When night fell, the children watching the jugglers and the people eating the flowing water feast all left, and everyone in the Bai family returned to their own houses, and they were quiet inside and out.

However, the east and west courtyards of the outer courtyard are still brightly lit, and people come and go.

Holding such a large banquet, no matter how many servants of the Bai family was, they invited a lot of manpower, in addition to the juggler troupe, the readers who wrote poems and wrote the fu, and relatives and friends who came from all over the world, all of which were placed in the east and west wings of the house.

There is a hall in the middle of the two courtyards, for these people to rest and eat, at this time the night is dark, and there are many people sitting in the lively inside.

There are men and women, old and young, some people are still dressed on the stage, there are people who read books sitting upright holding scrolls, and there are also old ladies and women who are dressed richly, and the candles in the hall are bright, shining on these people with obviously different identities, the scene looks inexplicably weird.

"Here comes the tea—" An old man walked through the middle with a large teapot, and asked enthusiastically, "Do you want tea?" Have a bowl of tea?"

But when they saw him coming, the people present either waved their hands and refused, or simply ignored him.

"Old man tea." A cook with a scarf around his neck, like a cook who had just come down from the stove, laughed and said, "Your ancestors only respected the dead for three generations, who would dare to drink your tea."

The old man laughed, "Old cook, you're here too."

He stopped delivering tea everywhere and sat down next to the old cook.

The old chef had salted beans and wine on the table, and the old man picked up a salted bean and threw it into his mouth: "Actually, my cooking skills are no worse than yours."

The old cook smiled and poured him wine: "I thought you were dead too, but I was shocked when I heard your news a while ago."

The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth: "The old immortal is talking about me, and I will continue to live and wait for death if I left an old life back then."

He said, glancing down the hall.

"Look at it now, there are almost no familiar faces."

The familiar ones are dead.

The old man took the wine glass and drank it all.

The old cook smiled, "The newcomers are from generation to generation, so that they can be passed on."

The old man snorted, "Inheritance, what inheritance? These people who don't know anything? I'm not at ease."

His eyes kept looking into the hall, and there were not a few people sitting in the hall, but there was no laughter, everyone was either with their companions or alone, and they were a little wary of those who were nearby.

There was no atmosphere in the hall where brothers and sisters from the same family gathered.

"No way." The old cook sighed lightly, "So many people have died, everyone is familiar with people and things are gone, plus they have not been in contact with each other for the past five years, and the brothers in the family are still alive if they don't move."

He smiled again.

"Lao Cha, you are the head of the house, this is reassuring, right?"

What was the old man about to say, someone came in outside the door again, in addition to the sound of footsteps, but also accompanied by the rolling of the wheels, although many people in the hall looked indifferent, but every time someone came in, everyone would cast their eyes to take a look, this time they didn't immediately move away, they all stared at the strange wheel......

It was originally a wheelchair, and it was pushed in, but just after being pushed, the old man sitting in the car shook the handrail, stood up under the gaze of everyone, and then the wheels rolled forward.

It's like a car!

Seeing the old man who was originally in a wheelchair walking around like a normal person, there was a noise in the hall.

"What kind of car is this?"

"Powered Bike!"

"This is a mechanic!"

Just when everyone was talking in a low voice, hesitating to come forward to talk, someone spoke first.

"Wei Dongjia! Shopkeeper Lu!"

Wei Dongjia, who was walking arrogantly and indifferently, stopped, and looked at the sound, and the shopkeeper Lu had already recognized it.

"Meng Xia!" He shouted happily.

Everyone's eyes also looked over, and they saw a man who had been sitting alone in the corner approaching.

When they met in a foreign country, coupled with the same concern in their hearts, both sides couldn't help but reach out and hold it tightly.

"You're here too? It's for her..."

"Do you have any news about her?"

As they spoke at the same time, they heard the content, and the anticipation in the eyes of both parties dissipated.

"I know something." Meng Xichang said, "Let's sit down and talk."

Shopkeeper Lu nodded, noticed something again, and looked at the hand he was holding.

"That's what she did?" He asked.

The pheasant had already written to them about what Seven Stars had done these days.

"Yes." Meng Xichang said, pulling up his sleeves and showing them the iron hand.

The people around also saw it, and the man before hung his sleeves to cover his hands, and he didn't pay attention to it, only then did he see that it was an iron hand.

This iron hand stretched out to shake the hands of the shopkeeper Lu, and there were distinct knuckles, which showed that the fingers could move.

There was a lot of talk all around.

"Lifelike!"

"Awesome, amazing!"

"Average!"

Of course, the person who said this was stared at by many people.

The man hugged his arms a little arrogantly, and when he saw people, he raised his eyebrows.

And the few people who looked at this strange car and strange iron hands over there, some people stood up curiously and asked, "Where did the same door come from?"

Shopkeeper Lu smiled and said, "We are Xitang ......."

Before he finished his words, Xitang came out of the two words, and the surroundings suddenly became noisy.

"Nishido—"

"Is that the Nishido?"

"Rescued the Rolling Dragon?"

In addition to the sound of talking, many people stood up, and others rushed to this side.

Shopkeeper Lu only felt dazzled, and a girl jumped from the top of her head.

"Xitang, Sister Seven Stars, is that Xitang!" She shouted.

Shopkeeper Lu looked at the girl, even such a young child knew her name.

He smiled even more: "Yes, the seven stars are the ...... of our Xitang."

"Be a member of the family, the master." Wei Dongjia added.

The girl clapped and looked behind them, "Is Sister Seven Stars here?"

A hint of gloom appeared in the eyes of the shopkeeper Lu, and he said with a smile on his face, "It's here, she's behind."

The girl raised her hand and rolled on the spot: "Okay~"

Meng Xichang also smiled and motioned again, "Let's sit down and talk."

Shopkeeper Lu and Wei Dongjia followed him inward, and the people around him kept greeting each other along the way.

Another person dressed in a costume stood up: "We from the East Hall have been wandering outside, thank you for saving our Hall Rolling Dragon!"

Let's say all the courtesy.

Shopkeeper Lu hurriedly clenched his fists and returned the salute: "Don't dare! What a family to say, thank you!"

A few others shouted to Meng Xichang, "This is the person who helped you kill Shi Feng?"

Those people were obviously lone knights, sitting alone, and when they heard Meng Xichang's answer to confirm, they also hugged their fists and saluted.

Wei Dongjia, who walked slowly in this greeting, had an extremely straight back, and his heart was proud and a little sour, Xitang's reputation was earned by Miss Seven Stars, but at this moment, she was not there.

A group of people who were walking in outside the door were slightly surprised.

"Why is it so lively, I thought it would be lively when we came." One said, looking at the backs of the three people who were surrounded by sight and voice, "Who is this?"

"It's someone from the West Hall." Someone at the door said enthusiastically.

It's just a West Hall, why are the stars holding the moon?

"Then I'll introduce our son of the wealth master in a moment, Xiaoliu, everyone must not be crazy......

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly pulled and pushed away behind him.

"Nishido?"

With these words, the golden figure rushed out like the wind.

"Hello, hello, friend of Xitang—"

The person who spoke was stunned and watched Gao Xiaoliu rush into the excitement.

This West Hall is really

A rarity?

When Gao Xiaoliu walked in front of Wei Dongjia and his party, the three of them were already sitting down and talking in a low voice, if it was someone else, they wouldn't come to bother at this time, but Gao Xiaoliu couldn't wait.

And inexplicably feel that he is not an outsider, he has a great relationship with Miss Seven Stars.

"How many, are you from the West Hall?" Gao Xiaoliu walked over and stood still.

Interrupted, all three looked over.

Gao Xiaoliu didn't wait for them to ask Shi Li to introduce himself: "I am Gao Xiaoliu in the capital."

He knew that he was not famous in the rivers and lakes, and was about to say another sentence that I knew Miss Seven Stars, and one of the people here had already said oh-

Ay? You even know him?! Could it be that Miss Seven Stars mentioned him to them? Oops, Miss Seven Stars has already introduced him to his family, and he hasn't brought Miss Seven Stars to see his father yet, it's really rude......

Gao Xiaoliu looked at the person who spoke in surprise, this was the old man on the wheeled car.

The old man raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and said, "You are the dice."

Dice?!

Gao Xiaoliu froze suddenly, and there was only one thought in his heart.

It's even more unpleasant!