning on a long sword beside him, the scabbard was engraved with a pattern like clouds and fire, it must be the Yuehua Sword that he never left his body.

The third place, expressionless, burly, and without any weapons beside him, but, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Tao Wuji's nirvana is his hands: Xuanxin Palm, which is his unique skill.

Three well-known Jianghu factions, each with their own style and extraordinary bearing.

A piece of flowers is like fire, strong and fragrant, with the dragon and phoenix among these people, it is really a good story, such a grand event, only the Murong family with extraordinary status can do it.

Bai Qingqing on the side looked drunk, but his thinking was still so sharp, and he said jokingly: "This Murong Xiu is really an eight-sided and exquisite old fox, a person in the officialdom shopping mall, this Wuhua banquet can be described as a hundred schools of thought." ”

Mo Shaozhi picked up the wine glass in front of him, sniffed it slightly, and said lightly: "It is not easy to gather all these people together in an orderly manner, which shows how sleek and exquisite he is." ”

Bai Qingqing still didn't think so, squinted and raised his eyebrows and said: "Actually, it's nothing, he Murong Xiu can have today's status, most of them are attached to the rich branch of Nanrong Wangfu, how can he be regarded as a relative of the emperor, so the officialdom is naturally open, this officialdom is smooth, the shopping mall will naturally come to spend money to talk about cooperation, there is money, everything is easy to say, what kind of swordsmanship in their family, I can't look down on it, originally the various factions in the rivers and lakes do not interact with each other, since he opened this Wuhua banquet, what triennial gathering in Murong Villa, made him look like he had become the boss of the rivers and lakes. ”

After speaking, he drank the wine again, as if he didn't want money and didn't drink the wine in vain.

At this time, I saw Murong Xi standing on the platform in the middle, raised his glass and said loudly: "Today, all the heroes of the rivers and lakes gather in my Murong Mansion, it is really my Murong Xi's honor, now the younger generations of the rivers and lakes are endless, and the old decay should also return to the countryside, this year, on the occasion of this Wuhua Festival, I also hope that all friends in the rivers and lakes will bring my son, Murong Xia——"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard an abrupt voice for some reason.

"When the top of the Moon Mountain was goodbye, Murong Daxia's demeanor was still the same, why was he in such a hurry to go into hiding," Suddenly a woman with a veil on her face floated in the sky, and she was about thirty or forty years old when she heard the voice.

Behind him were four fairy-like maids, their clothes fluttering, and they landed lightly with the steps of the veiled woman.

"Who is this?" Gao Lan asked in a low voice.

Mo Shaozhi glanced sideways slightly, and shook his head for a while: "I really don't know this." ”

"Murong Xi, have you heard that in Naxi Ci Town, there is a figure of plain clothes again......" The veiled woman's voice was slightly provocative.

Gao Lan's heart trembled after hearing this, and he silently glanced at the little civet cat.

I saw that Murong Xi at this time suddenly clenched his hands, a little apprehensive.

But soon he turned to a smile: "I don't know who your Excellency is?" Although it is an uninvited guest, my Murong family's Wuhua Club is also welcome. ”

"I also said that you are an old-timer who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and you have never even recognized the king of the desert who is the head of my family," a girl in yellow beside the veiled woman held a sword and held her hands in front of her chest, full of spirit.

"It turned out to be the desert royal flower."

The people around him started talking.

"Haha," Murong smiled slyly, "It turned out to be the prestigious Du Wanghua, disrespectful and disrespectful, but Your Excellency has lived in the desert for a long time and rarely comes to this Central Plains to walk around, I don't know if you suddenly came here today......"

"It turns out that she is Du Wanghua," the little civet cat whispered, "I heard my father-in-law say that Du Wanghua has recovered the large and small tribes of the desert in recent years, and is already the most powerful king in the desert. ”

Gao Lan was more interested in how she could mention the magic of plain clothes......