Chunxiang City is built near the sea, but it is not really close to the coast, twenty miles to the east outside the city is the sea, there is no wharf here, there is only a scenic spot looking at the sea platform, the platform is about 20 zhang high, it is particularly prominent on the coastline of the Pingchuan River. Every time the big river and big waves hit, they hit the high platform, sweeping thousands of layers of snow, and they do not lose the tide of Qiantang in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the deep twilight, countless literati called friends and companions, gathered in Wanghaitai, each of them brought their own sitting felt, tea and wine and other things, except for a few old literary bigwigs, all did not bring servants and maids, all experienced and personal, according to the status from top to bottom from the high platform to the steps of the floor row by row to sit on the ground.

There are about 300 people on the Wanghai platform tonight, extending from the top of the platform to the bottom of the platform.

At the top of the Wanghai Terrace, which has the widest view, only a handful of four people sit scattered.

The head of the body is dressed in a crane, sitting cross-legged on his knees, holding the tail in his hand, and he is elegant and elegant, so that ordinary people look at it and respect him.

Not far from its left side is a middle-aged scribe in a green shirt, although he does not have the elegant things in his hands, but the dusty bearing of the two sleeves of the bright moon on his shoulders is not inferior to others.

Opposite him was a handsome monk dressed in white, lightly buttoning a few beads in one hand, twisting an orchid in the other, with a three-point smile on his face.

The person at the head is not an outsider, it is the local landlord, Ye Daoqi, the head of the Ye family, Chunxiang City is regarded as the back house of the Ye family, and the Wanghaitai that relies on Chunxiang City has naturally become the private property of the Ye family.

The person to the left of Ye Daoqi is Li Qingyu, the head of the Li family in Jiangling, after the old master Li Zijian retired, Li Qingyu supported the Li family alone, and still did not damage the Li family's transcendent status in Huzhou, Jiangnan, and there were even signs of further steps.

As for the white-clothed monk, he is the master of the dragon department among the eight sects of Buddhism, and he is also the faint co-leader of the eight tribes, and his identity and status have long been needless to say.

There was also a person sitting alone not far from the three of them, but she was a good-looking woman, particularly conspicuous among the men, neither drinking nor tea, and there was a posture that everyone was drunk and she was sober.

She reverted to her surname Murong, a single name with a real character, since Murong Xuan took charge of the Murong family, the Murong family has had some momentum of yin and yang decline, and over the years, she has recruited many sons-in-law, and because of this, through one Murong woman after another, countless outstanding talents have poured into the big lake of Murong family, so that there is the heyday of the Murong family today, Murong Zhen is one of these Murong women, but the slight difference is that she has never married yet, and she is still a daughter.

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At this time, these four people were talking together, and the other three hundred people were all bystanders.

At a slightly lower position from the top of the stage, a man and a woman sat at the same table, attracting frequent sideways glances from the people around, but at this time, when Tan Xuan was in the middle of his life, no one asked the two of them more than that.

These two people are Xu Beiyou and Shangguan Qiushui who have mixed into this place, Xu Beiyou looked up, and he could vaguely see a middle-aged man who was holding the head was talking in a deep voice, and the three strands of beard under his chin were particularly elegant, the wording was powerful, and the tone was frustrated, attracting bursts of applause, Xu Beiyou and Li Qingyu and the Dragon King of Buddhism were quite familiar, but this person was a little raw, and he thought it was Ye Daoqi, the head of the Ye family.

Xu Beiyou didn't have much interest in talking about the literati and scholars like Xuan, and he only felt a little bored when he accompanied Xiao Zhinan to participate in a debate between the kings of the Great Bao'en Temple, but Shangguan Qiushui was worthy of being a woman carefully cultivated by the family, and at this time he actually listened to it with relish, and said to himself: "Ye Daoqi, not to mention how he conducts, does have some real skills in the word learning." ”

Xu Beiyou was not interested in these, and asked bluntly: "I'm afraid it's not a coincidence that the Dragon King of Buddhism and Li Qingyu appeared here at the same time, what do you think?"

Shangguan Qiushui looked at this young man who could almost be his grandson, and said softly: "The Ye family, the Murong family, the Shangguan family, these three great families of the Wei State, are now in a three-legged trend, among which the Shangguan family is slightly weaker, and the Ye family and the Murong family can roughly be on par. The reason why they can maintain superficial harmony is because of the couple Qiu Ye and Murong Xuan, and the reason why they are not fighting in secret is because of Ye Xia and Murong Xuan's sisters-in-law, as for Ye Daoqi, they are just half a puppet. In my opinion, it should be Ye Daoqi who should have something that shouldn't have thoughts, but Ye Xia was also prepared and looked for helpers, so he had to block this situation, and no one could do it first, and the two sides were deadlocked. ”

Xu Beiyou said with a smile: "This statement hit the nail on the head, you are not much worse than that old lady of the Ye family." ”

Shangguan Qiushui said disapprerovingly: "The authorities are obsessed with bystanders, I can naturally see clearly when I stand outside, and besides, Ye Xia can sit in this position, not because of these small calculations, but because she has a brother who is the head of the Dao Sect, and those old friends who have enough weight." ”

Xu Beiyou thought deeply and said: "If I didn't have my father-in-law behind me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to be the young master of the Sword Sect at the beginning." ”

Shangguan Qiushui chuckled, "Little Pavilion Elder." ”

Xu Beiyou laughed it off.

Shangguan Qiushui was about to speak, when he suddenly found that Xu Beiyou's expression was wrong, and as he looked at it, he saw two figures appear in the sky above Wanghaitai at some point, standing against the wind and the moon, like an immortal on the moon.

Although Ye Daoqi was still preaching, Li Qingyu obviously also discovered these two people, who were full of energy, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Shangguan Qiushui's face was full of horror, and he muttered: "This is the person of the Heavenly Department among the eight sects of Buddhism, if I guess correctly, it should be the Emperor Shakti and the Great Brahma in person." ”

Xu Beiyou slowly retracted his gaze, "I have long heard that the eight divisions of the Buddhism Gate are tied with the Demon Suppression Hall of the Daomen, but except for the Dragon King of the Buddhism Gate, the other seven have never had the opportunity to see them, and today I have got what I wanted." ”

Shangguan Qiushui tried his best to calm his mind and said: "There are four masters in the eight divisions of Buddhism, namely the Emperor Shakti and the Great Brahma of the Heavenly Division, the Dragon King of the Dragon Division, and the Great Asura of the Asura Division. ”

Xu Beiyou was noncommittal, and instead asked, "Who do you think I should help?"

Shangguan Qiushui was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

Xu Beiyou stretched out his hand, and the sword box was across his lap.

In the Ye family's mansion in Chunxiang City, Ye Xia, the old lady of the Ye family, slowly walked out of Xuanrui Hall, where he had lived for many years, with a dragon head cane, looking in the direction of Wanghaitai, and whispered to himself: " This son is older, his heart is bigger, he was picked up by others in a few words, he started a big dream of the Spring and Autumn Period, and he actually came to seek me with outsiders, he is like this, even if it is placed in the homes of ordinary people, I can come forward to sue the official, and treat him for a crime of disobedience and unfilial piety, now he is the head of the Ye family, there is an uncle who is the head of the Taoist sect, no official dares to touch him, and no law can cure his crimes, but the law of the country does not work, I still have family law here, today I just beat him to death, and no one can say that I did something wrong!"

In the shadows, a low, hoarse voice came, "Old lady, what do you mean?"

Ye Xia narrowed his eyes, "Great monk, you go to look at the sea platform." ”