Chapter 61: Banquet!

There are so many things tonight.
Junior Brother Feiyu not only has to go to Feiyun Tower, but also have a good show with the big oiran named Qingzhao Fairy. At midnight, I have to return to Qingyun Peak to see Lian Zhen...
Unfortunately, how can there be any tools to commit crimes?
Chen Xinglie suppressed a smile, waved his sleeves, and said, "That's all for this matter!"
Shi Feiyu's eyes froze, and he looked at Chen Xinglie coldly.
Chen Xinglie smiled and asked: "Surprises are not surprises, and surprises are not unexpected? Are you looking forward to it, and thinking about it, you are still a little excited?"
Shi Feiyu gritted his teeth and had nothing to say.
"Brother Feiyu. Since Fairy Qingzhao is a great oiran, he must be experienced. If you don’t understand anything, you may be looked down upon by the other party. It’s better, while it’s still early, Brother Fei will pass on your experience and methods to prevent you from coming I don’t know how to start..."
Chen Xinglie patted Master Fei Yu on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.
"you!"
Shi Feiyu felt annoyed, but saw Chen Xinglie's eyes full of sincerity, as if every word he said came from the heart. So, Shi Feiyu had to gritted his teeth and pretended not to care and said, "It's just an oiran, what's the big deal?"
Chen Xinglie asked, "Could it be that Junior Brother Feiyu has simulated what will happen tonight many times in private?"
simulation?
Is there any analogy for this kind of thing?
Master Feiyu was itchy teeth, and said: "Feiyu first go back and comprehend the tactics, take a step first."
Without waiting for Chen Xinglie's answer, Shi Feiyu was already walking down the mountain, and the sun was shining on him, bright and moving.
"I'm waiting for you in Feiyun Tower."
Chen Xinglie casually exhorted, and was about to turn around and leave, but saw Li Qinglian standing blankly, with anxious eyes and frustrated expression.
That's it!
Ruined!
There were tears in Li Qinglian's eyes, and she looked pitiful.
"Go and follow Master Feiyu and keep walking. Tonight, I am in the Feiyun Building. We must see Master Feiyu."
Chen Xinglie gave an order, without any thoughts of pitying Xiangyu Yu.
"Ok."
Li Qinglian nodded and strode towards Shi Feiyu, until she was far from Chen Xinglie's sight, the little maid raised her hand and wiped her tears, screaming in her heart: "Senior Sister Jingyue...I...I killed you what……"
This time, the big oiran invited by the heroes and heroes is called Fairy Qingzhao.
Others don't know who Qingzhao Fairy is, but Li Qinglian knows it all.
The word Qingzhao means clear and bright, referring to the moonlight, and this Qingzhao fairy is the false name that Chu Jingyue has always used when she walks around and changes her face with disguise.
Fairy Qingzhao is Chu Jingyue!
Li Qinglian was full of fear. As long as she thought that tonight, Chu Jingyue would appear in Feiyun Tower, then moths would fight the fire, and she would perish... At this time, Li Qinglian couldn't help but feel sad.
What should I do?
Li Qinglian also thought about leaving secretly to inform Chu Jingyue.
However, Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie, leading a large group of outside disciples, were following her down the mountain together, and even followed all the way to Xiangdong Street, gathered in the tavern and teahouse near Shi Feiyu and Chen Xinglie’s small courtyard. Talking braggingly.
Obviously, these people are going to stay until dark, and then go to Feiyun Tower for a banquet together.
Li Qinglian was anxious and wanted to drive this group away.
Unfortunately, the two heroes and heroes said, you are the maidservant of Junior Brother Chen, and we are the subordinates of Junior Brother Chen. Since everyone is from Junior Brother Chen, and your status and status are almost the same. You little maid, what right do you have to drive us away?
Li Qinglian had to return to Shi Feiyu angrily, sulking silently.
Qingyunfeng.
Chen Xinglie did not go down the mountain with everyone.
Seeing that Chen Xinglie hadn’t left, Lian Zhen stepped forward while there was no one around, and looked at Chen Xinglie with wintry eyes, and thought to himself: "Is he already comprehending the Qingyang sect's magical method, and now he wants to join me Enlightenment?"
At this point, Lian Zhen was full of expectations.
"Follow me."
Chen Xinglie stepped away.
Lian Zhen followed suit.
Shortly after.
Chen Xinglie came to a cliff with flowers in full bloom and stopped.
The setting sun shed.
The breeze came slowly.
Chen Xinglie stood on the cliff, surrounded by brilliant flowers, and the mountain breeze made him flutter his clothes, making him even more elegant.
Lian Zhen only felt that at this moment, it was full of poetic and artistic flavor, and could not help but chant a little poem: "Who is on the cliff, who is so romantic, even if he is mercilessly abandoned, he can't be ashamed..."
Chen Xinglie was a little surprised.
A stubborn woman can even compose poetry?
Lian Zhen noticed the surprise in Chen Xinglie’s eyes, thinking that Chen Xinglie was moved by her crooked poem, so he struck the iron while it was hot, plucked a flower, held it in his hand, and asked, "Do you think this flower is beautiful, or I look good?"
This question made Chen Xinglie a little unhappy.
I came here because there are other important things, but you want to talk about love with me. Is a woman like you qualified for the best?
Chen Xinglie's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Lian Zhen's hand, and asked, "This hand, when killing people, is it good or bad?"
Lian Zhen's eyes were full of consternation.
Aren’t you here to talk about love?
Why do you bring up such a horrible thing as murder?
However, since Chen Xinglie asked, Lian Zhen didn't dare not answer, so she said softly, "With these hands, I have killed a lot of people."
This is the truth.
Few people in the Demon Dao Sect like Qingyang Sect are good people. If Lian Zhen's hands were not stained with blood, she would not be qualified to be the elder of the Qingyang Sect.
"Where is it?"
Chen Xinglie asked casually, took the flower in Lian Zhen's hand and rubbed it lightly. When he let go, the petals of his fingertips had been broken into pollen and drifted away in the wind.
Lian Zhen said in amazement, "Why do you ask?"
Chen Xinglie did not answer, turned and left, drifting away.
Lian Zhen was messy in the wind, and she really didn't understand why Chen Xinglie brought her to the cliff to say this.
The setting sun gradually sinks.
It's getting late.
In the east port of Qingyun city, the lights are on, and the night life has just begun.
Feiyun Tower is very lively.
Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie, in the casino a few days ago, gambling on Chen Xinglie won, and made a fortune. They were very arrogant. They directly undertook the entire Feiyun Tower and held a banquet. More than a thousand disciples from the outer sect who had returned to Chen Xinglie, as well as some defiant figures in Qingyun City, came to join in.
The top floor of the top floor.
In order to respect Chen Xinglie, the two heroes and heroes set up a very retro banquet scene. Instead of big tables such as square tables and eight immortal tables, there were a few long tables that were popular thousands of years ago. There is one table for one person. When drinking, you have to sit on the floor, which looks very elegant.
Shi Feiyu drank silently, not saying a word, feeling nervous.
For her, what kind of celebration is this, it is clearly a Shura field!
Three rounds of wine.
Oiran Qingzhao fairy, here comes...