The sun rose in the east, and when he heard the rooster crowing, Yang Ling retreated from his cultivation state.

He rarely has the habit of sleeping lazy, and of course, the whole night of practice did not make his mental state worse, but he was full of energy.

As expected, Lin Pingzhi was already waiting outside the house, but instead of serving him, he smelled the chickens and danced, and came to his courtyard to practice swords.

The sound of swords resounding in the empty courtyard, breakfast or something, the next person has already prepared it, and there is no need for him, the third young master of the Lin family, to work hard every day.

Yang Ling saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but nod secretly, thinking that only the Immortal Sutra could cure his symptoms, and couldn't help but think of his Qingyan Gong.

Not to mention whether he promised that the old owner of Jin Lao Zhuang would not teach outsiders, and this fierce and violent pure yang internal force was not something he could resist, he couldn't even withstand ordinary internal force, not to mention this Qingyan Gong.

However, there seem to be twelve of these Sutras of Eternal Life, and if he has the opportunity to find the rest of the Sutras one day, and if there is a cure for them, he will definitely ask for Lin Pingzhi.

As Lan Lin and the girls also got up early, the next person brought breakfast for a few people to enjoy.

Lin Pingzhi was already accustomed to getting along with Yang Ling, and after they finished breakfast, he stood aside and practiced his sword.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and I thought that today was another day of sunrise and sunset, but I never thought that there were a few distinguished guests in the courtyard.

"Yang Xiaoyou, look who's coming!"

I only heard Lin Yuanda shouting from afar, and his tone was full of joy.

Since the relationship between Lin Pingzhi and Yang Ling has become more and more familiar, Lin Yuanda's title for him has also changed from Shaoxia to Xiaoyou, and he has been treated as a close friend.

As Lin Yuanda walked in first, behind him, there were several figures, which made Yang Ling's eyes light up.

"Amitabha, after a few months, don't come to Master Yang unharmed!"

Master Fang Yuan walked slowly, folded his hands, and bowed his head slightly.

"I've seen Shitai!"

Yang Ling also returned the salute.

"Yang Shaoxia!"

Wudang Li Yanjiang hugged his fists.

Yang Ling didn't expect him to come, so he immediately returned the salute, his face full of smiles.

I saw Jin Shijie walking out from behind several people, bowing down and bowing: "Engong!" ”

With Yang Ling's great kindness to his Jin family, he deserves to be worshiped like this.

Yang Ling hurriedly helped Jin Shijie up, and said with a wry smile: "The young owner doesn't have to be like this. ”

Jin Shijie looked firm and said: "Grandpa and father can't come here in person because of the retreat, I didn't expect to see Engong here, if they knew, I'm afraid that no matter how difficult it is, they will come here!" ”

In this regard, Yang Ling didn't say much, and then looked at the old man behind Li Yanjiang who was wearing a yin and yang Taoist robe and immortal wind dao bones.

Without waiting for Li Yanjiang's introduction, the old man bowed his hand slightly: "Poor Dao Chu Yanqing, a disciple of the Wudang Sect for five generations, has seen Yang Shaoxia." ”

Yang Ling saw that the other party was behaving generously, and his words and deeds were quite polite, and he also bowed respectfully: "I've seen Daoist Chu!" ”

At the same time, I couldn't help but think in my heart that Li Yanjiang is the seventh generation, and this Chu Daochang is a fifth-generation disciple, isn't that Li Yanjiang's grandfather, it seems that he is an old-timer.

When he thought of this, there was more respect in his eyes.

Chu Yanqing's eyes kept looking at Yang Ling, although it was already a late year, his eyes were exceptionally clear, and after a few looks, there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and he nodded secretly: This son's temperament is natural, and there is a fierce sword intent hidden in his body, he is indeed a kendo master, and what Yan Jiang said is true.

After a few people saw each other, they said hello, and Yang Ling invited them to the hospital for a while, but they were politely refused.

Then he thought that they had traveled a long way, and tomorrow would be a gathering of heroes, and they should adjust their condition before, so he didn't stay long and sent them away.

Before leaving, Lin Yuanda deliberately glanced at Lin Pingzhi, who was practicing swords in the corner, and saw that his face was pale, and dense hot sweat broke out on his forehead, but he was still practicing swordsmanship, and his heart was both relieved and distressed, so he didn't say a word and left silently.

Lin Pingzhi naturally found out about his father's arrival, but he didn't slack off because of this, and continued to repeat the same action.

Yang Ling didn't stipulate how many times he had to practice a day, because of his physique, he didn't have an accurate judgment, he just told him not to overdraw his physical strength.

And Lin Pingzhi lived up to expectations, and he didn't stop until he practiced to the limit every time, without the slightest suspicion of being lazy.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed, and today the heroes have gathered, and almost all the characters on the righteous path have come.

Liancheng Villa's reputation is not small, take this opportunity to get acquainted, he met the rivers and lakes in the future, and it can be regarded as a good fate in advance.

When he came to the banquet hall, Yang Ling knew the importance of fame, because he was already well-known in the rivers and lakes, coupled with Jin Shijie, Lin Yuanda and others respected him, and he sat down at the main table smoothly.

He was probably the youngest at the table.

As the various sects sat down, the number of people was more than double that he had seen in Chiyan Mountain Villa that day.

Fortunately, the venue is big enough, otherwise there are many people and no seats, wouldn't it be very offensive.

Today, except for the forces in the Western Regions of Yun, Sichuan, and Guizhou, almost all the major forces in the Southern Regions have arrived.

Yang Ling looked at Master Fang Yuan and asked curiously, "I heard that the Emei faction where Master Tai is located is in Sichuanzhou, how can he rush to Liancheng Villa within seven days?" ”

Fang Yuan's face was kind, and his tone was kind: "After the poor nun said goodbye to Chiyan Villa, he did not return to Emei, traveled in Hu and Jiangxi Prefectures, and happened to visit Wudang Mountain some time ago. ”

"I see!"

Yang Ling was strange in his heart, and he thought that the Emei faction had some powerful body technique, which could cross the east and west domains with seven days!

That's pretty impressive.

As a red-robed figure entered Yang Ling's line of sight, and then sat opposite him, he couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect Fu Jingqing from the Songyang faction to come.

But think about it, the Songyang faction is a major force in Linzhou, so it is naturally included.

Yang Ling's eyes glanced at the figures on the table, they were all acquaintances, including Lin Yuanda of the Lin family, Jin Shijie representing Chiyan Villa, Chu Yanqing of the Wudang faction, Fang Yuan Shitai of the Emei faction, Fu Jingqing of the Songyang faction, and Ma Qianyuan and his wife from the Taihu Gang.

Seeing that there were still two people left in the ten, I wondered if there was one more person who had not yet arrived besides Di Huasheng?

At this time, I saw Di Huasheng Yu a man wearing an ink robe and dressed as a scholar.

Yang Ling was curious in his heart, so he listened to Jin Shijie on the side whisper: "This is Liu Zhengxuan of the Hengshan faction, and he is the junior brother of Mu Feng, the head of the Hengshan faction. ”

Hengshan faction!

Yang Ling remembered hearing Wu Daozi say when he was in the Wuliang Sword Sect that the Hengshan faction and the four factions of Mount Tai, Huashan, Songshan, and Hengshan were collectively known as the Wuyue Sword Sect.

Liu Zhengxuan belonged to the Hengshan faction and knew everyone present, but when his eyes fell on Yang Ling's face, he paused for a moment, and then seemed to remember something, smiled and nodded, which can be regarded as a greeting.

Yang Ling also nodded.

As Liu Zhengxuan sat down, Di Huasheng said loudly: "Today, thank you for giving Di Mou face and being able to come to this banquet in your busy schedule, Di Mou thanked me in advance." ”

As he spoke, he clasped his fists and bowed, and everyone echoed.

I only heard Di Huasheng continue: "From today on, I even the city and the villa can be regarded as entering the rivers and lakes, if I get together with you in the rivers and lakes of the day, I hope to be like Xun Rujing, share the hardships, advance and retreat together, in order to defend my righteous path Yongchang." ”

As soon as Di Huasheng's words fell, there were people below who clapped their palms and shouted to cheer for them, and the applause was one after another, and the momentum was shocking.

Now the righteous path has added another arm, and look at how those demon sects dare to offend my Central Plains.

After a period of oath, the banquet finally entered the most lively part, the sound of staggering was endless, and the heroes gathered, and it was indispensable to brag and fart, and the sound gradually became noisy.

Yang Ling is sandwiched between a group of bigwigs, and he also looks a little cramped, compared to eating freely and happily, this kind of socializing general cup and changing lamps is really not suitable for him.

Before he ate much food, he was shouted and drunk by a group of people, led by Ma Qianyuan, who wanted to pour him to death.

"Haha, Yang Shaoxia is really brave, drink this cup, you and I Ma Qianyuan will be brothers in the future, he will come to my Taihu Lake to sit down, and he will definitely entertain you!"

In the face of such hospitality, even if it was hard-headed, Yang Ling could only drink.

Now he has no internal strength to support his body, it is completely the dizziness caused by the hard resistance to alcohol, and he is a little groggy for a while, but after a while he is a little more sober.

When I was feeling strange in my heart, I was pushed by Lin Yuanda to drink a cup again.

After a few catties of strong wine, he suddenly felt that he was not so drunk again.

At this moment, a delicate voice sounded behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

Yang Ling looked back and saw that it was Di Sheng, looking at her pretty face, with a little red, very beautiful and moving, she couldn't help but take a second look, and then said in a daze: "Miss Di." ”

Di Sheng smiled lightly, and said crisply: "Brother Yang, I'll toast you, thank you for your guidance in the past few days." ”

Yang Ling didn't want to drink, but seeing her full of anticipation, she couldn't help but soften, raised her glass and said, "Okay, just one glass, I can't drink any more." ”

"Good!"

Di Sheng saw that his face was flushed, his eyes were slightly confused, he was not lightly drunk, he had thought of a way to trick him, but he gave up at the moment, and just responded obediently.

The two of them drank all the wine in their cups, and Di Sheng reluctantly left.

After a while, Lin Pingzhi also had the courage to toast, and Yang Ling was not so accommodating to him, he directly glanced at him, replaced the wine with tea, and sent him away.

Lin Pingzhi also saw Di Sheng come to toast, so he was not to be outdone, but he didn't want to be sent away by a cup of tea, and four words involuntarily appeared in his mind: "heavy color and light friends".

After Di Huasheng and the big people at the same table toasted, he confessed and was about to get up to entertain the heroes, but at this time, a roar like a lion's roar sounded outside the hall, instantly overshadowing everyone's voices:

"When a distinguished guest comes to the door, how can no one greet him!"

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