There are more than a dozen houses in Hongzhou City, among them there are two restaurants, there are still literati and scholars on the street at night, the water is murmuring in the courtyard, and the excellent singers sing lyrics, they have been introduced into the house, and they have just entered the door to see that there are countless ink treasures left on the wall.

Everyone present took advantage of the beautiful night scenery to chant poems and paint, or hugged the three singers in their arms, touched their chests and patted their buttocks, and enjoyed a moment of peace.

Only at the top of the staircase there are four people who don't match the style of this place. From left to right, the fat man is covered in oil, his chest is exposed, and he holds the roast duck and sheep's head in his hand and sends it to his mouth, and he eats it for a while.

The other man was much like him, a scrawny, drunk, rosacea-nosed drunkard with a jar of fine wine.

The other two are quite human, one is tall, the other is short, the other has a lewd face, and he looks like a despicable and talentless person, and the other has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and tiger eyes, but he is only about thirty years old, but his face is full of weather.

The scholar didn't know the four of them, but he was like thunder to the people in the rivers and lakes present, and he was the Dharma Protector Venerable of the Demon Gate Tianyin Sect who had a reputation for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling.

They seemed to be waiting for someone here, and the four of them looked at each other, bowing their heads and shoulders, looking preoccupied and not knowing what they were worried about.

After a long time, a slender old man came down from the upper floor, about fifty years old, wearing a blue and gray cloth robe, his brows were furrowed, and his face was extremely displeased.

"Step on ...... Step on the ...... "The steps are very heavy, as if stepping on the hearts of the four people, every step the old man takes, the four people tremble, the old man walked to the middle of the stairs and stopped, stared at the four people without anger and self-authority, and slowly asked: "Who allowed the four of you to sneak attack Zhuo Yifan? This sect should not make too many enemies, the dustless old Taoist martial arts are extremely high, even the master of this sect must be polite and give three points when he sees it, and you dare to be an enemy of it?"

The drunkard was very strange, and although he was full of questions, he did not dare to ask questions when he saw the old man's face full of anger. The old man's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that his face was difficult, he asked, "Cao Xiong, do you have any questions?"

Cao Xiong raised his head and glanced at the old man, he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, his back was cold, and he stammered: "Subordinate...... The subordinates are just curious, Changchun Valley has a grudge with my sect for a long time, if you can kill the child surnamed Table, wouldn't it be able to get rid of a big enemy of my sect?"

The old man waved his long sleeves, banged twice, Cao Xiong had two more palm prints on his face, and he fell to the ground in pain, he hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the old man and begging for mercy: "My subordinates are all dead!

The old man snorted coldly, his face did not show joy and anger, and said, "Come with me." After that, he ignored the four of them, turned around and went back to the room, how dare the four of them disobey, and hurriedly followed behind the old man.

The old man sat on the bed and scolded: "Waste! Do you know what the consequences of killing Zhuo Yifan are?" Cao Xiong trembled, his back was wet with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say a word, for fear that if he said half a word wrongly, his head would fall to the ground in an instant......

When the fat man saw that he was afraid, he thought, "If you don't answer, I'm afraid you'll be angry with me, so I'll answer for him." The fat man threw the roast duck to the ground, knelt on the ground and said, "My subordinates have the courage to speak." ”

The old man squinted at him and said, "Xie Lingsu, although you are lazy to do it, every time you give you something, you do it neatly, but you say it's okay." ”

Xie Lingsu thanked him repeatedly, and then said: "The subordinates guess that if they kill Zhuo Yifan, my sect will have a grudge with Changchun Valley, and then it will be out of control." ”

The old man nodded and said, "Well, even if you haven't been blinded by lard, you two should get up." The two of them were commanded, and they stood up on their knees.

The old man turned around and sighed, and only after a long time did he say: "Now I don't teach as before, now I am threatened by the Huashan faction, the Linqing faction, the Shaolin Temple, the beggar gang, the Ten Thousand Beasts Village, the Weiyuan Dart Bureau and other factions, if you really kill Zhuo Yifan, you will grow the Spring Valley, the Immortal Forest, and the three factions of the Changsheng Mountain for my disciples. ”

The man played with the dice in his hand, fell into contemplation, and in a trance the dice fell to the ground, the old man turned around when he heard the sound, frowned and asked, "Ma Zhenwu, is there a report for teaching affairs?"

Ma Zhenwu bent down and picked up the dice, pulled his sleeve and wiped it carefully, the old man asked again, Ma Zhenwu reacted and replied: "My subordinates are thinking about whether they still want to participate in the Jiangfu birthday banquet." ”

The old man looked puzzled and asked again, "What do you think?"

The audience all looked at Ma Zhenwu, not knowing what his plan was, and after a long time, Ma Zhenwu said: "With all due respect to my subordinates, my sect is weak, but the Yama sect is in full swing, and they also have the ambition to unify the rivers and lakes, I wonder if it is still necessary for me to teach this birthday banquet." ”

The old man nodded and said, "This is reasonable, but ......" paused and said: "My Tianyin Sect has not stepped into the rivers and lakes for several years, and now it has suddenly reappeared in the rivers and lakes, what I want is their attitude. ”

Ma Zhenwu was very puzzled and asked, "Attitude?"

The old man said: "Yes, I just want an attitude, I am thinking about whether these people in the rivers and lakes are afraid of my Tianyin Sect or more afraid of the Yama Sect." ”

Ma Zhenwu was full of surprise, as if he had guessed what the old man was thinking, and asked tentatively: "Do you want to use ......" Before he finished speaking, the old man laughed and said: "Yes, the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit!"

The old man walked to the window, looked at the full moon, his face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Eight Heavenly Dragons, they will be reunited in a few days......"

The coming day is Jiang Yun's birthday, the heads of all sects and factions have arrived, according to the age of the ranking, Meng Kang and others hurriedly arrived, offering gifts before entering the door, just as soon as they entered, they saw a green shirt Yashi sitting in the chief, Meng Kang looked carefully, only to see this person's eyebrows and eyes, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were bright, he was smiling, and he greeted the guests, Meng Kang said: "This person is not inferior to me in appearance." ”

Wei Yang'er saw the Qingshan Yashi, walked a few steps forward to salute, and said with a smile: "Jiang Daxia, this side is polite." ”

Seeing this, Jiang Yun smiled faintly: "It turned out to be a fairy who was coming, and he was disappointed." "Respectfully return the salute.

Meng Kang and the others then stepped forward to salute in turn, Jiang Yun said to Zhuo Yifan, Shen Xinghe and others could all say their names, but when they arrived at Meng Kang, they frowned slightly, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what this little brother is called, and he is a master of the master's disciple?"

When Meng Kang heard this, he saw that he spoke politely and looked talented, like a humble gentleman, so he spoke very politely, and replied: "I have been under the sect of Changchun Valley for less than a year, and I am a fledgling unknown junior, and it is natural that Jiang Daxia does not know him. ”

Jiang Yun laughed after hearing this, and said: "Little brother doesn't have to be too humble, some people have a big name but no real skills, and those who have real skills are not necessarily famous, the little brother is a good horse for thousands of miles, and the dust-free Taoist chief of Changchun Valley is Bole, the little brother can worship under the door of Changchun Valley, and his kung fu will be low for ten or twenty years in one year, and it won't take long to break out of the world." ”

Meng Kang smiled faintly and did not answer, and praised in his heart: "This person speaks extremely beautifully, better than me, and is better at seeing people and talking about people, and the ability to talk nonsense when he sees ghosts, and can live in Jiangnan for a long time to keep the name of this Jiangnan hero, and his mouth should be inseparable." ”

Jiang Yun stretched out his hand to invite, and everyone entered the house, seeing that the heads of various sects and factions had already entered the table, Shen Xinghe was annoyed when he saw this, his face was displeased, and he muttered: "Damn, they are all full, and they haven't even prepared a seat for us, Jiang Yun, a bastard, will only say polite words and fart, and he doesn't take our Changchun Valley in his eyes at all!"

This time, even Zhuo Yifan didn't stop him, but he didn't echo it, he just stood aside with a look of displeasure on his face, waiting for Jiang Yun to come in and ask for an explanation.

Weiyang'er was the most anxious, she only felt that she had received a big grievance, and turned around and wanted to go out of the door to ask Jiang Yun for an explanation, could it be that this huge Jiang Mansion couldn't even put down a few chairs?

Before she could take two steps, she heard someone behind her say, "Girl, come on, come on, this chair is for you to sit on." Those who heard the words looked one after another, but they saw a Taoist master, dressed in a blue robe, wearing a Taoist crown, holding a dust whisk in his hand, carrying a sword, looking dignified, full of red light, about forty years old.

Hearing this, Weiyang'er waved his hand again and again and said: "Dao Chief, could it be that I covet a seat in his Jiang Mansion? I was just invited to come and deserve to occupy a seat, so rude, how could it be done by a gentleman?"

The Taoist chief smiled, shook off the dust, took a sip of tea, cleared his throat and said, "In that case, Poor Dao moved a chair for a few people, so everyone is happy, okay?"

Weiyang'er sighed and said, "Dao Chang doesn't have to, I'll ask him for an explanation later." ”

The Taoist nodded, took a few steps closer to her, and asked with a smile, "Dare to ask Ling Zun how his body is"

Weiyang'er sighed and asked, "Dare to ask the chief to know his father?"

The Taoist chief hummed and said, "Thirty years ago, when I was not yet in the Dao, I was given the grace of rice by Ling Zun, and I have survived to this day, and Ling Zun can be regarded as my life-saving benefactor." ”

Weiyang'er lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered that his father had mentioned that Yu Qingzi, the current head of the Linqing faction, was poor when he was young, and he saw no dust when he was hungry.

The two chatted happily, and suddenly heard a person interject: "You Linqing faction and Changchun Valley have a relationship, then my Huashan faction and Changchun Valley can be regarded as deep friends." ”