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Misty Pavilion, Lingyin Mountain.

The towering and handsome mountain peaks stand tall, and the mountain scenery is half-hidden by the lingering clouds and mist. At the foot of the mountain, a hundred flowers are in full bloom, and the attractive fragrance is scattered lightly. The breeze blows the petals and a rain of flowers falls underground Wake up, this beautiful scenery is really like a dream, like a fairyland.

At this moment, a high platform has already been erected by the Zuimeng Lake at the foot of the mountain, and the elegant wooden bridge stretches to the center of the lake. In the center of the vast Zuimeng Lake, there is a small island floating. The graceful maid raises the petals in her hands from time to time, and the fragrance of the flowers envelopes the entire small island in the middle of the lake.

There were several people chatting with each other in the pavilion. On the stone table were pastries and the special flower wine made by Misty Pavilion. On the main seat was a woman in a light blue dress and gauze, leaning against the soft On the imperial concubine's couch, her eyes are half-closed and half-open in a lazy posture, her temples are tall, her eyebrows are trimmed, her face is extremely beautiful, and there are two bright-eyed girls kneeling beside her, holding fans lightly.

"How many concubines can catch my eyes in this Misty Pavilion?" The woman waved her jade hands slightly, and opened and closed her beautiful eyes like autumn water, and her vermilion lips were lightly parted, and her voice was as moist as pearls, pouring out. , Every frown and cluster can be painted.

"It's not just eye-catching, it's probably nothing more than a fairyland." A bearded middle-aged man in a blue robe said with a faint smile, his eyes looked around with enjoyment.

"In this world, who doesn't know that the master of the Misty Pavilion is elegant and his abode is like a fairyland. Mr. Lian is too modest to say that." His lacquer-like eyes stayed on Misty Pavilion Master all the time, and there was a hint of admiration hidden in the depths of his eyes.

In addition to these two people, there are two other people sitting below. One person is wearing a monk's robe and cassock, with his hands folded and his expression light. People, Mingzhen.The other person has not made a sound since he took his seat, and only smiled faintly on his face. A lot of talisman papers are hidden in a black robe. This person is Xuantian Daojun of Fushan.

The person who admired the master of the misty pavilion was Liu Ziyun, the chief disciple of the master of the Qi sect, who was very talented. As for the last middle-aged man, he was the Daoist Feng Xie of the Poison Sect.

Now five parties from the six sects have gathered in the Piaomiao Pavilion, only the members of the Wanjian Sect have not yet arrived.

"Several friends of Taoism have won the prize, and I am ashamed to be a concubine." The master of Misty Pavilion smiled slightly, and Yu Jia was moving, "This time, thanks to several sects who value it, the annual Dao Discussion Ceremony is held by Misty Pavilion. It will certainly live up to expectations.”

"We naturally believe in Mr. Lian's ability to bring this grand ceremony to a successful conclusion." Taoist Xuantian said with a smile, tapping the seat with his fingers, and his incomprehensible eyes fell on the last vacant seat.

"It's just...it's already this hour, why haven't the people from Wan Jianzong arrived yet?"

Excluding the Misty Pavilion as the host, the other four sects had already arrived at Lingyin Mountain early this morning, and now two hours have passed, but there is no sign of Wan Jianzong's disciples. Everyone present here has their own thoughts in their hearts, and they are silent in tacit understanding.

At this moment, Daoist Xuantian said it clearly, and several people couldn't continue to ignore it. The blue-robed Daoist Fengxie snorted coldly when he heard the words, looked at the seat reserved for Wan Jianzong with disgust, and said with a little contempt : "Don't come here without the guts!"

"Wan Jianzong's behavior this time is really inappropriate. It's actually a blatant insult to Mr. Lian, and the spectrum is too big." Liu Ziyun answered the two sentences in a timely manner, and he didn't mention whether Wan Jianzong was innocent or not. Dan, only lightly mentioned the Misty Pavilion, and it was so easy to label Wan Jianzong as not paying attention to the host.

It's a pity that other people present didn't make any reaction, the Misty Pavilion Master still smiled slightly, with his bare hands resting on his temples, his eyes slightly closed, and said indifferently: "Left and right are not in a hurry, if you don't wait any longer, maybe it's because you were delayed on the way .”

"Mr. Lian is right. The two of you are a little anxious." Daoist Xuantian sarcastically flashed across his eyes, but calmed the atmosphere calmly on his face. Savor the wine carefully.

The monk didn't care about the back and forth between you and me in the dark, letting him swell, I wouldn't move like a mountain.

Sitting quietly in the pavilion like this for about half an hour, a gust of wind suddenly hit in midair, blowing the flowers in full bloom all around trembling, and the bright petals flew away and floated everywhere in an instant.Xuantian Daojun who was drinking was the first to react, his eagle eyes became sharp instantly, and the man flew into the air in the blink of an eye with his clothes swung, the Misty Pavilion Master flew up after him, never seeing the languid man just now Looking lazy, the other three looked at each other and followed.

The five people flew into the air but did not see Wan Jianzong's people. Instead, they saw a huge object with a strange shape flying towards this side. When it was about to fly to the top of the mountain, a white figure walked out slowly and stood on the bow of the ship. The man in white opened his mouth lightly under the unbelievable eyes of the five people.

"The disciples of Wan Jianzong have arrived."

After saying a word, Mr. Lu Heng stopped talking, and the disciples in the ship came out with their swords, and all kinds of lights emerged. After a while, there was no one in the battleship, and Mr. Lu Heng's spiritual consciousness moved slightly. The huge battleship has already entered the space.

Turning a blind eye to the complex expressions of the five people in front of him, Lu Hengjun just flew to them with the corners of his clothes lightly flying, and explained indifferently: "The departure is a bit late, everyone will take care of it."

"Hongyuan Daoist..." The Misty Pavilion Master who was facing Lu Hengjun opened his red lips slightly, his beautiful eyes were full of surprises, and the mixed emotions in his heart made her not know how to react, so she could only call out with a little hesitation.

"Where did Daoist Hongyuan go these years? I never thought that Daoist would lead his disciples to participate in the competition this year." Daoist Xuantian was the first to gather his thoughts, with a flawless mask on his face, and cupped his hands with a chuckle greeting.

"It's just retreat." Still with such a cold and rigid attitude, he hit a snag as soon as he came, Taoist Xuantian gave a wry smile and took a few steps back. This movement exposed Liu Ziyun and Feng Xie who were originally behind him. Seeing Lu Hengjun who was thought to be dead at a close distance made the faces of the two of them even uglier.

Lu Hengjun didn't care about their actions. He came here this time to give these people a warning, and he deliberately came late. It's normal to have such a reaction now.Turning around, he saw that the disciples of the sect had already landed on the ground. Zhao Che was quietly waiting for him to go down before the array, so Lu Hengjun stopped delaying and said, "Now that we are all here, let's start discussing about the grand ceremony."

"Master Dao, please come with my concubine." The hosts of the guests could not refuse, so they lowered their eyes and swayed the clothes lightly, and took the five people to sit in the elegant pavilion lightly with lotus steps.

The six vacant seats were all filled up now, and Lu Hengjun opened his mouth without wanting to waste time. The six of them sat in the elegant pavilion for almost an hour before ending the meeting.The master of the Misty Pavilion ordered the maid to take all the people to the courtyard that had already been prepared, where people from the other five sects would live during the Dao Discussion Ceremony.

When everyone left the Yating, Mr. Lu Heng was the first to leave, but was left behind by the Misty Pavilion Master. The four people with different thoughts had already gone out with the maid, and only two of them were left alone in the Yating.Lu Heng-jun didn't sit down either, and turned around to look at the Misty Pavilion Master at the present distance. The beautiful eyes of the woman who was looking at each other were already reddish, and Jian Shuiqiu looked at Lu Heng-jun with affection. The polite but alienated attitude just now is completely different.

Lu Hengjun felt a little impatient in his heart, seeing that the woman opposite had never spoken, he said bluntly: "Why did the pavilion master leave Lu?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Misty Pavilion Master tidied up his emotions and returned to normal again, and said with a smile, "It's just that I haven't seen you in the past few decades. I want to ask you how your life is going?"

"not bad."

"That's right... that's fine." Pavilion Master Misty lowered his head slightly, and murmured softly, with a little smile in his words.

Lu Hengjun, with his sharp ears, could naturally hear what she said unconsciously. He couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and replied with a cold expression: "I'm sorry to trouble the Pavilion Master. If there is nothing else, Mr. Lu will go ahead."

"It's all right..."

"Farewell." Without hesitation, he turned around and left, but suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing behind him, Lu Hengjun quickly avoided turning around and looked at the Misty Pavilion Master who was close at hand, and said coldly: "The Pavilion Master respects himself."

After finishing speaking, he went straight out of Yating, leaving only the Misty Pavilion Master alone, standing still for a moment, the woman gave a wry smile and slowly turned and lay back on the soft bed, her long skirt trailing the ground, the petals fell silently and poured the flower wine in the cup There was a burst of small ripples, and for a while, the Yating felt extremely deserted.

With sideburns raised, a chuckle overflowed from the vermilion lips, and the plain hand picked up the wine glass with fallen petals and drank it down in one gulp, the amorous and beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and there seemed to be a clear tear dripping in a trance.

"You don't even want to call Mr. Lian... You are really heartless."

The soft murmur dissipated in the wind, the surrounding area of ​​Yating was empty, only a lot of dead things remained, no one saw the momentary fragility of the majestic Misty Pavilion Master, and the faint smell of wine made people feel slightly drunk.

What is insanity?

What is love?

The bitterness in my heart is difficult to understand, so I can only entrust it to the fine wine in the glass. It would be great if all kinds of emotions can dissipate silently with the drunkenness.