Dressed and laughing loudly. In the midst of the noise, Zhao Wu'an is a rare quiet person. An Qing was obviously not strong enough to drink, and she was so drunk that Zhao Wuan had no choice but to give her a chair and stand aside. Fortunately, at this time, many heroes had already gotten up to toast, and he was not so abrupt when he was standing.

However, Meng Qingxian, the lady of Xiao Mansion on the high platform, still cast her eyes on him from time to time. The two looked at each other for a long time, but Zhao Wu'an didn't dodge, and in the end, it was often the delicate-minded woman who looked away first, pretending not to care.

The enthusiasm of the heroes for Xiao Donglai has not diminished, at first only a few people left the table to toast, and gradually developed into a table after table, toasting Xiao Donglai in unison, almost pressing the peerless music of Jiang Caiyi on the roof silently.

These hundred tables of heroes were all lined up to toast, and even Zhao Wu'an was quite moved. It's Hu Buxi, drunk in the clouds, and I don't know the situation. Zhao Wu'an poured two drunks on the left and right, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

Qiao Xi is a woman with a heart as fine as dust, and she put a cup for the drunken Hu Buxi to prevent him from inadvertently knocking it over. Zhao Wu'an watched from the sidelines, and he was also surprised that Hu Buxi didn't show his face, in just a few days, he and Qiao Xi made progress so quickly. Qiao Xi, who lowered his head and carefully sorted out, noticed Zhao Wu'an's gaze, raised his head to look at him for a moment, and immediately looked away in shame.

Zhao Wu'an was unimpressed. Hu Buxi can find a partner, he is the boss, so he is naturally happy.

Hu Buxi whispered softly: "Yan Shan......"

Qiao Xi's face became a little strange. Zhao Wu'an couldn't help laughing, but he still turned his head away. This kind of small misunderstanding, just keep it for them to tie the knot in the future, and then slowly sort it out.

After the ninety-nine tables of heroes finished toasting in turn, Xiao Donglai stroked his palms and smiled, hugged his fists and said: "You are victorious, Xiao is ashamed! Xiao Mou would like to assure you on behalf of the Heavenly Immortal Sect that you will be on this river and lake and lay down a piece of the country!"

More than half of the people shouted loudly, and the other half fell silent, piece by piece. Zhao Wu'an smiled faintly.

The people who came to the Heavenly Immortal Banquet were probably rangers and small sect disciples from all over the vicinity, and their enthusiasm was certainly respectable, but the foundation of martial arts was not real, and the grade was not high, which was also the status quo. The Heavenly Immortal Sect has no financial resources, and it is far inferior to the major families that have been famous for a long time in terms of the accumulation of martial arts. Now at the Tianxian Banquet, although he can be liked by the Jianghu rangers, it is equivalent to announcing to some Jianghu families that they want a piece of the pie, and those knights from famous and decent families at the banquet will not be happy.

There are pros and cons to the Tianxian Banquet, but if you wantonly win over a small sect, it will be too ugly and too easy to attract the attention of famous and decent families. These so-called righteous paths, just find a reason, buckle a hat for you, and then release the unwarranted attraction of the secret gods and soldiers, leading the army of rivers and lakes to destroy this Heavenly Immortal Sect, Xiao Donglai will steal chickens and rice.

Xiao Donglai said: "Since ancient times, there are four famous and decent families in the world, men have Shaolin, women have Emei, art has Huashan, and Taoism has Kunlun. These four factions are far away, and my Heavenly Immortal Sect can only treat each other with bows. ”

"Under the four factions, there are five. The Nie family in Taiyuan, Hedong, has two swords to drink joy and Wangyue;" Xiao Dong said, raising his glass to Nie Xinglu from afar, "The Liu family in Huaidong has seven famous swords, Qutang in Shudi, there are seven hundred sword heroes in the west, and there are ten holy monks in the east; Bianliang occupies two families, the Han family's Bahai knife, and the Ouyang family's Wensheng pen. These five families are also the tide of the rivers and lakes, and my Heavenly Immortal Sect is beyond the reach of the dust. ”

"Having said that, the Xiao family of Tianxian Sect and the Meng family of Suzhou gathered in Suzhou and Hangzhou resorts alone, and are willing to set up a golden signboard for the leaders of the two Zhejiang lakes and the brothers inside and outside the two Zhejiang provinces. Xiao Donglai swore an oath, "From now on, as long as the brother who is not an enemy of the Tianxian Sect enters the Liangzhejiang Road, he will be a guest of my Xiao Donglai and a guest of the Tianxian Sect." Our sect treats each other with courtesy, and is thirsty for talent, and I hope that all heroes will not hesitate to give advice!"

"Sect Master Xie!" was another deafening cry from the audience.

Xiao Donglai, who had finished his rhetoric, smiled ruddy and laughed at himself: "This osmanthus cake is really numb, and drinking can't quench your thirst." Let Xiao say goodbye for the time being, and come back in a moment to drink with you!"

As he spoke, he staggered off the stage with the support of the servants. Mrs. Meng sat on the high platform, waved her long sleeves, and chuckled: "Heroes, please drink booze, and the husband will go back when he goes." ”

The courtyard is still a lively scene.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his head and sipped his tea.

It is a prosperous scene, I don't know how many bloody storms and rains are above the temple at this moment, how many plots are conspiratorial, at least between the rivers and lakes, everyone is happy.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

People looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a thick smoke, accompanied by a bright fire, reaching into the night sky.

Most of them hadn't come back to their senses, just stared at the smoke and flames slowly rising from the east, and the location of the fire was the guest room.

"It's out of the water, go and save it!" The people who reacted quickly left their seats one after another, and rushed to that area. But most of them were newcomers, not very familiar with the terrain, and some even broke into the courtyard of Xiao Rong, the ancestor of the Xiao family, and the eighty-year-old man was also very frightened by this sudden flame.

Meng Qingxian shouted on the stage: "All the knights can reach the courtyard by taking the passage at the east end from the shadow wall, bypassing a path of falling flowers. There is a water tank full of water in the yard to extinguish the fire!"

For a time, hundreds of tables of heroes and heroes crowded one after another. Hu Buxi was startled by the loud noise, rubbed his eyes and sat up. Qiao Xi fidgeted beside him, not knowing what to do, and looked at Zhao Wu'an, who was awake.

Zhao Wuan waved his hand: "You just stay by his side." In addition, An Qing will also entrust you to take care of it for a while. ”

Qiao Xi nodded solemnly, and finally instructed: "Your Excellency must be careful. ”

Zhao Wu'an nodded, turned around and blended into the crowd, and ran towards the courtyard of the guest room. The crowd was surging, and some high-ranking knights had already directly carried out light skills and jumped over the roof, making Jiang Caiyi, who was at a loss with the piano on the roof, tremble.

Zhao Wu'an was not good at light work, and it took a lot of effort to advance along the surging crowd. Standing on tiptoe and looking through the crowd of black pressure, the fire was the house closest to the courtyard gate of the scholar Luo Guanhai.

Only then did he remember that at the dinner, he didn't seem to see Luo Guanhai.

Could it be that he was drunk in the afternoon and didn't wake up, and he was already trapped in the fire at the moment?

He was feeling this anxiety when he heard a high-pitched voice that drowned out the voices of the others: "Hurry up, hurry up, there are so many straws piled up in the back room, and it will burn out! If this house burns down, how will I sleep tonight!"

In the sparse firelight, that abrupt voice was obviously Luo Guanhai. Zhao Wu'an breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have martial arts, so he was so anxious that he jumped in front of his guest room at the moment, shouting and directing those Jianghu wrestlers to put out the fire. Xiao Mansion really still had some foresight, and put a lot of water tanks at the base of the walls of these courtyards, and said in the afternoon that it was to prevent fires, and found fires at night.

A tank full of water was still very heavy, and it took two or three people to pick it up and pour it into the house. The fire started from the side window, and it seemed that there was a fire in the room, so no one could get in, but the effect of pouring water into the window was quite significant. Even if the flame cannot be extinguished, the sunken wood soaked in water cannot be burned again, and the fire will naturally extinguish when it has burned everything dry.

Luo Guanhai was still very anxious: "If you put out the fire like this, there must not be even ash left in the room, right? Then where am I going to sleep at night?" Although he looked anxious, he just stood in front of the room and didn't move.

Nie Xinglu, who was busy working on the side of the house, was already sweating profusely at the moment, still staring at the flames in the house with all his attention, and used his internal force to pour water into it. Hearing Luo Guanhai's complaints, Nie Xinglu seemed to have some opinions, and said angrily: "That's what you said, why didn't you come to help put out the fire?"

"The fire is in that place, and I don't have martial arts, how can I send water in?" Luo Guanhai said dissatisfied.

Nie Xinglu snorted: "You deserve to sleep outside today!" As he spoke, he slammed the door with all his strength, breaking the door valve directly, and the wooden door creaked in.

Nie Xinglu turned around, got angry, and suddenly lifted a water tank and rushed towards the house. The fire in the room was still very thick, Nie Xinglu rushed inward for two steps, suddenly plopped, fell to the ground, and poured out most of the jar of water in his hand, which was not accurately poured on the burning straw.

Fortunately, the straw in the back room was almost burned out, and the flames gradually went out. However, Nie Xinglu's fall was genuine, full of embarrassment, and the heroes present couldn't help but laugh when they saw that the fire was no longer in serious trouble. Taiyuan Nie's family, that's just the case.

Nie Xinglu, who was holding his head up, looked at the place where he fell inexplicably. Across the crowd, Zhao Wuan suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Hu Buxi was already drunk and didn't come, but An Guangmao, who had been on duty during the banquet, could be said to have not drunk a drop of wine until now, and he was very sober, Zhao Wuan quickly walked to An Guangmao's side, as if facing a big enemy: "Something is wrong." Please Otti to restrain the crowd. ”

Knowing that Zhao Wu'an would never speak out for no reason, An Guangmao understood, turned his head and ordered the servants of the Xiao Mansion to separate the heroes of the rivers and lakes from a distance.

Luo Guanhai, who had been standing at the front of the room, was not noticed by the officials at first, but at this moment, seeing that the fire was gradually subsiding, he also breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few steps inside, and said from afar: "Luo, thank you Nie Shaoxia for your help." ”

These poor scholars are like this, they are always polite and polite, and strive to be harmonious in dealing with others, but once it comes to their own interests, such as the burning of their residence, they must be so anxious to jump up and down, and they can't wait for someone to lose one and pay ten.

However, when the matter related to his own interests came to an end, he immediately became gentle and elegant. Zhao Wu'an has seen a lot of this kind of self-digging bookish spirit, and he is not surprised.

However, Nie Xinglu was very uncomfortable with the sudden change in Luo Guanhai's attitude, and cast an angry gaze from afar.

The crowd was separated by An Guangmao and the officials under his command, Zhao Wu'an nodded at An Guangmao, walked into the room, and approached Nie Xinglu. Nie Xinglu, who had already gotten up from falling everywhere, slapped his palms and frowned, "Where did the thing come from?" ”

Zhao Wu'an leaned over to light the fire candle in the corner of the house, and walked in front of Nie Xinglu with the lamp.

The dim candlelight lit up, illuminating the place where Nie Xinglu fell. In fact, even Nie Xinglu himself felt it just now, and what tripped him was a little unusual. It was just pitch black, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

At this moment, under the light of the light, he and Zhao Wu'an discovered the true face of that thing at the same time.

Xiao Donglai, who was still talking and laughing with the group of heroes a moment ago, was pierced through the chest by a long knife at this moment and fell in front of the door of the inner room.