Hubu Shangshu Mansion.

Hu Bufan has never practiced martial arts, he is a human being, and he once looked down on martial artists, just like the ancient tradition, the martial arts eye is a poor scholar who stumbles endlessly, and the human eye of the martial artist is a vulgar and unbearable reckless man.

Wu has despised each other since ancient times, and Hu Bufan naturally disdains martial artists in his bones.

If it weren't for the severe decline in some of his body's functions as he grew older, he might never have been able to pick up a sword.

He didn't hold a sword for self-defense.

People are romantic, this is not an unsightly thing, and even people mixed in the Fengyue place, are considered to be romantic and elegant, and when Hu Bufan was young, he was intoxicated with the willow lane of the flower street, boasting of his love, he has never treated himself badly in terms of beauty, and now in addition to the wife of the main room, there are five concubines, and the fifth concubine has been included in the door for more than a year, and the house maids are like clouds, all of them are water and spirit, let him play with it.

Maybe it's because he has been overindulged since he was young, Hu Bufan's health is very bad now, especially in the intercourse, he is very struggling, staring at those beautiful concubines and beautiful concubines, but he has a weak heart, which is naturally a great sadness, and he can't help it, so he uses aphrodisiacs to forcibly urge the body's ability, in order to be quick for a while, but no matter how good the aphrodisiac is, it will bring side effects afterwards, which is also something that once made Hu Bufan distressed.

He also understands that if he blindly uses drugs to support, he is likely to die on this, he is only in his early fifties now, and he consciously still has a lot of time to live, and he has to inquire about some ways to enjoy beauty and take care of his body in private.

Si Tiantai's Taoist priest will often go to the household to urge the various cultivation silver, Hu Bufan is familiar with a few Taoist priests, naturally have to ask for advice in private, there is a Taoist priest who has an idea, I don't know if it's true or not, let Hu Bufan spend half an hour every day to breathe in the cultivation of qi, if you can, if there is moonlight, then in the dead of night ten still, dance the sword under the moon, one can strengthen the body, and the other is in the middle of the night, the aura of the moonlight is the most sufficient, and the sword dance under the moon is of great benefit to the cultivation of the human body.

Hu Bufan will be suspicious, and now he has insisted on it for nearly a year, but it really has some effect, at least now every three or five times, there is no need for medicine, and he can also swing on the woman's snow-white body.

With this effect, Hu Bufan has always persevered, as long as there is a moon, he will be able to dance the sword.

Not many people know about this, but Lang Wuxu has always been his cronies, but he is very clear about Hu Bufan's habit.

There is a moon tonight.

In the night sky, a crescent moon is like a hook, Hu Bufan is holding a sword, wearing a light white suit, dancing a sword in the moonlight, the movement is gentle, but it is also a matter of trouble.

A servant in Tsing Yi hurriedly came to the courtyard, saw Hu Bufan dancing the sword from a distance, did not dare to approach, just stood far away, Hu Bufan after a few styles, slowly put away the sword, a waiting maid next to him hurriedly sent a hot towel, Hu Bufan reached out to take it, wiped his forehead, put down the long sword, took the tea handed over, coughed, the Tsing Yi servant approached and bowed.

"What's wrong?" Hu Bufan handed over the teacup, this Tsing Yi servant is his cronies, when practicing, ordinary people naturally can't come to disturb, but if there is any special situation, this person can come over to communicate.

The servant in Tsing Yi took two steps forward and said respectfully: "Master, there is a letter!" ”

"Oh?" Hu Bufan was calm and relaxed, he would receive many letters every day, mostly letters from local officials from all over Daqin, and in the position of the head of the household, he would always be entangled in everything, so he leisurely walked to a stone bench next to him and sat down, and asked, "Where did the letter come from?" ”

The servant said: "Just now someone sent this letter to the front of the house, only saying that this letter is urgent, and it must be sent to the master immediately, otherwise something will happen!" ”

"Big deal?" Hu Bufan frowned, took the letter, and asked, "What does that person look like?" Who sent it? ”

"It's an ordinary person." The servant said: "He sent a letter, and he didn't say what the origin was, he was going to leave, but the little one had a heart, but he was afraid that the person's origin was unknown, so he was asked to stabilize him first and didn't let him go." ”

Hu Bufan nodded and said, "That's very good." I looked at the envelope, on which were written the five words "Hu Bufan personally opened", these five characters are very square, such handwriting, the people who sell words on the street can write it, it is unremarkable, and it is impossible to tell who wrote it from the handwriting.

Hu Bufan frowned slightly, took out the letter, swept his eyes, his expression changed greatly, Huo Ran got up, like a rabbit bitten by a snake, his eyes showed horror in an instant.

Seeing this, the servant only felt something wrong, and asked cautiously, "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Not good!" Hu Bufan's face was pale, and he said in horror: "Catch the messenger and don't let him escape." Without saying a word, he grasped the letter tightly, and walked away in a hurry.

The servant listened to Hu Bufan's instructions, knew that the matter was serious, and hurriedly ran to the door of the house, Hu Bufan was frightened, through the courtyard and through the courtyard, anxious to shuttle in the house, his Shangshu Mansion is very large, full of greenery, the courtyard is deep, the winding bridge corridor, the flowing water rockery, the carved beams and paintings, all of which are exquisite and gorgeous, the eaves and corners, and the white walls of Daiwa.

Hu Bufan's steps were very fast, his expression was panicked, sweat was already on his forehead, and he even shook a little when he walked, but he didn't dare to stop, the letter had been nested by him, pinched in the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand was already soaked with sweat, soaking the letter, where he passed, the maids and servants who were still on duty at night were a little surprised, and the old man was calm in the house on weekdays, and it was rare to see him so lost and depressed.

Along the way, several servants were obviously worried that something was going on, and they all followed behind, Hu Bufan didn't care who was following behind him, he traveled all the way, turning east and west, but fortunately he was the owner of this mansion, very familiar, replaced by a living person, he must have been dizzy when he turned around, and he didn't know how many corridors he turned, passed through several courtyards, walked across a small white marble bridge, and arrived at a quiet courtyard, on the edge of this courtyard is a small pond, the green willows on the edge of the pond are still around, the yard is not big, surrounded by red walls, Living alone in a corner of the huge Shangshu Mansion is very quiet.

Hu Bufan walked to the front of the courtyard gate, the courtyard door was actually on the big copper lock, the lock was tight, then he remembered that he didn't have a key on his body, and patted his head, maybe he was really too eager, and kicked on the gate, but unfortunately the gate was thick and tight, and he kicked on it, and the courtyard door was not moving.

"Come, open the door!" Hu Bufan shouted.

Behind him were seven or eight domestic servants, all in green clothes and green hats, under the moonlight, the figures were shining, and two people had already rushed forward and kicked towards the gate together, although these two people had some strength, but they only kicked the thick gate and couldn't kick it open.

Hu Bufan stomped his feet in a hurry, and at this time, he saw a servant in Tsing Yi running to the wall, squatting down, Hu Bufan also understood the meaning, at this time the door was locked by a copper lock, and he couldn't open the door for a while. The wall entered.

He was really anxious at this time, fortunately, the red wall was really not high, a few steps over, stepped on the back of the person and climbed the wall, the man sent Hu Bufan to the wall, and then he climbed the wall quickly, jumped off the wall first, and took Hu Bufan carefully in the inner wall, after Hu Bufan landed, he immediately went to the main hall of the courtyard, thought of something, and turned around and said: "You are waiting here, you don't have to follow!" ”

The servant bowed his head and agreed.

Hu Bufan walked quickly to the main house in the courtyard, fortunately it was not locked, pushed the door open, and entered the door, it was dim inside, Hu Bufan was obviously very familiar with this place, and soon lit the sesame oil lamp, and the inside suddenly lit up.

There are a lot of tablets in the center of this house, but it turned out to be a small ancestral hall where Hu Bufan enshrined the ancestral tablets.

There are three rows of spiritual seats from top to bottom, there are more than a dozen tablets, it seems that Hu Bufan has enshrined the tablets of his known ancestors, and enshrined them here, in such a place, naturally no one will dare to come easily, let alone be willing to come.

The small ancestral hall is full of gloom, Hu Bufan looked around, his expression was a little nervous, he slowly walked to the spirit card, held one of his spirit cards with one hand, and then rotated to the left, and then went to the side of another spirit card, stretched out his hand to the right and rotated a circle, just rotated to the head, then heard a "click" sound, and a piece of the spirit bit suddenly sank down, as if it had fallen in.

Hu Bufan's expression was solemn, his feet were like lead, he walked over nervously, only to see that where the spirit card fell, there was a black hole, the size of a fist, Hu Bufan turned his head, there was silence outside, only then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put his hand into the hole extremely nervously, and probed in, and soon, the nervous expression on his face slowly eased down, and he pulled his hand violently, and took out a book of accounts that was not thick but not thin from it.

Hu Bufan's book came to the side of the sesame oil lamp, flipped through a few pages, the last trace of nervousness and horror on his face disappeared, sneered, put the account book on the table, unfolded the paper ball that had been soaked in sweat in his palm, and read softly: "Wen Jun has a copy of the red and silver book, borrow it, and return it in five days!" Sneered: "It's really bullshit, the red and silver books are collected here, they are extremely secret, no one knows about them at all, Lao Tzu will see who can steal them." Borrow a look...... Borrowing a look is a matter of Lao Tzu's life, if you want to borrow it, you can't borrow it, is it possible that Lao Tzu will lend you his life? At this time, I was relieved that everything I said in the letter was nonsense, and that the red and silver books had not disappeared here.

Suddenly, Hu Bufan suddenly felt that something was wrong, he was a little confused for a while, and frowned, but he soon remembered that this red and silver book was an extremely secret thing, how could anyone write such a letter? Who knew about the existence of the Red and Silver Book, making such a big joke?

"Not good!" Hu Bufan's brain hadn't gotten home stupidly, and he suddenly realized something, and his expression changed again.