Liuxianglou, people are shy.

Ten steps and a beautiful queen, the visitor does not leave a name,

After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the empty placket is full of fragrance.

No matter where, no matter how barren, the wine shop, the gambling house, the green building will always be the most prosperous building, the incense building is a two-storey earth building, there are layers of red and purple, blue and blue glazed tiles staggered decoration, under the eaves of the bucket arch hangs the unique phoenix bell of the green building, the breeze blows, the copper bell bursts into the ears, there is the sound of silk and bamboo penetrating the entire western part of the county in the daytime, the fragrant wind that comes from the sound of the beautiful sound can hook the soul of many passers-by, the price here is fair, the girls are of grade from high to low, and the business coverage is very wide, Whether you are a high-ranking warrior, a wealthy businessman, a bureaucrat, or a peddler's pawn, you can find the right gentle country here.

The two guards guarding the door were not daring to breathe at this time, just now, they witnessed a master of the King Kong Gate being played by the white-robed old fairy who had just entered the door, and the clever door had already run in to inform the proprietress, they still couldn't believe it, a character like the old fairy was also going to visit the Qinglou?

It's still a green building with such a high grade.

Doesn't it insult his old man's reputation?

Huang Zhiyu stepped into the Liuxiang Building, and a woman was kneeling in the small courtyard full of peach blossoms, the woman was wearing a thin sleeve flower tight-fitting shirt, holding a side-gripping fan in her hand, and there was a blue-eyed fox on the fan surface, and the embroidery was extremely realistic.

The woman heard his footsteps approaching, and her voice trembled slightly:

"The old immortal descended on the Liuxiang Building, the top and bottom of the Liuxiang Building are full of flowers, and the two Oiran have been freshened up, waiting for the old immortal in the Liuxian Residence."

"Who plays the flute well?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, this should be the unique jargon of Tianyijiao, blow the flute and play the flute, come to play is to play, how to hide it like those poor sour, what to do admiring the girl to learn, no money, do you see breaking the dog's legs?

"Old Immortal, please."

The woman hurriedly got up, bent down to lead the way, Huang Zhiyu followed her around the screen with the picture of the Spring Palace, there was a large circular stage in the courtyard inside, the thinly dressed female musicians were kneeling under the stage and did not dare to move, the surrounding corridor was empty, and the tables, chairs and benches under the stage were lying upside down, it seemed that the guests were in a hurry, Huang Zhiyu looked at the female musicians holding musical instruments, and walked straight to a female musician holding a bamboo flute in her hand, the female musician heard the movement, and retreated in fear, trying to avoid Huang Zhiyu's sight.

Most of them are rebellious family members, and after being rebellious and punished, they were used as official prostitutes, and after some training, they were rented by major Qinglou to perform, or were favored by guests, and could also provide services, and after they were old and decrepit, or infected, they were resold to smaller, more remote Qinglou, and continued to be squeezed until the last trace of blood and tears dried up, and then they were hastily swept with grass and thrown into which mass graves or wilderness were allowed to be eaten by wild dogs.

Qingfeng is such a person who is about to come to the end of this road, her father was originally a lay disciple of the cave temple, opened a martial arts hall in Sushan County to sit in the hall to accept apprentices, the days are also harmonious and beautiful, plain and bland, helpless when the world changes greatly when the cave temple stands in the wrong line, was wiped out by the King Kong Temple in one fell swoop, she was sold to the government at a young age, and was sent to the Qinglou in Yongdu after training, and struggled for 20 yearsAt the age of forty, she was already sick and painful, and life was worse than death, and finally Lingquefang was unwilling to pay high medical expenses, so she was sent to the county government of Sushan County, and the county government was not willing to accept this half-dead woman, so she was sent semi-forcibly to the only local Qinglou Liuxianglou.

Fortunately, the proprietress of Liuxianglou is a cold-faced and hot-hearted person, saying that Qingfeng is a waste, and she can't accompany the guests, but secretly asked a doctor to treat her injuries, the external injuries are easy to treat, and the dark wound is difficult to heal, no matter how good the proprietress is, she is not qualified, and it is impossible to ask for the head of the martial artist, Qingfeng is like this, and she is half-dead in Liuxianglou, and when she survives to the seventeenth year, Qingfeng has noticed that her body is about to collapse, and every time she washes, she can always squeeze out large strands of viscous pus from the back of her thighs, on her forearms, and from the rotten sores on her waist. After applying the plaster, she scabbed over for two or three days, and then swelled again after a little better, so repeatedly, her appetite is getting worse and worse, and people are getting thinner and thinner, she has recently said to the proprietress that she will not let her be violent in the wilderness after death, just ask for a roll of straw mats, a nameless grave, and bury them with those dead sisters, if the proprietress has a heart, every New Year's holiday, by the way, just burn some paper money, so that she will not continue to do this business in the underworld.

When the proprietress saw Huang Zhiyu walking towards Qingfeng, she was bold, and she didn't dare to come up to stop her after all, Huang Zhiyu looked at this old woman who was quite old and had white hair, and bowed her hand and said:

"The musician knows how to flute?"

The green phoenix hung his head low, he didn't dare to answer, he could only nod, Huang Zhiyu turned around and threw out a burden and gently fell into the arms of the proprietress, the proprietress checked the burden, and was horrified in her heart, she couldn't buy her life so much!

"Prepare a room, and the old man will exchange flute experience with the musician."

What kind of hardcore old fairy is this?

The proprietress looked at Huang Zhiyu stupidly as she stretched out her hand to help Qingfeng, semi-forcibly clamped Qingfeng's arm and walked upstairs, the emaciated Qingfeng looked at the proprietress helplessly, and the proprietress also looked back at Qingfeng helplessly, how could she, the boss of the Qinglou who got up from the bottom of the dust, dare to pull with the old immortal of Weizhen King Kong Gate, not to mention that they paid one hundred and twenty taels of white official silver, and ten Qingfeng's lives were enough to buy.

"The martial arts hobby is really extraordinary."

The doorman who was hiding behind the pillar came over with a look of horror on his face, and the proprietress glanced at him, grabbed his ear and shouted:

"Don't go and tell the enemies, the old immortals are also here to have fun, not to find trouble, they are all like-minded people, don't be afraid, then play music and dance, let the girls serve well!"

"Oops!"

Menzi hurriedly slipped away and ran to knock on the door one by one, pulling his voice to let the guests continue to let go, some bold pushed open the inner window to look, and saw that Tianyi taught the old fairy to really go upstairs and be happy, and his face was happy, and he felt that the high-grade martial artist was just like that, it turned out that he had the same habits as himself, and there seemed to be a lot of talking in his stomach, I was afraid that he was not going to compile the romance of the old fairy visiting the Qinglou into eighty episodes, and spread it out to let the storyteller eight episodes a day, and sing continuously in the teahouse restaurant.

Huang Zhiyu and Qingfeng entered the Liuxian Residence, and the two Oirans who were originally whitewashed here had been driven away by him, he closed the door, looked at Qingfeng, who was kneeling in the hall and shaking, and stepped forward to salute again:

"The musician knows the flute, the old man can't, the old man learns the flute, when the teacher asks for advice, dare to ask the master's name."

Qingfeng's whole person fell into endless consternation, what, learn the flute, apprentice? You are a dignified old immortal of Tianyi, the character of the abbot of King Kong Gate, and what flute to learn, this is not a new foreplay that tortures people.

Martial arts scholars are even more outrageous than martial artists scholars, anyway, Qingfeng doesn't believe it, and she doesn't dare to disobey Huang Zhiyu, she just kowtows to the ground and says:

"The cheap maid is an official slave, and now there are seven out of fifty, suffering from a vicious disease, like a dog of old death, how dare you ask the old fairy to please, just ask the old fairy to have mercy on me a lot of suffering in this life, and give me a happy one, so that the cheap maid can walk faster on the Huangquan Road, and repay the old fairy for his liberation in the next life."

Huang Zhiyu froze on the spot, the people in the next world are not bitter, bitter, but no matter how bitter they are, they will not be like this, he originally thought that the common people in the next life only have two mountains of martial arts and demon beasts on their heads, these two mountains cannot be pushed down, overturned, or moved, and now it seems that for these people who are slaves, the court may have to add them.

"In this case, you teach the old man the flute, and the old man heals your wounds, not as a master and apprentice, but only as a deal, how about it?"

Qingfeng still doesn't believe it, and you have to talk about whether it is cost-effective or not to do business, this is more than buying and selling her Qingfeng's blood, how can there be such a big wrong?

Seeing her kneeling on the ground and shaking her head, Huang Zhiyu was irritable for a while, he couldn't find a way to return to Shulu now, hanging outside like a lonely ghost, unpredictable changes could happen at any time, where was there this international time to grind with her, so he stepped forward and grabbed Qingfeng's wrist, and a hair-thin Luoshui internal force drilled into Qingfeng's body.

"If you don't believe it, the old man will be offended."

After Luoshui's internal force invaded Qingfeng's meridians, he quickly attacked the city, and there were constantly toxins Shen Ke was wrapped in the blue Luoshui internal force, Qingfeng's whole person was trembling, there was a hot trickle in her body, and the three rotten sores on her body kept coming from the itchy and scorching phantom pain, two weeks later, she felt as if she was being roasted by a round of sun, and the strong nausea rushed straight to her throat, she opened her mouth and squirted out three handfuls of dirty blood mixed with a large amount of pus, and came back to look at Huang Zhiyu who closed her eyes on the side, She couldn't see the face behind the mask, but she seemed to be able to see it again, and she felt that the old immortal sitting beside her might be a real immortal, an immortal sent down to save her by hearing her prayers to heaven every night for fifty years, whimpering and roaring in the night.

Three weeks later, Huang Zhiyu withdrew Luoshui's internal force, but there was a trace of dark gold Tao Te Ching out of Luoshui's internal force, spontaneously drilled into Qingfeng's body, and spontaneously repaired Qingfeng's damaged meridians in the order of the Great Zhou Tian's acupuncture points, Huang Zhiyu wanted them to come back, and sent Luoshui's internal force over, but after the fourth week, he didn't find the breath of the Tao Te Ching, but instead wrapped a trace of pure white in Qingfeng's body.

Seeing that there was a faint mist steaming on the top of Qingfeng's head, Huang Zhiyu didn't dare to let the internal force stay anymore, Luoshui's internal force wrapped all the toxins and the trace of pure white foreign matter turned back into the book reed, those black and messy toxins were turned into nothing by the fireworks of the crane lamp, and the trace of pure white entered the flame core, and after being roasted and quenched by the fireworks, the pure white became shiny, like white gold, after circling around the crane lamp for ninety-nine circles, it fell in the air behind the case, turning into a thin round light, the round light was about the size of a basin, If you don't pay attention to it, you will ignore it, but there is an incomparably warm and peaceful atmosphere, and it flickers with a faint light every sixty seconds under the inner gaze, and the ground is extremely strange.

Huang Zhiyu felt strange, it was just strange, he didn't care about it, he retracted his inner look, spread out and pinched Qingfeng's left hand, but saw Qingfeng hurriedly crawl over and kneel in front of him, Bang Bang Bang is three solid ringing heads knocked in front of him, and he didn't look up, his mouth whimpered and tried to suppress his emotions, and said:

"Save the suffering and save the old immortal master, please accept the three bows of the lowly people."

"It doesn't have to be like this, you and I don't ......"

"The cheap maid understands that the cheap maid is not worthy of the old immortal master's disciples, and she doesn't dare to be commensurate with the master, but the old immortal master saves the cheap maid in the sea of suffering, and the cheap maid has nothing to repay, and asks the old immortal master to wait a while, and the cheap maid has ancestral things to give away."

"Why should you be so arrogant! Am I ...... Are Bai Yunzi's disciples so unsightly? ”

Seeing that she insulted herself so much and showed no self-esteem, Huang Zhiyu became angry inexplicably, his right hand was raised, and he lifted Qingfeng, who was inferior like an ant, and looked at Qingfeng who was a little panicked with anger in his eyes:

"You are a person, not an object, you can tell everyone, you are my disciple of Bai Yunzi, remember, you must not call yourself a slave in front of the teacher, the teacher hates this title!"

Originally, there was only one beam of light hitting Qingfeng in the sky full of dark clouds and thunder, and now, she seemed to see that the light was opening the dark clouds, growing bigger, and shining a light around her, they had never seen hope, and could only be escorted to walk on the road of no return, and now, an old fairy in white clothes stood on the road ahead for some reason, beckoned to her, and pointed her to another way, what was in front of that road, she didn't know, maybe it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, maybe it was an endless abyss that couldn't see the bottom, But so what?

I am a human being, I have the right to choose the path I take, and I will kill whoever stops me.

In just a few breaths, Qingfeng's brain seemed to have passed a lifetime, she was like looking at a marquee, watching fifty years of humiliation, torture, and tragedy, and finally, she smashed those unsightly pictures with one punch, and ran forward with a smile, because in front of her, a white-clothed immortal was waving at her, and said with a smile:

"For the teacher Bai Yunzi, come with me!"