On May 16, it is advisable to sacrifice, pray for blessings, bathe, travel, break ground, and avoid migration, house, and burial.

In the west of Xiangyang City, in front of Zhao's Mansion, Yan Shan and Han Yi came together.

Li Yunqing hurriedly stepped forward, hugged his fists and said, "Han Gongzi and the boss can come, I am really flattered to be here!"

"Li Shaoxia is polite!"

After a brief greeting, the two walked into the Zhao Mansion.

The mansion is not imposing, but it is spacious enough.

In the front yard, the victory friends are like clouds, the high friends are full, the wine and meat are fragrant, and the scene is not lively.

In the midst of the uproar, there were seven green-shirted Taoist priests sitting quietly around the table, their eyes as clear as water, quiet and indifferent. They are like green lotuses out of the mud without staining, like autumn chrysanthemums are independent, like cold plums standing proudly in the wind and snow, not disturbed by foreign objects, quite out of the dust. The person in the center is even more delicate and handsome, with fairy wind and bones, which makes people unconsciously become pure and innocent. He is Zhang Sheng, the first master of the young generation in Wudang.

Inadvertently, eyes meet. When the old people saw each other, they just looked at each other and smiled, but they couldn't make any waves.

Zhang Sheng turned his gaze, still quiet and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Shan was secretly frightened. He used killing to preach the Tao, and had an epiphany on the edge of life and death, and his martial arts cultivation was able to advance by leaps and bounds. can face this first master of the young generation of Wudang, just like when he first met, he still couldn't see through.

Han Yi felt something, and said with a wry smile: "He is a genius who has not been encountered in Wudang for a hundred years, and at such an age, his martial arts cultivation has faintly been able to compete with the Wudang Sect." ”

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "He is too strong." ”

At a table next to the Wudang disciples, a middle-aged scribe was talking to a Southern Song official.

Han Yi said in a low voice: "This middle-aged scribe is Zhao Zhengyi, this official's name is Cui Yuangui, and he is the history of Xiangyang Thorn. ”

Yan Shan asked casually, "He is also Qin Hui's person?"

Han Yi nodded slightly.

In the crowd, there were two young girls who were very eye-catching. A Tsing Yi is dressed in a strong suit, with a delicate appearance, but those eyes are cold and deep, which makes people feel cold in their hearts. There was a long sword beside her, and there was no barrier between her right hand and the hilt, ready to be drawn and unsheathed. The other is wearing a long green dress, slim and elegant, with a slight shyness between her eyebrows and eyes, which can be described as a flower and a moon, and I feel sorry for it. Those beautiful eyes smiled before speaking, charming and moving, but they can kill people invisibly. These two people are Leng Yuxin and Bai Suxin.

As soon as he saw Han Yi and Yan Shan, Bai Suxin got up and walked over, his clothes fluttering, beautiful and moving.

"White girl!" the two of them clasped their fists slightly.

"Two sons, can you sit next to our sisters with a face?" Before the two of them could answer, a pair of green jade hands had already held them, interpreting the boldness of the children of the rivers and lakes to the fullest.

Seeing this, countless eyes were cast, envy, jealousy, resentment, and curse.

"There are beautiful people to accompany you. ”

"I can't ask for it. ”

Han Yi and Yan Shan looked at each other and smiled, and then left with Bai Suxin.

The three of them sat down next to Leng Yuxin.

Yan Shan looked at Bai Suxin and quipped: "The girl nephrite is warm and fragrant, even if there is no wine, I am afraid that I will be tempted by it." ”

Hearing this, Bai Suxin couldn't help but think of himself running away three days ago, scolding in his heart, but his expression did not change. She puffed out her chest, and her graceful posture was unmistakable. She smiled before she spoke, her eyes flowed, and she said coquettishly: "The little girl is fortunate to have the pity of her son, which is really a blessing for three lives." If the son does not give up, the little woman is willing to make a promise with her body!" Three days ago, because she touched the girl's heart, out of instinct, she ran away. After the fact, I realized that I was deceived, and I was angry and angry in my heart. When you see the other party making teasing words, how can you let it go?

Seeing this, Leng Yuxin snorted lightly, looking indifferent.

Han Yi just looked at Yan Shan quietly, with a gloating expression.

Yan Shan was really a little crying and laughing. It is not intentional to speak and flirt, but the young man has a heart, how can he easily admit defeat?

"Favored by the girl, and promised with his body, if he still doesn't appreciate it, isn't it better than a beast?" As he spoke, he had a smile in his eyes, and he was about to reach out and hug Bai Suxin into his arms.

Bai Suxin's cheeks are slightly red, like flower buds waiting to be released, which makes people feel excited. The hand had already touched the sleeve of his shirt, and he could faintly feel a hint of warmth. Bai Suxin didn't move at all, raised her eyebrows slightly towards Yan Shan, and seemed to say: This girl wants to see, what do you kid want?

At this moment, the air seemed to condense instantly, and the noise stopped abruptly. That hand was all watched, and even Zhang Sheng looked at it.

At the moment when the hand was about to grab Bai Suxin's arm, only a light sigh was heard, Bai Suxin was still laughing and silent, but Yan Shan was already half a step away.

"Cut!"

"Bag!"

"The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic. Is he still a man?"

......

There are those who envy, there are those who are jealous, and there are those who have resentment.

Bai Suxin looked at Yan Shan, smiling coquettishly, proudly and provocatively.

Yan Shan could only smile silently. In a trance, he remembered the three roast pheasants that were charred on the outside and on the inside, as well as the beautiful faces that were as delicate as flowers. It's just that I don't know, where is the beauty in Tsing Yi at this time, can she be okay?

Zhang Sheng retracted his gaze and secretly thought to himself: Although this person is not a gentleman, he is not a villain.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

In front of the main hall, a statue of Guan Erye stands proudly on the incense table, with three animal offerings, a live chicken and an incense burner under the hem.

Zhao Zhengyi, Qin Xiaotian and Li Yunqing stood in front of the incense case, their expressions solemn.

At this time, the servant brought a wooden plate, and in the wooden plate was a bowl of wine and a knife.

A bearded man held a knife in his right hand and a live chicken in his left hand. After that, he handed the knife to Zhao Zhengyi.

Zhao Zhengyi took the knife casually, and with a slight stroke between his fingers, a few drops of blood dripped into the wine bowl. Then, Qin Xiaotian and Li Yunqing did the same in turn, and also dripped blood into the wine bowl.

Zhao Zhengyi picked up the wine bowl and shook it gently until the blood dissolved in the wine, and then took a sip. After that, he handed the wine bowl to Qin Xiaotian, and Qin Xiaotian also took a sip...... In the end, the rest of the blood wine was placed in front of the statue of Guan Erye.

The servant brought a wooden plate again, on which were placed three sticks of incense, the incense was already lit, and the smoke was filled.

The three of them each picked up a stick of incense and held it in front of their chests with their hands on their solemn faces.

"Today, I'm Zhao Zhengyi,"

"Qin Xiaotian,"

"Li Yunqing,"

"I wish to be brothers with different surnames, and from now on we will share blessings and difficulties, and we will not seek to be born on the same day and month in the same year, but to die on the same day and month in the same year!"

The voice is loud and vowed.

"Good!"

"What a gratifying congratulations!"

"Three chivalrous first......

A cheer rang out.

At this moment, someone said coldly: "A hypocrite, a real villain, and a blind one, it is really a perfect match!" Although the voice was soft, it was infused with internal force, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

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