Dock. Chu Tao stood solemnly on the shore to greet the messenger from the north bank, and Wang Hong and Xie Junhe stood on the left and right. This was followed by a number of guards and honor guards of the Feather Sword Sect. Gongs, drums, and flutes are endless. People crowded around to watch the envoys of the Qi family on the north shore.

Cheng Yunhe got out of the cabin and got off the boat first - a tall and burly figure, a square face, thick eyebrows, and an extremely rigorous expression. Dressed in a gray cloth robe, a bronze sword at his waist, and a simple pair of black cotton shoes under his feet. The simplicity of his outfit makes him even more capable and decisive.

"A tough guy to deal with. Wang Hong whispered to Chu Tao. Xie Junhe "hummed" twice, as if he was talking nonsense.

The Qi Family Martial Arts Hall has 3,000 martial artists, and Qi Ye only promoted one Cheng Yunhe as a personal guardian, and he can enter and leave the Qi Mansion freely without notification. This one-in-a-thousand martial artist has always accompanied Qi Ye, but at this moment he was sent to the south bank, there is no doubt that Qi Ye is really worried about the fate of his eldest son in the hands of Chu Tao.

Following behind Cheng Yunhe were several attendants. One of the attendants raised the curtain and stretched out a slender jade hand from the tent, followed by Leng Fengyi's light and graceful figure like willow branches.

The skin like the bright moon is white and translucent, the eyebrows like green smoke are slender like wisps, the eyebrows are slightly raised, scattered in a faint oblique red, the deep eyes are shining with a luster like rain and dew, the cinnabar-like lips are thin and delicate, and the high nose bridge is like a beautiful mountain. A sense of pride came to his face. Snow-white gauze clothes, light blue cloaks, and green Luo skirts. The skirt is embellished with hand-embroidered beads. The flowing lines of her clothes are like the fragrance wafting from the deep valley, could it be that this woman is coming from the picture scroll? She immediately became the focus of the people around her.

Chu Tao was polite, and when Yunhe replied humbly, Feng Yi raised her eyebrows lightly, shook her head slightly, and her hairpin swayed a little outside her sideburns: "Didn't the head of Chu think that Yunhe and I were joking?"

The atmosphere froze abruptly. Everyone present was embarrassed.

Chu Tao was also stunned, and said with a smile: "Miss Leng is still straightforward. ”

Feng Yi sneered unequivocally: "Isn't the meaning of the straightforward words harsh?!Where is Qi Dashao now, this is the key." ”

Chu Tao tried his best to stabilize his voice and face, but he had already hidden the edge of the knife in his eyes: "Everyone who comes is a guest, and I will not treat him badly." The girl will see you later. ”

Feng Yi's smile like a spring breeze still filled his face, and the charming autumn waves flashed the stunned faces of the heroes on the south bank, and he walked with his head bowed, but deliberately said in a voice that only he could hear at the moment of interfacing with him: "What a prisoner......

The corners of his eyebrows twitched slightly, and a gloomy mist quickly flashed through the depths of his eyes, but he immediately turned to Cheng Yunhe as if nothing had happened.

After a brief greeting, the two envoys were invited to the Chu Mansion on carriages and horses.

The main hall of the Chu family has not been so lively for a long time. Chu Tao set up a banquet to entertain the envoys, and the whole hall was full of tables. Feng Yi and Yun He were at the top of the guest seats, and many attendants of the Qi family also took their seats. On the south bank, except for the Beacon Ridge, the elders of the rest of the sects have arrived. In addition to Chu Tao, Wang Hong, Zhuyuan Sanjie, and Duan Shiyu of the Feather Sword Sect have all arrived and are seated in order. Xie Junhe did not enter the main hall, and there was no seat for him in the main hall - Chu Tao gave him a death order: the leader of the team was at the foot of the steps, responsible for guarding, and was not allowed to enter unless abnormal. only smelled the aroma of wine, and he was not allowed to touch half a drop of wine.

During the banquet, the plate is like jade, containing all kinds of delicacies, which makes people dizzy. Not to mention the taste, the aroma alone has convinced everyone. The sound of orchestral silk and bamboo is endless, the singers are tactful, the dancers are charming, and the sound of conversation and laughter is intertwined and blended.

Chu Tao replaced wine with tea, and frequently raised his glass to all heroes.

When everyone returned to Chu Tao, their eyes frequently fell on Leng Fengyi, and the beauty could also make people have an appetite. The southern woman's enchantment is famous all over the world, but how can she compare with her coldness?

Chu Tao raised his glass to salute the envoy, but Cheng Yunhe replied in a hurry, while Leng Fengyi just lightly picked up the wine glass and took a small sip with his sleeve covering his mouth, which was regarded as a return gift, and he didn't say much.

Before you know it, from noon to dusk, the sunset is red. Singing and dancing to cheer up, not talking about business, the envoys gradually couldn't sit still.

A Qi family swordsman suddenly approached and hugged his fists and said: "The people of the rivers and lakes can't appreciate singing and dancing, please cheer for the sword dance of the head of Chu." Chu Tao didn't allow him to agree, so he showed his sword.

Cheng Yunhe was about to stop it, but Feng Yi pulled his sleeve under the table, smiled charmingly, and he gave up.

While Chu Tao waved his hand to make the song and dance retreat, he glanced at Leng Fengyi thoughtfully, the latter swept his thin eyebrows, the autumn waves flashed slightly, and he raised his head proudly and took a drink.

Hearing the sound of swords, Junhe immediately returned to the front of the hall.

I saw the cold sword light flickering on the banquet, reflecting the faces like dead ashes, and I don't know how many cups and chopsticks were dropped. Who still has the heart to drink and talk and laugh? Wei Chutao, as always, did not change his face, and served tea and drank himself. It's just that the sword light is getting tighter and tighter, and it was still in the center of the main hall just now, and it came to him after a while, shaking in front of the table, obviously heading towards him. Xie Junhe couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword and stood on the edge of the threshold, just waiting for action.

The swordsman had to move in an inch, and he actually stabbed Chu Tao with his sword.

Chu Tao still didn't move.

Jun He couldn't care about much, the black clouds overwhelmed the city, and a galloping sword pointed straight at the opponent's throat.

The swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect stood up with a "swish".

Jian Feng stopped less than three inches away from the tea bowl in Chu Tao's hand, and was tightly clamped by Chu Tao's left two fingers. And Xie Junhe's sword was already on this person's neck.

Chu Tao beckoned everyone to retreat in a dead silence: "This meeting gift arranged by Miss Leng, Chu accepted it." However, the sword killing intent is too heavy, and I am afraid of hurting and angry, so please accept it for the time being. The words fell, with a "snap", the tip of the sword had been lightly broken by his fingers, Chu Tao threw a section of the sword blade in his hand to the ground, and then opened the lid and drank tea as if nothing had happened.

Jun He's chest was churning with anger, he angrily put away his sword, and the afterglow swept over Feng Yi's seat, and he actually stood beside Chu Tao and refused to leave. Chu Tao ordered again, and only then did he throw down the sentence: "If it is not the order of the head, I will never be willing to suffer this humiliation!"

The black clouds dispersed, and Chu Tao waved his hand lightly. The fragrance of the woman accompanied by the sweet aroma of wine once again filled the hall.

The glass glass shakes slightly, and the surface of the wine immediately reflects the transparent colors.

The red lips drank slightly, and he lowered his head and smiled: "It is said that wine is like its person, and Xie Daxia's bloodiness is as strong as soju." It is amazing that the water and soil of the south bank have produced such heroes. ”

Chu Tao didn't answer, only responded coldly with a smile.

Wang Hong interjected: "According to what the girl said, what kind of character should there be on the south bank? ”

Feng Yi raised her glass and left her seat, and talked eloquently: "This wine is sweet and warm, and it is fragrant and fragrant, and the stamina is immeasurable. ”

Wang Hong was startled, his face was already slightly red, and he wanted to refute, but when he saw Chu Tao turning his head and laughing, he had to calm down and listen to her.

"People on the south coast like to drink fruit wine, the aroma of wine has both fruity and floral aromas, a mouthful, but light as water, and there is no aftertaste to talk about. It seems that the people on the south bank have a deep city, but they have lost their flesh and energy, and they are not enough to fight. For example, the head of the Tang family is familiar with the way of adultery, but he is short-sighted and trapped in the mountains. The northerners are accustomed to drinking choking thick ale wine, which is so strong that it seems that the whole body is burning with flames, and ordinary people don't need to drink it, and they get drunk when they smell it. For example, the Qin family on the north shore is determined to be in the world, and the sword skills are more than wild but the trust is insufficient, making friends everywhere and making enemies everywhere. There are also people from the northwest borderlands brewing, sour and spicy and refreshing, vulgar and full of wine, drink it will be drunk. Like a rough man on the street. For example, the Qi family's martial arts are won by brute force, but there are endless flaws. It's just that the northern wine is refreshing, and in the end it is better than the southern wine. The words fell, and the provocative gaze swept over the first seat, the gauze sleeves were lightly raised, and the wine in the cup slowly overturned, flowing all over the ground. The sound of laughter echoed.

The heroes were burned in the face by her, but they didn't know how to refute it.

"According to the girl, isn't there no hero on the South Bank?" the man in the audience interjected.

"At least the hero should not be hostage. Leng Fengyi was in his chest: "The trip of the head of Chu aroused the anger of all factions in the Beacon Fire Ridge, and made people mistakenly think that the north bank was also involved in the Beacon Fire Ridge dispute, and it was not a gentleman's act to detain Qi Dashao for no reason. In order to calm the anger of all parties, please ask Young Master Chu to return to Young Master Qi Heng and withdraw from the Beacon Fire Ridge. In this way, Qi Ye is not to blame in the past. ”

The fire of war that had been steaming before had not yet dissipated, and it had added another weight in the blink of an eye.

Everyone stopped throwing cups and focused on Chu Tao.