Lu Feng was riding on the back of a jade dragon horse and stationed outside the mountain gate. Before he could report his missing person, a female disciple guarding the mountain saw him from a distance and was already waving to him.
"Is the person here Mr. Lu?"
The female disciple's voice is clear and clear, yet her lively nature is not lost.
When Lu Feng heard this, he tightened the reins of the horse in his hands, subconsciously feeling wary in his heart.
The disciple guarding the mountain said again: "The master has been waiting for you for a long time, please come in."
Lu Feng asked: "Who is in charge of the Pingling Sect now?"
The disciple guarding the mountain said with a smile: "The master's name is 'Sikong'."
Lu Feng was overjoyed and secretly thought that Sikong Tong might have taken advantage of Huo Yuanqiu's absence to find an opportunity to win the civil war. He immediately put aside his suspicions and drove his horse towards the disciple guarding the mountain.
"The mountain road is difficult to travel. I hope you will dismount."
The Shoushan disciple signaled with a serious expression, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing through his heart.
If it weren't for the boss's instructions to treat him with the highest courtesy, she would have started to accuse him.
They don’t understand basic etiquette and rules such as joining the clan and dismounting from the horse. What kind of friends do the masters make? They have no respect for others at all!
"I'm sorry," Lu Feng explained slightly awkwardly, "I injured my legs before tomorrow and it's difficult to walk."
When the female disciple heard this, her face suddenly stiffened. When Lu Feng came closer and saw that what she said was true, she suddenly felt guilty.
Damn me!
The female disciple thought about the accusations she had just made, and was so embarrassed that her head almost retracted into her collar.
Seeing the female disciple's cute appearance, Lu Feng couldn't help but smile and asked casually: "How did your master know that I was coming?"
The female disciple lowered her head and muttered a few words. Perhaps because of embarrassment, she could not hear the words clearly.
Lu Feng could only vaguely discern that it was because Sikong Tong happened to meet Wu Ying on his way to rescue the ancient tomb at the bottom of the abyss.
Hearing that this was based on what Wu Ying said, Lu Feng's last suspicion disappeared. He was also sure that Sikong Tong used his own skills to find the opportunity for Huo Yuanqiu to go out, kill the henchman, and take back the control of the Ping Ling Sect. power.
Follow the female disciple into the square inside the Bottle Spirit Sect.
The dark orange lighting jade along the way exudes a warm light, making the road very warm.
There are red strips of cloth tied to pillars and tree branches everywhere on the road. The strips are embroidered with the orthodox black lotus pattern of the Pirate Sect. In the center are embroidered the two characters of Ping Ling Sect, Ping Ling. As the night wind blows, it looks like Very festive and cheerful.
When Lu Feng came back here last time, there was still a large martial arts performance area on the other side of the square. It was very empty, but now it was filled with all kinds of objects.
A large bonfire was set up in the center of the square, and the fire was raging into the sky. Many disciples wearing bibs gathered around the bonfire and prepared various types of food by using the fire.
Small tables were displayed side by side on both sides of the bonfire. Various food and wine were placed on the tables, extending all the way to the steps in the distance.
On the high platform area on the steps, Rong Wenxuan and another middle-aged woman were sitting on both sides of the table.
The largest table in the center was reserved for Sikong Tong.
Today, she is just like when they first met in Guan Jucheng, wearing a festive red dress, but the style is much looser than then, covering her graceful figure.
Sikong Tong's face is still unadorned, and her hair is tied with peach branches, which is elegant and natural, giving people a simple and pure beauty.
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The moment they were on the court, Sikong Tong's eyes immediately came over. When their eyes met inadvertently, a flash of panic suddenly flashed in the heroic Danfeng's eyes.
Due to the special nature of the Snow-topped Jade Dragon Colt, it is difficult not to notice it at night like this.
While Sikong Tong looked at Lu Feng, almost everyone in the square paid attention.
Some admired the incomparably beautiful Jade Dragon Colt, and many were sizing up the people on it.
This made Lu Feng, who was still riding on the horse, feel a little embarrassed. Such a posture gave people a somewhat arrogant and rude attitude.
"Hahaha, little friend Lu~ It's been a while since I last saw you!"
At the right time, Rong Wenxuan came over from the high platform with a big smile. Every time his fat body took a step, his round belly would bump like ocean waves.
The female disciple who led the way also dragged a wide stool next to it.
After Lu Feng understood, he floated down from his horse and sat on the wide stool. Before he could say his thanks, Rong Wenxuan's hand was already on the armrest of the wide stool.
With a dull shout, Lu Feng and the chair were lifted up with the strength of his body.
"Little friend Lu, let's go up and sit in front. Fatty wants to have a good drink with you now."
As he was being lifted forward, Lu Feng clearly felt the hostile and unkind looks from many disciples around him.
I couldn't help but realize that such a gesture, which required someone to carry me without dismounting, was a bit too rude.
I'm afraid it will have a bad influence on Sikong Tong, who just took office...
Lu Feng didn't wait for Rong Wenxuan to let go of himself, he clasped his fists on the stool and apologized to everyone around him:
"Everyone, please wear your legs before next day.
I am injured and not good at walking, but I hope you will forgive me. When I look back, I will punish myself with three cups of wine as an apology. "
After hearing this reason, many disciples in the audience immediately restrained the evil intent in their eyes.
There were also many sentimental people who showed their unbearability and gratitude.
Among them, a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and bare arms said with a bold smile: "Three cups are not enough. My sect's joy today is all because of the help of my little friend who killed the old thief Huo. I will have a good drink later, no I just want to be happy and don’t give face to our brothers. Do you think I’m right?”
"That's right, you have to have a good drink." A man who was gnawing excitedly with a huge leg of lamb in his hand stopped and interjected: "When I am three-thirds full, I will definitely come and join you." My little friend, please give me a few cups to express your gratitude."
The rest of the group also raised their wine glasses, looked at Lu Feng from a distance, and drank the wine first.
Lu Feng looked at everyone's situation and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but curse Wu Ying secretly in his heart.
In such a situation, how could he not guess that Wu Ying must have exaggerated and blamed Huo Yuanqiu's death on him, so that so many disciples of the Pingling Sect who had been bullied by Huo Yuanqiu showed such excitement and gratitude.
Thinking that there was still Rong Wenxuan, the "drinking devil", Lu Feng couldn't help but have an uneasy feeling in his heart. It would be difficult to leave soberly after today's scene.
In the high platform area, when Lu Feng was carried there, a new seat had been set up, right next to Rong Wenxuan.
Looking at the dense wine jars placed around the two seats, the last trace of luck in Lu Feng's heart was shattered.
After sitting down, Lu Feng's eyes naturally turned to Sikong Tong in front of him, and he was about to talk about the past two days.
sentence, the middle-aged woman on the other side suddenly spoke first.
"Your legs were injured by killing Huo Yuanqiu?"
Lu Feng looked at the woman in response. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the woman seemed to have intentionally interrupted his reminiscence with Sikong Tong.
Judging from the fact that he can sit side by side with Rong Wenxuan in front of Sikong Tong, his status in the sect should not be too low.
Why would such a person target himself?
Lu Feng felt convinced that this was not an illusion. He felt an unreasonable unkindness and resentment from this woman, as if she didn't like him very much.
Looking at the exposed parts of the woman's face and arms, there are clearly bruises that have not healed. It seems that like Rong Wenxuan, she has also been bullied by Huo Yuanqiu, and she should not have such hostility towards him.
"Aunt Rong!" Sikong Tong's cold voice sounded, and he shook his head towards Ge Rong, signaling the latter not to be so rude.
Ge Rong said no more, but her eyes towards Lu Feng still showed a bit of indifference and displeasure, and her face was tense, as if Lu Feng owed her a lot of money and still refused to pay it back.
Lu Feng felt inexplicably strange at this unreasonable unkindness. If he hadn't noticed a trace of murderous intention in such unkindness, he would have thought that Ge Rong had some grudge against him.
Ding ding ding~
At this time, many disciples came to the center holding special wide-mouth bottles. As drums sounded on both sides, these disciples began to knock the bottles in their hands, making clear and crisp sounds, and countless sounds intertwined. Together, not only was there no noise, but it was also very orderly.
The Pingling Sect takes its name from the bottle. Unexpectedly, this instrument for playing music is also made in the shape of a bottle, which is indeed a bit strange.
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The female disciple on the road came to the center amidst the graceful music and began to dance to the strong rhythm. Following the graceful dance, a refreshing and beautiful folk song slowly began to come from her mouth. .
Hearing the woman's singing, Ge Rong's tense expression on the stage softened a bit, and there was a lot of tenderness in her eyes.
Rong Wenxuan held up the wine jar at the table, filled a large bowl for Lu Feng, and said to the singing: "It's wonderful to put the sound into the wine. Come on, little friend Lu, I will thank you for your efforts for our clan with this glass." .”
Feeling Rong Wenxuan's enthusiasm, Lu Feng almost leaned towards him, quickly picked up the cup and responded: "Senior, there is no need to be polite, I..."
Before Lu Feng finished speaking, he saw that Rong Wenxuan had already finished his drink in one gulp, leaving him no chance to say more.
Lu Feng had no choice but to drink the wine in the bowl.
hiss……
As the drink entered his stomach, a rush of heat surged up instantly, filling his entire nasal cavity.
"So strong!"
Lu Feng took a long breath in surprise. He didn't expect that the wine seemed to be clear, but the power inside was so strong. It was much more pure and pure than other spiritual wines such as Hong Zhuo Xiao.
The key is that there is not much spiritual energy mixed into it, so there is no need to worry about the difficulty in digesting it if it is too much.
Seeing Lu Feng making a fool of himself, Rong Wenxuan laughed loudly and said, "What do you think, little friend? This is the mountain stream fruit wine we brewed ourselves, which is rare in the world."
As he said this, Lu Feng filled up a new bowl. The previous interruption was just to speed up his drinking.
Lu Feng waved his hand and wanted to decline politely: "That's enough..."
But he was interrupted again by Rong Wenxuan: "There is no such thing as enough or not enough drinking. Now that we are here,
Regardless of kindness and affection, let's drink for three hundred rounds first and let the fat man see the vast amount of wine you have never drunk before! "
"Huh?" Lu Feng was startled. When did he have a massive amount?
"Why are you so stunned!" Rong Wenxuan had already raised his glass, and while drinking it, he said to Lu Feng: "Little friend Lu, please don't be humble anymore. That little brat Wu Ying told me, Fatty, that you have an excessive drinking capacity. I have never met a rival in this life, so Fatty has long been looking forward to the opportunity to have a drink with you."
The corner of Lu Feng's mouth twitched again.
Okay, Wu Ying set up another one!
Seeing Rong Wenxuan's expectant attitude and his enthusiasm that seemed to burst into flames, Lu Feng really didn't know how to refuse.
Looking at the night-colored wine in front of the table, thinking about the spiciness in it...
He couldn't help but look towards Sikong Tong for help.
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