windy cold

Chapter 3

The three of them were all taken aback, Ling Shanghuan looked at the main table, and Lu Yuan was waving at this side, so he patted Lu Wanfeng's shoulder and said, "Nephew, don't be cautious, and sit at ease, you and Chuhan may I haven't seen you for a long time, so it's nice to have a chat; Qiu Yu, come with me."

Lu Wanfeng still stood up, said yes again and again, and respectfully sent the two away, ignoring Ling Qiuyu's reluctance, pretending not to see his father's staring gaze.

He finally freed his buttocks and sat back.

Suddenly there was the sound of orderly and light steps in the banquet, and a row of blue-clothed female disciples entered one after another, holding two plates of appetizers firmly in their hands, and then distributed them to each table one by one.

It turned out that the appetizers had already started.

For Taoist immortals, bigu is a compulsory course. Except for beginners, whole grains are no longer daily needs, but there are many people who still love food and wine after bigu, and regard food as a good product to adjust their lives.Tonight's banquet is hosted by the Lu family, and Jiangnan's special dishes must be indispensable.

The female disciples of the Lu family took on the task of serving dishes today, and it was Hehua and Heyue who served her two tables. location."

Lu Wanfeng shook his head, not paying attention to it at all: "You tell my dad, I'll be there in a while." Dad can't control the left and right now.

Don't eat or sleep, this is the common rule of the immortal family. Although he has never paid attention to it, he also knows that Qin Chuhan absolutely abides by it. It should be said that Qin Chuhan implements all the rules with practical actions , and sometimes even feel a little rigid.I tried teasing him before while eating, but I didn't get an answer, but Qin Chuhan's unsheathed Mo Wangjian.

Mo Wangjian's chill was indeed engraved in his heart, and he vowed never to disturb Qin Chuhan while eating.

It was rare for him to be honest at this moment, but he resolutely clung to his seat and decided to follow after dinner.

All the occupants of the seats have arrived at the scene, all the dishes have been served, and no one has moved their chopsticks yet.

"Twenty years ago, the Demon Sect caused disturbances in the world and disturbed the peace of the world. My Xuan Clan families hid their strengths and bided their time, and accumulated a lot of money, and finally wiped out all the Demon Sect members in one fell swoop. Now the world is stable, but we still can't take it lightly. The Xuan Clan's way, Dao follows nature, and Dao produces all things..."

The four masters took turns to speak. Lu Wanfeng was so bored that he poked the bowl with his chopsticks and looked away with his face in the other direction. On Qin Chuhan's body, I thought: Well, it's so pretty.

Except for the Xiao family who banned alcohol, there was a jug of Lu family's self-brewed wine on every table. Take a small cup, put it on the tip of your nose and smell it, and enjoy it with your eyes closed.

Before he could take a few sips, another young disciple of the Lu family came by his seat, bowed his head respectfully and whispered in his ear: "Second Young Master, Madam asked you to wait for her in the study."

Looking at the dignified and erratic mother on the main seat, he thought for a while, finally straightened his clothes and got up, looked at Qin Chuhan reluctantly, and followed out low-key with his body bent.

After leaving the banquet hall, the little disciple who sent the message left first. Lu Wanfeng helped his tired back and walked towards the study.

I don't know which small family's disciple is not qualified to enter the hall to sit, so he looked around outside to see the world, and when he saw Lu Wanfeng walking out, he began to mutter.

"Hey...that's the second son of the Lu family..."

"Keep your voice down...yes, it's him..."

"That private who was brought back from outside at the age of six..." Before he finished speaking, he covered his mouth, because he saw the person he was discussing looked at him, and there was an invisible pressure that followed.

Seeing that they were caught, the two young disciples were so frightened that they stood there at a loss.

Lu Wanfeng stared at them for a while, then turned his head back expressionlessly, and continued walking towards the study.

"Stop standing, let's go..."

"Really, whatever you look at, it's the truth, so don't let people tell you..."

"do not talk……"

The two young disciples finally left.

I didn't have the energy to walk properly. In order to avoid crowded places, Lu Wanfeng walked around the road for a while while holding on to the wall, wondering which family this was a new student, and he was still too young.

When he was about to reach the study, he couldn't bear to rest for a while.Without the sound of his own footsteps, the surrounding area became much quieter, and some subtle voices also reached his ears.

Over there in the study...why does it sound like there is a fight?

If you strain your ears to listen, the sound is more obvious, and it seems to be accompanied by quarrels and crackles from time to time.

He was puzzled, there was a banquet tonight, and many guests who came to the Lu family gathered near the banquet living room. This is the study of the Lu family, so there shouldn't be any guests coming, let alone fighting?He was secretly vigilant, and quietly groped towards the direction of the sound.

The closer the voice was, the clearer it was. There was an indistinguishable voice speaking, and at the same time a man was panting heavily, dark and hoarse, somewhat familiar.

"...Give up...I..."

"If you don't...then I...kill you!"

"You... ah!"

The voice of the conversation fluctuated, and when Lu Wanfeng finally heard a clear sentence, the man cried out in pain.

He jumped up in shock, and jumped out of the flowers regardless of the pain in his body, "Father!"

It was his father Lu Yuan who fell in his sight.At this moment, Lu Yuan didn't have the majesty that he used to spur himself on. He was lying powerlessly on the ground, and the blood gurgling from under him was like a spring. He still tried his best to raise his head and try to get up. Qingdi said to Lu Wanfeng, "Quick... let's go..."

"No! Dad!" He rushed over anxiously, but was pushed back by a strong force, hit the courtyard wall, and almost fell apart.

Struggling to remember, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, he looked up, the person standing in front of him was wearing a wide cloak, and the hat was tightly covered over the top of his head, and he couldn't see the murderer's face against the moonlight.

He asked sharply, "Who are you!"

The man didn't answer, and slowly raised the long whip in his hand, the whip was covered with dense thorns, and swung it down hard, hitting his face directly.

Lu Wanfeng rolled neatly, and finally escaped the fatal blow. He habitually wanted to draw his sword, but when he missed it, he remembered that he didn't bring the Pity Star Sword and Yueyue flute because of the banquet.

The man turned around, although he was facing the moonlight, but because the hat covered most of his face, he still couldn't see clearly.

He couldn't help but tighten his heart, he might have no chance of winning against this man with his bare hands!Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his father's dropped sword, and hurried over to pick it up, shouting defensively, "What is your purpose!"

The man still didn't answer, and swung his long whip again. He had no choice but to raise his father's saber to receive the blow, but the sword recognized the master, and no one other than the master would be able to use the original power. Now Lu Wanfeng It was nothing more than a harder iron sword in his hand. He hurriedly chanted a spell to enchant the sword, but when the long whip hit the long sword, the huge force still sent the long sword flying, and Lu Wanfeng himself was bounced away by the impact.

A fishy-sweet feeling welled up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at his eyes.

"Ahem..." He coughed uncontrollably, and was about to raise his head when he suddenly heard a burst of wind, and before he could distinguish his direction, he felt a dull pain in his forehead, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.