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Chapter 9 Pingjiang Banquet

There was something strange everywhere between their few words.Who was "that person" who told Jiang Chuyang that Tianshan was in trouble?Why does Kong Qing hate the Shen family so much?

Zhong Wan didn't have time to think about it, so he just wrote it down one by one, and was going to go back to discuss with Shen Chen.

At this time, the secret path has come to an end.Liang Congzhi lightly buckled a stone brick on the wall, and the stone brick popped out with a "snap", and the next few bricks moved away one after another, revealing a round platform.

Liang Congzhi said: "Uncle Master should know that we in Tianshan Mountain are no match for the other three sects in terms of formation and martial arts, so Master came up with an ingenious idea and hid the Kanli Sutra at the bottom of the lake, leaving only an empty shell offering in the main hall to be strictly guarded. I entrusted Master Mingxuan to set up a formation around here, and if anyone moves Kanli scriptures without permission, they will be besieged to death by the Eight Suffering Formation of the Bodhi Temple."

Jiang Chuyang nodded: "'Six Relatives Don't Recognize Eight Bitter Formation', now even if Master Mingxuan comes by himself, he has to abide by the rules."

"That's right," Liang Congzhi said, flicking lightly on the round platform, holding a plain-looking booklet with a navy blue cover in his hand, "so I don't believe what Shen said. But since that person said Yes, then it's a different story."

From their tone of voice, Zhong Wan clearly trusted "that person".But who on earth can convince Liang Congzhi, who has always been thoughtful and meticulous?

Seeing that she wanted to open the scriptures, Jiang Chuyang quickly stopped her: "Back then, senior sister made an agreement with the other three sect leaders that she would never read the "Eight Turns of Life and Death Sutra" without authorization..."

"Uncle Master, don't worry, Master has left another method." Liang Congzhi did not open the book, but just opened a corner of the page and turned it lightly. Seeing the handwriting "Kan Yi" gradually emerged on it, he showed it to Jiang Chuyang: "Master." Uncle, please see, this is a small spell left by the master before his death, but it is very effective."

Jiang Chuyang didn't answer the words, staring at the beautiful handwriting in a daze, Liang Congzhi didn't interrupt him, and let him stretch out his fingers to caress the two words.

The cave is quiet and dim, with only the lake water gurgling overhead.They seemed to be suffocating at the bottom of the lake.After a while, Jiang Chuyang let out a long sigh: "It is indeed written by my senior sister."

Zhong Wan was not too close to the two of them, so he could only listen to the general idea of ​​the conversation, but he already had a vague guess in his heart.

Liang Congzhi repeated the same trick as she turned the pages and corners of the pages. She acted very quickly, as if she was picking herbs.Jiang Chuyang said "Hey" in confusion: "That kid Song Yenan lied to me?"

It turned out that the man was called Song Yenan.Zhong Wan only felt that the name was surprisingly familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember it clearly as if separated by a layer of fog.Fortunately, he was no longer surprised by such things, and he didn't feel much annoyed.

"He didn't lie to you," Liang Congzhi said suddenly, with a trembling voice, "I was bringing tea in when Master was writing the last word 'li'. For some reason, she shook her hand and fainted a piece of ink..."

She clicked on the clean and clean pages: "It's right here..."

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Shen Shen sat in the living room, with a straight back and a handsome profile. He had a kind of sharpness like a sword out of its sheath that was rarely seen in Qianyuan, which was incompatible with Tianshan.

Qian Yuan was rarely visited by the inner sect of Tianshan, and he was too eye-catching, but all the disciples of Tianshan who passed by secretly turned their heads to look at him with a blushing face.

When Zhu Wanbai came back from the medicine garden, he was overwhelmed with anger when he saw this scene, and strode over to close the door: "What are you doing? Have you memorized your medical skills? Have you practiced martial arts? Have you gone down the mountain for a consultation? Nothing. Do you want to gather here to grow grass?"

The little disciple hurriedly swallowed the "Second Senior Sister" one by one, and scattered like birds and beasts.However, it was not easy for Zhu Wanbai himself to go in, and standing at the door seemed too pretentious, so he could only stomp his feet and leave.

As soon as she left, Shen Shen opened the window and called, "Come in." A nimble figure turned in from the window immediately, it was Zhong Wan.

Zhong Wan wiped off his cold sweat: "Fortunately, the ancestor is here, otherwise it would be difficult for me to come in based on your posture of throwing fruit and carts like Master Shen."

He grabbed the teacup on the table and drank it cleanly. When he put it down, he realized that it was Shen Shen, but Shen Shen had a natural look on his face, so he didn't want to make a fuss. He just told what he saw and heard before Liang Congzhi and Jiang Chuyang came. up.

"Song Yenan?" Shen Chen recalled for a while, "I heard my grandfather said this name. He and Kong Qing are half masters and apprentices, and they have a very good relationship. No wonder Tianshan believes in him. You should know that the last time my father attended He also went to the Pingjiang night banquet, and sat in the same boat with you."

After he said this, Zhong Wan had a little impression.The name of Pingjiang Night Banquet seems to be a good time for people in the martial arts world to make friends with heroes and show off their skills, but in fact it is a rigid first class. There are many rules during the competition, and the first night banquet can only be seated according to seniority.

Zhong Wan has benefited from Wan Fangyuan's reputation, and his seniority is extremely high, and he sits in the same boat with a group of old men over fifty years old every time.The elder next to the head of the sect was discussing the affairs of the sect sternly, and he counted the peanuts on the plate boredly. The old acquaintances who had been separated for several years looked at each other in dismay - compared with their embarrassment, the boredom on my side became bearable again.

Only once, on a whim, he decided to flick the peanuts on the plate onto the bird carved on the opposite wall while others were not paying attention, using it as an eye.He has always been very good at this kind of dexterity, with a slight flick of his wrist, the peanut has been embedded into the wall with a "snap", and it has just bounced into the bird's left eye socket impartially.

Zhong Wan was greatly encouraged, and just about to play the second one, he heard an elder say: "Master Shen, I heard that your son's good fortune is coming soon, congratulations."

Zhong Wan shook his hand, and the peanut rice that was heading towards the wall suddenly deviated. Coincidentally, it was bounced into the mouth of the elder who opened his mouth, and bounced exactly on his tooth. Overwhelmed, he rolled to the ground on the spot.

Naturally, he was kicked out later, and he sighed while sitting on the small boat preparing dishes.Seeing that he was good-looking, the cooks thought it was some young disciple who had done something wrong and was punished by the elders. They really couldn't bear it, so they secretly left a few chopsticks for him, put them on a plate and asked the little maid to send them over.

The little maid thought that the man was about the same age as herself, and just as she handed over the plate to comfort her, she saw the young man raised his head, his frontal face was more ostentatious than his side face, his brows and eyes were full of smiles, and his pair of lacquered phoenix eyes stood in the dark night. It is breathtakingly bright.She immediately didn't know what to say, she stuffed the plate and left with a blushing face.

Zhong Wan slowly picked up the chopsticks, sat on the floor facing the dark night and the torrential river outside, and ate without any malice.The painting boat not far away is resplendent and brightly lit, and lively laughter can be heard from time to time.Suddenly there was a burst of applause from the boat at the end, presumably because the juniors were impatient and had already started the competition.

The lights on the river float in the waves, like glowing fish.He was fascinated by looking at those spots of light, and in his ears was the incessant sound of cooking, mixed with the laughter and busyness of the servants, gradually becoming a blur, as if coming through the water.

He turned his gaze back to the half-cold dish in front of him, and just picked up a piece of mandarin fish when he heard someone calling him from behind: "Zhong Wan."

The voice was still a little youthful, but the tone was mature and calm.

He didn't look back and knew that it was Shen Shen, the young master of Beidou Villa who had just passed his [-]th birthday this year, and the elder said "good things are coming".

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Tomorrow is memory killing (probably)