Duan Cheng was obviously frightened by their strange demeanor, but he reached out and touched his cheek and forehead, but he felt very normal and unusual: "What's wrong?" Tan Zhutou, what's going on? Is there something wrong? ”

Before he heard the reply, he saw a messenger next to him pointing at another entourage beside Duan Cheng with a frightened face, who was also the big man who accompanied him to find trouble with Zhang Yi today: "Mom, that one too!" ”

"And him!"

"Oh my God! Why are all four of them like this? ”

As an exclamation sounded, several errand servants took a few steps back at the same time, avoiding Duan Cheng and the others from a distance.

And Duan Cheng and several people also looked at each other in panic.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you see it.

Several people let out a deafening scream at the same time as they saw each other: "Oh my God, you actually have a word on your forehead? Still in the light! ”

Compared to the 21st century, there were no street lights in the evening lanes of the Song Dynasty. Except for some people who can still emit a little light when they light oil lamps at home, they can almost only rely on the stars and moons to illuminate.

However, the lighting energy of starlight and moonlight is limited, and it is best to carry a lantern to illuminate it when you go out, otherwise it will be basically discredited. Of course, in the lively night market street, it is still brightly lit.

Even if it is not as bright as the 21st century, it is already a rare light in the agricultural era.

However, where Tan Zhutou lived, there was no additional light illumination. At present, a few people barely rely on the lanterns they are carrying to illuminate them, but this kind of papier-mâché lantern is just like that, and it is impossible to see it at a slight distance.

At this moment, the group of errands retreated a few steps one after another, and immediately left Duan Cheng and a few people in the night.

On their foreheads, each of them had a word written on it, and it was radiating a cold and white light in the darkness. Even Tan Zhutou, who usually prides himself on being bold, can't help but feel the biting cold when he sees it.

Especially although Tan Zhutou is from a small official family, he really knows a few words, and he can clearly see the handwriting on it at a glance - the charm of the ghost!

Four words, just one on everyone's head.

A cool breath suddenly rushed straight from under the soles of his feet, and instantly rushed to his head.

Just now, Duan Cheng said that all kinds of mysterious methods about the "Seven Star Dao Chief" came to his mind, and the heroic words he had spoken before were still in his ears, and now he thought about it as a joke!

Distraction? Alas...... If this is a trick, then it is time to pick up your own pair of eyes!

Didn't you see that Duan Cheng was still carrying a woman's menstrual cloth in his hand?

That's a big murderous thing, and you can't even avoid that demon method with this thing in your hand, so what kind of trick do you say?

Although the officers next to him don't know how to read, it doesn't matter whether they know how to read or not at the moment. Everyone felt that their feet were a little weak, their legs were shaking, and they couldn't lift up half of their strength.

Duan Cheng and the others didn't know what was going on, but when they glanced at each other, they were instantly terrified. Don't talk about opening your mouth again, you can't even seem to lift your fingers.

After a while, I heard the sound of "poof" sound again and again, and several people fell to the ground one after another, paralyzed into a few lumps of mud: "Help!" Tan catches the head, save the villain! You can't ignore the villain! ”

In fact, Tan Zhutou had already wanted to leave, but he was still a little reluctant to spend the 2oo money, so he hesitated slightly: "Save you?" Tell me, how did a certain family save you? You have that woman's thing in your hand, and it doesn't even work, what can I do? ”

Duan Cheng, who said it immediately, was 9 percent cold in his heart.

By the way, he didn't have any effect on the menstrual cloth he held with a woman, so what else could he rely on?

"No, no, Tan Zhutou, don't forget jì, didn't we still bring black dog blood? Aren't they all saying that the black dog's blood is very effective in destroying demons? ”

After thinking about it, he was still reluctant to send the 2oo money back, Tan Zhutou gritted his teeth and ordered the messenger to pour the half-crockpot black dog blood in his hand on Duan Cheng and the others.

"Look, doesn't it work?"

Duan Cheng and the others were hit by the smell of black dog blood, and they were almost so excited that they almost vomited out the overnight meal, but they didn't dare to wipe it with the slightest dodge, waiting for the result.

As a result, before the words fell, everyone shouted in unison: "It's not good, the demon law is very tight!" Run! ”

Tan Zhutou took the lead and turned around and ran, and the rest of the errand soldiers were not far behind. There are even suspicions that the lantern in his hand is in the way, and he throws it away with his backhand, preferring to smear and flee rather than delay a little.

Just kidding, you've got into such a bad spirit, but don't even think about pulling us to the funeral!

Although this 2oo yuan is eye-catching, it is too hot!

Tan Zhutou has secretly sworn that he will return the money first regardless of 3721. As for Zhang Yi's side, he also has to find a way to make friends, there is such a powerful person standing behind him, where can a small role like him provoke?

Tomorrow, I have to apologize and apologize, and push all the responsibility out first.

This seven-star Dao master, who is known as a Taoist from Kunlun Mountain, what else does he have to think of to please others?

Alas, it's really worrying!

In the darkness, Duan Cheng and the others lying on the ground were covered with the incomparably smelly black dog blood, but they couldn't hide the shining handwriting on each of them on their foreheads that emitted a miserable white light-魑, charm, 魍, 魉.........

……

Ding Yang didn't know at the moment that the yin trick he specially concocted would have such a great effect, so he was only entangled in the problem in front of him.

The grateful Liu insisted on bathing and changing clothes for him, and even tried his best to recommend his exquisite massage techniques to get rid of fatigue and restore energy, which would definitely satisfy the Seven Star Dao Master.

However, although Liu's idea was good, how could Ding Yang dare to agree?

Let a beautiful woman with all kinds of charms serve him to take a bath, this treatment Ding Yang has only seen in costume TV series.

Even if he claimed to have gone up the mountain at the age of six, he had been practicing on the top of Kunlun Mountain for 99 years. But after all, that's a lie to fool people, in fact, he is just a man who has not been dealt with by a woman, where can he parry this kind of ambiguous treatment?

When the time comes, I'm embarrassed to be a little bit of a small matter, what if the lie is a goof?

Therefore, no matter how much he yearns for this pink treatment in his mind, Ding Yang can only close his eyes and refuse ruthlessly.

No matter how Liu and Zhang Yi persuaded him, Ding Yang gritted his teeth anyway and refused: "No, this matter is not negotiable." Not to mention that Liu Niangzi is sick and weak, and she can't stand the fatigue. Even if you really prepare for bathing, it's not good to bother Lady Liu. After all, I am also fated to Shiro, how can I let Liu Niangzi serve and bathe? It's not good, it's not good, it's over, there's no need to mention it again. ”

"But the concubine is now so filial, and she can do her best for the immortal!"

Whether it was Liu's begging for help, or Zhang Yi beating the side drum, Ding Yang only shook his head and disagreed.

However, in the end, Ding Yang also felt that it was right to prepare for bathing and purifying before going to the Daxiangguo Temple Ten Thousand Surnames Trading Conference. He also recalled that the ancients seemed to be seriously preparing to do something big, and they would take a bath and fast.

Since he is now going to disguise himself as a Taoist priest, he must not be timid in the details of these customs and habits.

So in the end, Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and turned out the little savings he had left-the money that was originally going to buy medicine for Liu's medical treatment: "Since the immortal chief thinks that it is inappropriate for his mother to serve closely, the villain will invite a special young lady to come over, and I hope that the immortal chief will allow the villain's filial piety!" ”

It's all come to this point, what else can Ding Yang say?

As long as Duan Cheng doesn't come in suddenly with an official errand, it is also a joy in life to experience the great health care of the Song Dynasty!

Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, and there was no shadow of Duan Cheng in sight, Ding Yang gradually settled down. Presumably, the means he left behind have worked, and it should not delay the matter of making money to participate in the Ten Thousand Surnames Trading Conference tomorrow.

Especially although he didn't wait for Duan Cheng to bring someone to take revenge, he ushered in Zhang Yi to go to the brothel in Xiao Tianshui Hutong to bathe the young and beautiful lady he picked up.

Of course, Zhang Yi did not reveal the origin and identity of the Seven Star Real People, and the young lady was just an ordinary man looking for excitement.

And the professional was really extraordinary, and soon Ding Yang almost fell asleep comfortably in the bathtub.

The mist is curling, the beauty is hazy, the dress is light, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the slender hand is gently rubbed and wiped slowly, how can you not let a modern boy like Ding Yang eat his bones, and he almost can't tell the difference between heaven and earth.

I finally remember that I have something big to do tomorrow, and I don't want to give it to the fireworks girl in the Song Dynasty for the first time - after all, he is also a person with a girlfriend, and he is still thinking about the plan to reverse Christmas Eve after returning after making a lot of money this time!

So in the end, he held the Lingtai a little clear, and did not bury his innocence in the Song Dynasty a thousand years ago. However, there are a lot of cheap things to rub oil in the washing room.

It only teased the little beauty with her eyes like a peach, her cheeks like red apricots, and the bursts of "eating" coquettish laughter and greasy sounds, tickled people's hearts.

After taking a bath, Ding Yang seemed to be reborn. The sturdy figure with angular facial features, but also the white and tender skin, only hooked the little beauty to be reluctant to leave.

"Lang Jun must not forget the slaves, if there is a greeting, you can ask someone to go to the sword camp in Little Sweet Water Lane to summon the slaves over. Just call Qingqing, I hope Langjun will not forget......"

At this point, two pieces of crimson had already flown on the little beauty's face, and she lowered her voice in a whisper that was almost inaudible: "If Lang Jun is interested, the slave is willing to recommend himself for a pillow seat, stop talking about Fengyue, and have nothing to do with anything else." Ruo Langjun is shy in his pocket, and Qingqing still has a little savings......"

When Ding Yang came back to his senses, he realized that this little beauty named Qingqing was hinting that he was making a date - he was afraid that he would have no money to go, and he specially explained that people only talked about Fengyue and did not mention money. Even if it doesn't work anymore, people still have savings to help him.

This makes Ding Yang really can't tell whether he should be happy or angry, dare to love him and have the talent to be a little white face and eat soft rice!

On the other hand, if it weren't for his really good looks, how could he have attracted the favor of Ma Yujia, the faculty of liberal arts—after all, he has no economic advantage in the material society of the 21st century.

Until he fell asleep, Ding Yang's eyes seemed to be shaking with a green shadow. In the end, I was shaken by this fifteen or sixteen-year-old little beauty who didn't sleep well all night, and when I got up the next day, I got up and had dark circles under my eyes.

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