Qingtai Mountain is not very high, with an altitude of only a hundred feet, but the trees are deep and the peaks are green. There are more than 20 waterfalls of all sizes. It can be said that a scene of one hundred steps. It is no wonder that Cong Ruofei wants to circle it here as his own imperial garden.

Lan Xiaochen, Luo Xiao, Min Hongye, and Zhou Junhao, led by the palace envoy, went straight to the mountain to Xifengtai.

Along the way, the palace envoy was half satisfied and half responsible to introduce the scenery along the way. Unfortunately, Lan Xiaochen had an extraordinary vision. Luo Xiao was born in Longyuan, and the leisurely scenery could not reach these two Dharma eyes. The master and disciple of Qingtianzhuang were worried, and there was no leisure and elegance. The palace envoy's charming eyes were vain.

Halfway through the journey, the sound of playing the piano came from somewhere, just like the flowing water of the mountains, like a spring, with a quiet ancient feeling lingering in the forest.

Even though the master and apprentice of Qingtianzhuang were in a bad mood, after hearing the sound of the piano, the depression and anger in his heart unknowingly disappeared, and the hostile murderous intent that accompanied the depression and anger also dissipated.

Luo Xiao frowned and turned his head to look at Lan Xiaochen beside him. However, he saw that the expression on his face was first confused, then seemed to remember something, and he looked shocked and became more and more surprised. At one moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "We are in trouble."

Luo Xiao nodded: "The person who plays the piano is a master, and his cultivation is very high. I'm afraid it's the King of Congmu..."

Lan Xiaochen shook his head: "It's not him. I know this person... Well, I have known him for many years."

Luo Xiao looked at the complicated expression on Lan Xiaochen's face and asked in a low voice: "Is it an old friend?"

Lan Xiaochen laughed in silence: "It's indeed an old friend. I've been fighting for decades, from Tianyi Sect."

Luo Xiao made a sudden expression. It seemed that he was indeed an old friend, but this "communication" was a fight.

"Who are the two of you?" Luo Xiao knew in his heart that since Lan Xiaochen said "there is trouble", the strength of this piano player must be no less than that of him.

"He is Song Xuanqing, the fourth elder of the Deacon Hall of Tianyi Sect. He has six transformations of the spiritual realm and has profound cultivation. Even if I am not injured, I can't beat him." Lan Xiaochen said that his injuries have not healed at the moment, so he is afraid that he can't bear to eat the other party.

When the master and apprentice of Qingtianzhuang heard this, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Min Hongye looked shocked: "Mr. Lan Er, you... are you sure it is Elder Song?"

Song Xuanqing is the elder in charge of foreign affairs in the Deacon Hall. His fame in the mountains and seas is still above Lan Xiaochen. Min Hongye was naturally famous for a long time and felt weak.

Lan Xiaochen sighed: "I hope it's not him, but I have listened to the sound of the piano for decades... But Master Min can rest assured that he came for me."

Min Hongye was frowning, how could he feel at ease? No matter who the other party came, it has become the biggest variable in this trip.

While speaking, the four of them had already climbed the Xifengtai. The Xifengtai was not big, with a radius of more than ten feet. It was a viewing platform made by artificially cut. Pine and cypress planted on three sides can not only block the mountain wind, but also hear the pine waves. It is the place where the heart is peaceful.

At this time, nine Zhang Yu cases had been placed on the stage, and fruit plates and wine were placed on them. Five of them had already sat on the table. The sound of the piano came from one of the middle-aged men in the blue shirt.

As soon as Lan Xiaochen came up, he stared at the middle-aged man in Qingshi: "It's really you, Song Yi."

Song Xuanqing pressed his ten fingers, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He looked up and smiled, "Lan Er, you haven't seen each other for three years. Your cultivation level has not increased but decreased. It seems that I will win the bet back then."

Lan Xiaochen said lightly: "I just suffered a little injury. With your knowledge, it is not impossible to see that this injury cannot affect my foundation at all. Who can advance to the seventh turn first?"

Song Xuanqing smiled, his eyes sharp as a needle: "Yes, this injury really cannot shake your foundation... But what if I want to shake it?"

Lan Xiaochen stared at Song Xuanqing, his calm expression faded away little by little, and a dangerous aura slowly radiated from his body.

It was the first time Luo Xiao saw Lan Xiaochen so serious. Of course, he also heard that Song Xuanqing had bad intentions in his words, obviously taking advantage of your illness to kill you. However, Luo Xiao's attention was quickly attracted by a pair of fierce and resentful eyes, as if he was eating people. Although the other party was wearing a hat, the look, this breath, and the appearance of Song Xuanqing...

Luo Xiao sighed relieved. No wonder Song Xuanqing appeared here and interfered in this matter. This old guy really thought it was too late for a villain to take revenge for ten days. Of course, despite these two variables, Luo Xiao did not think he needed to run away on a shuttle boat.

However, the master and apprentice of Qingtianzhuang did not think so. In particular, Min Hongye sensed the powerful aura emitted from the hat man, which was obviously the "imperial cultivation" in the middle realm - Song Xuanqing had already broken the balance. In addition, a strong man who didn't know the details, the master and apprentice of Qingtianzhuang had already sunk to the bottom of the water.

Min Hongye gritted his teeth and saluted the young man with wide robe, tied belts, jade crowns and purple tassels at the upper seat: "The main hall, I'll wait here..."

Cong Wuji waved his hand and interrupted lazily: "This time, the two elders resolve their grudges. Let's take your business aside first."

Min Hongye choked, and Zhou Junhao clenched his fists and turned white, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Although Lan Xiaochen was completely guarding against Song Xuanqing, the familiar fluctuation of Tianyi Sect's martial arts made him suddenly alert, and he felt that this person seemed a little familiar: "Song Yi, why don't you introduce this senior brother?"

Song Xuanqing smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, the voice of the man in the hat came from the shade behind the green veil: "Lan Er, I saw it a few days ago, but I forgot it in a blink of an eye?"

Lan Xiaochen heard the other party's speech and said in surprise: "Wei Xuanying? When did Elder Wei like to hide his head and tail?"

Wei Xuanying ignored it at all and just stared at Luo Xiao.

Lan Xiaochen didn't know that Luo Xiao's "breaking up" behavior the day before yesterday. He looked at him with a strange look. The difference in cultivation between the two was too big. To put it bluntly, with Luo Xiao's cultivation level, he was simply unworthy of making a grudge with the other party. How did this grudge be formed?

Luo Xiao shrugged: "He thought I killed Jin Shiying."

Lan Xiaochen was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you killed?"

Luo Xiao said lightly: "I want to kill, but I didn't have time."

Lan Xiaochen nodded, turned to Wei Xuanying, and said, "I have taken this hatred by Asking Tianzong."

The grudges between Wentian Sect and Tianyi Sect for thousands of years have accumulated and cannot be finished for a month without eating or drinking. They have countless lives from each other's sects in their hands. If there are too many lice, it won't be too much.

Wei Xuanying snorted coldly: "You can't bear the grudge between me and this little bastard..."

Lan Xiaochen frowned, and he also realized that things seemed not simple.

Luo Xiao took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his chest, saying word by word: "People will humiliate themselves and then others will humiliate them - Elder Wei, this is the last time I will praise you. From now on, I will only call you old, miscellaneous, broken!"

Wei Xuan stood up, his face covered with green veil was trembling, and his halberd pointed at Luo Xiao: "Tang Ba Lamb, you are dead!"

How could Luo Xiao be vague? He spread his five fingers and made a sarcastic move, looking sarcastic: "Who gives you confidence? Does your Brother Song?"

These mockery groups, let alone Wei Xuanying, even Song Xuanqing, a well-educated guy, had a distorted face, and his eyes stared at Luo Xiao were murderous.

Wei Xuanying suddenly grinned: "Who gave me confidence? Good question! Show you something and open your eyes."

He took out a jade box from his arms and opened it, and a cloud of radiant light gushed out.

Luo Xiao was curious and looked at his head, his pupils shrank, and he almost wanted to scold him—
Chapter completed!