Yi Xiaonian caught a few small fish in the river, sat on the shore and put on the fire, grilling the fish to eat.

Singing while eating, I'm really glad that I haven't become like Jia Ding Mao, and I can still eat grilled fish and sing songs, and enjoy a happy life. If you really become a bloodthirsty addict one day, you might as well die. In addition to killing people every day, he is hiding in the house to roast the fire to keep out the cold, and going out to bask in the sun will be chased and killed by the gods.

When Jia Ding Mao ran back on time, Yi Xiaonian was also full, and left a fish for Jia Ding Mao, but Jia Ding Mao didn't eat it, saying that he caught an elk, and the elk's blood tasted right, and both people and elves were very full. also brought a bag back to Yi Xiaonian.

Yi Xiaonian didn't drink, and when he saw that the master didn't drink, Xiao Hei's eyes immediately lit up, and he sucked it up in one breath, he was really a foodie.

"Keep going!" Yi Xiaonian said and ate the fish left for Jia Ding Mao, don't you eat it yourself, doesn't it taste better than your deer blood?

The wind under the feet of the two of them, continue to rush forward, walking like flying, with the cultivation of the two, it is not troublesome to run at all, and they don't feel tired at all, so they should take a walk.

Yi Xiaonian found that this Jia Ding Mao had been running with him in the southwest direction, and he had run more than 600 miles since he set off. I didn't know how far it was, so I asked:

"How far is it?"

Jia Ding Mao replied:

"Eight thousand miles to go!"

"At Uncle Ben's speed, doesn't that have to run for a month?"

"Yes, today is March 28, and it will not be until the night of the full moon on the fifteenth day of the next month, when the space-time rift will open, and you will be able to enter the gate of the Demon Realm. So run slowly!"

"Nima!"

Yi Xiaonian wanted to scold and endured it, so he chatted with Jia Ding Mao.

Yi Xiaonian learned from Jia Ding Mao that if the Kunlun Mountain Range is divided by the power of the demon clan, it still belongs to the territory of the Chi family, and other demons can't go without being invited. So this guy is lurking near Jingshan, and when the head of Didi Cui comes back, he will go to Zhao'an. In the past two days, when I saw a three-story small western-style building in Jingshan, I knew that Yi Xiaonian had returned from Kunlun Mountain, so I came to visit.

Bing Huo gave a death order, and if he couldn't recruit An, he would bring people into the demon world, and Bing Huo would deal with it himself. If it doesn't work out, there is only one way to die.

After running for a while, Yi Xiaonian felt that he didn't want to run anymore, so he had to rest. He said,

"In half an hour, the demon clan will be located!"

"Where?"

"Five Killing Valleys!" Jia Ding Mao smiled mysteriously with his big white teeth.

Seems to be a good place.

Okay, Uncle Ben will run a little longer.

Then the two of them flew and ran to a plateau.

The plateau is relatively flat and sparsely wooded. From time to time there was the roar of a wild beast. In late March, the moon has not yet come out, so I can only run blindly in the dark.

Anyway, there is Jia Ding Mao leading the way in front, and Yi Xiaonian is not worried.

It didn't take long to come to the edge of a canyon, which was very narrow, long, and bottomless.

The left-hand side leads to the infinity. On the right-hand side, there is only half of it, as if it has suddenly been blocked by the mountains of the plateau.

Seeing that Jia Ding Mao rushed in front without hesitation, he jumped off the cliff directly, and Yi Xiaonian also jumped down.

It took more than ten minutes to reach the bottom of the valley, and the strange rocks at the bottom of the valley were craggy, towering and erect, like a stone forest formed by sewage.

There was a fire not far away, and there were several doormen standing at the door, around a large brazier. Behind the guards was a dark, pitch-black gate. And the gate was carved into the rock.

It was said to be a gate, but there was no door, and there was a cloud of red smoke shrouded in the door.

Jia Ding Mao stepped forward to reveal his identity, and said a few words of greeting, but the doorman didn't seem to be very enthusiastic, and went on to roast the fire. Looking at their level, the elves are at least full level, and they should all be masters.

Anyway, there was no one to stop them, so the two of them went straight in. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of rouge gouache perfume, and the lights were bright and green.

Yi Xiaonian's first feeling was that he was brought into the Qinglou. As a normal man, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Although I haven't been shopping properly, mainly because I don't have money, I am deaf and clear-sighted, and I must understand.

The women of the Qinglou are outstanding, with extraordinary temperament, some of them can sing and dance, and they are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. More talented and exported. Dress up in style and lead the trend. Of course, these are mainly to cater to the tastes of the guests.

Hearing the word "Qinglou" can trigger the infinite reverie of many men. Yi Xiaonian is no exception, his heart is ready to move, and he has long wanted to see the truth.

Qinglou, a little more elegant. Generally speaking, it is a brothel, a gathering place for literati and rioters.

There are singers and dancers, warblers and swallows, all kinds of styles, and they will be more empathetic. The high-end ones also get an oiran, and the customers will give a reward to please the beauty.

The consumption is high, and a cup of tea in it, the money from selling ginseng in a year goes in. Don't think about civilian players like Yi Xiaonian.

If you don't have money, you can be talented, if you don't have anything, then trouble you to be handsome, and the Qinglou woman has the strength to support you.

As the saying goes, literati and visit Qinglou, and dignitaries engage in support.

Our ancients were also very particular about the name and festival, and the chastity archway is everywhere. If a woman's reputation lies in chastity, then a man cares more about scandals. If an official prostitutes, he is likely to lose his black yarn hat, which is obviously not cost-effective. The dignitaries and nobles are in high power, rich and rich, and pay attention to pomp. As a winner in life, he definitely disdains to visit the green house.

Where there are people, there are desires, comparisons, and struggles. Of course, the practice of high-ranking officials and nobles is different, and it has become the norm to keep a second wife and a junior in captivity.

Therefore, most of the people who come to the Qinglou for recreation and entertainment are romantic talents, literary and artistic people, and local tyrants.

I heard that many famous poets and writers were born in the Qinglou.

often depict their life of spending time and being sentimental in their poems, after all, the poor have no time for sentimentality, let alone money to spend time and wine.

What is a spring and autumn dream in ten years, leaving the name of Qinglou Bo Xing.

New wine in the south, little prostitute song in Dongshan.

The yellow flowers meet the wind and rain, and the green building is orchestrated.

The little woman at the head of the building sat on the zither and saw the dust flying into the yellow sorghum from afar.

On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach to blow Xiao.

It's not about love, it seems to have been mistaken by the predecessor. Flowers fall and bloom from time to time, always the monarch of the East. If you go, you must go, and you must live as you live. If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave returns!

It's heart-warming to think about, and I can't wait. Now I am also fortunate to be a romantic genius. Although there is no money in his pocket, looking at the situation, it is obvious that Uncle Ben does not need to break the bank tonight.

Yi Xiaonian's eyes wandered, and he looked around.

The foothold is not too big, shaped like the palm of a human hand, with a domed hall in the middle, and five passages leading in different directions.

The lights are dim and swaying, the light is red, there is a bar, there are lounge seats, the decorations are opulent, and the drinks are buffet, but there is no one in sight.

There were a lot of braziers around the hall, and it was warm.

At this time, from the end of the middle passage, a beautiful woman suddenly approached, with a demon spirit floating on her shoulder, she stared at Yi Xiaonian and walked over.

I saw that this woman had green eyebrows like daisies, and her lips and teeth were bright. The complexion is as warm as jade, and the beauty is delicious. About twenty-seven or eighteen years old, convex and backward, full of charm.

Yi Xiaonian was salivating and had a nosebleed, mainly because the woman was wearing too little, and less than one-fifth of her body could be covered.

Yi Xiaonian only cared about appreciation, and didn't notice that she was far away and began to shout:

"I'm here to serve the two uncles tonight!"