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"Master?"

Hang Hehuan opened the door, looking at Leng Qingjue standing in front of her door, she was puzzled.

Leng Qingjue said indifferently: "Demon energy."

Magical energy?Hang Hehuan's heart became serious, only the lady under the bridge suddenly appeared in the room, but the lady under the bridge is a spirit ghost, so how could she have demonic energy?unless……

Hang Hehuan didn't dare to think about it any further, suppressed the surprise in his heart, forced a smile and said, "But I'm the only one in the room, how can there be evil energy, master, are you..."

Leng Qingjue looked at her, and suddenly approached her, Hang Hehuan subconsciously took a step back, and was forced to retreat by the coldness in Leng Qingjue's eyes, she swallowed quietly Spit, and said timidly: "Master, Master...what's wrong..."

The distance between the two was not the slightest, and they were almost stuck together.

"Master..."

Before Hang Hehuan could say anything, Leng Qingjue took a step back and walked to the window in a few steps. When he opened the window, all he saw was a swaying lotus leaf.After standing still for a few seconds, Leng Qingjue left the room directly.

He never even glanced at Hang Hehuan.

Hang Hehuan watched Leng Qingjue leave the room, and pressed his heart that was still racing.Turning his head to the side of the wide open window, his eyes sank.If her guess is correct, this lady under the bridge is probably not as simple as a spirit ghost as they thought, but why does this "lady under the bridge" keep looking for her again and again?

magic...

After silently repeating the word in my heart, my mind suddenly flashed to the Hang Hehuan with purple pupils that I saw in my dream at that moment, and the cold and clear Jue just looked at her eyes, I couldn't help but The apex trembled slightly.

She didn't say anything about the "lady under the bridge" just now, because she was afraid that this matter was far more than it seemed on the surface.

These things are like stringing beads, one by one, they can't be strung together so far, at least for now, there are still many other things missing... But if Leng Qingjue no longer believes in her because of this, wouldn't it be Big loss?But if you go to her now to explain it clearly, wouldn't it be more deliberate to have no money here?

Hang Hehuan felt a headache when he thought about it, so he just let it go, stopped thinking about it, lay down on the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

The result of not touching the bed for three months is that he tosses and turns on the bed and can't sleep well, so he can only close his eyes and squint for a while in a daze.This squint until it was dark, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Leng Qingjue, who had walked briskly before, sitting beside her bed.Immediately, even the remaining drowsiness disappeared, and he immediately sat up with his arms propped up, and shouted: Master..." "Yes. "

Leng Qingjue responded but didn't move, just continued to sit by her bed.As a result, Hang Hehuan couldn't get out of bed, so he had to curl up his legs and bite the bullet and said: "Master, didn't Master Shang say that there will be a banquet tonight? Shall we not go?" "Go."

"That……"

Leng Qingjue stood up, turned around and handed something to Hang Hehuan, "This thing, put it away." Hang Hehuan reached out to pick it up, looked down, it was a row of translucent white beads tied with red string , there are complex patterns similar to runes floating on the beads, and the tentacles are warm, needless to say, it is a good thing.

"Thank you Master."

Leng Qingjue looked at her and paused for a moment, then turned his back and walked out the door, saying: "It's packed, let's go to the banquet." "Yes."

When Hang Hehuan packed up and went to the lobby, the rest of the people had already arrived.Among them was a man in aqua-green clothes, who should be from the Lingxiang Orthodox Sect by looking at his attire.

Seeing that Hang Hehuan had arrived, Shang Qingchen smiled at the man and said, "Please lead the way."

The man didn't make a sound, just turned around and took the lead, followed by all the Wanhua people and left without saying much.

When he arrived at the place, the man only slightly bent his waist and stretched his hand towards the hall, "Please."

Leng Qingjue and the others went straight in, and Hang Hehuan followed behind to watch, thinking to himself: "The Zhengcheng faction is really rich, and there are so many doors in the hall..."

A woman in the same blue-colored clothes, but with a slightly different style, came over, glanced at them and said, "Wanhua Mountain Gate, please come with me."

After saying that, he led them to a door into the inner hall, and after passing through the door, they entered the hall where the banquet was actually held tonight.The decoration is exquisite and luxurious, and the venue is very spacious.Just as soon as they go in...

"Hey, isn't that the Lord Leng Shan of Wanji Mountain..."

"It turned out to be that Leng Xianren..."

"What Leng Xianren, is she clearly a Leng beauty?..."

"Shh - do you want to be beaten too?..."

Hang Hehuan's hearing is quite good, especially after three months of training in Lingsanga, so she is quite speechless.Hang Hehuan could hear these words, and monk Qingchen Leng Qingjue would not fail to hear them.But according to Leng Qingjue's temperament, she wouldn't even look at it unless it annoyed her.

But Shang Qingchen was different, he squinted at the potted plants on both sides of the aisle, a fan was still graceful, but as it was fanning, those people in the hall were suddenly blown in front of them by the dart-like leaves. I was taken aback, and just about to hide, I realized that the leaves floated down softly as soon as they reached the front, which didn't really mean to hurt them.It's just that the face of the one who spoke presumptuously added color.

After showing this hand, everything in the hall fell silent.

There is one thought in my heart: Wanhua Mountain Gate is worthy of Wanhua Mountain Gate, it is really not easy to mess with...

Shang Qing and Chen still had a gentle smile, with a refined air, and followed Leng Qingjue to Wanhua's seat.Hang Hehuan and the others were not supposed to sit with them, but they all followed behind.

Anyway, everyone is well aware that coming to this banquet is not really for eating.

After most of the invited families had arrived, the head of the Zhengcheng faction showed up.Hang Hehuan took a pleasing look at the past, and the head of the Zhengcheng School was no different from what was written in the book. He was quite handsome, but he was a little softer and lacked righteousness.

Ji Haonan, the head of the Zhengcheng School, raised his wine glass, with a smile on his face, and said: "Ji is here to drink this wine, and wish you all good results in tomorrow's trial." Everyone in the hall raised their wine glasses in return to him , Ji Haonan responded with a smile.Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the people in Wanhua Mountain Gate who were motionless, their expressions were calm, but they were secretly displeased.

Originally Wanhua Shanmen had promised that the sect head would come to this banquet, but now it is Lengqingjue monk Qingchen who came.What Wanhua did was to embarrass him. Others would say something in private if they didn't say it clearly.

Lu Jinger and the others were sitting at the table behind Leng Qingjue monk Qingchen, and they were really eating, not caring about the gazes from the disciples around them.Even Shang Qingchen joined in, "Ganhua, this is delicious, try it." Xiao Qianhua smiled and took the food, "Thank you, Master."

Lu Jinger silently bit her chopsticks, turned her head to look at Hang Hehuan and Lou Yiteng, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Shang really loves Junior Brother Xiao..." Hang Hehuan bowed his head to express his agreement, and Lou Yiteng expressed his mouth. It's inconvenient to express an opinion while eating, but I still agree.

Several young girls from various factions gathered together, looked at Xiao Qianhua, blushed and whispered: "Who is that, he looks really good-looking..." Better look!"

"Yeah yeah..."

"Keep your voice down, Xiaoyunmen is right next door..."

These female disciples are all average in cultivation, and they didn't hide their words.So a young and handsome male disciple from Xiaoyun Sect who was also at the table heard his name, and looked at the disciples from Wanhua Mountain Sect who were sitting at the top table. Compared to Xiao Qianhua, it was Hang Hehuan beside him.Zhang Lingge pushed a man next to him and said, "Brother, what's the name of that person?" The man looked in the direction he indicated, and said, "Why are you so interested in others today? That's Wanji Mountain The chief disciple, Hang Hehuan, what's the matter?" Zhang Lingge whispered the word "Hang Hehuan" once, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing." The man joked, "Ling Ge, don't you have a crush on her?"

Zhang Lingge smiled and shook his head, "Senior brother, you're joking."

"It's fine if you don't have one," the man said, "Brother is also for your own good. She is the chief disciple of Wanji Mountain, from Wanjishan..." The three words "Wanjishan" are specially emphasized, and the meaning is self-evident.

Zhang Lingge remained silent, lowered his head, not knowing what to think.

Hang Hehuan was sitting at the table over there, and a man who looked drunk came out from nowhere, and was still wearing azure-colored Zhengcheng style clothes, and stood beside Hang Hehuan, holding a The wine glass smashed on the table in front of her, spilling all the remaining wine on the table, and said loudly: "Drink!"

Hang Hehuan didn't move at all, as if he didn't see this person.However, the three of Xiao Qianhua and the others all looked towards the man, their eyes were not flickering with kindness, as if the man dared to make a move, he would do it.

But that person didn't know if he was really drunk or something, he bent down to look at Hang Hehuan's face as if he didn't see Xiao Qianhua and the others, "Why don't you drink when I tell you to drink?!" He Huan's face was smiling again, "You look really good--ah!..."

Before finishing the last word, Hang Hehuan got up violently and kicked the man on the shoulder. The man was unprepared for a moment and was kicked and rolled on the ground.Now the commotion has become louder, and no matter how much others try to pretend not to see it, it will be impossible.Seeing this, the Zhengcheng sect disciples who were serving the banquet at the side immediately surrounded them and shouted loudly: "This is my Zhengcheng, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous!"

"What are you going to do?!"

Hang Hehuan kicked her, and heaved a sigh of relief, Xiao Qianhua and the others immediately surrounded her.Leng Qingjue and the monk Qing Chen also got up and stood in front of her, the meaning of protecting the calf couldn't be more obvious.

The commotion seemed to explode, and the people over there heard the commotion, but they didn't dare to approach rashly, they could only watch from a distance.Hang Hehuan, who was in the encirclement at the table, screamed in his heart: Damn it!I have today too hahahaha! !

Seeing this situation, Ji Haonan, who was seated at the main seat, immediately rushed to this side with a gloomy face, and shouted: "Everyone stop!"

Shang Qingchen put away his fan, and his face was as cold and solemn as that of Leng Qingjue, and he snorted, "Are all the Zhengcheng sects so frivolous? I don't know, which one of the Taoist sects can compare with you It is even more shameless to take advantage of it!"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Haonan's expression became even worse when he arrived.On the other hand, some leaders who had good relations with the Zhengcheng faction came out to dissuade them: "Is Master Shang's words too serious?"

"Yes, Master Shangshan, be careful!"

Leng Qingjue's already cold face was covered with another layer of frost, Su He's light overflowed from his hands, and he said in a cold voice: "Speak cautiously?" On the man's neck, the rest of the people were shocked when they saw this, Ji Haonan stopped him: "Master Leng Shan, please don't be impulsive, can I apologize to the disciples on his behalf?"

Hang Hehuan didn't want the matter to be too big, but the current situation... seems to be big enough.Hang Hehuan resisted the urge to pull Leng Qingjue, and obediently watched the play under her protection.

"Apologize?" Su He penetrated another inch into the man's neck, and the dark red blood trickled down into the collar, and quickly dyed the blue water into a dark color. Save me!"

Leng Qingjue said: "Then just apologize."

Saying that Suhe was about to go in again, Ji Haonan grasped Suhe Jianfeng, lowered his voice, "I hope Lord Lengshan will forgive me." Shang Qingchen gave Hang Hehuan a wink, after all, it still can't just be like this He tore his face, Hang Hehuan accepted it clearly, stepped forward and pulled Leng Qingjue's sleeve, and said softly: "Master, I'm sleepy, let's go back to sleep."

There are no good excuses, as long as you can get out of the siege.

Leng Qingjue didn't retract Su He, but turned to look at her with a gentle tone, "Sleepy?"

Hang Hehuan was a little surprised by Leng Qingjue's reaction, "Yes."

Then, something even more unexpected happened: Leng Qingjue reached out to stroke Fuhang Hehuan's hair, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Then go back."

After finishing speaking, he took Su He away, took Hang Hehuan's hand and walked out, not caring about the stunned people in the hall.

The people in the hall, including the people from the Wanhua Mountain Gate, were shocked for a long time and couldn't calm down: the legendary Leng Xianren, who is cold-hearted and cold-faced and never smiles, actually laughed? ! !