The moon is bright and the wind is clear

At night, Shangguan Yi held a banquet for the Martial Arts League in the inner hall for honored guests.The inner hall is extremely luxuriously furnished, with chairs made of sandalwood wood and tables made of jade.

The Shangguan invited the heroes from all walks of life to sit down, and everyone agreed to sit down.After only staying for a while, maids and servants brought all kinds of delicacies, such as abalone and chicken gizzards, duck feet with goose feet, everything you expect to find.The delicacies were also very elegantly arranged on the plate, and everyone thought that Shangguan Yi should be an elegant person.Among them, all the masters sat at the same table, and their disciples also sat at the same table in twos and threes. The banquet was very lively.

Between the toasts and cups, Sikong Lang only drank alone, ignoring others.Seeing him like this, all the disciples were just feeling strange, they didn't say anything, they wondered why they became the leader of the Wulin League, but they still had a sad face, as if they had something on their minds and were drinking here. Then no one spoke to him.

Not long after, Sikong Lang became slightly drunk, and his mind gradually became dizzy, and he didn't even notice that two more disciples came in.

He only heard that person's voice quite familiar, and thought it was that Lan Xuzhi in his heart.Drunk and hazy, just raised his eyes a little, and his consciousness was glued.

The person next to Lan Xuzhi was wearing a flowing purple dress, and his hair band was also dark purple, hanging down along the blue silk, looking bright and charming.

Sikong Lang was puzzled, this purple dress, this figure, his charm...how similar to the Mo Qi he missed every day, only missing the purple jade hairpin inlaid with gold.

Knowing that he was drunk, Sikong Lang thought how could Xiao Qi come here, so he shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

Looking over again, I remembered that this was the junior brother Lan Xuzhi had mentioned, a disciple of the Cangyun Sect named Mo Qi.

Sikong Lang was puzzled that he would be so confused when he put on the dark-patterned purple robe that Mo Qi often wore.

But his eyes swept across his face, his eyes seemed to be fixed, and he didn't want to move to other places. Although he had always recognized this person before Lan Xu was always around him, he didn't look at him carefully, his face was blurred. Today, he took a closer look. , I felt that Mo Qi was born with a handsome face and delicate features, like that gentle scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, completely different from Lan Xuzhi's rebelliousness.

Sikong Lang couldn't avoid being suspected, so he still turned his eyes back, but Na Moqi didn't see it, otherwise he would have imagined himself as a drunken man in the market.

But... is this my illusion?

Yes, I miss him so much, so as long as someone wears purple clothes and has a similar figure from the back, he will be regarded as Mo Qi.

Sikong Lang didn't want to think about it anymore, he just felt that he should leave the banquet quickly and go back to sober up.

Having made up his mind, he left the table alone and went elsewhere.

When I returned to the side courtyard where I lived, I saw the snow-white pear blossoms in the courtyard in full bloom, with a little moonlight shining on them, and it was even more deserted. I couldn't help feeling a sense of loss and melancholy in my heart.

Not long ago, I was watching the moon and drinking with him, but now... in this situation, I am alone.

Just as she was feeling emotional, Hong Ling's voice sounded: "Brother, I have been looking for you for a long time, and the banquet is not over yet, why did you come out?"

"Oh, you know that I don't like the banquets of these gangsters the most, besides, it's very stuffy in there, I wanted to come out to get some air, but I didn't want to walk before I came back.

Hong Ling understood, leaned closer to Sikong Lang, and whispered: "Guess what, I've figured out a way to deal with that Lan Xu."

Before Sikong Lang could speak, he continued: "I have a friend who happens to know some strange alchemy techniques. Among them is a healing technique, which is the most tormenting, and the poisoning is extremely hidden. I want to use it to deal with Lan Xu. It couldn't have been better. Two days ago, I asked her to send someone to send it to me."

When Sikong Lang heard Hongling's words, his heart shuddered, and he inexplicably remembered how the female master in Miaojiang ruthlessly laid a gu on people.Seeing Hong Ling like this now, she looks more and more like that Miao Jiang woman, so she asked, "What will happen to the poisoned person?"

"Humph... At first, the whole body was itchy, and then the itching would go straight to the bone marrow. Even if the skin was scratched and scratched, it still couldn't completely relieve the itching. Someone once became bloody and bloody because of this poison. Heh, the medicinal properties have to last for a whole day before the itchy feeling will go away." Hong Ling sneered, showing her dark white teeth.

Sikong Lang said displeased: "When did you become so ruthless? I thought before that you were just playing tricks on him."

"It just made Lan Xuzhi suffer a lot, and it didn't kill him. Besides, he didn't show mercy to Senior Brother Lu and my Xuanzong sect disciples."

"It's enough to punish him a little, but Hugh has to use such methods." Sikong Lang said seriously.

"I'll do this matter later. If you don't help me, don't ruin my business." After Hong Ling finished speaking, she turned her head and left.

Seeing this, Sikong Lang thought that Hong Ling had been doted on by her master and all her senior brothers since she was a child, and he had always followed her, so she became more and more reckless.Now she has made friends with those heretics and used such insidious methods, if she is not stopped today, it is not known whether she will go astray.

In the moonlight, a look of worry loomed on Sikong Lang's face.