No wonder the background of Fengqi Tower can't be handled, it involves the grandson of the elder of the Meteorite Gate, how to deal with it, so he went back to the Meteorite Gate to deal with it himself, and then this problem came to his hands.

"Do you know what happened?" Shi Yan frowned, there was such a coincidence? He took over Hongfang Street today, and there were so many troublemakers today?

A lot of coincidences is often a manifestation of conspiracy.

"I don't know, I just know that a lot of things have been smashed, and Fengqilou has been urging us to deal with it as soon as possible. Songyuan's palms rubbed nervously.

"Two things, speed to do. Shi Yan pondered for a while, and quickly ordered:

"First, a letter, I will write down the truth about Han Feiran's trouble in Fengqi Tower, without adding oil or vinegar, and then fly the pigeon in my name to the maid of the hall master, Xue Nu, when she sees my name, she will definitely accept it, let her do me a small favor, and transfer this letter to the elder Han Jincheng intact. ”

"Second, bring some money to Sifang Tower, I want all of Han Feiran's trips today, especially to determine whether he has seen Zhen Yan or anyone related to Zhen Yan. ”

"Just these two things, speed to do it. Shi Yan was calm.

"Yes. Songyuan turned around and went to do it.

"Xuan'er go out, the dungeon is cold, let's go to the courtyard and wait. Shi Yan stepped forward, Xuan'er followed with her sword, and pouted, very dissatisfied with Songyuan's sudden appearance and interruption of her Yuexin Festival's proposal.

......

Bang!

In the courtyard, Shi Yan stood firmly in the center, Xuan'er kept in front of her, and there were various rushing attacks on her side, and the two of them did not use any spiritual power or qi.

No matter how Xuan'er rushed, any movement, Shi Yan pointed out, and every time he stopped at Xuan'er's throat bone or half an inch in front of her heart, the strength distance was extremely accurate.

The two separated, and Xuan'er gasped slightly.

"As a spiritual cultivator, you must learn the art of close self-defense, and you can't rely on all spiritual power, otherwise you will suffer a big loss one day. Shi Yan taught seriously: "The last finger, do you understand?"

Xuan'er understood. Xuan'er nodded seriously, carefully recalling and remembering all of Shi Yan's professors, whether it was rushing forward or self-defense, they had learned it.

One teaches fast, the other learns fast.

"Understand, hell. Song Yuan, who had stood for a while, muttered to himself, he looked at it for a while, he didn't learn anything, he was also a martial cultivator at the peak of the Blood Realm, and he couldn't compare to a spiritual cultivator's comprehension of hand-to-hand combat.

"My lord, this is done. Catching the gap, Songyuan hurriedly stepped forward.

"How?"

The next person took a towel, Xuan'er cut off her beard halfway, helped Shi Yan wipe her sweat, and wiped it herself after wiping it, speaking of which Shi Yan is a martial arts cultivator, this little professor didn't use any strength, and she didn't sweat, only she was weak and sweated a lot.

"Lord Snow Girl really helped, and not long after that, I received news that Han Feiran, who was making a fuss in Fengqi Tower, left a compensation spirit coin and was called back and locked up. Songyuan was very excited, and admired in his heart, Shi Yan's trick is called drawing salary from the bottom of the kettle, and it is not easy to mess with the old, so he simply finds the old one to deal with it.

Only Shi Yan can go straight to the sky, the Snow Girl is willing to help with face, change the person, it's not bad to let the Snow Girl be killed with one palm, and you still want to help?

"What about the news that let you check?" Han Jincheng's choice of Shi Yan was not unexpected, Han Jincheng was neutral in the Meteorite Gate, he was a disciple of Ran Haichao, and the other party naturally did not want to offend Ran Haichao because of the trivial matter of the Qinglou, and it was unreasonable to make trouble anywhere.

Hongfang Street is in his hands, how to clean up Han Feiran is not too much, as long as there are no dead people or broken arms and legs, there is Ran Haichao, the trouble will not be too big.

But there is no need, cleaning up Han Feiran will only be hated by Han Jincheng, no longer neutral, and thrown to Ran Haichao's opponent.

"Sifanglou just found out, and the subordinates rushed back when they got the news, and they didn't have time to see it. Songyuan presented a few pages of paper.

Shi Yan took a glance and read ten lines quickly.

After reading it, Shi Yan frowned in confusion, he actually didn't have any contact with Zhen Yan, whether it was direct contact or indirect contact through the people around him, strange, strange, who else would create a conflict besides Zhen Yan and hit his attention?

"Childe, why are you going......" Xuan'er grabbed the placket of Shi Yan's clothes, and her little face was full of anticipation.

"Okay. Shi Yan replied to his senses, and the Moon Heart Festival ...... He had heard about it a few days ago.

......

Hongfang Street is the most prosperous street in the southwest city, and it is also the most special street, next to the grass bank of the Huai River, the willow embankment, and there are countless green buildings and Chu Pavilions inside.

It can be said that Hongfang Street brings together the famous prostitutes of the entire Mingliangfu City, and the most famous is the Hongfang Eight Uniques, which cannot be said to be the most luxurious Qinglou, but it can be called the most elegant.

Just because there is a top geisha in it, the town is gorgeous, and the famous prostitutes in the other Qinglou Chu Pavilion on Hongfang Street are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The Eight Uniques of the Red Square are only selling their art and not selling their bodies, not to mention the top level of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and each of them is a body of cultivation, which can be described as a great hidden in the world, attracting wealthy family owners, and there are countless door valves.

Every year in the Moon Heart Festival, the Red Square Eight Uniques is the organizer.

The sky is not dark yet, and the streets of Hongfang are already overcrowded, crowded, and there are a large number of people in Wuyang and Wuyang, and there is no end in sight.

Huai River, and Hongfang Street side by side, meandering, wide and narrow, finally end is a small mountain stream, the mountain stream in the city, the Huai River passes through the middle of the hill, the beautiful forest is full of bamboo.

There are many boats on the river, on which there are geisha light gauze to cover their faces, dancing and dancing, and there is a poem cardboard at the stern of the boat, only the last sentence has no next sentence, and the poem can be taken away to spend a good night together.

Not only poems, there are countless boats, this is still the preparatory stage, not to the evening, otherwise the entire bank of the Huai River will be occupied by the boats, which can be connected to Hongfang Street by wooden planks.

The boat moved forward quietly, the old man rowed leisurely at the tail of the boat, and Shi Yan and Xuan'er sat at the head of the boat.

Xuan'er sat barefoot on the head of the boat, the red skirt was pulled up to her knees under her legs, and a pair of small feet slid in the blue sky, playing happily, rippling constantly, and the water was clear and the fish were seeing.

Shi Yan reclined down, resting his head on the boat, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the water and sky, and was in a very good mood.

No wonder Zhen Yan is reluctant to give up this red fang, and he is reluctant to change it, the entire Mingliang Mansion City is the only one, and the wealth, scenery, and color are all collected.

Chirp!

When Shi Yan was comfortable, a bird cried, and the pigeon swept to the edge of the boat at high speed, just in front of Shi Yan's face.

"This is?" Shi Yan recognized that this was the speed pigeon of the Meteor Gate, and immediately straightened up and took off the note on the speed pigeon's claws.

"Ji Jiechao, the youngest son of Elder Ji Yang of the Bitao Society, is making trouble in Fengqi Tower, and I hope that the adults will make a decision as soon as possible - Songyuan. ”

Seeing the words, Shi Yan's eyes were cold, endless?

First Han Feiran, this Han Feiran was taken away by him without seeing a knife or blood, and then there was a Ji Jiechao from the Bitao Society?

Anyway, he must go to Fengqi Tower here.

"Boatman, please stop at Fengqi Tower!" 8)