My enemy's style is wrong

Chapter 99

When the head of the family travels, there is no need for others to fight.Although Lin Xiuran is usually frugal, when it comes to the face of the Lin family outside, Lin Xiuran does not want to be underestimated in this kind of matter. Not only are all the utensils carefully selected to be the best, but even the clothes he wears are They are also extraordinary.

Lin Xiuran has never been served by people close to him, but the patriarch's formal attire is really cumbersome, so he had to ask the maid for help.The Lin family likes bamboo to be still green, so the clothes worn by the head of the family are mainly bamboo green, with crocodile silk as the base and floating brocade on it, and talisman formations embroidered with silk silk on it, and bamboo leaves are faintly visible on the cloak covered The dark pattern looks like a gentleman, but it is majestic and dignified.

"The body chosen by the Patriarch is a bit plain, why not choose some brighter colors?" The maid asked respectfully.

Lin Xiuran was in a trance for a moment, these words... seemed to have been heard before.

"Young master's clothes are very plain and clean, but why don't you choose a brighter hair crown?"

That was when he had just established the foundation, and Lin Maozhi's guests hosted the foundation establishment banquet for him. Now, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

He still vaguely remembered that when the maid wanted to give him a hairpin, but was rejected, Lin Maozhi also teased him that he was too mature, as a father, he lost a lot of fun in teasing his son.As father and son, the time Lin Xiuran and Lin Maozhi spent together was only more than ten years.

Lin Xiuran felt that his eyes were a little sore, but when he spoke, he was still as calm and self-possessed as usual.

"No, that's it."

Seeing that he was dressed properly, Lin Xiuran no longer cared about these details, got up and went to the main hall.

The candidates for the symposium had already been decided a few months ago. Lin Xiuran wanted to bring more people to meet the world, so many of them were juniors in the Zhujin period, and Lin Feimo was also there. Among them, but because the travel time of Minghe Mountain was different from that of Lin's family, Lin Feimo set off with the team of Minghe Mountain, and reunited with Lin Xiuran after arriving.

This year's symposium was held in Yuyao, a city in the south of the Yangtze River, and it took more than half a month to walk on the road, so Lin Xiuran deliberately arrived at Yuyao three days before the symposium.It happened that it was Shuyu Palace's turn to organize the meeting. Lin Xiuran and Shuyu Palace had a little friendship, and the Lin family was a rich family, so Shuyu Palace reserved a good yard for the Lin family to rest early.

Before the talk meeting started, Lin Xiuran had a rare two days of free time. He originally planned to walk around Yuyao, but unexpectedly bumped into an old friend as soon as he went out.

"Friend Daoist Yun, long time no see."

The last meeting between him and Yun Lang was not very pleasant, but after all, a hundred years have passed, although the two rarely meet each other, but as the Patriarch of the Lin Family and the Young Master of the Qingjian Sect, correspondence and the movement of his disciples are indispensable. In addition, Lin Xiuran was very happy to meet each other in Yuyao this time.

"Friend Daoist Lin." Yun Lang smiled at him, then turned his head and said to the young disciple wearing the Taoist robe of the Green Sword Sect behind him, "This is Lord Xiuran of the Xihe Lin Sect."

The young disciple hurriedly saluted: "Yun Lin of Qingjianmen, I have met Mr. Xiuran."

After a hundred years of hard work, Lin Xiuran is still very able to hold the airs of the Patriarch in front of outsiders. Seeing Yunlin greet him, he nodded reservedly and smiled just right: "Is this fellow Taoist Yun? I have never seen it before." .”

"A Lin is not yet forty, and the personal disciple that Master only accepted a few years ago, this is the first time to go down the mountain to see the world."

"Senior Sister!" Yun Lin tugged at the corner of Yun Lang's clothes, as if she was dissatisfied with her calling her nickname in front of others, but she showed a bit of childishness.

But having said that, 40 years old is really not too old for a monk.

Since she is Yunlang's younger brother, Lin Xiuran inevitably took a few more glances. Yunlin was holding a sword in her hand, and her standing posture was exactly the same as Yunlang's, but her eyebrows looked much more lively than Yunlang's. , although he is not yet 40 years old, but he is already in the middle stage of Jindan, which is very rare among his peers.

"Let the younger brother be young and promising, with outstanding demeanor, this talk will surely be able to overwhelm the crowd like Fellow Daoist Yun."

These words are not entirely out of politeness. In the previous two clear talks, Yunlang won the first place with absolute advantages. Although in Lin Xiuran's mind, Yunlang might not be able to compare with Yin Chengyu, but Yunlang overwhelmed Yin Chengyu when he was slaying demons in Baoxi. On the one hand, before the two of them really met each other, no one could tell.

This is the first time for Yunlang to lead his juniors and sisters to participate in the trial as a Nascent Soul Daoist. Being able to be taken by her side to take care of the personal juniors who walk around in person, it is definitely not an idler.

Lin Xiuran made a rough calculation in his mind, and after the symposium started, Yun Lin might face Lin Feimo. Although Yun Lin couldn't take advantage of her cultivation and age, after all, Lin Xiuran's fighting power in the Green Sword Sect was higher than that of his senior sister Yun Lang. I have already learned the lesson from myself, it seems that I still have to tell Lin Feimo not to take it lightly.

Yun Lin was very happy when she heard Lin Xiuran praised him, and thanked him generously: "Cheng Xiuran's auspicious words."

"Just try your best, don't be impulsive." Yun Lang shook his head helplessly, "This junior is a little out of character, if he really meets a strong enemy, I'm afraid his blood will surge again."

Yun Lang was able to reprimand her junior brother a few words, but Lin Xiuran couldn't follow the words, so he smiled and said some polite words.It's rare for the two of them to meet each other, and they must find a place to talk. The people from Qingjianmen came a few days earlier, and Yunlin recommended a few good restaurants in the city, and they also wanted to go to the city. Turning, Lin Xiuran readily agreed, and after a few days of instructions with his entourage, he called Lin Feimo again, and the four of them went to the city to find a restaurant together.

Although it was a restaurant, Yunlang and Yunlin didn't like to drink after all, so they only served some tea and some snacks.Lin Xiuran purposely called Lin Feimo over, of course, with the idea of ​​making Lin Feimo familiar with the leaders of Qingjianmen first.

As for the relationship between him and Yun Lang, there are really many things that he wants to exchange information on.The matter of Lin Xiu'an was passed through Yun Lang's hands at the beginning. Although Lin Xiu'an was later abandoned by the precarious Lin family, Lin Xiuran has been paying attention to the movements of the Demon Realm, and Yun Lang has already begun to put people in the Demon Realm. I won't tell Lin Xiuran, but it's okay for the two of us to sit together, drink tea, chat and gossip.

"It is said that a rare talent has appeared in the Demon Realm recently." Yun Lang smiled, "He is meticulous in his actions and is very different from ordinary demons. Lord Chisong of the Demon Realm was originally the weakest, but since he got him, he has become stronger and stronger. gone."

"Oh?" Lin Xiuran was a little curious, "Could it be that the magic cultivator used to be in the realm of comprehension?"

Yun Lang poured himself a cup of tea, shook his head and said, "I don't know, that person lives in a simple place, and he only knows it's called Mirage Pavilion, but he hasn't even made a portrait of him. There are quite a few rumors, most of which are about His face is like a yaksha, which is vicious and terrifying, but since it is a rumor, it cannot be taken for granted."

Lin Xiuran nodded. He had heard the name of Mirage Pavilion before, but after all, that person was only a subordinate of Lord Chisong and had never set up his own family. Lin Xiuran was short of manpower, so he had no way of knowing more detailed information.

Although Yun Lang is the young master of the Qingjian Sect, since she gave birth to a baby, almost all the affairs of the sect have been handed over to her. Since Yun Lang is not clear, I am afraid that the information held by the Qingjian Sect is not as good as that of Lin Xiuran. Not much more.

"However—" Yun Lang prolonged his tone, with a meaningful expression, "If this person really has such a great talent, how can he be willing to stay under others for a long time?"

This reasoning is naturally correct, but Lin Xiuran heard that Yun Lang had the intention of probing, but he didn't show it at all on his face, and asked with great interest: "What do you think, Fellow Daoist Yun?"

Yun Lang got up to pour tea for Lin Xiuran, and then raised his glass to respect each other with a smile on his face: "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind, and the three families of the Demon Realm are fighting. In the end, I am afraid that all three will suffer. -"

"Hiding behind the red pine, he has deep thoughts. This person should not be underestimated." Lin Xiuran raised his glass and answered each other. The two looked at each other and smiled, and drank tea instead of wine.

The two people here are talking happily, but Lin Feimo and Yun Lin didn't know what they were talking about. Stance.

Lin Xiuran had just chatted with Yun Lang, so he also ignored Lin Feimo's side. He thought that Lin Feimo had always been sensible all these years, but he didn't expect him to poke the basket in just a cup of tea.

In terms of cultivation, Lin Feimo is naturally a bit higher than Yun Lin, but as a sword repairer, Yun Lin's sword intent is full of murderous intent, and in terms of momentum, Lin Feimo is overwhelmed.

"Fei Mo!" Lin Xiuran hurriedly stopped, "Don't mess around!"

Unexpectedly, Yun Lang sat on the sidelines with a smile on his face, and persuaded Lin Xiuran: "You are young and energetic, it is normal to have occasional fights, but don't make trouble in other people's stores, and hinder their business."

She turned her head to look at Yunlin: "A Lin, go find the place by yourself, click as far as you want, don't lose your sense of proportion."

Hearing her senior sister's words, Yunlin immediately pulled out her sword happily, slapped the scabbard on the table with great momentum, and said proudly: "Yunlin of the Qingjianmen, I would like to invite you to fight!"

Lin Feimo subconsciously glanced at Lin Xiuran. Lin Xiuran originally didn't want them to cause trouble in the city, but since Yunlang had already opened his mouth and said so much, he nodded too. After all, he and Yunlang were watching Come on, nothing will go wrong.

Seeing that the two brothers and sisters had no intention of objecting, Lin Feimo and Yun Lin looked at each other, tapped their feet and jumped out of the window at the same time, apparently planning to find a place to compete, the waiter in the shop saw them leave, Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, but many disciples from other sects who had been quietly watching felt regretful.

Minghe Mountain and Qingjianmen are superior and inferior. This is a debate that has been going on for many years in the cultivation world. In previous years, each had their own winners and losers. Although they are only two young disciples this time, one is led by Lin Xiuran, a direct disciple of the head of Minghe Mountain. The other one is the junior brother of Yun Lang, the young master of Qingjianmen...

If it weren't for the fact that they still have to worry about their image, I'm afraid they would even open the handicap.