In the box where Zhao Hao was, the old bustard was eagerly entertaining him, for fear of neglecting a little, he spoke carefully, and his hand movements were even more gentle, pinching his waist and beating his back, and he was serving him well.

Uncle Liu stood behind Zhao Hao like a loyal old servant, just now Zhao Hao shocked everyone, letting him know that this was by no means an ordinary teenager, and he was generous and made a good stutter, and the benefits were indispensable.

"Son, it's the first time you've come to our Yanyu Building, I don't know which family you are from?"

Zhao Hao hated others asking questions the most, and was a little impatient, and said: "This lady, can you stop talking nonsense, hurry up and invite your top card out, I can't afford to pay the silver or what?"

He has carried out a lot of tasks over the years, and has copied many robbers' nests with his brothers, and there is really no shortage of silver, and he doesn't care about such worldly things at all.

was called the eldest mother by Zhao Hao, and the old bustard was not angry, and said with some trepidation: "Son, I know that you are not short of silver, but our Yanyulou's 'Oiran' has a very strange temper, and she doesn't like gold and silver ......."

"Oh, what does she like?" Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows and interrupted her words, with some displeasure on his face.

"Xiqinse, songs, poems......" old bustards are like a few treasures.

"Then you call her to come and talk to me about a few lines of poetry, and I have studied poetry quite a bit. Zhao Hao thought to himself, Lao Tzu is familiar with 300 Tang poems, and he is afraid that he will not be able to fool you little Oiran.

The old bustard seemed to have something unspeakable, and said with a smile: "Son, in fact, we have a lot of girls here, all of them are as beautiful as fairies, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything is fine, or change another girl to accompany you." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhao Hao's eyes widened, and he said: "I came to your Yanyu Building to see the 'Oiran', and vulgar fans can't look down on it." ”

The old bustard saw that this young man was very stubborn, and he couldn't see it, so he had to say with a bitter face: "Don't hide it from the son, Miss Sisi was invited away first, and there have been many 'immortal masters' in the town recently......"

"Invited away by the 'Immortal Master'?" Zhao Hao cursed twice in his heart, still a little unwilling, and asked, "Where did they go?"

"The 'Qingyin Xiaozhu' in Yulian Lake, I heard that many immortal masters have gathered there recently, as if they were discussing something important, and Miss Sisi was invited there to sing and dance live to cheer them up. ”

"This group of immortals is having a good time, I don't know if I can get into that bullshit party. "Zhao Hao's mind was full of thoughts, and he really wanted to join in the fun, and his intuition told him that it might be related to the 'Flower Tomb on the Other Side'.

"Gongzi, you are also a cultivator, their party is not for all cultivators to attend, they need the kind of currency that circulates among immortal masters, and a piece of low-grade blood jade is the threshold. "The bustard knows a lot.

"Blood jade?" Zhao Hao was stunned, he had naturally heard of blood jade, this is the common currency of the cultivators of the Illusory Ruins Continent, it is like a precious jade, and it contains an aura that flows like blood, and the monks above the blood realm can absorb the aura in it to enhance their cultivation and replenish their Yuan power.

"Forget it, I'm not going to that kind of bullshit party, it's not interesting. Zhao Hao said this, but he was a little depressed in his heart, if he had known, he would have knocked Wu Jingqiong a little blood jade to spend.

"Then the boy doesn't want other girls. "The old bustard is really afraid that this gold lord will leave because he can't see the Oiran and will be angry.

"Of course, just ten or eight, the most beautiful. Zhao Hao is not very obsessed with Oiran, and he originally wanted to see the most beautiful woman here, but now he had to retreat to the second.

"The women in our Yanyu Building are the most beautiful, you see. The old bustard smiled happily and twisted his ass and left.

After a while, ten Jiangnan girls dressed up in fancy clothes walked in with elegant steps, green silk flying, white clothes fluttering, light makeup wrapping, all bright and dusty, smart and beautiful.

Zhao Hao was very surprised, he thought that the so-called women in the Qinglou were all wearing heavy makeup and heavy dust, but he didn't expect that the women here had a better temperament than the other, and they were dusty.

The women in Yanyulou are all accidentally wandering into the dust, and the ones selected are all women with good temperament and appearance, Zhao Hao said that this trip is really worth the trip.

He was very happy, sighed that being rich is comfortable, and then let go of his temperament and interacted with ten Jiangnan women, chatting with the world, talking about wine, chanting poems, and being elegant, so happy.

Speaking of which, Zhao Hao is proficient in the level of primary school students in the 'Three Hundred Tang Poems', and he is so mixed in this women's pile, the women are about to become her fan sisters, and he praises him for his brilliant writing, wonderful writing, Lingyun Jian pen, and romantic style.

Zhao Hao naturally accepted all the praises, and laughed three times: "Hahaha, the sword of the river comes from the sky, and I am the 'poet immortal' Zhao Taibai." ”

In the next few days, the 'poet immortal' Zhao Taibai completely sank, and he wandered in the smoke and rain building every day, in addition to flirting with Jiangnan women and poems, he always paid attention to the topics of discussion among the monks.

According to them, ten days later, a large number of monks were ready to visit the 'Flower Tomb on the Other Side' again, and they conspired to create it, and he had the idea to watch it, and wanted to know what had happened to the Flower Tomb on the other side, and it was difficult to save even the big people from entering it.

Of course, if he could, he still wanted to take advantage of those monks' unpreparedness and go in to get some benefits, he was now a little short of cultivation resources, and he had to think of some ways to get 'money' quickly.

On this day, Zhao Hao had just returned from Yanyulou's 'happy', walking alone on the dim street, when two slender figures stopped him.

"You two are finally going to make a move, and you've been following me to Yanyulou every day for the past few days, I'm afraid it's not a little wrong with your brain. Zhao Hao looked at the two of them with big heads, it was too strange, he followed him to Yanyu Building every day, and every time he opened the box, it was next to him, making him think that he had met two voyeurs.

"Death No. 1, you linger in the Qinglou every day, are you already happy and forget your mission?" Butterfly No. 1's cold voice came, already a little angry.

In the past two days, she and Die Eleven have been squatting in the Yanyu Building to guard Zhao Hao every day, knowing that he has an unusual relationship with Die Er, and may secretly pass on information, thinking that she can catch some of his tricks.

I didn't expect this kid to be good, he was addicted to going to the kiln, he went to report on time every day, and he didn't eat so diligently. Butterfly No. 1 was about to be blown up, and I didn't catch any tricks, and I delayed the mission for several days.

"You know what, I call it training in the red dust. Zhao Hao had already guessed the identities of the two, so he would not be surprised.

"You're a killer, is the experience just going to the Qinglou to practice?" Butterfly One sneered disdainfully.

Zhao Hao said: "The killer is also a person, not a ruthless immortal, a person has seven emotions and six desires, and I am honing my heart in lust." ”

"As the killers of the funeral organization, we have to be ruthless, what do the seven emotions and six desires have to do with you, have you forgotten your identity?" Butterfly No. 1 reprimanded coldly with cold eyes.

Zhao Hao looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "Ruthless and ruthless, unrestrained penance, that is your way." The way of cultivation is that there are thousands of laws, and my way is to cross myself in this red dust. ”