I don't cry, I don't lament, I don't regret, the golden leaves are piled up in my heart, I am no longer a young man.

......

Liu Hanyan looked at the vacant position above and thought to himself, is the head of the family really not participating in this Huixi banquet?

In addition to inviting the younger generation, many people have to be invited to the banquet, including guests from other sects, but what has remained the same over the years is that the head of the family will come in person to show his attention.

The moment passed, and the hall began to talk.

The Wind Breaker Daoist was dissatisfied: "It's just that the master and apprentice of the Cangyun Sect are not invited, why hasn't the first person in the sword test shown up at this point in time?

This is, of course, a question that everyone in the temple wants to know.

Yi Wang Sun smiled and said: "The head of the family has always been eclectic, naturally because of some other things. ”

Breaking Wind said: "Today is the Lonely Mountain Convergence Banquet, is there anything else more important than this?"

Yi Wangsun said lightly: "Since it is the Huixi Banquet, it is naturally the home of these young people, could it be that the head of the family has come to this Huixi Banquet to really start?"

Behind Breaking Wind and Lone Shadow sat a young man, who had been silent since he entered the hall, and then stood up and said, "I want to challenge the first person in the sword test." ”

When there are countless streams coming together, there is always a lap of wind and waves.

In addition to the encouragement of these young people, the most important thing is the wind and waves that Huixi is afraid of when Huixi is in the river.

Someone challenged naturally, and someone responded.

A figure stood up and said, "I'm here to fight." ”

It was an ordinary figure.

The young man's expression was indifferent, his tone did not change, and he said: "What I want to challenge is to be the first person in the sword test." ”

It's a little embarrassing.

At this time, the Lonely Shadow Daoist whispered to the young man who didn't know what to say, and then the young man agreed to the competition and said, "Taiqing Xuanmeng Qingyun Guan Tang Eryuan, please." ”

"Ma San, a disciple of the Green Cultivation Hall of the Lonely Mountain Sword Sect. ”

The beginning of the battle was the beginning of the feast of the streams, and the streams began to meet each other.

Before the battle began, Zhao Shu glanced outside the hall and thought to himself, what happened this year?

In fact, some people have not arrived.

For example, the two young geniuses of the Qingxiu Hall and the Qingluan Palace.

......

In a residence below the Lingyun Palace, there is a bright small courtyard, and two buttocks lie comfortably on the two bamboo chairs in the courtyard. Probably one of the butts was impatient with the noise of chopping wood, so the ass moved, probably turning over.

When the man had finished chopping the wood, he put the axe away, and then he was ready to go into the house with the wood and make a fire.

Zhang Ze suddenly said, "You should still stand, otherwise what if you smoke my house?" Soon walked out with a piece of black object.

"The stove will be brought out for you, and you will come here to make tea on the fire, but don't choke me. ”

Chopping wood, making a fire, and making tea were all things that servants do, but now that person seems to have become a loyal servant in this courtyard, chopping wood, making fires, and making tea.

After a while, wisps of light smoke rose from the furnace, and the whole courtyard was filled with the smell of dry wood burning.

Zhang Ze had already coughed, but in fact, the smoke was not very choking.

"Why are you so careless? ”

"You're cruel enough, you don't have a tendency to abuse small animals, do you?"

"Hey, hey, you're smoking. ”

"Oh, why are you clumsy, that can't be cooked!

"What, the cat, I said no, I didn't do it here, can I bring my ears on when I speak?"

......

The man was busy without hurry, even if Zhang Ze had already shouted and commanded indiscriminately, it did not affect what he was going to do next.

Zhang Zeji likes this feeling very much, and even feels that the feeling of being served is very comfortable, it seems that there is a scholar sword boy is real, cool.

The tea has been boiled in the pot.

The fire slowly boiled.

Until the courtyard, the air was filled with a faint smell of fragrant tea.

The tea is ripe.

The man took a sip and sighed, "Good tea." ”

Zhang Ze has said disdainfully: "Don't be in a hurry to enjoy it yourself, bring me a cup too." ”

Drinking tea and watching the clouds in the sun is of course a very pleasant thing.

But in such a leisurely time, there will always be someone to disturb you.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the round hole that suddenly appeared on the wooden door, and couldn't help but feel annoyed, and was about to curse a few words, but before he could open his mouth, a light shot out from the small round hole, and then he couldn't say anything like that again.

In fact, even if the sword in front of his eyebrows advanced a little further at this moment, he would still make such a relaxed expression.

A sword came through a round hole in the door, and then hovered in front of someone's eyebrows.

Maybe just a joke.

Zuo Shi looked vigilantly at the outside of the wooden door, and a sword had been condensed in his hand at some point.

The man was still drinking his tea, and he didn't seem to know what had just happened.

The sword is cold.

Of course, he recognized the sword.

The last time he faced this Bingli Sword, he was almost crushed to death by the house, but today the sword was already in front of his eyebrows, and he was really a crazy woman.

He smiled and said to the outside of the wooden door, "I have a cup of freshly ripened tea, but your greeting gift is not very friendly." ”