Scarface of the Tianlang Gang dragged Qiu Yu into the courtyard, as if he regarded him as a brother. However, it was just the first meeting. As an old Jianghu, how could Qiu Yu not know that the leader of the Tianlang Gang might be interested in the sword?
Let his men watch him so that he doesn't run away.
Qiu Yu didn't mind this at all. After all, he had reached a level of cultivation that ordinary people couldn't imagine. He had a very high vision and liked the magic blade made of truly special materials. The knife in his hand seemed flashy to him, although it didn't
He pulled it out and looked at it, but he didn't have much expectations. He probably didn't pay attention to the legendary sword's qualifications at all.
As long as he could enter the courtyard and observe secretly who the so-called Master Qi and the guests were, then in his opinion, it was completely worth it to give up this scimitar inlaid with gold and silver, and he would let Scarface pull him.
Then, he pretended to be unprepared and came to the courtyard.
Looking around, hundreds of people have gathered in the spacious courtyard, and there are still people coming in in an endless stream. There are indeed many guests. This shows that Master Qi's influence is not trivial. The more such people, the more Qiu Yu's interest is aroused.
Pay attention to it, because you have the ability to respond to everything at once, and if you have different intentions, you will cause big storms.
A stage was set up in the courtyard, with a Taishi chair placed on it. Sitting there was a pale old man. Although he was over a hundred years old, his face did not have many wrinkles. His complexion was as rosy as that of an old god. There were two black people walking around in his left hand.
Yuanqiu has a smile on his face, he looks kind-hearted, and his appearance seems to be of high moral character, but I don't know if he is a deceitful person.
The background behind the stage is a huge Chinese character "Shou", which is almost more than one foot tall. It seems to have majestic momentum and is very eye-catching. Qiu Yu glanced over and examined this famous cultivator, secretly thinking about the magic sword.
Invincible shocks all directions, the name is loud enough, what kind of cultivation level does it have!
Unexpectedly, Lang Muxing, the leader of the Tianlang Gang, came over, stopped beside Qiu Yu, and said with a sinister smile: "Little brother, I don't care who you are, since I have said this, from now on you will be a member of the Tianlang Gang, and you will be popular.
Of course it’s not a problem if you drink spicy food.”
The old guy's eyes were full of cunning and fierceness. Qiu Yu guessed what the other party wanted, but he didn't point it out. He pretended to be grateful and said, "Thank you very much, leader."
Lang Muching pretended to be very loyal and said: "We are all brothers, there is no need to be polite." However, the conversation changed and he glanced at the scimitar held by the young man and said: "Well, there are people who have joined the Sirius Gang.
Damn it, you have to show your respect to my gang leader, this knife is really good, I like it very much, do you understand?"
Sure enough, as Qiu Yu expected, the old guy came here after the sword. He really couldn't afford it early, so he said that he was a newly accepted member just for the sake of plundering. He said rather helplessly: "This sword is passed down from ancestors."
It’s an extremely precious thing, and I couldn’t give it away originally, but the gang leader has been kind to me, so I’ll give it to you.”
In fact, it didn't matter to Qiu Yu at all. He didn't feel reluctant to part with it, so he held out the scimitar with both hands. Lang Mu
The man was quite sharp, which made him full of joy. He quickly closed it and nodded: "You can teach me, boy. From now on, you will be a good brother in the gang."
Qiu Yu secretly despised him in his heart, what a bullshit gang leader, he has never seen the real world, he is just a noble knife, and it will make you smile with joy. However, his face did not show it at all, but he said with tears of gratitude.
: "Thank you, leader."
Having achieved his goal, Lang Muching didn't bother to waste any more words with him. He cursed in secret, turned around and left. Under the guidance of his disciples, he came to the stage and exchanged greetings with Mr. Qi, the birthday boy.
Ten more chairs were placed on both sides of the old birthday star. The people who could sit here were all important people with high status. Due to Lang Muxing's status, he could only sit at the very edge, but he was satisfied, after all, he was placed on the table.
After sitting down, the man looked at the guests below proudly, with an expression as if he was a villain.
Important guests were constantly brought up by the disciples and sat on either side of Mr. Qi. Some of them were familiar to everyone. For example, the purple-faced old man on the left looked majestic and had an aura of calmness and authority. He was the head of the Lushan Sect.
Li Tianxiong, nicknamed Golden Sword and Purple Qilin, was also a famous figure in the cultivation world of the former Chu Kingdom and a veteran and powerful man.
On the right is a young man in his thirties. He has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He is quite handsome, but his chin is slightly longer and looks a bit disproportionate. He is dressed luxuriously, with a sky blue robe covering his tall body, and his collar is rolled with gold.
Wearing a white jade belt around her waist and holding a folding fan, she looked extraordinary.
Obviously, if you can sit next to Mr. Qi, you must be a heavyweight guest. Then this son comes from the Duanmu lineage of the southern cultivation family. He is the son of the patriarch Duanmu Liang. His name is Duanmu Pinghao. He is also a famous young talent with the nickname Death.
Mr. Shan was known as one of the ten outstanding young men of Chu State.
Also sitting on the stage is Monk Rencheng from Tianfo Temple. His figure is so strong that the chair he is sitting on is shaky and will almost fall apart at any time. And Taoist monk Guting, whose expression is extremely ferocious and ugly.
There are purple marks between the eyebrows on the face, which adds a bit of weirdness.
As guests continued to arrive, there were nearly a thousand people in the courtyard, and it was very lively. Mr. Qi, the old birthday star on the stage, could not help but smile with joy when he saw it, and he was very pleased.
Qiu Yu also mingled among them, listening to the discussions of the people around him. He felt that it was far from as simple as celebrating a birthday. He only heard someone say: "Brother Qi, what do you think about Mr. Qi's intention to establish the Xinglong Association?"
Another old man's wrinkled face showed concern for the country and the people, and said in a deep voice: "This is a very good move. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. Everyone should gather together and twist into a rope to fight against the foreign invaders. That is also
This is a great opportunity for us to serve our country. Brother Yu will definitely join in and wait for the old hero’s dispatch..."
A gloomy look passed through Qiu Yu's eyes, and he could tell from the other party's words that the old birthday boy on the stage wanted to unite all forces and secretly confront the ruler of Lingyu, so wouldn't he be an enemy of him and want to
Rebellion! I didn’t expect the old guy to be so bold and openly gather people to plot evil. It’s simply unreasonable.
Even so, Qiu Yu was able to keep his composure, looked at the old man on the stage indifferently, and cursed secretly, "You old man, others say you are highly respected, but in my opinion you just don't know how to live or die, let's wait and see."
I want to see what kind of drama you can sing.
As for the upcoming establishment of the Xinglong Club, it is not a secret at all. The guests who came to celebrate the birthday basically all know about it, and they all talk about it with each other. It can be felt that everyone is eager to achieve a hegemony. Of course, the purposes are different. Some people
He really wanted to do everything he could to restore the Chu State, and he could be called a die-hard loyalist. Some people saw it as an opportunity to achieve fame, and they were speculators.