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There has never been a shortage of madmen in this world. In addition to the mentally ill who are unconscious due to various reasons, and then have confused thinking, there are many smart people who actively choose to go crazy.

Haotian Gate is located in the branch of the sect of the Chu State, which is a courtyard that does not occupy too much area, but the building is extremely exquisite.

Following the Taoist boy who led the way, Lu Hongzhi saw the most patterns along the way, which was the diamond pattern around the wall representing Haotian Gate.

As far as the eye can see, there are always more than a dozen people in the courtyard. There are men and women, all young. Among them, the number of women is significantly more than that of men, and their appearance is also very good, which is comparable to the high-ranking maids in the Lu family's mansion.

Take the Taoist boy who led the way in front of him as an example, and his age is no more than sixteen years old. Although she wore a monk's bun on her head, her figure and footsteps showed that she was a woman. The pale yellow robe has been specially cut, the waist is compact and delicate, the trouser legs are also close to the figure, the buttocks are plump, and the walking is twisted and twisted, just looking at the back makes people think about it.

What the hell is this Taoist boy? It's clearly the coquettish girls in Wanhualou!

For a while, Lu Hongzhi even had the illusion that he had entered the wrong door and came to the wrong place.

Not just anyone can put it in. In order to see the powerful cultivator master of Haotianmen, Lu Hongzhi took out a door bag of five hundred taels of silver, and then bought the woman who led the way.

What is the concept of 500 taels of silver? Even if it is a red card (not the first card) in the Mankalou in Kyoto, the price of staying overnight is only this price. Of course, for ordinary people, it may be the savings of a few people for a lifetime.

Huang Zhiping sat on a specially made lotus throne, holding the Dharma seal in both hands, and a snow-white dust rod obliquely inserted in his arms. The lantern crown on his head is meticulous, and the gossip robe on his body is also embroidered with silk thread. The whole person sat there, holding the Dao Bone Immortal Wind. Green smoke curled from the incense burners on the left and right, and the whole room was filled with a magical atmosphere of fear and worship.

Although it was the first time he had come, Lu Hongzhi had heard about the rules from others. Without being urged by others, he took the initiative to take out a box from his arms. Placed in front of the lotus throne, opened the lid of the box, and suddenly, a jade Ruyi with a verdant body appeared in front of Huang Zhiping's eyes.

This is the finest jadeite, and the handmade craftsmanship is also made by the most exquisite jade craftsmen. This jade Ruyi is expensive, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a "rare treasure".

Huang Zhiping raised his eyelids, revealing a thin slit, and glanced at Yu Ruyi in the wooden box. On his indifferent and rigid face, a smile suddenly appeared.

"I have long heard that the Lu family in the capital is a huge wealth in the world. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name. ”

This jade Ruyi, which can be sold for at least 200,000 taels of silver at a market price, is a precious object that Lu Hongzhi's mother married back then. If he hadn't felt sorry for his son, he wouldn't have been able to resist Lu Hongzhi's crying for days, and he wouldn't have handed over such a valuable thing to him.

Unlike when he went down the mountain more than ten years ago, Huang Zhiping now really likes the world of ordinary people.

Over here. He, the Jindan Grandmaster, is a superhuman-like existence.

The offerings from the court of the state of Chu were very rich. There is no shortage of gold, silver, jewelry, and precious medicinal herbs. However, everyone has desires. Although Huang Zhiping's cultivation is profound, he saw a scene that made him jaw-dropping at several banquets of high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the imperial court.

Crispy roast pork is an extremely common dish. However, the method of raising pigs at the house of the court's household servant is unique. The pig was fed by a special woman from birth, and was fed with human milk and fine honey until it was weaned. Usually thirsty, I only drink 20 years of Chen's daughter red. Hungry. Eat only ginseng, reishi, saffron stamens and deer antler lumps to make balls. In this way, it is raised to adulthood and served as a roast pig, which has a natural medicinal aroma and sweetness. When Huang Zhiping tasted it for the first time, he only felt that the wonderful taste was indescribable, and he wanted to swallow his tongue alive.

Jing Pinggong was already two hundred and one years old last year. This old man is quite unique in terms of health preservation. Guogong Mansion never uses ordinary firewood to cook on weekdays. Only silver silk frost charcoal made from the finest green bamboo. This kind of bamboo charcoal is difficult to fire, and the baking rate is about 1 in 5,000. But the benefits are also extremely obvious, flammable and smoke-free. A small basket of silver silk frost charcoal, the market price is about three hundred taels of silver. With Jing Pinggong's pickiness in terms of meals, at least two baskets of bamboo charcoal are consumed for each meal, which is six hundred taels in total.

On weekdays, Jing Pinggong eats very simple, but it is green vegetable tofu and side vegetable porridge. Although this man is old, his sense of taste is extremely sensitive. When Huang Zhiping went to the Guogong Mansion for the first time, he happened to catch up with the cook who accidentally mixed the ordinary firewood into the silver silk frost charcoal, and the resulting meal made Jing Pinggong angry, and ordered the cook to be disemboweled, skinned, and hung on a wooden pole as a wax lamp.

It was just a bowl of ordinary green vegetable and tofu soup. Huang Zhiping tasted it, and it was no different from the daily taste. However, Jingping said that this soup jumped into the smell of fireworks, and it was difficult to swallow again. This is the difference between immortal figures and mundane mortals. Immortals, that is the existence of fireworks that does not eat the world. This is Jing Pinggong's unique cultivation method. If there is a smell of fireworks, then what is there to talk about becoming an immortal? What kind of cultivation is to talk about? The kitchen lady is negligent, and the delay in the cultivation of this official will be damaged. If you don't kill him, it will be hard to eliminate the hatred in my father's heart!

Huang Zhiping scoffed at such baseless rhetoric. However, he was shocked by Jing Pinggong's cooking method.

A meal requires six hundred taels of silver, which is one thousand eight hundred taels a day.

In a month, it was fifty-four thousand taels of silver.

Even if it is a bowl of green vegetable tofu, according to this method, it is far from being comparable to dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

This is the luxury of the world, and this is the joy of life that cultivators simply cannot imagine and cannot enjoy.

Huang Zhiping suddenly felt that the first half of his life was simply a waste of time.

It is true that monasticism has indeed allowed itself to gain the respect of the world, but it has also lost a lot of things that should be.

He saw a new way of life.

Huang Zhiping began to make friends with the dignitaries of the Chu State. The method is very simple, it is nothing more than to send medicine to the nobles, and treat all kinds of incurable diseases to the disease. Speaking of which, it's really a bit of a doctor's style. However, Huang Zhiping's cultivation is profound, and these illnesses are very simple for him.

Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries asked Huang Zhiping for pills. on this. Huang Zhiping scoffed.

Yes, I do want to pursue a new way of life. But that doesn't mean you can sell your foundation. Every month, a disciple of the sect brought Huang Zhiping the pill distributed by Haotianmen from the mountain, and Huang Zhiping always swallowed it as soon as possible. He knew very well that the reason why he was able to become a guest of honor for the noble and wealthy was because he had a strong cultivation strength. If it's just an ordinary Taoist priest. The devil will ignore you.

Pills are such a thing as never to be given to others. If you want to get more gold and silver, you have to find a different way.

Using some ordinary medicinal materials to treat diseases and injecting mana water to achieve the purpose of removing pain, this is Huang Zhiping's fastest and most frequently used money-making method.

In addition to this, it is to set up an altar in the residence to help others solve their doubts.

In Lu Hongzhi's life circle, many people have heard of the name of Shangxian Huang Zhiping. This immortal is a true living immortal. It's powerful, it's very powerful, it can help you do what you want to do but you don't have the ability to do.

Of course, Shangxian Huang Zhiping is not a living Lei Feng who does good deeds without leaving a name. If you want the immortals to help, you need money.

Helping people but wishing is divided into different levels. According to the difficulty of the simplicity, each case. At least 10,000 taels of silver.

The jade Ruyi in front of him is smooth and round, and Huang Zhiping is very knowledgeable. At the same time, it is also clear that those who are willing and able to come up with such a valuable treasure will definitely not ask for something simple.

He smiled faintly: "What kind of difficulties did Lu Gongzi encounter? Please speak up, so that Poor Dao can listen to it and refer to it for you." ”

Huang Zhiping was very cunning and did not say whether it could be solved. Anyway. Listen to it first.

Lu Hongzhi slowly stroked the arm that had grown out not long ago, and on his pale face, a large red tide gradually appeared, and his eyes became fierce.

Yang Qiurong is really beautiful. Women with beautiful faces are often goddesses in the minds of men. Merely. Some men will just look at the goddess and pass, while others will take pictures and ravage a part of their body in a dark and uninhabited corner. There are also some more perverted guys, who directly follow the evil teaching of "tail line" in a certain island country film, follow the goddess all the way, and smash it with a stick while she is unprepared, regardless of life or death, anyway, I will talk about it later.

Lu Hongzhi belongs to the last category. He once gritted his teeth and vowed to regain everything he had lost in Yang Qiurong.

However, there are many kinds of goddesses. Some goddesses are weak and powerless, and they will only cry for help when they encounter something. Some goddesses are beautiful on the outside and fierce on the inside. In the face of malicious gangsters, the goddess will treat each other with an old fist, and maybe, she will also wipe out, mutilate, and die the guy who follows her.

Yang Qiurong belongs to the second type. She is a monk, and she has cultivated to the seventh level of Qi refining.

In front of her, not to mention ravage, it is impossible for Lu Hongzhi to pounce and touch it lightly.

After thinking about it, he could only find Huang Zhiping and beg this immortal to help him fulfill his wish.

Of course, Lu Hongzhi knew that his father and ancestor asked Yang Tianhong to compensate 8 million taels of silver. In his opinion, this has nothing to do with himself. The eight million silver is not put into Lao Tzu's pocket and distributed to everyone in the family, but it is just a drizzle. Instead of doing this, it is better to spend money yourself, ask for help, humiliate well, and ravage that damn Yang Qiurong.

"I want to get Yang Qiurong. ”

Lu Hongzhi's voice was a little hoarse, and he sounded like a madman who had eaten too much hot food such as potato chips: "I implore Shangxian to take action to abolish her cultivation and turn her into an ordinary woman." ”

Without waiting for Huang Zhiping to answer, Lu Hongzhi had already rushed to say: "Don't worry, Shangxian, I will do this extremely secretively, and there will definitely be no third person who knows." I have already built a secret room in my home, as long as I catch Yang Qiurong, I will definitely lock this woman underground forever and never see the light of day. ”

Rao is a veteran monk like Huang Zhiping, who is accustomed to seeing the world, and he was also shocked by Lu Hongzhi's fierce and vicious statement, and the muscles on his face twitched. Just thinking about it with his brain, he knew that if it came to fruition, Yang Qiurong would definitely be tortured in the hands of Lu Hongzhi. That kind of encounter is worse than death.

Huang Zhiping shook his head and said lightly: "As far as I know, Yang Qiurong is a member of the Qingling Sect. If you do this, the Qingling Sect will definitely not let go of your Lu family. When the time comes......"

Lu Hongzhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked terrifying enough to swallow a living person: "Immortal." Things to do and things not to do. Since you can help others but you want to, you must have a way to avoid evil. I also hope that the immortals will teach me, after the matter is completed, my Lu family will be grateful!"

"Thank you" two words. It was like an invisible hammer, hitting Huang Zhiping's heart fiercely.

He raised his eyebrows and asked quietly, "Thank you, to what extent?"

Lu Hongzhi thought about it, gritted his teeth fiercely, raised a finger, and whispered: "One million taels of silver." ”

Of course, Lu Hongzhi did not have a million in his hands. But he is the heir of the Lu family, as long as he becomes the head of the family, one million taels of silver is indeed not a large amount.

Huang Zhiping still had no expression on his face. He shook the dust in his hand and shook his head. instructed the maid waiting at the bottom of the corridor: "This matter is very difficult, and Poor Dao advises Lu Gongzi to dispel this idea." Come on, send off!"

......

In spring, the mountains are full of flowers, and among the large green patches are scattered white and yellow fragments. The weather has warmed up, the fur jacket can no longer be worn, and the clothes of pedestrians on the road have become thin, no longer as bloated as in winter.

Go to a temple on the outskirts of the city to give alms to steamed buns. It has become something that Yang Qiurong has to do every once in a while. One hundred and ten steamed buns are not worth much, and it is true that they can live people's lives. For beggars. Yang Qiurong never gave money to him. She always believed that if she was short of money, the best thing to do was to find a messenger. Of course, you have to eat enough to have strength. If a beggar gets his own steamed buns and copper coins, he will inevitably become lazy. It's no different from a pig that eats and waits to die.

Yang Qiurong was accustomed to the stunning and surprised gazes of the men around him, and he was also used to those expressions of admiration. Traveling in the world is part of your spiritual practice. If we can't tolerate even this, how can we talk about ascending to Mahayana?

Of course, if someone wants to take advantage of themselves. Then he should first know how to write the word "death".

Since last year, there have been at least a dozen men who want to molest and rob themselves. Without exception, they were all beaten into pigs' heads by Yang Qiurong. However, the lethality of beautiful faces to men is so great that these male humanoids are still swarming over like moths to death.

Yang Qiurong felt that his fists were getting harder and harder, and the moves of the flat people were becoming more and more proficient. Several times, there was even a hand that pinched two eggs, and suddenly with mana, squeezed the hard eggshells fiercely, and watched the special touch of egg yolk and white mixing with each other in the air.

Well, the eggs may be a bit larger, so it would be better to describe them as walnuts.

Therefore, when the carriage stopped, and the groom said in his usual tone: "Miss, there is someone blocking the road in front", Yang Qiurong didn't think about it at all, almost with the pleasure of being able to abuse the other party fiercely, he opened the carriage curtain with a "whoosh" and jumped out of the carriage.

In front of the car, there stood a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties.

He was dressed in a gray-black cotton robe, and his body was long and straight, like a straight flagpole, firmly planted in the middle of the road. The cheeks are thin, the cheekbones are bulging, and the sunken eye sockets release a cold gaze like a snake.

This man has an ordinary appearance, but he exudes an extremely dangerous feeling all over his body.

It was a monk's unique aura.

His voice was very ugly, very hoarse, and the question was very direct: "You are Yang Qiurong?"

For a while, Yang Qiurong didn't know how to answer.

She instinctively sensed danger. The man was obviously different from the playboys before him, and he probably didn't come to him for the same reason. But it is foreseeable that he will definitely not let himself go.

Yang Qiurong slowly held the Qiankun bag on his waist with his right hand, and asked slowly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man looked very impatient: "Lao Tzu asked you if you are Yang Qiurong?

The groom next to him was a servant of the Yang family, and he had already reached under the cushion to draw his sword. The maid who got out of the carriage was not a good character, and shouted at the man: "Who are you to dare to speak loudly to my young lady?" Don't you know that this is ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Qiu Rongzhi felt a silvery-white cold light flash in his face. She turned sideways and was about to open her mouth to warn the maid and the groom, but she saw the maid's eyes wide open, and a very thin streak of blood appeared on her snow-white neck.

Very fine, thinner than a hair.

The lines are oblique and run straight through the neck of the maid. With an expression of disbelief on her face, the maid's head slowly slid down from her shoulders, and the "bones" rolled to the ground, and a large spring of blood suddenly erupted from the neck cavity where she lost her head.

"Hurry up, you're no match for him!"

Before the frightened groom came back to his senses, Yang Qiurong had already flown sideways, kicked him away, took out an iron sword from the Qiankun bag with his right hand, shook it in the wind, and stabbed it hard at the man opposite.

The man's speed was obviously faster than Yang Qiurong's. Turning his head, with a very simple movement, he avoided the sharp blade of the sword. Just as Yang Qiurong quickly changed the direction of his body's movement, the man's tight lips began to bend, revealing an extremely evil and cruel sneer.

"I've always felt that it's a very cruel thing to let someone die without knowing anything. You don't have to be a dead ghost, my name is Zhu Heng, you'd better remember this name. ”

In Haotianmen, Zhu Heng was a well-known disciple of the outer court.

Although his cultivation was only at the ninth level of Qi refining, Zhu Heng's sense of battle was very strong, and his fighting techniques were also flexible and changeable. Several times in a row, he killed all his opponents. Even, even some Haotianmen people who have already built a foundation are not Zhu Heng's opponents.

When it comes to fighting, street gangsters obviously have more say than the Xiucai in the academy. (To be continued.) )