It's night, and the moon shines over the mountain.
Different from the coldness in the sky, every household in the town has hung up red lanterns, with the word "happy" reflecting the fire, and rows of them swaying in the wind, like waves of wheat during the harvest.
Lianjiabao has not been so lively for a long time.
The door of Lian Mansion was open, and running water mats were placed outside the door from the courtyard. During the banquet, everyone was talking about Lian Chengye's return from his study tour in Shangjun City. Some said that he had an opportunity in Shangjun City.
He is a master of the ninth level of Xiantian; some say that he has a good relationship with a certain master of the Great Waterfall Sword Sect and is highly regarded. The three bodyguards accompanying him are proof...
In short, there are all kinds of things, but without exception, everyone believes that one day, the young and promising young master of the Lian family will be able to lead the Lian family fort back to Shangjun City.
This hot and heavy expectation also spread from the outside to the inner courtyard.
"Drink less."
At this time, Ning Yan was sitting on the third floor of the attic in the inner courtyard of Lian Mansion. Next to him, Lian Chengye didn't know what he had done. He kept drinking in a muffled voice until he saw him drunk, blushing, naked and shaking, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Just give me some advice.
It was obvious that I was in high spirits when I just got home.
Lian Chengye burped and stared at the bowl in front of him. It took him a while to react, and he said vaguely: "The food in the mountains is not well served. I hope you don't mind, Senior Ning."
"Not good hospitality? The standard is already very high, isn't it?"
Ning Yan smiled, and he was not being polite. Even though the environment here is not as fancy as a restaurant, the dishes are extremely exquisite, such as golden milk crisp, Fu Xian Zhi Bai Long, Shui Tian Fei Luan... The name is elegant,
The dishes are exquisite and far beyond the level of private chefs.
Even the distinguished critic Gao Haishan expressed his sentiments: "One mouthful of beautiful flowers and two mouthfuls of human fireworks can soothe our hearts."
As for the spiritual rice mentioned on the way, Ning Yan also took two chopsticks. The taste was not much different from ordinary rice grains, but after chewing it a few more times, the speed of the sea of qi seemed to be a little faster than usual.
Although this bonus is only better than nothing for him now, it is already extremely precious for those of the lower third level.
When Lian Chengye heard Ning Yan's praise, he grinned and forced a forced smile.
Ning Yan saw that he seemed to have something on his mind, and recalled that when their family was reunited, Lian's father had pulled him into the ear room to say a few words, and then asked, "Are you in trouble?"
Lian Chengye hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head.
Ning Yan patted him on the back: "Tsk, manly man, it's better!"
Lian Chengye pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and subconsciously looked at Lian's father not far away.
Today is not only a cleansing banquet to welcome him, but also a family banquet of great significance. Therefore, many elders in the family are present. As the current head of the family, Lian's father naturally has to accompany many elders. Therefore, even if there is no main table in person,
As for the sub-table, an inexplicable chilling atmosphere has divided the small attic into two worlds.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that Ning Yan and others deliberately concealed the process of killing Gong Xuesong. Otherwise, how many tables would there be? Even if they wanted to eat with Lian Jiasu Lao, no one would dare to raise objections.
Lian Chengye suddenly sighed heavily: "Senior Ning, do you still remember what I told you about the situation in Lianjiabao?"
Ning Yan nodded and said "Yeah".
Speaking of the origin of this Lianjia Fort, it is really strange. Although it is named after the two characters of Lianjia, only a small part of the people have the surname Lian. Except for the authentic members of the family and the three servants of the side, they are not allowed to use Lian as their surname.
Such weird and impersonal rules are rare, so he was quite impressed.
Lian Chengye half-turned around, the evening breeze flowed into the attic from the window, and the flying hair gently brushed his hazy drunken eyes. In an instant, the bright lights downstairs also became psychedelic.
"Even if these people outside are not named Lian, to me, they are my blood relatives who have watched me grow up. I, Lian Chengye, do not have great ambitions, and I know that my talents are limited. I just want to do my best to protect Lian during my lifetime.
If your family's castle is peaceful, then you will not be ashamed of your ancestors."
"Senior Ning, if one day, even the family castle is gone, what should I do..."
Ning Yan was about to say something to comfort him, but while he was speaking, Lian's father came towards them carrying a wine bottle.
"Chengye, why do you drink so much wine!"
Lian Guangzuo is a capable middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes. He wears a black robe with narrow sleeves. From his appearance to his behavior, he looks very decent. He can be described in four words as "not angry and self-confident".
Lian Chengye immediately straightened his posture, his lips pursed, and he whispered: "Dad."
"Quinzi has already told me, and I would like to thank the three knights for their generous action, giving Quanzi the opportunity to use the magic talisman."
This was the argument given by Lian Chengye, the teacher on the way to Ningyan, and there was no big flaw in its logic. Lian Guangzuo naturally believed it. After finishing his work with the clan elders, he rushed over to meet the three young heroes: "Jingzhu
A cup of Shaoxia will also help the three martial arts prosper and fly to the next day!"
All warriors in Central Continent are proud to ascend to the upper world, but these words were a bit strange in the ears of Ning Yan and others. He and Gao Haishan were fine, but Mo Xiaoyin was too lazy to pretend and just rolled his eyes.
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Being insulted on the spot, even Guang Zuo didn't care. He turned his eyes to his son who was about to drink and fell on the table. He couldn't help but sigh: "You are a grown man now. Look at yourself like this. As a father, you can safely hand over the Lian family's inheritance."
In your hand."
Lian Chengye lowered his head and remained silent, as if he did not dare to face his powerful father.
Only Ning Yan saw that his fists hidden under the table were clenching tighter and tighter.
To be fair, Lian Guangzuo is not a difficult person to get along with. Although he is much older than Ning Yan and others, his attitude is very low and his words are full of respect. He did not test the origins of Ning Yan and others, nor did he
He was just complimenting and flattering, and just talking about some wonderful things in the Jianghu of Zhongzhou. For a while, the guests were all enjoying themselves, and several people were changing glasses, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
But just when he was about to leave, Lian Chengye, who had been patient for a long time, suddenly stood up.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Master! I have something to say, and I won't be happy if I don't say it!"
Lian Guangzuo paused, a little surprised that his son suddenly used the title of "head of the family". He glanced at Ning Yan and the others, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it later."
Lian Chengye pressed his hands on the wine table. He was so drunk that he didn't think much. He blushed and shouted: "I just don't understand! Why does the master open his mouth and close his mouth?
Is the broken sword really more important than so many human lives?"
As soon as these words came out, the originally lively attic suddenly became quiet.
After a brief silence, the sound of rustling chairs being dragged was heard from another table. Many people had already stood up and looked towards this direction.
To be more precise, he looked at the wine bottle in Lian Guangzuo's hand.
As if waiting for some signal.
Under everyone's gaze, Lian Guangzuo didn't change his expression. He just placed the wine bottle lightly on the table and then waved his hands to everyone: "Chengye is drunk. It's not an important matter. Everyone, please sit down."
Ning Yan and Gao Haishan looked at each other and stood up to leave with a tacit understanding.
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The west wing of Lian Mansion is a two-story small building.
I don't know whether it was a deliberate precaution, but the residence arranged by the Lian family for senior brother and sister Gao Haishan was separated from the inner courtyard by several inner walls, and was even a bit remote.
Gao Haishan was happy to be quiet, but Mo Xiaoyin was quite critical of it.
"It's just a hardwood bed, not even a soft satin surface, how can I sleep on it!"
She couldn't help but complain as soon as she entered the house. She felt uncomfortable with this and didn't get used to that. In her words, she felt like she was about to be vomited by the sour atmosphere of poverty in the house.
But soon she discovered something was wrong.
It's too quiet.
Her senior brother actually didn't comment on the decoration of the bedroom!
"Senior brother?"
Gao Haishan was thinking about it when the general came back to his senses, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Brother Ning called your name several times during the dinner, but your reaction was a little slow."
"So what?"
"Brother Ning is a smart man. If you do it too many times, he will inevitably make guesses. You need to remember that here, I am Gao Haishan and you are Mo Xiaoyin. Don't show any flaws again."
Mo Xiaoyin sneered with disdain and said nonchalantly: "If senior brother is afraid of exposing his identity, I will kill him and it will be over!"
Gao Haishan walked slowly to the table and sat down. He first made himself a cup of sobering tea, and then said slowly: "No matter how you say it, he helped us and let him live."
But despite his repeated warnings, Mo Xiaoyin should only listen to the left ear and the right ear.
In her heart, she never cared about grudges or grudges, as Zhou people could be killed anyway.
But I have to say that compared to Ning Yan, the ants in Lianjiabao are more annoying. Even if they want to kill, these idiots have a higher priority.
"By the way, have you seen it? When they mentioned the Zuoxuan Electric Sword just now, they looked so nervous, maybe they thought we were going to steal their broken sword!"
They, brother and sister, have grown so old that they have never seen any swords before. Why should they worry about other people's rags?
A bunch of filthy, poor frogs in a well!
Gao Haishan did not answer, and unconsciously turned the tea bowl with his fingertips, muttering to himself: "It can be Zuo Gongjian, or it can be an electric sword. Why is it the Zuoxuan electric sword..."
"What happened to Zuoxuan's electric sword?"
After a long time, Gao Haishan suddenly raised his eyes.
"I have heard of this sword. If I remember correctly, it was the natal spiritual treasure of Kuanglei Sanren 1,500 years ago. It was also a famous master of the Lian Shen Pass who died under this sword.