bone cutter

Lan Mansion is located in the easternmost part of Jinghua City. The mansion is brilliant, the screen wall of Zhumen, the eaves reflect the sky, and the momentum is magnificent. A stream dug by hand runs through the north and south. The stream is named Qingqiu, and the banquet is held here.

There are two red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the Lan Mansion, and two town house stone lions are squatting below, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the door, staring at the celebrities of the Immortal Mansion who lined up to enter the door with their eyes like copper bells. A doorman in red is there to welcome you at the door.

Many distinguished guests came to this Qushui Liushang meeting, including old friends who came to report years ago, and rising stars who are better than blue. Wear a mask.

The banquet needs the host's invitation card to be able to come to the door.Zhuang Yin and Xie Qi came halfway without a name card. The doorman in red impatiently glanced at the two figures, one blue and one black, and stretched out his hand to block them, "No invitation, no entry."

At this time, a familiar voice said: "These two are my guests, no invitation is required."

Only then did the door boy see that they were still following Miss Lan Yin, the impatient expression on his face immediately disappeared, and he immediately bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and replied respectfully: "Yes."

The house is brightly lit.The three of them were walking, and a man in black wearing a little fox mask walked towards him. He staggered and staggered as he walked, as if he had drunk too much, and always bumped into others accidentally.

As the man in Xuanyi walked by, Zhuang Yin inadvertently caught a glimpse of the pair of smiling eyes under the fox mask.He thought this little fox mask that didn't fit his face was very familiar, and he suddenly remembered that the little boy who sold the sachets was also wearing the same mask.

"He was already drunk before the banquet started, how could this person be so ignorant of etiquette?" Thinking this way in his heart, unexpectedly the man in black slipped his feet and was about to fall on Lan Yin.

Lan Yin exclaimed, but fortunately Zhuang Yin had quick eyesight and quick hands, he threw out the fly whisk and hooked the man in Xuanyi's neck, and followed the trend in the opposite direction, the man in Xuanyi immediately fell to the ground.

"Presumptuous!" Even though Lan Yin was angry, she was still beautiful.

Xie Qi watched the man in Xuanyi get up from the ground with great interest.

The guards from all around rushed over, the man in Xuanyi saw this, he seemed to be more than half sober from the wine, he cheered up and apologized repeatedly: "I don't know Taishan with my eyes, I still hope Miss Haihan."

Now that the other party has apologized, Lan Yin's status is honorable, so it's not good to argue with him anymore, so she led Zhuang Yin and Xie Qi to continue walking forward. Along the way, people cast their eyes on them from time to time, secretly guessing their identities, Thinking that the person who can be led by Miss Lan herself must have a lot of background, it seems that in the future, I need to find out where the strange blue-robed Taoist priest visited and which temple, and the mysterious man in black with the blue-faced fangs mask. Who is it.

The seats on both sides of Qingqiu Creek are particular, they are set up according to status, status, and level of cultivation from top to bottom, the lower the level of cultivation, the further back you sit.

Since it is a secret exchange of information, distinguished guests from the upper reaches will set up barriers to avoid eavesdropping, in case someone eavesdrops, but those with lower cultivation levels cannot build barriers, so they simply wear masks to change their voices or disguise, or even disguise men as women and women as men.

Such a solemn banquet made Zhuang Yin feel a little uncomfortable and his face was a little hot. This discomfort lasted until they were seated. The wine glasses are placed on the water in turn.

The wine glasses flowed down the river slowly, and the banquet officially began.

At this year's banquet, Patriarch Lan seemed to be full of thoughts, and the audience kept moaning and sighing, unhappy and unhappy, as if the beautiful wine in front of him had nothing to do with him.