Blue clothes, purple boots, white jade hair crown, handsome appearance, hair like a knife cut, eyebrows like ink painting, and short swords to hang. This is the musician who has been very famous in recent years. Bi Tao from Tianyin Hall walked slowly, with a faint smile on his lips, as soft and elegant as the spring breeze. There were two others who came with him, one man and one woman, both extraordinary. In addition, four middle-aged men with a strong aura around guarded the three of them in the middle, blocking the others like four statues.

Bitao's appearance caused chaos in the venue. His musical and artistic masters made many young monks worship it crazy.

"Young Master Bitao, I like your 'flying sand and wind'..."

"Young Master Bitao, I will listen to your 'Nine Songs of Wind' every day."

"Young Master Bitao, I have admired you for a long time..."

The young monks worshiped him. Bitao seemed to have been used to these scenes, but responded with a faint smile. Of course, not all monks were like this. When Bitao appeared, half of the monks were not moved. Although Bitao was a more famous musician in recent years, in the eyes of them, getting to know Bitao is far less valuable than getting to know Qin Chixing and Bai Yunhua.

Bai Yunhua has huge potential and his future is limitless. Qin Chixing is a rookie disciple of Taixu Sect. Needless to say, his future will be of some help to his acquaintance with these two people, whether it is practiced or experienced. What is the use of getting to know Bitao? After all, he is a musician, and he has taken a different path and rarely has any intersection in the future.

"Fellow Taoists, should I ask Mr. Bitao to take my seat first?"

It seems that Jiang Feng is accompanying him this time. Bitao is a famous artist in Naile. Today he can appear in Qifeng Mountain. He is very proud of his appearance, so his face is filled with smiles.

"Young Master Bi Tao, here are the children of the Wang family in Jingyang City. If you don't dislike it, you can sit with us."

The monks with a background in Jingyang began to send invitations. This time, Mr. Rong did not prepare for a quiet space for the banquet, so this made Jiang Feng feel a headache. Whether it was Lun’s identity or background or status, Bitao was qualified to occupy one.

"Young Master Bitao, look at this..."

"Bitao has appreciated your kindness. This time I came with my junior brother and sister, and there were four guards accompanying me, so it was not convenient." Bitao shirked away, and the young monks who surrounded him were all very attentive, yelling that they could give up their seats and wait.

Bitao humbly looked up and pointed to the direction of the northeast corner, and smiled, "Hey, there is an empty space there, I'd better sit there."

"This..." Jiang Feng was a little embarrassed. Mr. Bitao was a distinguished guest. How could he let him sit in the corner? Isn't this too rude? But Bitao insisted on doing this, and he had no choice. Just as he was about to accompany Bitao, Jiang Feng's expression was quite stunned, because there were three tables in that corner, two of which were already there, and the guy sitting in the most corner was the person he didn't want to face the least, Tang Qing!

Perhaps it was shame, or jealousy, in short, Jiang Feng didn't want to see Tang Qing now, because seeing Tang Qing made him unable to help but think of the incident about Duyun Mountain. The incident about Duyun Mountain was the most embarrassing situation in his life. He originally planned to let Bitao change another place, but it was too late, because Bitao had walked over with his junior brother and sister and four guards and sat in the corner.

At any banquet, there are places where some small people sit in the corner, and Mr. Rong’s 800th birthday party is no exception. However, with Bitao taking his seat, the northeast corner has become a hot commodity. Twenty or thirty young monks rushed over and scrambled to talk to Bitao.

As a result, there were only two focal characters in the banquet. With the arrival of Bitao, there is now another focal point.

In the audience, there were two or three hundred people, 20% of whom were surrounded by Bai Yunhua, 20% were surrounded by Qin Chixing, and 40% were surrounded by Bi Tao. The remaining 20%, sat together in groups of three and three, and each chatted.

The so-called "one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, not to mention that three tigers gather here now. Qin Chixing is unhappy, and Bai Yunhua is even more unhappy. The two have been competing secretly just now. Qin Chixing looks down on the monks who emerge from small places like Bai Yunhua, and Bai Yunhua looks down on him. In his opinion, if he had practiced with Qin Chixing the same time, he would definitely be able to surpass him.

However, now there is another popular Bitao, which has stolen their limelight. Both of them are monks with great potential. They have achieved some success and are competitive and have also made a lot of reputation. They are very unhappy. Bitao is admired by many people as idols and celebrities.

Of course, even if you are unhappy, it is not easy to have an attack in person. You just think about finding an opportunity to destroy his majesty later.

The four square towers and the wide area in the center, more than a hundred tables and chairs were almost all filled. Jiang Feng accompanied Bitao to sit together, and Shen Qian and He Zhengzhi who were greeting outside also appeared one after another. It seemed that the guests had arrived and the birthday party was about to begin.

Tang Qing, sitting in the northeast corner and sitting on the chair with the long pillar, was a little unhappy. He was a person who liked silence, and sat here for silence. Unexpectedly, after Bitao sat next to him, there were people around him.

"This is fucking..." Tang Qing shook his head helplessly. Five or six people stood around him as big as a palm, and it was difficult for him to stand up. Fang Kui and the others seemed to be worse than him. Those who could not see Fang Kui could only hear his voice.

"Fellow Taoist, don't squeeze..."

"Fellow Daoist, you're stepping on me."

“…”

Fortunately, this situation has improved accordingly with the arrival of Mr. Rong, otherwise Tang Qing would have been a little uncontrollable and wanted to yell.

Mr. Rong appeared in the venue, wearing a simple and unpretentious gray robe. Although he didn't look like a fairy-like person, he seemed approachable. He didn't speak, but he just sought after Qin Chixing, Bai Yunhua, and even the people around Bitao returned to his seat one after another. After all, this was Mr. Rong's birthday party. No one could, and no one dared to break the rules.

Generally speaking, the host who holds a birthday party will say something first, just to thank relatives, friends and friends for their arrival, talk about the past years and life experiences, everyone is like this, and Mr. Rong is no exception, but he did not talk like others, and he did not continue to say what he should say, and did not continue.

Then everyone stood up, opened the wine jar, filled it with wine, and wished Mr. Rong a successful life span, and congratulated him on his blessings as long as the East China Sea and the South Mountain. There were not so many rules next, and 300 people in the venue began to drink and talk.

After a while, He Zhengzhi came over, "Brother Fang, Fellow Daoist Tang!"

"Are you busy? Sit down and drink two glasses." Fang Kui wanted to stand up but was stopped by He Zhengzhi. He shook his head, "I will have to accompany my master to respect some wine later. You drink it first, and I will come after I finish my work." Then when He Zhengzhi raised his hand, the light flashed in his palm, and then ten jars of wine appeared under the table and said to Tang Qing, "Fellow Daoist Tang, you can drink these wine first, and I will come over later, let's have a few drinks."

Today, Mr. Rong's birthday party is the same regardless of his status, status and background, and all the food, drink and sit. In order not to cause misunderstandings from others, He Zhengzhi could only secretly hide the wine he brought under the table.

Tang Qing could naturally see it and smiled happily, "Ha! OK! Go and do it first." When He Zhengzhi left, Tang Qing opened a jar of wine under the table. After smelling it, it smelled pretty good. He poured a glass for himself, drank it all, and slapped his mouth twice, as if it was still to the appetite. He nodded and murmured, "It's not bad, a little bit exciting." He stood up and said, "Come! Come! Come! Come! This wine is good, everyone tastes it!" As he said that, he also poured a glass for Fang Kui, Shao Bang and others.

This wine only tasted a little for Tang Qing, but it was very strong for Fang Kui. I don’t know how long it had been treasured. After drinking a cup, he felt that his throat was hot and his blood seemed to burn. After Fang Kui, Li Yundong and Xiao Liuzi drank it, his body seemed to be squeezed by a knife. Every inch of his skin was burned by fire, his face flushed, and he couldn’t help but grin, and then he took a deep breath, and then couldn’t stand the coughing anymore, "This is not wine, it’s poison!"

"Haha, this is the sparkling liquor collected by you Senior He. This wine contains the breath of fire when brewing. You may not be able to bear it, so drink less."

Shao Bang is also a hero in the local area, with many friends, so drinking scenes are naturally indispensable. He has drunk a lot of wine and heard of some strong wine containing fire, but he has only heard of it. This is the first time he has drunk this thing. He originally thought it would be a little stronger, but he never expected that the spirit of this kind of wine would be so strong. After a glass of wine, he felt uncomfortable all over. He was the same. Xiao Liuzi and Li Yundong were even choked and burst into tears.

"You guys! You are still young, you have to practice more in the future. How come this is the case with just one cup." It seemed that the wine brought by He Zhengzhi was quite good. Tang Qing was in a very good mood. Seeing that Shao Bang and others really couldn't drink it, so they pulled Fang Kui to bang the wine!

After one cup, two cups, three cups, eight cups, Fang Kui was a little unable to resist. He rarely drank alcohol and had little alcohol. Moreover, the wine he brought with him was too strong, which made him a master who was already at the stage of Dharma Resources. On the other hand, Tang Qing, one cup after another, had his face flushed and gasped. If he hadn't tasted it myself, Fang Kui would have thought he was drinking the spring of life.

"Brother Tang, should we drink slowly and wait for Brother He?"

"I'm drinking too slowly, right? It's less than a jar yet, come on! Keep going!"

"Okay... OK!"

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