Three days before the end of rebirth

There are so many things going on tonight.

Junior Brother Feiyu is not only going to Feiyun Tower to have a good show with the great courtesan named Qingzhao Fairy. At midnight, he also has to return to Qingyun Peak to see Lian Zhen...

It's a pity, where are the tools to commit the crime?

Chen Xinglie suppressed his laughter, waved his sleeves and said, "This matter is settled!"

Shi Feiyu's eyes froze and he looked at Chen Xinglie coldly.

Chen Xinglie asked with a smile: "Surprise or not, unexpected or not? Are you looking forward to it, and you are a little excited when you think about it?"

Shi Feiyu gritted his teeth and had nothing to say.

"Junior Brother Feiyu. Since Fairy Qingzhao is a great oiran, she must have rich experience. If you don't know anything, you may be looked down upon by the other party. Why don't you, while it's still early, teach you some experience and methods, so that you don't get into trouble?"

I don’t know how to start...”

Chen Xinglie patted Shi Feiyu on the shoulder and spoke with sincerity.

"you!"

Shi Feiyu felt annoyed, but he saw that Chen Xinglie's eyes were full of sincerity, as if every word he said was from the heart. So Shi Feiyu had to grit his teeth and pretend 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 is about to happen tonight many times in private?"

simulation?

Is there any analogy for this kind of thing?

Shi Feiyu was so angry that he itched his teeth and said: "Feiyu will go back and understand the magic formula first, and take one step first."

Before Chen Xinglie could answer, Shi Feiyu had already walked down the mountain, with the sun shining brightly on his body.

"I'm waiting for you at Feiyun Tower."

Chen Xinglie casually warned him and was about to turn around and leave when he saw Li Qinglian standing blankly, her eyes anxious and her expression depressed.

It’s over!

It's over!

There were tears in Li Qinglian's eyes and she looked pitiful.

"Go and follow Master Feiyu, and we will stay together. Tonight, I am in Feiyun Tower, and I must see Master Feiyu."

Chen Xinglie gave the order without any sympathy or sympathy.

"Um."

Li Qinglian nodded and strode towards Shi Feiyu. Until she was far away from Chen Xinglie's sight, the little maid raised her hand to wipe her tears and cried out sadly in her heart: "Senior Sister Jingyue...it's me...it's me who hurt you.

ah……"

This time, the great oiran invited by the heroic brothers was named Fairy Qingzhao.

Others don't know who Fairy Qingzhao is, but Li Qinglian knows it all.

The word Qingzhao means clear and bright, referring to the moonlight, and Fairy Qingzhao is the false name that Chu Jingyue always uses when she travels around and changes her appearance with the art of disguise.

Fairy Qingzhao is Chu Jingyue!

Li Qinglian's heart was full of fear. Whenever she thought of Chu Jingyue appearing in Feiyun Tower tonight, she would fly into the flames and destroy herself... At this time, Li Qinglian couldn't help but feel sad.

What to do?

Li Qinglian also thought about leaving secretly and giving Chu Jingyue a message.

However, brothers Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie, leading a large group of outer disciples, were following her down the mountain. They even followed her all the way to Xiangdong Street and gathered in a tavern and teahouse near the courtyard of Shi Feiyu and Chen Xinglie.

A arrogant braggart.

Obviously, these people wanted to stay until dark and then go to Feiyun Tower for the banquet together.

Li Qinglian was furious and wanted to drive these people away.

It's a pity that the two heroic brothers said, you are Junior Brother Chen's maid, and we are Junior Brother Chen's subordinates. Since we are all Junior Brother Chen's people, and our status is almost the same. What do you, a little maid, have?

Are you qualified to drive us away?

Li Qinglian had no choice but to return to Shi Feiyu angrily, sulking silently.

Qingyun Peak.

Chen Xinglie did not go down the mountain with everyone.

Seeing that Chen Xinglie was not leaving, Lian Zhen stepped forward while there was no one around, looked at Chen Xinglie with charming eyes, and thought to herself: "Could it be that he has already understood the wonderful method of Qingyang Sect, and now he wants to understand it with me?

Enlightenment?"

At this thought, Lian Zhen was already full of expectations.

"Go with me."

Chen Xinglie walked away.

Lian Zhen followed suit step by step.

Soon after.

Chen Xinglie came to a cliff with blooming flowers and stopped.

The setting sun is shining down.

The breeze comes slowly.

Chen Xinglie stood on the cliff, surrounded by brilliant flowers, and the mountain breeze made his clothes flutter, making him look even more elegant.

Lian Zhen only felt that this moment was full of poetry and painting, and she couldn't help but recite a small poem: "Whose young man on the cliff is very romantic, even if he is ruthlessly abandoned, he can't be ashamed..."

Chen Xinglie was a little stunned.

A married woman can actually compose poetry?

Lian Zhen noticed a trace of surprise in Chen Xinglie's eyes, and thought that Chen Xinglie was moved by her crooked poem, so she struck while the iron was hot, picked a flower, held it in her hands, and asked: "Do you think this flower is more beautiful, or

Am I good-looking?"

This question made Chen Xinglie a little unhappy.

I am here because I have other important matters, but you want to fall in love with me. Is a woman like you, who is capable of everything, qualified?

Chen Xinglie's eyes were cold, he glanced at Lian Zhen's hand and asked, "Is this hand neat and smooth when killing people?"

Lian Zhen's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Aren't you here to talk about love?

Why bring up something as disgraceful as murder?

However, since Chen Xinglie asked, Lian Zhen did not dare not answer, so she could only say softly: "I have killed many people with these hands."

This is the truth.

In a demonic sect like the Qingyang Sect, few people are good people. If Lian Zhen's hands were not stained with blood, she would not be qualified to be an elder of the Qingyang Sect.

"What about the ruthless hand that destroys flowers?"

Chen Xinglie asked casually, taking the flower in Lian Zhen's hand and rubbing it gently. When he let go, the petals on his fingertips had broken into pollen and scattered in the wind.

Lian Zhen said in astonishment: "Why do you ask?"

Chen Xinglie didn't answer, turned around and left, gradually drifting away.

Lian Zhen was in a mess in the wind, and she really couldn't understand why Chen Xinglie brought her to the cliff to say this.

The setting sun is getting lower.

It's getting late.

In Donggang, Qingyun City, the lanterns are starting to go on and the nightlife has just begun.

Feiyun Tower is very lively.

The brothers Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie were in the casino a few days ago, betting that Chen Xinglie would win, and made a huge fortune. They were so wealthy that they booked the entire Feiyun Tower and held a banquet. The only people attending the banquet were those

More than a thousand outer sect disciples who had surrendered to Chen Xinglie, as well as some prominent figures in Qingyun City, came to support him.

The top floor.

The heroic brothers, in order to respect Chen Xinglie, organized a very retro banquet scene. The banquet did not have large tables such as the square table or the Eight Immortals table, but several long tables that were popular thousands of years ago.

There is one table per person, and when drinking, you should sit on the floor, which looks very elegant.

Shi Feiyu drank in silence, saying nothing, feeling uneasy in his heart.

To her, this was not a celebration banquet, it was clearly a Shura field!

After three rounds of drinking.

Fairy Qingzhao, the great courtesan, is here...