Chapter 47 Birthday

When Qin Yan was taken to the Posha Gate, Yan was already the chief disciple of the door. At that time, the wild goose was the idol of all the brothers, and Qin Yan was not surprised. He is relatively introverted and doesn't like to talk to people, but as long as he talks about his big brother, he can immediately take out a lot of praise from the bottom of his heart and join the heated discussion.

Qin Yan, who was young, fantasized countless times in his dreams that he could one day show his heroic posture in the eyes of his master's appreciation and the eyes of his brothers' worship. Even for a period of time, he even imitated the man's walking posture and tone. He never thought that one day, the proud figure of the whole family would betray the master for a woman and carve an indelible shame in the master.

Qin Yan always remembers that gloomy night, when the wild goose's indifferent letter was handed to the master, the master's expression that he wanted to choose someone to eat. That night, the master went down the mountain alone and said that he would personally recover everything he had given to the wild goose. No one knows what happened that night. The next day, when the whole sect welcomed the return of the master in trembling, six disciples died under the master's hands on the spot, and one was seriously injured and suffered a lifelong disability.

Since then, the master has become more fierce and brutal, almost venting his disciples, forcing them to break through the level of cultivation. If they fail, they will die, and often punch and kick their disciples. It was like a hellish half a year. Most of the classmates who entered the demon gate with Qin Yan died in that period of time. It was not until Huang Fan broke through the fifth heavy blood skill that the master returned to normal...

Qin Yan has been unable to figure out why such an amazing person as Yan indifference gave up the opportunity to climb the peak of the road for a woman? How can short happiness and ease be compared with the eternal road?

He is also very curious about what kind of woman can impress my young master's elder brother!

"...Since more than ten years ago, Chiyan Cave has shown wolf ambition. They claimed to be subordinates of the Bashimen, but in fact they did not contact the Bashimen and only cared about grabbing territory after every war. The master once said that if the real people hadn't moved down the mountain, the biggest profite of the war would have been Chiyan Cave.

Someone retorted, "The Devil's Gate and Chiyan Cave are actually a pit. Yan Shaoxia should not cover up the crimes of the Devil's Gate because of their personal feelings."

Qin Yan wanted to laugh when he heard it. His brother betrayed his master because of his personal feelings. In fact, he was actually the most famous emotional person in the world. At the beginning, the master treated him well. How could he not defend his teacher?

Yan ignored the man and said to himself: "Eleven years ago, when he returned to Linzhuang, he did not move to take action in person, and the Mangmen retreated fiasco. Since then, he has been shrinking outside the northwest fortress, focused on nourishing himself, and no longer caring about world affairs. However, in the past ten years, I have often heard the news that people in the demon gate are haunted. I thought it was some thieves who committed evil in the name of the women's gate, but I didn't care too much. Until three years ago, the wife suffered an assassination, and the martial arts and Taoism of the killer were very similar to those of the Bashimen, but it was plausible. I fought with him, and the man tried his best to use the 'Eight Disasters to Bury the World' of Chiyan Cave..."

The heroes made a sound of surprise. One person asked, "Is Yan Shaoxia serious about this? Who can prove it?"

A soft and gentle female voice sounded: "I was also present at that time. That man did use the magic power of the eight disasters to bury the world. I saw it with my own eyes."

Qin Yan's heart moved. This is the woman that Brother Yan fell in love with. Just from the sound, she has a refreshing charm, and her face is also beautiful. No wonder she can be moved by Brother Yan.

But a man said strangely, "Mrs. Yan and Yan Shaoxia are deeply in love, and naturally they have to help their husband talk."

"Wu Qingqiong! Don't talk nonsense. Isn't Mrs. Yan's words more credible than yours?

At this time, a clear man's voice sounded slowly: "I have also had the experience of Brother Yan. That was half a year ago, when I escorted a friend back to Beijing and was attacked by several masked men on the way. Their swordsmanship is extremely tricky and strange, similar to Tianwai Loulan's 'eternal flow', but when I took the life of one of them, the other person saved the man with a very sharp finger. If I'm right, it should be 'Hongqiu's finger'.

Mu Chengxue was originally explaining the origin of the voice to everyone, but after the man spoke, her face changed slightly and her voice lowered: "This man is Hao Chen, so I don't need to say more..." As she spoke, her eyebrows raised slightly and looked at Qin Yan with a complicated look. However, at this time, Qin Yan was distracted and didn't see her move. Even if he notices it, he may not care.

But Lin Muyao has a panoramic view of their performance. For Mu Chengxue's very obvious action, she also had a quite complicated feeling in her heart. She still couldn't help secretly pinching Qin Yan, which made him cry and wake up from meditation.

"Miss, you..."

Lin Muyao stared at him and said, "Xue'er kindly explained it for you. Have you listened carefully?"

"I've been listening carefully. Didn't you just talk about that... Hao Chenang?"

Lin Muyao looked over with a smile and said, "You really didn't listen well, did you? What Xue'er said was obviously Wanliufeng."

"Oh, yes, yes, it's Wan Liufeng. He is as famous as Haochen..."

Lin Muyao slapped the table violently and shook the servants in the house: "Kid, come here and sit next to Cher! Xiuer, go and take his seat!"

As soon as Qin Yan changed his position with Xiuer, he heard a crackling sound of firecrackers outside the house, followed by a shout: "Ming destroyed the building and wishing Linge a long life than Nanshan, blessed as the East China Sea!" Hunjiang Gang congratulates the old man on his 70th birthday and wishes the old man a happy birthday with the sky!" Lvqi's thousand-year-old tree, walking in spring and autumn. The bright moon is a pool of lotus, fishing for Wei silk, the sun and the moon are long! A wisp of smoke from Minghuai is here to celebrate Mr. Lin's birthday!" ... These are second- and third-rate sects. Because they are not qualified to enter the lobby and want to meet the Jianghu bosses, they shout loudly one by one and want to get familiar with each other.

At the beginning, the whole Qingweiju fell into the blessing of a mountain tsunami, and then from Qingweiju to the streets and alleys of Biye City, more and more voices joined in, and the waves pushed up to the nine mountains.

People in the lobby also stopped arguing at this time and got up one by one to go to the inner room to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Lin Ge. The long-awaited birthday banquet of the Lin family has officially begun.

"Yuer, are we going to celebrate the birthday of the elder pavilion now?"

"No. There are too many people at this time. Let's have a drink here and wish Dad a long life!"

People echoed one after another. Under the leadership of Lin Muyao, they got up and respected the elder in the east. They said in unison, "I wish you a long life!" Then he leaned his neck and drank it all.

However, the two ladies usually don't drink much. Now they drink a full glass in one breath, and suddenly their two little faces are stained with red clouds. Mu Chengxue cough repeatedly. A pair of beautiful eyes became confused, dizzy and almost couldn't sit still, and almost fell off the mahogany chair. Qin Yan was sitting next to her, quickly reaching out to hold her and helping her sit up slowly.

Lin Muyao looked at them, frowned gently, then relaxed and said, "Xue'er is too drunk, boy, go and pour her a cup of tea."

Qin Yan was about to get up. At this time, a tall man in soap came in with a glass of wine. His eyes swept around and fell on Mu Chengxue's face like red clouds. His eyes flashed with thrilling joy in his eyes and said loudly, "Miss Lin, Miss Mu, and Mr. Qin, I want to drink this cup. Wine and all of you wish the elders their birthday. I wonder if you would like to enjoy your face?

Lin Muyao frowned and said lightly, "Mr. He is lucky to come. We have just toasted here. Look, Miss Mu is already drunk.

He Lianshan looked at Mucheng's snowy red cheeks, showing a deep intoxication, took a deep breath and said, "Well, I'll give you a drink here!" After saying that, he drank all the wine in the glass. However, everyone here just looked at him silently and no one responded.

When encountering such an embarrassing situation, he didn't care at all. He bowed his hand to Lin Muyao and said, "It's worthwhile to meet two ladies here today. I don't know when Miss's play will start, so I'm going to watch it.

Lin Muyao said flatly, "Today, at Shenshi, Peng Wanglou also hopes that Mr. He will come to support him."

"I will definitely not be absent." He Lianshan said and turned his eyes to Mu Chengxue's face and said, "Miss Mu is a little drunk. I'll bring her a cup of tea."

"No need!" Lin Muyao's voice raised a little and looked at Qin Yan beside him and said, "This Mr. Qin will take good care of Miss Mu. He just said that he was going to bring tea, so he doesn't have to bother Mr. He."

He Lianshan looked deeply at Qin Yan and said in a low voice, "In this way, I will bother Mr. Qin." After saying that, he lifted the mantle and strode out.

At this time, there was a noisy noise outside the house, faintly mixed with one or two screams. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, making the doorman hunting drift, and the air seemed to become hot. This situation seems to have arrived with a powerful power. However, judging from the increasingly clear sound of drinking, scolding and fighting outside, this power came to kick the field.

In the middle of Qin Yan's suspicion, a loud voice came from the open space outside the pavilion, sweeping the audience like an angry wave and blowing in everyone's ears:

"The poor monk Yamole, from the Chixia Temple in the southwest mountain, has heard for a long time that the martial arts in the Central Plains is extensive and profound, and specially came to ask for advice. I hope you heroes will not hesitate to give advice!"