Tolstoy and Ba Fengnan were speculating on his intentions, but Bai Shiyuan, as a suave and self-proclaimed young man, was the first to agree, "Miao Miao Miao, I haven't had a drinking order for a long time. I can have it today." This opportunity will naturally not be missed. I have no interest in the future of Wuhun Continent, the direction of the world, and the rise and fall of sects."
Witch Lian chuckled and understood the current affairs and said, "Young Master Yi, you are the wine ordering officer. Of course, you have to make the first wine order. Come, everyone raises a toast to our Lord Yi Da."
"Okay, the drinking order is here. Listen up, everyone, the moon is full in the sky, the moon is half-moon in the world, and the full moon is accompanied by the half-moon."
"Good poem, good poem. Brother Yi Jing really recited a good poem. This poem is used as a drinking ceremony. The fact is that it is more appropriate. The time, place and people are both favorable. If I don't show it to you, I will also write one. , wouldn’t it be a disgrace to the reputation of the young man in white?”
Bai Shiyuan seemed to be in high spirits and didn't seem to know at all that his master wanted to kill him.
The two insiders, Tolstoy and Ba Fengnan, could only smile attentively, secretly thinking that it would not be too late to tell him the news until dawn. At this moment, they all raised their glasses to toast each other. Bai Shiyuan took a swig and said immediately, "Well, here comes the poem. When will the bright moon come? I asked the sky for the wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. On the day of the resurgence of the dynasty, we drank osmanthus wine together, and the spirit of martial arts When the sky shines, the innocent child shines in the sky."
These lines of poetry are indeed of lofty artistic conception, and the hearts of everyone who listen to them are heart-wrenching. However, Yi Jing immediately shouted loudly, "Stop, stop, stop, Brother Bai, you've violated the rules! As promised, today will not only be about reciting poetry, drinking, and chatting.
All matters related to the situation in Wuhun Continent, as well as matters involving sects and legions, are not allowed to be mentioned. In the poem you just wrote, there are the words Wuhun and Dynasty. Invisibly, it has touched the memory of the old dynasty. Pure foul. Three drinks as a penalty. "
"Ah, did I commit a foul? Okay, if you commit a foul, you should be punished. Bai will treat himself to three cups. Come on, Master Yi, give me the full cup."
Bai Shiyuan really had a good capacity for drinking, and drank three more drinks in one go. The atmosphere at the wine table suddenly became more enthusiastic than the red moon.
"Okay, whose turn is it now!"
"Master Tuo." "Yes, Tolstoy." "Master Tuo, please recite a poem in memory of this distinguished friend."
Tolstoy shook his head, "I can't recite poetry, but I can play with a sword. But the sword is too cold, so I'll break a laurel branch and dance for you to entertain you."
"Okay, this is indeed a good idea. Please ask me to show you some sword skills for us."
Tolstoy broke off a branch from a tall laurel tree nearby, and the branch was of course his soul-breaking blade. Suddenly, wherever he goes, he dances freely.
His "laurel sword." doesn't have any strength at all, but it is very fierce and has the air of a famous swordsman. It was unforgettable for a long time. Suddenly, before the sword move was completed, he had already received several applause and applause.
After Tolstoy finished dancing "Laurel Sword Technique.", all the eyes at the wine table suddenly fell on the face of Witch Lotus.
"Hey, Sister Lian, you won't refuse to show your respect, right? We agreed that today we will all gather at the same table to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone must have something to do. As the successor of the Demon Sect, Sister Lian has a lot of unique skills. Fanji. Don't be stingy, we poor people are just waiting to appreciate your unique dancing skills."
Yin Lian smiled slightly, "I'm afraid it's you, Master Yi, who wants to see the slave dance."
"No, besides Master Yi, of course I, Ba Fengnan, is indispensable. By the way, there is also Master Tuo. As for Brother Bai..."
Bai Shiyuan hurriedly expressed his sincerity, "Whenever I, Bai Shiyuan, go to a place and meet a strange beauty, I will make a painting for her. The last time I remember it was a night of heavy rain. Young Master Yi and Young Master Tuo were being surnamed. Bullying them to pursue you. But at this time, I had the opportunity to see your peerless beauty, Miss Yinlian.
I made up my mind at that time to paint a satisfactory work for you.
You should know that although I am full of artistic conception, it is a pity that the weather is not beautiful. As you know, I paint in heavy rain. Most of the time they will get wet on the spot, and the paint and paper will turn into a pile of slime. This matter once became a worry for me, Bai Shiyuan. Today, God has given such a beautiful moonlit night feast, and Bai is willing to present a painting of a beautiful woman dancing with long sleeves as a gift. Even if it's my drinking order, how about it. "
Yi Jing clapped his hands and praised, "Dancing and painting at the same time. Dancing and painting are both amazing. I'm afraid there will never be such a pleasant thing in the world. Mr. Bai, let me be honest with you. I'm starting to envy you for being able to play swordsmanship." , Shuanghui is playing with pens."
Bai Shiyuan screamed twice in a row, "How dare you!"
During the conversation and laughter, the witch Lian had already dressed up in a full dress at some point. With the help of Yi Jing, Ba Fengnan and Tolstoy who were playing to the rhythm, Lian walked lightly and arrived at an open space in the Accord. In front of the yellow moon that shines as high as a fire, a naturally beautiful and delicate expression is revealed. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it becomes more and more beautiful and refined. "This dance of the slave family is called "Xijiang Moon". "Everyone, the slave family has made a fool of themselves."
The "Demon Sect's Long Sleeves" that are usually used to kill people actually floated out incomparably moving colors this time, like rippling green waves of colorful paint, dancing lightly in front of everyone.
Her expression, combined with her dancing posture, seemed to be not dancing, but telling an endless story with her delicate and gentle movements. It's mesmerizing to watch.
Yi Jing only took a few glances, and he seemed to be trapped in the past, as if he saw the woman named Yiyi again under a small willow tree.
Suddenly, the wind of the Yinlian dance changed, and the love between children in the mountains and flowing water suddenly turned into the waves of the river lapping the shore. Under the influence of the long sleeves, there was a rhythmic crackling sound in the air, as if thousands of horses were galloping. It is also like countless siege logs and falling stones. What Yi Jing saw was actually the spirit guard whose face was covered in blood when he attacked the city.
"Ah..." Yi Jing clenched his fist tightly with one hand, and the expression on his face seemed to suddenly freeze.
Just when Tolstoy and others were admiring the witch's dance with emotion, Yi Jing shouted, "No."
"Master Yi, what's wrong with you?"
"Ah, Master Yi, why is your face so red?"
"No, his soul has summoned the inner demons. You two, hurry up and help me suppress the inner demons for Master Yi."
At this moment, Yin Lian finished her dance and leisurely held up her long flowing skirt and came to Yi Jing's side. He took Yi Jing's head from everyone's hands and put it in his arms, "Young Master Yi, tell me who you saw just now."
"I saw it. I saw a phantom. I don't know who she is."
"Haha, this is a bit strange. Even our City Lord Yi can't figure out who that phantom is. Isn't that phantom's martial arts combat skills even more powerful than the Lord's?"
Yi Jing smiled awkwardly and looked up at the sky, "It's already late, and this night banquet should be over. Everyone, I, Yi Jing, had a very happy time today, but I'm a little drunk now. Please allow me to go ahead. I'm going back to my room to rest. Goodbye."
Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Zhan Guan to take care of the Witch Lotus who was dancing charmingly.
"Master Yi, I knew you were here."
Yi Jing was in a secluded place in the backyard of the city lord's mansion. He had just put on his night clothes and was putting on leggings. to facilitate your own actions.
Unexpectedly, Tolstoy suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he knew what he was going to do.
"Master Tuo, where's Brother Ba Feng?"
Tolstoy smiled and said, "He is not interested in your boy's advice at all, but I am interested. You might as well take me with you and have a look."
"Hey, do you have anything useful to know? I just went to meet Mo Shuai and Hong Guang."
As soon as Tolstoy heard the name of the Demon Commander, he immediately said, "On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the treasure is opened. Well, I know you once had an appointment with him. But now we are in Luo City. And the Wuhun Treasure is very Maybe he's buried in Tian'an City. Are you sure he's back?"
Yi Jing finished tying his legs, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "I may not be sure about other people, but for Mo Shuai and Hong Guang. I can guarantee that he will definitely come. Because only I am qualified to open the treasure. .”
Tolstoy said doubtfully, "Why would you choose to meet the Demon Commander in the middle of the night? Wouldn't it be better during the day? It makes you look like a thief. It's really ridiculous."
Yi Jing himself said, "I think it's a bit funny myself, but the Demon Commander is very fond of face. As a junior, if he doesn't come to see us, then we will be the only ones to see him."
Yi Jing and Tolstoy jumped up and down, flying to the top of the building on the left side of the famous Suzaku Street in Los Angeles. Like two spiritual fish swimming in the air, they landed on the next building quickly and accurately. At the edge of the building, it disappeared into another building in the next second.
Finally, Yi Jing came to a place in the city called "Lingji Blacksmith Shop."
"Cuckoo, Cuckoo." He hooted a few times like an owl, which was the code he had agreed with the Demon Commander and Hong Guang.
Sure enough, not long after, another owl's hoot came from a small miscellaneous room in the southeast corner of the blacksmith shop.
Yi Jing gave Tolstoy a meaningful look and said, "I'm going, Master Tolstoy. Guard the formation for me and observe the movements around you. If anything goes wrong, take action immediately. Don't hesitate."
Tolstoy said in surprise, "Since you can't trust the Magic Commander, why are you still looking for him?"
Yi Jing smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I can't trust him, but everything will go to waste without warning. The Demon Commander is now eager to get the treasure in the treasure. I came to see him to get what we need and cooperate. After all, half of the secret of the treasure is It’s in his hands.”
Tolstoy compromised, "Okay, just go in and I will take care of you if there is any movement in the yard outside the shop."