Min Chun was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled slightly, dispelled the idea of leaving the table early, and waited for the distinguished guests to come to the door.

These sons of these families who were born extremely rich and noble have long been dissatisfied with just judging women, and even in private they have begun to criticize the monks, roughly dividing all kinds of monks into three classes, under the premise of cultivating to the same realm, the most inferior monks are helpless casual cultivators, and can only choose to rely on the big sects, or become the disciples of the wealthy lords of the family; the slightly better second-class monks are based on the sect, but they do not have too prominent backgrounds, and their positions are determined according to the level of the sect, and Qi Xianyun, who is in the limelight today, can only be classified in this category; as for the highest first-class monks, it is amazing, that is, a first-class noble birth, and have a prominent sect background, Qiu Ye, Gongsun Zhongmou, Zhang Xueyao, Shangguan Qinghong and other older monks can all be classified into this category.

Of course, no one dares to say these words in the open, just like the common people only dare to say it secretly at home when they talk about the emperor, and no one will think that they will go to the public to shout blindly for a long time.

As one of the many princes of the imperial capital, Min Chun naturally knew this statement, and had discussed with Xu Yi, should that Xu Gongzi belong to the second class or the first class? Xu Yi insisted that Xu Beiyou was just a second-class monk, but Min Chun felt that he should be regarded as a first-class monk, after all, today's Han Ge Lao is another temple giant that has made a comeback, and it really cannot be underestimated.

A group of noble sons feasted here, and there was naturally no shortage of guards around, and after Min Chun discovered the sword light for a short time, several taciturn worshippers also found that something was wrong, and they all came to the front yard of the building.

The next moment, the sword light really exploded in front of the door of the building, the sound of the sword roar was endless, and the huge storm made the red lantern sway, and the light and shadow were confused.

One of the Duanmu family guests at the head narrowed his eyes.

Since he can fight with his sword, there is no such thing as being difficult to control his own qi, so this is a demonstration? It is rare to see monks who dare to be so unscrupulous in the imperial capital.

It's just that this guest secretary didn't care too much, not to mention today's full house of wealth, including half of the powerful families in the imperial capital, let's just say that his main family, the Duanmu family, is also in full swing, with a profound heritage, and countless guests, offerings, and guest secretaries are enough to compare with a small sect.

Besides, Qiutai is right under the nose of the Dark Guard Mansion, and the journey of more than ten miles is just around the corner, and there are still people who dare to make trouble here? Even if there are really stunned people who can't open their eyes, is it really a joke to think that the four words "Detective the World" in the Dark Guard Mansion are a joke?

But today he is destined to open his eyes, originally he thought that he was going to test each other with the people who came, and reported to his home, at most he saw the real chapter under his hands, but he never expected that he didn't even see the appearance of the person who came, only felt that a breeze was blowing, and the person who came had entered the building.

The worship of the guest Qing was shocked, and then reflexively entered the building.

It wasn't until a group of worshippers broke into the building that many noble sons of the imperial capital in the building suddenly discovered that there were more uninvited guests.

The person who came was a young man, dressed decently, probably either those country buns, or his white hair was too eye-catching, and he also carried an untimely long box behind him.

The young man looked around, facing the gaze of the nobles of the imperial capital, not only was he not half restrained, but his demeanor was calm, as if he was the master of this place.

However, the eyes of the princes of the imperial capital quickly moved away from this person.

Because the young man was still holding a little girl in his hands.

A little girl who is not even a girl, a double bun head wrapped in green silk, a green jacket, a small embroidered shoes in green satin, and the face of the little beauty embryo is full of arrogance.

There are many little girls in the imperial capital, but there has never been a second little girl who can have such a temperament.

And most of the people present knew her, Tianhuang noble, Xiao Yuanying, the lord of Qingluan County, who was known as the young phoenix among the four juniors.

Duanmu Yu, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly turned gloomy when he saw the two, but he did not attack immediately.

A young man, who was half the master of this banquet, got up and waved his hand, motioned for the musician to retreat, and then smiled at Xiao Yuanying and asked softly, "Why is the county lord here?"

Xiao Yuanying didn't speak, but turned her head to look at the young man who was holding her little hand.

The young man's expression changed slightly.

The princes of the imperial capital who can sit on this occasion are not the kind of gentlemen who can only cause trouble, let alone blindly arrogant fools, and even people such as Min Chun and others have already shouldered the burden of the family, so they naturally understand the meaning of Xiao Yuanying's small action.

This famous Qingluan County Lord actually wanted to listen to this young man, at least he didn't dare to ignore this young man's opinion, compared with Xiao Yuanying's attitude of turning a blind eye to them, didn't it mean that this young man was better than everyone here?

The young man let go of Xiao Yuanying's little hand and nodded slightly at her.

Xiao Yuanying took a step forward and said, "I'm here to find someone." ”

She looked at Duanmu Yu.

Duanmu Yu was indifferent.

The young man smiled slightly, opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, shook it a few times in this late autumn season, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid there is no one here who the county lord is looking for, and in such a place, the county lord should not come over, so as not to be punished by His Majesty and Niangniang." ”

Speaking of this young man, he is also very famous, not only from the Qizhou family, but also in this palace examination by His Majesty personally named the champion, and set a relationship with a young lady of the Guogong Mansion, it can be described as a spring breeze, coupled with the arrogance of the scholar, I really don't put a little county lord who has not grown up in his eyes.

Xiao Yuanying glanced at him and said inexplicably: "Who are you?"

The pretentious champion could no longer laugh, his face was ugly, and a haze flashed in his eyes.

The rest of the princes of the imperial capital looked at each other and laughed, they all pay attention to a beating person without hitting the face, if someone is slapped in the face, it is a mortal enemy, Xiao Yuanying's words can be described as a slap in the face, and they are not monolithic, so they are naturally happy to see the jokes of this champion.

Zhuang Yuanlang was so angry that he said three good words in a row, and he couldn't care about anything anymore, and squeezed out five words from between his teeth, "It's all dead people?"

A guest who belonged to the Champion Lang family took a step forward suddenly, and the long sword behind his back trembled, slowly unsheathed.

Then I saw the young man who had not spoken all this time raise his hand, palm forward, and the back of his hand was facing the guest who was standing behind him, and said softly: "Slow." ”

The whole building suddenly froze.

The sword weapon that killed people was only halfway out of its sheath and then it was silent, and then it was pushed back into the scabbard inch by inch by an invisible qi.

This Keqing, who was already in the realm of human immortals, suddenly turned pale, and couldn't help but take three steps back.

Duanmu Yu's face sank like water, and the palm holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

As if he had seen a ghost in the daytime, Zhuang Yuanlang roared, "Who are you?"

The man patted Xiao Yuanying on the shoulder, smiled at her slightly, then looked around again, and said calmly: "My son's surname is Xu." ”