A wooden Qiong Tower, with three big characters on the book Feifeng Pavilion.

"You live here?" Qin Hao was slightly surprised.

This old man is not an ordinary lustful, he actually lives in the green building, can't he even wait for the kung fu of going up and down the stairs, and he must always be accompanied by a beauty.

The old Taoist blushed, and he felt quite self-conscious. He forcibly explained, "The old servant is here for another reason, the three sects and nine streams converge here, and it is easier to find out the news. ”

"I'm also trying to break through the existing realm. As a last resort. ”

Cunqiao Lao Dao is not calm, exposing his shortcomings in front of young adults, he feels that his face is dull, and he can't wait to find a place to dig a pit and bury himself in it.

If the other party is not accustomed to this kind of behavior and is dissatisfied with him, then he is really unlucky, and he will be miserable in the future.

However, the old way is underestimated Qin Hao's mind and bearing. For those in charge, there is a loss in the subsection, what is this, it is all some side matter. As long as you stay right in the general direction and have a loyal heart, that's enough.

The two continued to walk inside and entered the Flying Phoenix Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the pavilion, the heavy fat powder gas came to my face, and the sound of warblers and swallows was endless.

There are beautiful women laughing, playing hide and seek with visitors, and the sound is like a silver bell.

There are also singers with beautiful eyes circulating, seducing the soul, like a shapeless vixen, which makes people's hearts shake.

This is a worry-free land, where all kinds of troubles, all kinds of unhappiness, cannot be entered.

It's just that the spirit stones to cost are also unbearable for ordinary people, and the wealth is like flowing water, except for the cultivators who have entered the Dao realm like Lao Dao, it is only some people from families who have paid for that extravagant money.

As soon as they entered, someone greeted them, and there were quite a few of them.

Some beautiful people come in the dust. There are charming people, and there are also beautiful people, to welcome distinguished guests.

Cunqiao said that they are familiar with it, and they don't think about it, this old guy is only interested in the little girl whose body has not grown up. But for the teenagers around Lao Dao, they can't ignore it.

You must know that Lao Dao is a monk who has entered the Dao realm, and those who can interact with him are all strong people with good status. In the past, if they were fortunate enough to serve those strong people, they could make a lot of money overnight.

Moreover, this time he is a handsome young man, heroic and admirable.

If it had been in the past, when such a handsome young man came alone, these women would have recommended themselves to take pillows. In any case, I will talk about it for a while, the joy of fish and water, go with you, maybe you don't even want to entangle your head afterwards.

It's just that this time is different, the other party is the son of a big clan who walks with the old road of Cunqiao, and they dare not be presumptuous.

collided with the nobles, and how many lives they had was not enough.

These women could see clearly that the old man was respectful to the young man, and he looked like he was in a subordinate posture, without pretentiousness.

It can be seen from this that the young man's identity is so high that it is too extraordinary and extraordinary.

"I've seen Childe. "Many beauties in the wind and dust owe their bodies, and the light yarn is slightly whisked, which makes people's hearts sway.

Qin Hao only glanced at it and ignored it.

Some dusty women are just women, and the posture of Pu Liu can't get into the eyes of Qin Buregret.

Many women are disappointed, they still have a trace of thought in their hearts, they think that they are good-looking, and there is always one person who can enter the eyes of nobles. Spend a good night together, and the candle shadow is red.

But he didn't want to, the heroic young man's vision was too high, and he didn't even have the heart to take a second look.

At this time, the old road of Cunqiao stood up and opened his mouth to reprimand, let these dusty women get out of the way, and don't waste the time of the nobles.

"How noble the identity of an adult is, a group of vulgar fans also want to approach. "The old way shouted.

Hearing this, the last trace of illusion in the hearts of many Qinglou women was also shattered, and they dispersed and no longer approached. It was a son of a great family, too detached for them to hope for.

The old road is open in front of him, and he is upright. If someone sees the old man's posture, most of them will regard him as a master outside the world, see through the red dust, and not close to women.

After ascending the building, there was no pink beauty coming over again, so Qin Hao had time to watch this place of fireworks.

Carved beams and paintings, pearls are hanging, and there is a fragrance like an orchid and musk deer everywhere, which makes people intoxicated. On the pavilion, it is beautiful, and the pillars in the corridor are dyed with red lacquer, and the color is bright and bright.

The rooms are also exquisite, the windows are carefully carved, there are all kinds of window flowers, and the women have a bit of charm on the inside of the paper-cuts.

Lao Dao lives on the third floor, around the corner of the corridor.

It's a little more secluded, and there's a lot less noise outside.

Lao Dao opened the door, and then made a respectful gesture, and waited for Qin Hao to step in, and then he followed.

As soon as he entered, Qin Hao's brows furrowed, without it, it was too chaotic and unsightly.

Everything is disorganized and out of order. The chair was in the center of the room, and there was a dirty shirt hanging on it, and the floor was full of scattered small things, including rare materials and some jade bottles, which made people almost think that they had come to the trading market.

Lao Dao stood on the side, looking at the young man frowning, his expression became a little apprehensive, and his heart was quite uneasy.

"The old servant is guilty of keeping the room so dirty that it disturbs the mood of the adults. Seeing that Qin Hao was dissatisfied, he hurriedly took the first step to plead guilty, so as not to let the other party say it, and his heart was even more unhappy.

"You don't have a handmaid?" Qin Hao asked.

"The old servant thinks those women are too old, so he ......" The old man looked uncalm, for fear of the Lord's wrath.

Qin Hao then remembered that Lao Dao had a special habit and was not interested in those beauties who had grown up.

However, he was still a little puzzled, it stands to reason that this shouldn't be the case, even if he has a different fetish, but as an initiation realm monk, it is not difficult to find a young maid.

The status and identity are there, plus he is willing to spend the spirit stone, what kind of maid is not at his disposal.

Qin Hao continued to ask.

As a result, the old man of Cunqiao looked unnatural, and he didn't want to mention this topic because of him.

Say. Qin Hao's tone was a little heavier.

The old way of Cunqiao has no other way but to tell the facts.

The reason is that he is inhumane. Lao Dao injured his lower body in a fight, and since then, he can't do it, and his temperament has changed greatly, and he is only interested in the little girl who has not yet arrived in Kwai Shui.

Speaking of this, he looked embarrassed, saying that he had not harmed any woman, and this time he fought with Qin Hao only because of face, and he couldn't save face for a while.

"Because of this, the old servant has no maid. Lao Dao said.

No wonder Lao Dao doesn't have a maidservant, he can't even have sex, even if he wants to harm people, he has no heart.

Qin Hao understood it and felt that this made sense. The old way is hesitant and reluctant to say it because there is a problem of being ashamed to talk about it.