Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 207

"Master, don't blame me, it's really..."

Xian Yue was hard-pressed to argue. He glanced at Xian You resentfully and continued to explain:
"It's true that Xianyou didn't make it clear, so he neglected my uncle. If my uncle refuses to move, how can we dare to continue? Why don't we just disperse."

Xian Yue had a bitter look on his face and was about to cry a few times.

"Mr. Changting's Taoism is outstanding and his realm is transcendent. We are not comparable to us. He must not care about such small things. I have heard that Mr. Changting likes to be quiet and is afraid of noise. It is a good place to go by the water and the moon, isn't it? Very good?"

Fang Ling originally wanted to save Xianyue from the siege, but he was suffocating resentment in his heart, and his words turned into a run on him.

Xianyue's already ugly face darkened a little more silently after hearing such malicious remarks.

When Changting heard this, he didn't want to flatter Fang Ling. Instead, he stood up calmly and said as he walked:

"I like quietness, but I'm afraid of noise? I'm just standing here, and I'm in my prime. How can I act like an old man who has taken care of himself?"

As he spoke, he walked to Fang Ling's side.After a slight hesitation, he followed Xianyue and sat in the first place.

Xian Yue managed to stabilize this embarrassing situation with great difficulty, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

At this time, everyone toasted together in tacit understanding. Changting also took a sip in a dignified manner and said:
"You don't have to be cautious, do whatever you want, and don't care about me. I heard from Xianyou that most of you usually recite poems and sing songs in small gatherings, as usual."

At this time, not only Xianyue, but everyone turned their eyes full of resentment to Xianyou.Xianyou hurriedly raised his wide sleeves to cover his face, pretending to drink cup after cup to strengthen his courage.

However, the matter has come to this, and it is better to lose dignity in front of the elders. As the eldest disciple of the sect, Xian Yue had to bear the brunt and said to the immortal wine cup at the banquet:
"Don't worry about the fleeting flowers flying away, and you will still spend the next year in Huayin. The mountains and rivers are all the way forward, and you are not afraid of death, injury, and shock in the world. Junior brother is going to Yongling to get rid of evil spirits. I only hope to return safely. Then you and I will drink this cup together."

After finishing speaking, everyone just remembered that Xianyue was ordered to go down the mountain to get rid of evil in the past few days. stand up.

For a time, there were a lot of sour and fake vinegar poems such as "the spring breeze and the dew reflect the moon, and we go together by the falling flower pool, exchange cups and talk to each other. I don't know who to drink to tomorrow?"

If you really can't conjure up emotions, you have to find another way to write some exciting limericks.

There are many lame sentences like "Senior Brother Xianzhang wields his sword and sweeps away all evil spirits and monsters. Learning skills is not about merit and fame, only justice and peace in the world."

This kind of "literary talent" is quite attractive to Fang Ling, after all, she was once a woman who won the championship in one fell swoop by relying on the style of "blowing her nose" in full view.

However, she did not have a close relationship with these fellow disciples, and even the Xianzhang had only met each other a few times. At this time, she tried her best not to arouse the sadness in her heart.

It was so easy to think of a few words, but she sat down at the bottom again, and when it was her turn, the content that she thought of before had already been exhausted.

It's just that this person's glass of wine is not for nothing. Rao Fang Ling had practiced a certain amount of alcohol when he was young, so it is a bit high at this time.

I got up a little drunk, but I happened to catch a glimpse of someone above me pouring myself a drink calmly, which was very pleasant.

Recalling that at the beginning I was full of joy and thought that I had met an old friend, but I had to be ridiculed and humiliated by Changting in every possible way. I couldn't help feeling angry from my chest, and the evil grew in my gut, and I opened my mouth and said:

"In the past, I drank the wine with thousands of creams, and I also took the liver and gallbladder to shine on the universe. But if I don't see you for a few days, who doesn't recognize you as an old dog?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at each other. They didn't know where this sudden resentment came from, what kind of sand was it holding, and what kind of shadow was it shooting out?
Although Xianyue had noticed that Fang Ling's expression was not very good, he didn't expect her to start cursing directly during the dinner.Busily smoothing things over and saying:
"Junior sister thinks she is too drunk and drank a little too much..."

Who knew that Fang Ling was not the only one who drank too much?
Originally, Xianyou was not allowed to participate in the small gathering due to his status, but because he came late to send a message, he insisted on joining in the fun.

Unexpectedly, not only did he cause trouble by leaving his senior uncle out of the table before the banquet started, but he also drank countless glasses of wine to strengthen his courage, which made his face red, ears red, and tongue swollen.

At this time, listening to Fang Ling's sour poem, he laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, and he patted the table and said:
"Old dog? Hahaha... Which old dog with no eyes has offended you? You didn't knock out its teeth?"

"I can't beat it!" Fang Ling muttered.

"Then give it two meat buns, and I promise not to bite you next time."

“I tried so hard to make it taste delicious and delicious but it didn’t get cooked for more than a month.”

After hearing this, thinking about the fact that Fang Ling had been cooking in Wuchen Courtyard since Xianyao injured his leg in the past month, Xian Yue knew who this "old dog" was referring to.I'm afraid that he has been abused a bit too harshly by Mr. Changting recently, and this time he is trying to stir up trouble with the help of alcohol.

Xianyue was still thinking about how to smooth things over, but Mr. Chang Ting looked at Fang Ling with burning eyes, took over the conversation and said:

"People from other places by chance, go to different places. Why Liuguang Pond, using the topic to go crazy with wine?"

"Uncle Master, your rhyme is wrong."

Xianyou interrupted again inappropriately.

Everyone was really impressed by this brat with no eyes. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, and their eyes intertwined to suppress him.

"Xianyou, now that I think about it, I clearly said that I would come to your small banquet today. You didn't ask anyone to reserve a seat?"

Xian Youzheng laughed heartlessly to himself, without knowing it, but was suddenly beaten back to his original shape by Changting's words, and hurriedly defended:

"Uncle Master, you only said that you would leave a place, but you didn't say that you would come in person."

"said!"

"Not really..."

"It's your memory that's wrong."

Xianyou was stunned and said: Mr. Changting is really narrow-minded, and he will definitely retaliate.It was just that he was given a "seated seat", he was accompanied by courtesy, and he was apologized to, yet he was so unyielding.

Seeing that the people's resentful gazes were becoming more and more intense, Xianyou's wine finally woke up most of them, and he found an excuse to run away.

Everyone saw the gloomy look on Mr. Changting's face and thought about the day when Fang Ling became a disciple at Taixu Hall. Mr. Changting had poured tea on Fang Ling's face three times, and later even set up an extremely harsh examination in the Choming Pond. This shows that he really hates this person. A new female disciple.

But when this little junior sister arrived, she was indeed a little ignorant and didn't know how to restrain herself.

Xian Yue was afraid that Fang Ling would utter arrogance again and the situation would be difficult to deal with, so he hurriedly ended this game and brought Fang Ling to his side in the corner to keep an eye on him.

At this time, someone with a good eye had already brought up the game of witty words at the right time.Although it is equally boring to everyone, it is still better than taking a class exam on poetry.

(End of this chapter)