Those with high martial arts skills often tend to integrate their martial arts artistic conception into various forms, such as Tian Qiai's writing, and Lai Feng, the owner of this Juhezhuang, likes to play the piano.

It was just a melodious sound of the piano, with a bit of enthusiasm in its melodiousness, and a deep feeling of inducing it without striving for progress.

It perfectly expresses the purpose of the Juhezhuang holding this Aggregation Banquet, but listening to the sound of the flute again, on the surface, is following the sound of the piano.

But if you savor it carefully, it will be a bit more lingering and gentle. It is not difficult to hear that the owner of the jade flute seems to have a trace of love for the owner of the piano.

"Fallen flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless, and the world cannot be kept." Tian Qi had an extra folding fan in his hand. The romantic young man in the world, who was not worthy of a sword, was holding a folding fan.

When he was away, Tian Qi didn't think so much about it, but at least there was a woman at home, so Ali took care of all aspects clearly.

"Does my husband want to meet the master of the Qin Xiao Heming?" A Li naturally knew that Tian Qi was interested and ordered: "Feixue, stop."

Tian Qi's carriage was at the end, but Feixue stopped the carriage, and the three cars in front also stopped.

Tang Ning jumped off the carriage in front, with an excited expression and a hint of panic that could not be hidden.

"Master, what are your instructions?" Tang Ning stood respectfully by the car. The head of the Tang Sect had not switched his identity yet.

Tian Qi shook his head slightly. He was still too young, so take his time.

"You can go to Juhezhuang first to stay. Your master's wife and I will relax around here. When we go out, the head of the sect should look like the head of the sect."

When Tang Ning heard this, he suddenly became a little frightened, but when he remembered what his sister said before, he could only force himself to calm down.

The carriage parted ways, and Tang Ning was in a bad mood when he returned to the carriage. Mei Xiangu, Tang Ning and Song Yiren were in the same carriage. Of course, there were two disciples from Qionghua Palace who were specifically guarding Song Yiren.

"How is it? You're scolded. Just tell you these things and let them come. It's better for me to go there than you." Mei Xian Gu looked at Tang Ning, the young man, and said that she couldn't talk about her son-in-law, but Tang Ning was under Tian Qi's sect and had a good future in the future. It's okay to mention a few words.

"You are an elder, how can you be so embarrassed?" Tang Ning touched his head and smiled.

Song Yiren looked at the little ghost head who was walking along the way and felt a little absurd. Is this the head of the second-rate sect in the world?

A twelve-year-old doll? Why have these things been so strange since she came into contact with the Guhong Sect?

"The Master Xu of the Sanjiang Sect will also come to the gathering banquet, right?" Song Yiren said to Fairy Mei.

Fairy Mei was looking at Tang Ning with a loving look on her face, but Song Yiren, who was silent all the way, said that she was just a stumbling block. It was really not pleasing.

"Miss Song, it's better to have some things that are simpler. The Guhong School has traveled from Liyang to Qingzhou, which is not as simple as you think.

What do you want to do? No one on Baolou ship is unclear. People who care about you will not take you seriously, people who don’t care will laugh at you, and they will be honest and good to you and everyone.”

Tang Ning tskated and clapped his hands and agreed: "Mei, what you said makes sense. Are you so wise at the seniors in the world?" He turned to look at Song Yiren, and his deep affection seemed to be sympathizing and pity.

"What a beautiful sister, but she's just a little stupid. Don't you ask how many women there are on Baolou's boat who likes the master. Don't say that the master's wife is looking at her tightly, just say that the senior sister, are you an opponent?

You are two years older than my sister. In terms of appearance, my sister is a famous beauty in Shu. Even if Sister Song is evenly matched, you can't do it in terms of martial arts and pleasing your wife.

The master listens to his wife for most things. If you want to join the Guhong Sect, honestly, you don’t have the opportunity to be a maid unless…”

Tang Ning said as he frowned first. The fairy Mei, who had heard the relish and closed her eyes, also looked at Tang Ning.

"Unless what?" Song Yiren was a little wondering what good idea Tang Ning had.

"Unless the raw rice is cooked and cooked." Tang Ning patted his thigh hard, but then became confused again.

Song Yiren's face was flushed and her ears were hot. She was obviously shocked by Tang Ning's words. Fairy Mei gave Tang Ning a back of her head.

"Be careful that your master's wife heard you expelled from the Guhong Sect."

"Aunt Mei, I am now the head of the Tang Sect, how can I just slap my head?"

"That's a little brat, I can't remember to eat and beat him!"

The three carriages entered the Juhezhuang, which obviously caused an unknown sensation. Qionghua Palace, Guhong Sect, and Tang Sect were all here, but the banquet had not yet begun, and it was about tonight. Lu Zhuer waited for everyone to settle down first.

Feixue drove the carriage and stopped beside Yinghong Building, and a long wooden bridge and water corridor directly connected to the central pavilion of the Lotus Pond.

Here, the sound of the zither and flute ensemble was clearer. Mei Qingxuan jumped off the carriage show with an unknown sword on his back and opened his arms, turned around and urged: "Master, hurry up."

There were disciples from Juhezhuang guarding him on the edge of the wooden bridge water corridor. Qingxuan wanted to go over but was stopped, so he was very unhappy.

After despising the two guys who seemed like wood, Qingxuan gave up.

Tian Qi held Qingxuan's hand, and several people were walking by the lotus pond in parallel, while Feixue drove a carriage to Juhezhuang.

"Have you met?" Ali asked Tian Qi, who shook his head and smiled: "I'll meet sooner or later, so don't worry."

The group slowly walked along the bluestone road towards Juhezhuang. This was not the main road, but naturally there were fewer people. Occasionally, they saw some people and were already living in Juhezhuang early on.

Although I don’t want to be high-profile, including Tian Qi, who was shaved, the group could see extraordinaryness from their temperament. Even if they did not show it deliberately, they always let the passers-by pay attention.

Not to mention that Qing Xuan is running around and making trouble, and it is difficult not to be noticed.

As the saying goes, the rivers and lakes meet, but as expected, when you turn around a corridor, the person who also travels to the lake to enjoy the lotus is caught up in the unexpected.

It's more interesting to have acquaintances or acquaintances that are clustered together.

Tian Qi did not speak. When the master saw the innate, he had no reason to speak first. Huatian Sect, fate was really wonderful.

Tian Qi thought of his words, "There is a man named Hua in the Tianmen, and he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth."

Sometimes it is really a great thing to be good at martial arts. Under the circumstances at that time, it would be difficult for Huatian Sect to hold back and not give up any of them.

Unexpectedly, next to Huatian Sect, there was a light-colored water-blue long dress, and a little noble and proud woman was standing in her eyebrows and eyes, and she looked at Feng Li next to Tian Qi.

The woman held a simple and elegant sword on her waist, but after careful crafting, there was a small long sword with a mirrored Yin-Yang Tai Chi on the scabbard. Just this sword, it was obvious that the woman's identity was not simple.

"Meet again, Senior Sister Feng."

After all, there was a little disdain in his tone, but a little jealous. Women were indeed a strange creature.

But before the wind left the mouth, Mei Qingxuan Canglang, who was beside him, pulled out the sword behind him with a sound. A layer of blood light covered the surface of the sword.

Just unsheathed, a faint smell of blood will spread out

Qingxuan used his eyes to signal the sword the woman was holding tightly. He said half serious, but arrogantly:
Chapter completed!