Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

The matter was brought up in such an understatement, not only Bai Fengyang's disciples were dumbfounded, Lan Zhi's disciples were dumbfounded, even Lan Zhi himself was stunned for a moment.

Bai Fengyang lowered his head and did not speak, the atmosphere at the scene seemed as if Bai Fengyang had memorized the wrong lines.He frowned slightly, without making excuses or clarifications, and left without saying a word.Lan Zhi's disciples didn't have time to be happy, they only heard Lan Zhi say: "Everyone who hit someone just now stand up."

A few people felt cold, they dared not deny it, stood up coyly, did not even dare to beg for mercy and admit their mistakes, and obediently were sent to Elder Wan to receive punishment.

The rest of the disciples opened their mouths, not only felt that Bai Fengyang had made a wrong connection, but even Lan Zhi was wrong, Lan Zhi glanced at them, and the disciples dared not say a word, and hurriedly pretended to be working as if they had nothing to do with them.

This small disturbance has been exposed, but everyone knows in their hearts that things are different.

Chi Su's promotion is not a big or small happy event, and there is no need to quarrel the senior monks who have been retreating all the year round, and it is not good to be extravagant, but it is inevitable to prepare some water and wine.A few days ago because of the needle test, Li Feng and Yan Liang walked awkwardly, and the relationship was a little unnaturally tense, Chi Su discussed with the elders, took this opportunity to invite the two of them over for a drink, and the matter passed.

So at the banquet, Lan Zhi saw Li Feng again.

The Beixing faction used the simple and elegant Eight Immortals table for the banquet, with one table for each person, spacious and comfortable.The table for the elder and the guests was at the top, and the disciples lined up in order according to their cultivation level. Lan Zhi happened to be sitting opposite Li Feng, less than three feet away in the aisle.

The most painful thing in life is when a white-haired person gives away a black-haired person. Li Feng's expression is calm, but it doesn't mean that he is also indifferent.On the opposite side of Lan Zhi is the taciturn Li Feng, and on the left is Su Chu who hangs his head and keeps silent. The guilt is overwhelming, and his whole body feels uncomfortably uncomfortable.

Li Feng raised his glass to Lan Zhi: "I offended you a lot during the needle test a few days ago, and I hope Brother Lan will forgive me." dare."

After a glass of wine, the atmosphere seemed to relax a bit, Li Feng ignored him, and Lan Zhi didn't care.

He lowered his head and thought about his own business.

It's really strange that that person's cultivation level is not as high as his own, but he can control Qi Muran to kill Li You.What kind of magic technique did he practice that can control people's mind?

Under normal circumstances, the cultivation base of those who practice the magic way progresses rapidly, but it is not solid enough, so their behaviors are also different from those of Taoists. Most of them feel slightly excited, which is not as calm as water.Of course, these external manifestations can be carefully concealed, but Lan Zhi still feels that something is wrong.

The entire Northward Sect is searching for the magic cultivator with great fanfare. He is practicing the magic way under the nose of people, so he is really not afraid of being discovered by others if he relaxes a little bit and reveals the slightest clue?

Or will he never be discovered at all!

Lan Zhi seemed to have grabbed something, and with a flick of his finger, he picked up the wine glass and drank another glass.Under what circumstances would he never have to worry about being discovered?

The jug was empty, Lan Zhi shook it lightly: "Serve the wine."

"Senior brother Lan, here comes the wine." The disciple holding the wine scooped it from the wine jar with a ladle, opened Lan Zhi's jug, and said with a smile, "This is brewed by Elder Song himself. Brother Lan, try it."

Li Feng flicked his sleeves lightly, Lan Zhi raised his eyelids, a fingernail-sized leaf fell from the gourd of wine, and went into the jug along with the water and wine.

The disciple filled Lan Zhi's wine glass and said very courteously, "Senior Brother Lan, give it a try."

Lan Zhi lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

The leaf that suddenly fell in the wine was a bit strange, and there were no trees in this hall, where did the leaves fall from?It probably has something to do with Li Feng's flick of his sleeves just now.What kind of leaf is that, what is it used for, what does Li Feng want to do?I can't test the needle, so I want to play the game now?

Li Feng is such a person, his appearance is warm and moist like jade, but his inside is as dark as sesame seeds.

I remember that there is a kind of spirit grass in Jingyue Palace, its scientific name is Drunken Immortal, also known as one-step pouring, as long as a leaf is soaked in water, it can make people unconscious.Is this leaf a drunken fairy?

If you drink it, you will be fooled, but if you don't drink it, it seems that you will lose face.

Lan Zhi slowly picked up the wine glass and sipped it, turned his head to look at Bai Fengyang beside him, and poured him a glass with his own wine pot: "Just now the disciples are ignorant, thank you for not caring, I will toast you a glass."

Bai Fengyang sat next to Lan Zhi tonight and didn't say much.Lan Zhi personally toasted, he didn't know what happened, he lowered his head and said indifferently: "Thank you, Senior Brother Lan."

"You're welcome."

Bai Fengyang drank the wine, and Lan Zhi filled another glass.Bai Fengyang sat sluggishly, neither crying nor laughing, and took another gulp.

After two glasses of wine, Bai Fengyang's eyes were loose, and he leaned back softly, grabbing Lan Zhi's sleeve and not letting go.Lan Zhi coughed lightly, and greeted Bai Fengyang's disciples, "Your senior brother Bai is drunk, send him back to sleep."

The disciples rushed to help him and carried him down.

Lan Zhi glanced at Li Feng, his face darkened, like an old monk in meditation, and he didn't touch anything on the table all night.