Returned to the house to continue meditating luck, Xu Yunhu and You Xiaomu, the two young children, wanted to sleep when they were full, this time Li Molan did not rush to the bed with an evil look, let the two children fall asleep in bed, and calm his eyes, he knows that there are many people who are looking for their traces now, where is there time to spend time in life, and the cultivation of the Daomen is to read the book and understand its way, although he knows it in his heart, but he has never had the opportunity to think seriously, and he is not a genius like the Yubei Immortals, he can't leave the ground for a while and a half to have an epiphany, this epiphany wants chance and understanding, He didn't know if it was because he didn't have enough understanding or not enough chance, so he could only wait for the day when the opportunity came, and his first thought was to return to the martial arts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The true qi in the body is rolling and swimming, passing through the second vein of Rendu and then to the dantian, running back and forth.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door.

Li Molan opened her eyes and vaguely guessed that someone was coming.

When I opened the door, there was an ordinary guy standing outside the house, this guy looked ordinary, and his clothes were not conspicuous, and after a little inquiry, he made sure that he was not in the wrong place, and then handed over a piece of paper.

Li Molan thanked him, then returned to the room and read the contents of the paper slowly.

After reading it, there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and then he looked at the sleeping little girl You Xiaomu in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

A small pot of saplings in the house was shaken off by the breeze that had burrowed into the room, and some dead leaves were shaken off.

Sitting at the table, he held his cheeks and looked at the contents of the note on the table, faintly irritated, like a dark cloud in autumn.

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Two days later, the flower party in Wuyi City was held as scheduled, and the small river called Qingyuan River was covered with flower boats, like patches of sea fish on the surface of the North Sea.

The talented people on the bank of the flower boat river are looking forward to it, and finally they can get a glimpse of some beautiful shadows flashing in the flower boat, in the past, Li Molan and the dry wine poem walked in the world to join in a lively, this is also the most lively days in Wuyi City every year, a small city wants to develop, naturally it is inevitable to have characteristics, and Wuyi City obviously relies on the famous Qingyuan River on both sides of the Qingyuan River to make a fuss.

There are rows of garden pavilions on both sides of the Qingyuan River, and the forest and sea are faintly green, like a fairyland on earth, which can't help but remind Li Molan of a certain kiln street in the south of Lin'an City.

These are all brothels and green buildings, and they are also the most frequented places by dignitaries.

Whether it is a romantic genius with poetry and books, or a wealthy and powerful man with gold and silver in his pocket, it is common to see pine everywhere here.

Li Molan has a lot of money on him, and he can also walk between the gardens as a large amount of money, occasionally admiring the wind and snow on those flower boats, but it is a little strange to take two children, and many passers-by look at him not very right, probably guessing that he has some bad habits of child prostitution.

In this regard, a certain Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant can only be speechless, but fortunately, the two children around him don't understand these things, but they vaguely know that it is not good to visit the Qinglou, and they have a bad feeling for Li Molan.

However, in comparison, Huzi is obviously much more curious than You Xiaomu, although it is a child's innocence by nature, but the nature of men will be faintly provoked by the wind and snow here, and his curiosity is not small, looking left and right.

For some reason, Li Molan walked around a corner on the bank of the Qingyuan River and entered an alley where there were no people.

The two children hurried to follow, confused.

Li Molan Hongchen has been in the house for three years, and she boasts of being romantic with her self-proclaimed dry wine poems, in fact, most of them are doing the tricks of teasing little girls on the street, but the probability of success is always low for the elderly, after all, the innate advantage of appearance is there, and the big girls will not slap Li Molan with a cute little hooligan posture, and the dry old man is often chased and beaten by the girls' flower messengers, which is quite miserable.

This time he is indeed the first time to enter the Qinglou, unlike the last time he came to see the Wuyi City Flower Fair, he really just looked at it with his eyes, how much nervous, what kind of wind and waves have not seen the Beihai Sword Immortal heir A little uneasy at this moment, I don't know if I remembered a certain red-clothed girl with a golden sword, for fear that she would suddenly appear here and cut it with a sword.

Walking a few more steps in the alley, I also saw some women and old women who were showy, and the turtle was soliciting customers together, perhaps mistakenly thinking that Li Molan knew this way and was not even the first time to come here, and the little girl Muzi behind him had contempt in her eyes.

Li Molan noticed the little girl's disdainful gaze, her heart was desolate, and it was difficult to justify, so she had to keep her face unchanged and walk into the building under the leadership of a small girl.

Seeing that there were still two children in the Qinglou, the little girl looked shocked and felt incredible, and looked at him with a rather strange gaze.

It's like looking at some rare animal, and it's like looking at a pervert.

Someone still doesn't change his face, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, he is wearing a cyan robe that moves with the wind, his clothes are shaking, he is always a clean and refreshing white-faced scholar, and he is not afraid of being recognized.

Along the way, from time to time, they can meet pretty women who scratch their heads and make gestures, they don't dare to pull and laugh at this handsome and beautiful sword boy who makes them ashamed of themselves, so they tease Xu Yunhu, who is not very young, You Xiaomu can't stand it, and glares at the big sisters fiercely, but it provokes a burst of laughter.

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You Xiaomu took a sip, feeling those sights, his face full of shame.

She had only heard of this kind of place before, but it was the first time she had come here, and thinking about the descriptions of the old grandmothers in the town, she felt even more filthy and far away from others.

Xu Yunhu hurriedly followed behind Li Molan, only feeling that this was really a wolf's den, and he would never follow him next time.

In fact, Li Molan, who seems to be calm, also thinks so in her heart.

Entering the building, there were a few sparse guests in the hall on the first floor, surrounded by a cool woman with a plump body and most of her white and tender breasts, Gu was a merry guest, Li Molan looked at the old bustard who came forward, and said lightly: "Is the autumn water girl here?"

The old bustard, who was about to make a gorgeous speech, took a closer look at the extremely handsome boy in front of him, and made sure that the other party should not be a frequent visitor here, so it must be for the name of Oiran Qiushui?

She looked at Li Molan and said with some embarrassment: "Today...... It is inconvenient for Qiushui to come out to pick up guests, and there are already guests who have made reservations. ”

This sentence is indeed helpless, but the other party's reaction is even more helpless.

For some reason, Li Molan's expression suddenly became indifferent, like countless white wind and snow blowing in his face, like a blade.

He took out a stack of silver tickets and said calmly, "Let that man go." ”

A rolling word, calm but cold to the point of trembling.

But the eyes of the girls around him lit up, and they were intoxicated by the spirit exuded by this one word.

It's so fierce.

The old bustard faced this sudden momentum head-on, and felt naturally different, she faced the powerful aura that came to her face, and the fat powder on her face vibrate, as if it was about to fall off in clusters.

How can a mortal be able to resist such a momentum?

She said with difficulty: "But the rules of our building ......"

Li Molan said: "Let me go and meet that person, he will give in." ”

These words are still so calm and indifferent, because he has this confidence.

The old bustard gritted his teeth and said, "You can't mess with that guest, it's an immortal master!"

Li Molan understood the reason, her eyes became even more indifferent, and she said, "It's okay...... Let him get out of here, or I'll kill him with a sword." ”

There is a palpitating meaning lurking in the words, like a murderous autumn wind, like a cold winter snow.

The green leaves in the potted plants in the hall also seemed to feel those killing intent at this moment, and they shook off a few leaves in fear.

The old bustard listened to these murderous words, and trembled, and then understood the identity of the handsome boy in front of him, I am afraid that he is also a fairy figure, almost subconsciously nodded, and walked towards the back of the building with Li Molan and the two children.

Immortals fight, and mortals are also prone to suffer from the disaster of pond fish when they watch a play, but now in their territory, how can this be hidden, and the cultivator in the building is a well-known member of the Duanmu family, this imposing handsome son can really please him?

No one knows.

The old bustard's face was as dead as ashes, and he prayed in his heart.

She had never encountered such a thing, and the tension in her heart that had not been seen for many years rose again.

There are several courtyards behind the green building, the pavilions and pavilions and small bridges and flowing water are readily available, it is really a good place for elegance and romance, and it has the feeling of hiding the beauty of the golden house.

The largest courtyard door is closed, standing outside, you can vaguely hear some dissolute shouts, this is really unstoppable, and can stimulate many men to be heroic, compared with those guests who came to watch the play, Li Molan's indifferent face is a little frightened, I can't figure out what this guest is here to do.

glanced at You Xiaomu behind him without a trace, and heard the laughter of men and women coming from the small pavilion in the courtyard, and his eyes were full of murderous intent ups and downs.

Like a thunderbolt that has been accumulated for a long time, it rumbles.

He kicked open the courtyard door, and the movement was very loud, not like he was here for a pastime, but like he was here to kick the hall.

The old bustard stood behind at a loss, and the rest gathered some romantic visitors who watched the play, women and small servants, dozens of people crowded at the entrance of the building, all of them probed their brains to watch the show, they couldn't participate in the fight between the monks, but they still had the courage to watch.

Those who dare to cultivate the Tao do the right thing, there are only cultivators, the merry guests here are basically ordinary people, only one has been in contact with the Tao, but later it was deserted, reduced to a gentleman who can only eat, drink and have fun, and now they are all looking at the show, you must know that the immortal master in the courtyard is not an ordinary person, it is from a well-known small monk family in Songzhou, the Duanmu family, and the general casual cultivators do not dare to provoke.

Xu Yunhu and You Xiaomu hid far away, afraid of being affected, as if they were meeting for the first time.

With the great movement made by Li Molan, the cultivators in the building walked out angrily, and when they met, they shouted: "Where did you come from, do you know who I Duanmuqiu is?"

The scolding was very loud and full of confidence, and it was obviously not the first time to scold like this, and the speed of speech was very fast and smooth.

But no matter how smooth and skillful he scolded and how many people he scolded, these seemed useless in front of Li Molan.

Even the scolding paled pale, for the vicious lion and tiger never cared about the moaning and struggling of the sheep.

He stepped forward with an expressionless face, but a cultivator in the middle of the Enlightenment Realm, he grabbed this person's neck as soon as he could, as fast as lightning, making everyone stunned.

He said coldly, "Are you going to get out?"

There is no meaning of nonsense at all, it seems that as long as the other party dares to pop out of his mouth, he will slap this guy to death.

Duanmu Qiu's eyes were full of shock, and then he knew that the person in front of him was probably also a cultivator, you must know that although his family is famous among mortals, it is actually a small family of side branches, and it is already reluctant to be a soil overlord in a small city, how can he provoke other cultivators, coupled with the fierce strength shown by the other party, his eyes suddenly showed a little softness.

"Brother Tai...... But you're going too far, aren't you?" Duanmu said with his tongue knotted.

The qi on Li Molan's body skyrocketed, almost making Duanmu faint in fright, and begged for mercy loudly.

The woman in the building looked at all this in a daze, a little unclear, her gaze swept over the two people downstairs like spring waves, her eyes stayed on Li Molan's cheeks, and she thought to herself, where is this a domineering guest?

Li Molan threw out the bold Duanmu Qiu, patted off the dust on his hands, and looked at the old bustard and said, "That's it, I don't want anyone to disturb me." ”

Silent.

Everyone's eyes glazed over.

The old bustard nodded hurriedly, for fear of angering the angry-eyed immortal.

You Xiaomu and Xu Yunhu, the two children, hurriedly followed, but they just entered the courtyard, but Li Molan said: "I have something to do when I go in, you are waiting for me to come out in the courtyard." ”

Xu Yunhu suddenly showed a look of disappointment, and You Xiaomu was not just what's wrong, he suddenly became bolder, and sneered: "Indecent!"

For the little girl's crisp ridicule, Li Molan smiled and touched her head, but she avoided it.

"Don't be ashamed!" Muzi shouted again, hiding behind Huzi.

It's very cute.

Li Molan laughed, turned around and walked into the building, closed the door, and closed all eyes outside.

Then he turned around, his expression calm, and he didn't have the slightest intention of wanting Fengyue.

The appearance of the house is extremely elegant, the table table, the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the green gall bottle is hung with ink paintings, the front hall has a delicate and unique green silk couch, and there is also a table dedicated to warm wine and tea, and the tea bowl should be equipped.

A woman with light makeup who still has charm standing in the room, holding a cup of tea in her hand, said with a smile: "Gongzi is really amazing, he can make the people of the Duanmu family soft and be a slave here, which is flattering." ”

Graceful, smiling, like Qinglian porridge, you can take a small sip and taste it slowly.

Li Molan took the teacup she handed over, took a sip, and didn't care about the taste, so she put it on the table.

Qiushui looked at Li Molan's silent appearance, and only felt that the atmosphere was a little depressing.

She asked softly, "To make Childe like this, I'm afraid Childe will definitely not come just to spend the night with the slave family, right?"

Li Molan prides herself on being romantic, but when she came to the Qinglou, it was the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair, but the purpose of this trip was not those spring curtain affairs, so he was very calm and calm.

"You, play a tune and listen to it for me. ”

He pointed to the guqin resting in the corner of the room that seemed to be just for decoration.

Qiushui smiled awkwardly and said, "Childe, the slave family can't play the piano." ”

Li Molan said: "I can't play the piano, what are you doing with the piano here?"

Qiushui shook his head and said nothing.

Li Molan was quiet for a while and asked, "After three years of leaving the town, you can't even play the piano?"

The woman was shocked.

Li Molan looked at her and said, "Your daughter is outside the courtyard, can you recognize it at a glance?"

Qiushui's eyes were slightly red, but he forced a smile and said, "What is the son talking about? ”

Li Molan looked directly at her eyebrows and said, "Muzi said that her mother likes to play the piano very much in her memory, if you play a song and listen to it for me, I will promise you not to tell her about you." ”

The top brand Oiran Qiushui only felt that this feeling of helplessness was like when he first entered this industry three years ago, gritted his teeth for a long time, and said, "Okay." ”

One word represents a lot of meanings, as for how much helplessness and unspeakable concealment are hidden in the middle, who knows?

Li Molan sat on the green silk couch, watching the Oiran girl Qiushui bring the guqin and wipe the dust that had continued on it for three years, with no waves in her eyes.

"Childe......" Qiushui suddenly spoke, her voice trembling: "Muzi, she ...... How are you doing?"

Li Molan said: "It's not good, the town has been destroyed, everyone is dead, and she and Huzi are still alive and following me." ”

Qiushui's eyes were red, and he asked again: "That's really troublesome." ”

Li Molan was silent.

He doesn't have much to say about this woman, she is now a Qinglou Oiran, her identity is high and high, low and low, and she is inevitably accepted as a slut, it is hard to imagine that it will be the image of the woman who is generous and dignified in Muzi's mouth.

Probably also experienced hardships and hardships, the bitterness of which is not enough for outsiders, Li Molan doesn't want to expose people's scars, and You Xiaomu can't stay here, he just wants to see what Muzi's mother has been doing over the years, how she is doing, and whether she can reunite with Muzi's mother and daughter, that's all.

After wiping the guqin, Qiushui wiped the moist corners of his eyes and asked, "What does Childe want to hear?"

"You Xiaomu said that you liked to play that little song back then, and there is a set of words, which is the "Muzi Laugh" written by Muzi's father, you can sing it while playing, it's good. ”

Li Molan said softly, with some complexity and pity in her eyes.

He couldn't understand the state of mind of the woman in front of him, but he could vaguely understand it.

As for the number of points, it varies from person to person.

After hearing these words, Qiushui suddenly choked up, tears burst out of his eyes, and tears flowed endlessly.

She was crying and laughing, but a lot of images appeared in front of her. She was for Muzi and her father, regardless of the opposition of her family, married away from home, and even cut off the relationship with her family for the people she loved, but who would have thought that there would be such a natural and man-made disaster, she also once felt sorry for herself, guessing whether she was born Kefu's life, but after all, it couldn't change anything, in fact, Muzi didn't know, after her father died, the people in the town pointed these bad luck to her, a newcomer to the country, she was young, couldn't stand the grievances, and would choose to leave in a fit of anger, but in the dead of night, where was the lack of those regretsIn the wilderness outside Wuyi City, she was hungry and cold, for a sip of water to drink, for a bite of food to eat, what else could she care about, what did she care about for prostitution? If she could survive, what could she do? How could she be as proud as a man?

At that time, she repeatedly told herself not to regret it.

But now, there is a trace of remorse, why is this?

The slender jade hand played lightly, and the pick crossed the strings, the strings trembled and trembled, and the sound of the piano leaked.

The song sounds, with some poignant grievances, crisp and ethereal, reaching the depths of people's souls.

"The green grass is thin, the green grass is green, the green and white lady is old. ”

"The red makeup in the red boudoir is thick, the head is covered with a red cover, and the marriage of the third generation is white-headed and old. ”

"Papier-mâché windows, fence walls. ”

You see Muzi laughing. ”

"Smile smartly, smile smartly, smile every time. ”

"Whose chick is so slender?"

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(ps:I'm sorry.,There's only one more today!!Contemptible people have to go to class on weekdays.,It happened to be a weekend with a new computer.,There's nothing left.,Especially the new input method.,Those habitual words are all gone.,It's super sadistic to type.,Speed is very seriously affected.,So I hesitated for a long time today.,Send a 5,500-word high-quality chapter.,And then there's only one more...... Sorry again, it's going to be updated normally tomorrow!!

(ps2: the words are original, make do with it...... (To be continued.) )