"What the master said is true, I once heard my father say that although some of the women in the Qinglou are worldly and dirty, there are many of the best, and most of the best are geisha. Look, it's like the woman on the stage below. ”

Qin Feng overlooked the stage on the first floor, and at some point, there were several slim girls on it, unlike other delicate women, they were not only conservative, but also charming but not enchanting.

The subtle sound of the piano woke up the sleeping drinkers, and in the Qinglou, many young talents, like Qin Feng and the others, did not call them girls, but quietly drank tea, overlooking the stage, the graceful dancing.

For a time, the staggered and staggered, the sound of the piano was like mountains and flowing water, which made people intoxicated.

These women are all geisha, although they are rooted in the Qinglou, they are the kind of artists who do not sell their bodies. Most geisha are talented women with both talent and appearance and unique temperament.

Since Qinglou is a relatively high-end brothel, ordinary people generally can't enter, and the quality or social status of the guests is generally very high, mainly literati doctors, wealthy businessmen, and high-rollers.

Among them, most of them are literati, some of them play games in the world, laugh proudly, and some are attached to confidants and enjoy ********.

However, not every man who goes up to the Qinglou will have sex with the women inside, in fact, many people in it don't go over to sit down, drink a few cups of tea, eat a few snacks, listen to a few songs, and some also play chess, chant poetry, drink some wine or something, and then leave.

"Hehe, two brothers and master, why are you sitting here alone, the girl before, aren't you all satisfied?"

In the elegant room, the young man from before, dressed disheveled, walked out, sat opposite Qin Feng unceremoniously, lifted his pants, and especially bit the word "teacher".

Looking sideways slightly, I could vaguely see that in the pavilion, a woman was leaking spring light, getting up from the bed with sweat, touching Zhuo Buqun's gaze, her cheeks were slightly red, and she hurriedly got behind the screen.

"Thank you for the mercy of the benefactor, the old man is a monk, not a woman. Wudao also recognized this young man, who was the man who was very generous before.

"Hehe, the monks are in love with the world, since they are not here for the Hongchen woman, could it be that they are also the top girl of the Happy Forest, Gillian?"

The young man was extremely heroic, unrestrained, holding the teacup of enlightenment and gulping down the bitter drink.

"The top card of the Happy Forest, Gillian, who is it?" Qin Feng's expression moved slightly.

"You don't even know about Oiran Murong Lanjiao?" The young man was slightly stunned, and then a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and he smiled faintly, "This Murong Lanjiao, but the Fengyun woman of Liaoyuan City, is not only talented and beautiful, but also a strong person in the realm of mortal transformation, and her specific strength is unfathomable. ”

"Qinglou woman, there are so many talents, it's really rare, I don't know what Brother Tai is called!"

Zhuo Buqun and Qin Feng glanced at each other, and they were very interested in this Oiran Murong Lanjiao in their hearts.

"The people in Xialiaoyuan City, Yang Ye, the third young master of the Yang family, looked at it in the rivers and lakes, and gave him a nickname, called Shaoyang! You can also call it that. Yang Ye tidied up his clothes slightly, and then set his eyes on the stage on the first floor.

"Shaoyang, itching, it's really ......"

Qin Feng and the others silently recited it in their hearts a few times, and suddenly raised their heads, their expressions moved slightly, and they couldn't smile bitterly, whether this young man was brain-dead or nervous, he couldn't hear it if he didn't lose his family.

"Ahem, what kind of expression are you guys on!" Raising his head slightly, he inadvertently bumped into Qin Feng's gaze, and Yang Ye couldn't help but shudder.

Looking at Qin Feng's young age, sitting here alone, and not calling him a girl, is the Qinglou just to take a look? Yang Ye didn't believe it.

"I'm a god, you won't all be men, right?"

Qin Feng stared at Yang Ye strangely, Yang Ye also visited back and forth between Qin Feng and Zhuo Buqun, suddenly opened his mouth, and spit out a word!

Poof!

Zhuo Buqun, who was holding up the wine glass and drinking happily, couldn't stand the stimulation, and directly sprayed Wudao's face.

"Amitabha, Lord Zhuo, don't get excited!" Enlightenment is not only profound, but also has a good temper, reaching out to wipe the liquor on his face.

Zhuo Buqun was deeply sorry for the face of Spray Wudao, and was a little embarrassed, but he turned his head and was replaced by anger, and said to Yang Ye, "I'll rub it, you guess it's a male style, get out!"

"Ahem, just kidding, just kidding!"

Yang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hurriedly turned his head sideways, he couldn't stand Zhuo Buqun's lion roar, and his eardrums were almost shattered, but he still felt his thoughts shocked.

"Just kidding!"

Zhuo Buqun clenched his fists, his face was pale, and he couldn't wait to slap Yang Ye in front of him with one palm, but he was still rational and forcibly controlled his emotions.

"Itch, phew, Yang Shao, back to business, what is so strange about that Oiran Murong Lanjiao?"

Qin Feng's mind had been stuck on the destruction of the poison immortal and the family, through the increase of experience, carefully recalling the motives before the annihilation, he felt more and more that the tragedy was not as simple as he imagined.

At present, the most important thing is that only by finding the real person of the poison immortal can he understand the strangeness, and Qin Feng has a faint intuition that the oiran of this Qinglou must have some kind of connection with the poison immortal, that is, the ghost king.

Even if it's not the ghost king himself, it's bound to be simple.

"Hehe, before I say it, let's guess your identity!"

Yang Ye's expression was cold and lonely, his eyes were like stars, and he looked unfathomable, as if he could see through the hearts of Qin Feng and the others.

"Zhuo Buqun, the former elite disciple of the Canglan Sect, the current outcast of the sect, and at the same time, he is also the primary target of the Evil Alliance, he once killed all the families in Luoyang City, and he is known as the Blood Sword Butcher, right, Brother Zhuo!"

Yang Ye's face was indifferent, he picked up his wine glass, stared at Zhuo Buqun, and said with a faint smile.

"Who are you!"

Zhuo Buqun's face trembled suddenly, he got up suddenly, the sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed and arrived at Yang Ye's throat, as long as the other party dared to move, Zhuo Buqun would instantly cut his throat.

"Don't get me wrong, don't!"

Yang Ye was already powerless, and his body was hollowed out by wine, he had seen such a scene, and he couldn't help but be frightened by the cold killing intent, and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Misunderstanding, except for the Canglan Sect and the people of the Evil Alliance, I'm afraid no one will be so familiar with me!"

Zhuo Buqun was full of murderous energy, so naturally he would not believe it easily, his fingers moved slightly, thus driving the sword in his hand, cutting through Yang Ye's skin, and if he entered half an inch, he would directly take off the opponent's head.

"Portraits, portraits of the three of you, have been plastered all over Liaoyuan City by the people of the Evil Alliance, and now, I am afraid that the people of the Evil Alliance have learned of your whereabouts from the mouths of the drinkers!"

The corners of Yang Ye's mouth couldn't stop trembling, he originally just wanted to play tricks and pretend to be forced quietly, but he didn't think that the other party was so excited.

"Uncles, it's not right to be a kid, regret it indefinitely, don't kill me, Yang Yan still wants to be romantic for a few more years!"

Feeling the sharp sword qi in his throat, the chill that kept swallowing directly froze his soul, and the fear in Yang Ye's heart continued to magnify.

His eyes were fearful, and he shuffled his steps tremblingly, trying to retreat backwards, dodging the sword of the Superior Rank.

"Don't move!"

Zhuo Buqun snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand suddenly reversed, flashing in the shadows, and reached Yang Ye's throat again.

Yang Ye was frightened, he didn't dare to move, and said tremblingly, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, be careful of rubbing and going off!"

At this time, Yang Ye really wanted to slap himself a few times, knowing that the other party was not easy to mess with, why did he deliberately come up and deliberately pretend to be deep.

It's okay now, maybe a good youth will be cut off by a sword. Actually, it doesn't matter if he dies, in case after his death, dear Koharu is bullied, then what to do!

If Zhuo Buqun can hear Yang Ye's inner monologue at this time, I don't know if he will end this guy with one sword.

"Sit down!"

Zhuo Buqun's expression was grim, and he motioned for Yang Ye to sit back in his place.

"Yes! Yes!"

Yang Ye naturally didn't dare to disobey, hurriedly obeyed the order, and sat down in place with a frightened face.

Judging from the previous wanted warrant, Zhuo Buqun is a city-slaughtering figure, and killing a person couldn't be easier for him!

Don't say it's him Yang Ye, even if it's for a beautiful woman, the bloody hand butcher is outstanding, I'm afraid he won't blink an eye.

Seeing that Yang Ye did not move, Zhuo Buqun's long sword was put into the sheath, and then he also sat down, but his mind was surging extremely fast, it seemed that the people of the Evil Alliance and the Canglan Sect would soon arrive in the Happy Forest.

"When did you find out who we are!"

Qin Feng picked up his wine glass and stared at Yang Ye with a smile, he found that this young man was really special, and his disguise was also in place.

Now the cowardice and the previous heroism are like two people...... (To be continued.) )