I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

On August [-]th, the city is full of laurel, and the fragrance is overflowing.Lanterns and festoons were hung everywhere in Si Ye, and it was very lively. The people were immersed in the joy of the festive season, and they set up a viewing platform on the highest point in the city early, waiting for the night to fall.

Yingtianchang Palace's Lunar Moon Banquet arrived as scheduled, and monks from various sects came from all over to attend the banquet, gathering in one place, making Yingtianchang Palace, which has always been known for its dullness, less lively.

Lang Xing led a few disciples in the palace to receive the guests at the main entrance of the palace. He was greeting a monk with some old acquaintances when he was interrupted by a loud bang on the other side. The conversation between the two.

Lang Xing followed the sound and saw a porcelain white vase fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.There are two people standing in front of the fragment, one seems to be a visiting guest, and the other is a disciple of the palace.The disciple was panic-stricken and was holding a wide open brocade box in his hand. It was obvious that he accidentally broke the vase on the ground.

Seeing this, Long Xing said "Excuse me" to the monk in front of him, then walked over a few steps, "What happened?"

The disciple immediately turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw him, he seemed to have found the backbone, holding an empty box and looked at him for help, and said, "Senior Brother Lang Xing, I accidentally sent this fellow Taoist to the palace." The Lord's Mid-Autumn Festival gift was broken..."

Lang Xing nodded, looked at the guest in front of him, and was stunned for a while after seeing the other party's face clearly.The sky was bright and the sun was shining, but the face of the visitor was covered with a black scarf, and only a pair of eyes were exposed on his face. The eyes were extremely arrogant, and there was also a hint of disdain, which made Lang Xing inexplicably familiar.

The man put one hand on his waist and pointed at the broken vase on the ground, and said: "I have come all the way to the Longyue Banquet, and the congratulatory gift carefully prepared for Palace Master Lang has not been delivered to the gate of your Yingtianchang Palace, but you The disciples in the palace have been smashed, so is this the way you Yingtianchang Palace treats guests?"

His tone was as if he was inquiring about the crime. The little disciple who accidentally smashed the vase glanced at his mouth, and whispered a little aggrieved: "This fellow Taoist, I just didn't hold it firmly, didn't I drop it on purpose. Congratulations."

The visitor frowned when he heard the words, and raised his voice a bit: "You talk like this, do you still want to blame me for the crime? I kindly spared no effort to send Mid-Autumn Festival gifts for Palace Master Lang. I'm not?"

With his sound, the guests who came and went all turned their gazes over.Feeling everyone's probing eyes, the little disciple frantically waved his hands to argue, "No, I'm just, I'm just..."

Lang Xing held down the little disciple's hand in time, and rescued him from the embarrassing situation, "Junior brother, you go to receive other guests, the matter of this fellow Taoist..." He gave the visitor a meaningful look, " I'll handle it."

The little disciple smiled gratefully at him, and left in a hurry.

Lang Xing glanced around and saw that there were still people paying attention to them, with a kind smile on his face, and said to the people: "This fellow Taoist, don't get angry, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, if you have anything to do, please come with me." Go to the palace to solve it."

The visitor looked him up and down with contempt, snorted coldly, turned and entered the palace.Lang Xing immediately followed.

Lang Xing led him all the way to a remote corner of the palace, the visitor sensed something was wrong, and said behind him: "I'm here to be your guest at Yingtianchang Palace, where are you leading me?"

Lang Xing turned his back and stopped, seeing no one around, he lowered his voice and said to the person: "Little devil, what are you doing in here!"

Chi Wei's movement of thrusting his waist paused, and he didn't panic when Lang Xing found out his identity. He tore off the black scarf covering his face, "I came to see Senior Sijun who was coaxed away by that dog Lang Chan in Qicheng. !"

"Pay attention to your words!" Lang Xing said angrily, "Palace Master Lang is not something you can slander!"

Chi Wei raised his chin towards Langxing, and said arrogantly: "Then you dare to pat your chest and say, I, Senior Sijun, am not in your Yingtianchang Palace?"

Lang Xing's expression froze for a long time before he said: "...Senior Sijun, you are indeed in the palace."

Chi Wei clicked his tongue and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Have you forgotten what Lord Miaoyinqing told you in Qicheng?"

"I haven't forgotten." Lang Xing clenched his fists, "But I haven't seen Ruan Shi yet, so I'm not sure yet..."

"Lang Xing, save yourself." Chi Wei said, "You just don't want to believe it, and you still have luck with Lang Chan."

"I……"

Chi Wei didn't want to hear more excuses from him, so he waved his hand and interrupted: "If you have any sensational words, save it for your Lang Palace Master, I'm just here to bring Senior Sijun out of your place of tigers and wolves. Tell me, he is here where?"

Lang Xing turned his head away, rarely daring to look directly at Chi Wei's face, "I did meet Senior Sijun face-to-face on the first day I returned to the palace, but it was only that day."

Chi Wei took a sudden step forward, forcing Lang Xing to look at him, "What do you mean?"

Lang Xing clenched his fist a little more, and said, "I have been in the palace for the past few days, and I haven't been able to see Senior Sijun."

"You bastard!"

Chi Wei punched Lang Xing in the stomach, pushed him to the wall behind, and said in a low voice: "You forgot how you promised Mr. Miaoyinqing in Qicheng that day! Have you forgotten?"

Lang Xing propped his arms against the wall, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten! Palace Master and Senior Sijun have been friends for many years, Palace Master will not attack him!"

The word "friend" entered Chi Wei's ears at this moment, and it was like adding fuel to the fire. Immediately, he was so angry that he spit out: "Friend, fart! In the eyes of that bastard Lang Chan, a friend is nothing more than he stepped on The chess piece of the upper rank! Whoever becomes his friend will be the bloody bad luck of eight lifetimes!"

Lang Xing's eyes widened, and he said bitterly, "I don't allow you to insult him!" He pushed away Chi Wei who was pressing on him with a palm, and stood on the spot with trembling shoulders, trying his best to restrain himself from drawing his sword and slashing at him. impulse.

Chi Wei watched coldly, and after a while, said: "You said you didn't see Ruan Shi, you can go to the dungeon of Yingtianchang Palace."

Lang Xing's body froze, his whole body was like a cold cellar, and the chill was like maggots on the tarsal bones, attacking his limbs and bones.

Chi Wei turned his head away from looking at Lang Xing, put on the black scarf on his face again, and was about to sneak into the palace to find Wen Xia's trace, when Lang Xing behind him suddenly called him: "...you wait. "

The Longing Moon Banquet was held by the lotus pond in Yingtianchang Palace. It was already early autumn. I don’t know what method Yingtianchang Palace used to revive the withered lotus in the original pond, and it will be graceful in summer again. Under the background of the printing, it blooms out of season.

Before the banquet started, the visiting monks were amazed by the scene on the lotus pond one after another, so they gathered around the pool and chatted in small groups.

An elderly monk looked at the scene in the pool, stroked his long beard, and sighed: "Resurrection from death is rebirth from Nirvana. It is related to origin and extinction, and then to rebirth after extinction. After tempering and experience, it is auspicious to be reborn. Omen!"

Ying Tianchang Palace now holds a very important position in the world of cultivating immortals, and it can be shaken by extraordinary people.When everyone saw the autumn lotus scene, even if they felt different in their hearts, they did not dare to publicize it, so as not to cause bad luck. This time, when they heard the old monk's praise, they stepped forward to agree.

"What this old man said is very true. I see that there is a faint golden aura floating above the lotus pond, and it is actually a bit like the auspicious aura of Buddhism. It is really admirable!"

"In this way, this Yingtianchang Palace is really a blessed place."

"That's wrong." A younger monk continued, "Over the years, Palace Master Lang has led Yingtianchang Palace to make many miraculous achievements for us in the world of immortality. It can come out on top." He stared at the scene in the pool, and said: "It must be due to Heaven's gratitude to the meritorious service of Palace Master Lang that such a spectacle can come into the world, and this is why you and I have the opportunity to feast our eyes. "

"The mountains are not high, but there are immortals and spirits." He laughed a few times, "A blessed land, if it is not for the unlucky people who are inspired by the heavens, how can there be the word "blessing" in the place where they live?"

When everyone heard the words, it was like enlightenment. Ying Tianchang's Gong Lang's family is indeed a century-old family, but it has been in the middle and upper class of the world of cultivating immortals until now.But now in the hands of Lang Chan, the master of Lang Palace of this generation, they are prosperous to an unprecedented level, just like when they travel on the road, they can't help but feel a little awe when they see the disciples of Yingtianchang Palace.

This person's remarks can be said to have awakened them. Ying Tianchang Palace is in the hands of Lang Chan. According to this momentum, it may only take a long time to replace Yu Zeshan's lineage who does not care about world affairs.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and everyone turned the talk of the autumn lotus scene to Lang Chan one after another, spouting praises and saliva flying everywhere.

A disciple suddenly stood up from behind and said loudly: "Guests, the Palace Master is coming soon, please take your seat at the highest position."

As soon as the words fell, a group of monks hurriedly silenced and returned to their seats and sat up, all of them gathered at the main seat above without leaving any room for their eyes.

Not long after, Lang Chan walked out from behind the bamboo screen behind the main seat.

His outfit today is different from usual, and half of his hair is tied up by a golden crown at this moment, adding to his aura of arrogance.It is also rare to find the palace lord's palace attire, although it is still a black wide shirt, but there are a few scattered golden lotuses on the chest, like the only star color in a black ink pool, eye-catching and luxurious.

Although there was still a slight smile on Lang Chan's face at the moment, the majesty of his gestures taught everyone present not to be negligent. Seeing him walking in front of the main seat, everyone stood up from their seats and looked at him. Lang Chan cupped his hands and said in unison: "Palace Master Lang."

Lang Chan nodded slightly, "Everyone, please take a seat."

They sat down.

Lang Chan sat down with a flick of his sleeves, and the disciple standing beside him respectfully stepped forward to fill him with wine.Lang Chan looked down, swept his eyes across the crowd, and said: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and fellow Taoists have worked so hard to come to Siye to attend the Moon Banquet in Yingtianchang Palace. I respect you all, and clean up the dust for you.”

He held the wine cup in front of the table and bowed his hands to everyone. The monks immediately picked up the wine cups in return and drank them all in one gulp.

A monk said: "Because Tianchang Palace has not held a longing moon banquet for many years, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is honored to be invited by Palace Master Lang. It is really a blessing for us. Thank you, Palace Master Lang!"

Everyone echoed the sound one after another, and offered a toast to Lang Chan who was seated above him.

Lang Chan responded one by one, and after finishing the drink, he put down the wine cup and said in a warm voice: "The Longing Moon Banquet is held this year. It is because Tianchang Palace has not held this banquet for many years, so I invite you to come and enjoy the moon together on the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival." Have fun. Secondly, there is another thing."

"My generation thanked Palace Master Lang for the invitation first. But dare to ask the other thing that Palace Master Lang said, what is it?"

Lang Chan smiled but said nothing, stood up and waved, "Bring him up."

Not long after, a chair was placed in the middle of the banquet, and then a blood-stained person was placed on the chair by two disciples of Ying Tianchang Palace.

Lang Chan walked around the desk and stopped in front of this person, he lowered his eyes, the sitting person lowered his head, his hands and feet were wearing chains, motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Seeing this, the monks of all directions had different expressions, some couldn't hold back, and finally said: "Palace Master Lang, this is..."

Lang Chan stretched out his hand and lifted the chin of the person in front of him, exposing the beautiful young face to the surrounding view, it was actually Wen Xia'er.

Lang Xing and Chi Wei hid in the dark and kept an eye on the movement at the Long Yue Banquet. Chi Wei saw him from a distance, and his body was covered with traces of torture.

He was furious, and when he was about to jump out from the dark to take his mentor back, Lang Xing grabbed him in time, "Calm down! Not only will you not be able to save Senior Sijun if you go out now, you will also be caught by the immortal cultivators present..."

Chi Wei clenched his back teeth tightly, and gave Lang Xing a tearful look, as if he was mocking the sentence he just said, "This is what you call not attacking friends."

Lang Xing lowered his head, and the tighter he pulled Chi Wei, the more his hands trembled. He was still able to soberly stop Chi Wei, but the turmoil in his heart could not be calmed no matter what.

The sunlight above his head made Wen Xiayou squint his eyes uncomfortably, and it took him a while to see his surroundings clearly.

Seeing him wake up from a coma, Lang Chan suddenly asked loudly: "I don't know if anyone here still remembers the names of more than 20 monks who slaughtered my immortals with one man's strength in the battle between immortals and demons [-] years ago."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence everywhere, except for the dead Mingqiu Shaojun Wen Yang who slaughtered more than 20 monks in the Immortal Dao by himself [-] years ago?Palace Master Lang raised such a well-known question, which really made them a little weird.

Wen Xia'er looked up at Lang Chan in front of him with her head slightly raised in the posture of a prisoner, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Lang Chan let go of Wen Xia's jaw, and looked at the crowd, "Some time ago, it was reported in Mo Nan City that Master Mingqiu Wen Yang came back to life after death. After many investigations by Ying Tianchang Palace, it is indeed true."

All the monks turned pale with shock and were in an uproar. One even broke the case and said anxiously: "What Palace Master Lang said is true? Could it be that he is joking with us?"

Lang Chan looked at this person with a smile and said, "Why should I joke with everyone about such a big matter?"

His words were undoubtedly a thunderbolt, which made everyone present restless.

Wen Yang said that he must retaliate. 20 years ago when the immortals wiped out Mingqiu, he sacrificed tooth for tooth to kill the spirit array, and taught those monks to splatter Mingqiu City with blood, never to return.And most of the people who participated in the Longing Moon Banquet this time were monks who participated in the siege and suppression of Wen Yang in the First Battle of Huangji Mountain 20 years ago. Wen Yang had such a miserable death in his previous life. If you have a bad temper, you will definitely come to the door and ask them to pay for their lives one by one!

"Palace Master Lang! Palace Master Lang!" Some shouted in earnest, "Since the devil has been resurrected from the dead, he will surely disturb my world of cultivating immortals forever like it did 20 years ago!"

"That's right! Palace Master Lang, how can such a devil allow him to live in this world, you must send someone to kill him, so that his soul will be destroyed forever, and he will never be reborn!"

"The cruel and ruthless devil deserves to go to hell. Whoever can catch him and execute him on the spot will be a role model for me in the way of immortality!"

"..."

Lang Chan listened to the killing words that kept coming from his ears, his eyes seemed to fall on the surface of the lotus pond in front of him, and the emotions in his eyes were a little uncertain.

He raised his hand to signal the people present to be silent, and after the voice had died down, he said: "You don't have to worry, Young Master Mingqiu will not be able to stir up any troubles anymore."

He lifted Wen Xiaer who was sitting on the chair with one hand, and turned the other side to face the crowd, with a smile on his face: "Wen Yang is in my hands right now, please feel free to suggest how to deal with it."

There was a moment of silence at the banquet, and suddenly someone roared hysterically: "Kill him!"

As the sound fell, the sounds of cursing and killing spread one after another in the banquet. These monks all had grim faces, and they were no longer humble and gentle before. Their eyes were filled with endless hatred and anger when they looked at Wen Xia'er. It seemed that he was going to be dismembered into pieces, so that he could dispel the malice in his heart.

There was still a smile in Lang Chan's eyes, but that smile became colder and colder with the high-pitched shouts of killing from the crowd.He stared forward, as if he was talking to the people around him, or as if he was talking to the void, he said silently: "Ah Yang, have you seen it?"

This world is like this.

What is worth remembering again?

The scene became a little out of control for a while, and Lang Chan seemed to have no intention of controlling it.He let go of his hand, and Wen Xia'er sat back on the chair again. He raised his head and glared at Lang Chan, his lips trembling, but he still didn't say a word.

Lang Chan turned his back and sat down calmly on the main seat above, and said in a raised voice: "Young Master Mingqiu heard that Yang is a heinous villain, and his heart can be punished. Anyone here who wants to step forward, help me in the immortal way, and help the world of cultivating immortals eliminate demons and defend the way!"

As soon as he landed, someone jumped out of the crowd, holding a long knife and walking forward with his head held high, "The death of the devil is not a pity! Don't dare to touch the sword of fellow Taoists here. I am willing to do my best for my immortality!" Power!"

Lang Chan nodded slightly, "Please."

Hearing the sound, Chi Wei couldn't hold back any longer, shook off Lang Xing's hand and was about to rush out, but Lang Xing pushed his whole body up and held him tightly, "I can't go, I can't go..."

"Let go, let go!" Chi Wei said hoarsely.

Lang Xing closed his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably, "You will die if you go!"

"I don't care about you!"

When the two of them were in a stalemate, the cultivator had already walked to Wen Xia's chair and glared at him: "Devil! Die!"

After saying that, he left with the knife, intending to cut off Wen Xia's head directly.

Everyone held their breath and focused, their hearts were raised to their throats, but there was a strange urgency in the eyes staring at the center of the banquet, as if they hoped that the speed of the knife-wielding man would be faster, faster, so that they would be able to move their hearts. Uproot the disease, and no longer be persecuted by it.

Suddenly, a gust of fierce wind blew by, disrupting the banquet, and the wine cups and porcelain bowls shattered to the ground in an instant, leaving everything in a mess.

Lang Chan shielded himself from the wind with his sleeves, half-closed his eyes and looked at the scene ahead from the gaps in his sleeves. He saw a silver sword shadow descending from the sky and falling straight into the banquet. The sword energy mixed with the light and shadow swung the knife towards Wen Xia. The man was shaken several feet away, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, and the figure that was swung away came towards him——

Lang Chan immediately rushed away, the man slammed on the desk with a bang, and immediately passed out, and the desk under him was also shattered.

The cold wind was about to break, and under the eyes of everyone, a white shadow of Shengshuang fell from a high place and stopped in front of Wen Xia.

Jun Lingshen recalled Liu Que with his backhand, looked at Lang Chan, and said coldly: "Who dares to touch him."

Lang Chan suppressed his smile, looked back at Jun Ling Shen, and after a while, said in an unclear tone: "Mr. Miaoyinqing is here, and Ying Tianchang Palace is far away to welcome you."

"It's really lively."

A lazy tone suddenly sounded, and everyone followed the sound, Chang Yuandao came across the void with Bai Yuruyi in his arms, and landed before Jun Ling Shen.

Chang Yuan looked around and saw that everyone present was puzzled, and said with a smile: "Lang Palace hosts this longing moon banquet, entertaining guests from all over the world, but only I, Yu Zeshan, have been forgotten. I don't know if it was an unintentional mistake." , or did it on purpose?"

Lang Chan replied calmly: "It's just a small banquet, not enough to invite the two immortals. So I didn't say anything, it's rude."

The implication is to do it deliberately.

Jun Lingshen did not participate in the debate between the two, and turned his back to look at Wen Xia who was sitting on the chair, but frowned after seeing each other clearly.

Chi Wei jumped off the tree and went straight to Wen Xia'er, and Lang Xing followed closely behind, but his pace was a little trembling.Chi Wei passed several people and stopped in front of Wen Xia'er. Seeing that he was covered in injuries and looked haggard, his eyes turned red immediately, "Senior, you have suffered..."

When Wen Xia heard this, there was a strange emotion in his eyes.

Someone recognized Chi Wei, "This is, this is the little devil!"

"Fuck you!" Chi Wei was angry and sad at the moment, and cursed at the man: "I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't set fire to the city, no matter how crazy I am, I can't beat you people!"

He opened his mouth and said "you" for a long time, but there was no reason for "you", and he closed his voice embarrassingly with a flushed face.

Lang walked behind Wen Xia'er, his eyes hesitated for a long time, and then he met Lang Chan who was a few meters away from him, "...Palace Master."

Lang Chan glanced at Lang Xing through the crowd, and said, "Xing'er, why are you standing with Moxiu?"

Lang Xing opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Jun Ling walked out suddenly, pointing his sword at the ground, and the aura on the sword was as dark as deep.He asked in a deep voice, "Where is he?"

Lang Chan stretched out his hand from his sleeve, a sword loomed in the void, he raised his hand to hold it, and said: "I don't know what Lord Miaoyinqing is talking about, but he broke into my Yingtianchang Palace without any reason and ruined my moon feast. Rao, no matter how virtuous and respected the Immortal Lord is in the Tao, he can't act recklessly like this." He waved his hand, and the disciples of Ying Tian Chang Palace who were hiding in the dark rushed out one after another, surrounding the entire banquet.

There was no emotion on Lang Chan's face, he turned towards Jun Ling, but his tone was rarely ironic: "What's more, you are not a sage and gentleman. A mortal man who sees things."

After he finished speaking, his expression froze suddenly, his eyes drifted to the surface of the lotus pond, and he muttered to himself: "Didn't you hate him the most in the past?"

Under the lotus pond, the purple light is extinguished.

Wen Xia stood on a stone platform, and Ruan Zhi stood beside him with an expressionless face.

As early as a few days ago, Lang Chan took advantage of Wen Xiaer's fiddling with the painted purple seal in the lotus pond, and covered the pond with a barrier, locking Wen Xiaer and Ruan Zhi in it.

So the "Wen Xia'er" who appeared in front of everyone a few moments ago was not Wen Xia'er, but Ruan Shi who had been changed by Lang Chan.

In front of Wen Xiaer and Ruan Zhi was a huge light curtain, on which was printed the scene of the Moon Banquet in Chishang.Therefore, he could see everything that happened up there just now, including those immortal cultivators shouting and beating and killing when they heard his name.

Wen Xia'er had kept silent until Jun Lingshen appeared, and after hearing Lang Chan's words mocking his sweetheart, he couldn't help scolding: "Shut up! You are not allowed to speak ill of him!"

This light curtain is transformed by Lang Chan, and their words and deeds will also be transmitted into Lang Chan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Hearing that he stood up for Jun Ling, Lang Chan smiled instead of anger, and said as if no one else was there: "You stood up for him this time, did you forget what he thought about you before?"

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Ah Yang, it seems that you really don't remember." Lang Chan looked at Jun's spirit, saw his face covered with frost, and said, "This Lord Miaoyinqing has a very deep affection for you. .”

When Wen Xia heard this, she froze in place as if she had lost all five senses, and it took a long time before she recovered her voice: "You, don't talk nonsense..."

Jun Lingshen on the lotus pond was already pressing in front of Lang Chan. He raised his sword, and the blade pointed directly at Lang Chan's chest. If he leaned forward half an inch, he could easily pierce Lang Chan's chest.

He asked coldly, "Where is he?"

Lang Chan was not panicked when Jun Lingshen pointed his sword at his chest like this, and he still talked with Wen Xia without sparing any energy: "Don't you believe it?"

He looked at Jun Lingchen, and said mockingly: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it."

"Master Tangtang Miaoyinqing, arrogant to everything, but alone has thoughts that shouldn't be there for you."

Wen Xia looked at the scene of the light curtain, opened her eyes slightly, and said, "...you are talking nonsense! Lang Qingxun, shut up."

"These remarks are comparable to the moon in the water, and it is indeed unconvincing." Lang Chanhu stepped back a few steps.

Jun Ling held his sword and chased after him, he raised his hand and quickly gathered a small amount of spiritual power to pat Jun Ling Shen's heart, "If you look at his heart, you will know whether I am talking nonsense or not. .”

Jun Lingchen turned sideways and wanted to hide, but the strands of spiritual power, as thin as a hair, chased after him extremely fast, accurately entered his heart, and disappeared.

Liu Que fell to the ground, and Jun Ling fell to the ground clutching his heart.

At the same time, Wen Xia was leaning on the stone platform with a pale complexion, her palms were tightly covering her heart, and fine sweat continued to secrete from her forehead.

The two hearts exchanged silently.

He saw Jun Ling's sinking heart.