He was a nameless, beggar living at the bottom.

He had never been treated fairly, and in the face of countless people's eyes and abuse, he chose to laugh it off.

A dilapidated, leaky and dilapidated temple, a younger brother who loves to read and does not admit defeat, and an old man who "does not do his job" all day long and only loves to hold a smoking gun, was once everything in his life.

Whether he's happy or not, no one cares.

For this reason, he named the ruined temple where he lived "Happy Valley" and called himself "Happy Hero".

He had never seen the light, but he never stopped yearning for it.

Just because he firmly believes in one word.

"If the heart is sunny, the flowers are fragrant everywhere."

But even so, he never thought that his life would be like this until he met the young ranger with a black mule and a sword on his shoulder.

For the horror of the others, he Xu Yue deserved to enjoy the gaze at this moment.

"Are you the descendant of the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife? There is a successor to the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife?! ”

It's not that Shi Chongji can't beat him, it's just that the horror of that moment just now made him lose his ability to react for a while.

At that time, when he was in the prime of life, the little-known Jiang Li relied on these seventy-two immortal slashing flying knives to kill all the way from the mountain gate of the Hanging Sword Pavilion to the main peak of the Tibetan Sword Peak, which could not be said to be shocking to the world, among which the lock god array formed by these seventy-two handles was even more known as no one could break under the immortals.

Xu Yue put away the flying knife, shook it twice in front of him, and then reopened the cork, raised his head and drank the wine himself.

"Can I apologize now?"

Shi Chongji was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists, and bowed down to clench his fists.

"Don't blame the little boy, it's abrupt and offended the little boy and your friends."

Cheng Xi is a stingy person, but the arrogant temperament he has cultivated since he was a child makes him unable to suffer a loss.

"It's okay, everyone is here to have fun, there are so many beauties in Shi Gongzi's courtyard, I don't know if I can let the Fufeng lady wait for me?"

Lanchun Yuan's first-class Oiran, Fufeng, the original name has long been unknown, only know that her surname is Zhuang, in the early years, the family was angry with a big man because of something, so that the male members of the family were exiled to the border, and the female dependents had to enter the teaching department in various places.

In today's era, women like Fufeng Niangzi are full of pens, and at first they may still escape, and they will sigh at the injustice of fate, but over time, they will accept their fate.

Shi Chongji's face was gloomy and he nodded at the Fufeng lady behind him, and a person walked out of the crowd.

The person was wearing a plain gauze skirt, not wearing pink but still having a somewhat glamorous face, she should not have such a tearful look at her age, but her inexplicable life experience and the precipitation of the years made her more likely to arouse men's desire to protect.

"What a pair of talking eyes."

Xu Yue was born at the bottom, such a beauty is rare, and he has seen so many of them at once today.

"Such a light pace, this Fufeng lady is not like ordinary people."

Wei Zigeng saw Zhuang Fufeng Lotus's steps, and couldn't help but have this thought in his heart.

Among the women he knows, the only one who can compete with the lady in front of him is the brewing lady Chen Xuan, whether it is appearance, temperament or figure.

Holding the pipa in her hand, it seemed that the Fufeng lady with a sad face slowly walked towards Cheng Xi and his party, but at this moment, another voice sounded from behind them.

"Brother Shi is so rude, since Cheng Gongzi of Pinghu Villa is here, how can he not invite him to our courtyard for two drinks?"

The crowd made way for a way, and an elegant man in a blue Confucian shirt, with a handsome face and three-dimensional facial features, was the young man who had followed the family caravan to Lingzhou City in Jiangnan to sell porcelain from the Runan kiln.

Shi Chongji's face was pale, and it was obvious that he was not very willing to invite the group in front of him.

At this time, Cheng Huan, the "second son" behind the group, folded the fan in his hand and said in a pretended low voice:

"No, we just need to help the wind lady to cheer me up for the wine table."

Cheng Huan smiled and nodded at her, Zhuang Fufeng had tears in his eyes, and his steps couldn't help but speed up, and he came to Cheng Xi and his party.

Seeing the backs of a few people entering the courtyard of Fufeng Niangzi and disappearing, Shi Chongji's face was gloomy, while the elegant young man smiled.

"Brother Shi doesn't have to be like this, let's go back to drinking and talk about our porcelain business."

Thinking of "porcelain", Shi Chongji showed a smile on his face, and Liu Xiao, the governor on the side, stepped forward with a wine glass and a smile.

"Yes, yes, Shi Gongzi, Hua Gongzi is not easy to come here, we don't want to delay good things because of this trivial matter!"

At this moment, Liu Xiao's face was full of greed, so much so that the corners of his mouth unconsciously drooled, and his excitement was overflowing.

"Hahaha, what Brother Hua said is very true, let's continue to talk."

Beckoning a few people back to the courtyard, the young man surnamed Hua walked behind the two, his eyes glancing at the courtyard where Cheng Xi and his party had just disappeared, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was cold.

Downstairs, the old bustard and the turtle raised their heads, looking upstairs tremblingly, the previous movement made the first and second floors quiet, some men who were enjoying the fish and water rushed out of the room with the futon wrapped in the futon, and just wanted to scold and were covered by the classmates and friends on the side.

"You don't want to die! Upstairs, that's the big prince of the border city villa, the little prince of Shi and the little son of the Pinghu Villa! ”

His forehead immediately sweated, and he suddenly felt cold in the hot summer.

"Do you want to inform Miss Cheng?"

The old bustard slapped the turtle on both cheeks, angry.

"What are you asking me to say? Said that Cheng Xiaogongzi came to demolish the house again? Who of us can afford to mess with these people?! Do things that should be done, don't say what you shouldn't say! ”

The turtle covered his red and swollen cheeks, and the old bustard looked at the broken tooth in his hand with resentment, and sighed softly.

"It's a pity, the Oiran I have carefully cultivated."

Human life is like a mustard, not to mention that these dusty women, maybe one day they die, and there is no one who remembers their names.

Even she herself couldn't remember her name.

Fufu precincts.

When everyone entered the hospital, the little maid sent wine, vegetables and fruits, Zhuang Fufeng gently closed the courtyard door, and then put the pipa in his hand on the music stand, carried the skirt, and walked quickly.

Just when Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue thought that she was going to hide in Cheng Xi's arms, Zhuang Fufeng suddenly threw himself into the arms of the "second son" Cheng Huan, crying pear blossoms with rain.

"This ...... Brother Cheng......"

Even the two who already knew Cheng Huan's hobbies were a little ignorant of what to do about the scene in front of them, so they had to stand aside and not say anything.

Cheng Xi looked not surprised, drinking wine and eating by himself.

"Second son, thank you for relieving the slave family, thank you for relieving the slave family."

The "second son" Cheng Huan patiently patted the back of the beautiful woman in his arms and comforted him softly.

After a long time, Xu Yue scratched his head and couldn't help but ask.

"Fufeng lady, right, you don't know she's a woman?"

In fact, this question is also Wei Zigeng's question, but at this moment, it is obviously more in line with his character when asked by Xu Yue, who is "straight".

"What kind of man and woman, Fufeng only knows, he will only be the second son here, not to mention that the second son is so talented."

Since ancient times, fame and fortune have been like clouds, and only wealth has touched people's hearts.

But what is the most expected thing by the woman in the Qinglou?

The daughter of the sin eunuch, this life is already a doomed ending, this life will only be lonely in this life, young and fashionable can listen to some bedside love words, but the posture is not there, no matter how many yellow and white things there are, it will not help.

Therefore, they yearn to meet the person they really like here.

They yearn for the story of true love in the little talk book, those who can add fragrance to the red sleeves of the couch people, and experience true love even in the land of smoke and willows.

Beautiful talents have been talked about since ancient times.

After comforting for a while, the "second son" Cheng Huan arranged for everyone to sit down, and Zhuang Fufeng reluctantly left his arms and poured wine for everyone at the table.

"Second son, this knife in your hand is so exquisite."

Seeing the white ripple long knife in Cheng Huan's hand, Zhuang Fufeng couldn't help but want to play with it, but was unexpectedly put aside by Cheng Huan quietly.

Zhuang Fufeng, who crawled and rolled in such a large dye vat in Lanchun Courtyard and finally climbed to the position of Oiran, was far from being as weak as she appeared.

Seeing the "second son" Cheng Huan with such an expression, Zhuang Fufeng covered his mouth in surprise.

"Could this be the second son, the saber you have been looking for?!"

At this point, Cheng Huan's eyes gradually softened, and he gently stroked the handle of the knife.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Zhuang Fufeng naturally presented a melodious pipa music during the banquet.

Holding the pipa vertically, Zhuang Fufeng's famous Jiangnan tune "Across the Autumn Sand" is a bit of a river and lake, tactfully reverberating, coupled with its ethereal and gloomy eyes, it actually adds a little melancholy.

The song says:

"Lang Jun is across the river by the fishing place, and the fireworks are rising from every house, where is my home?

I don't know when Lang Jun leaves, and when I know, people don't know, when will I stay where I go?

When Lang Jun returns, I am married, and when I marry someone, I think of you, who is my home?

Leisurely, Qi Qiran, dazed, panicked, what is the scene is my home?

Why don't you see me? Why didn't I see you? I know that you are the only one who thinks about you every day, and you go leisurely to get it. ”

The four of them were immersed in it, and Xu Yue couldn't help but lightly tap the wine cup with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, but he had already brought it in, not knowing that the song had come to an end.

Wei Zigeng opened his eyes, looked at Fufeng Oiran, and asked:

"Fufeng girl, why were you so panicked before?"

Wei Zigeng noticed the expression of this Oiran of the Spring Courtyard, and such a look should not appear on the face of an Oiran who can toss and turn between multiple men, at least this expression should not appear on her face in this Spring Courtyard.

Sure enough, when the young shopkeeper asked this question, Zhuang Fufeng's face once again showed the same frightened look as before.

Just as she was hesitating whether to say it, or how to describe it, a pretended low voice rang out again.

"In front of me, what other concerns do you have about Zhuang Fufeng?"

This sentence was like a reassuring pill, and Zhuang Fufeng suddenly spoke, but his face was extremely ugly, as if he remembered something extremely disgusting.

"The young man dressed as a scholar that Shi Gongzi invited today brought a ...... A monster! ”

"Monsters?"

Xu Yue and Cheng Xi slowly put down their wine glasses, their faces full of doubts.

"What do you mean?"

Zhuang Fufeng's expression was extremely ugly, he glanced at Cheng Huan on the side, and said hesitantly:

"They brought a young woman with cat ears and a cat tail."

"Oh? Is it a demon? ”

Cheng Xi's face was full of interest.

Since ancient times, there have been rumors about demons, but they only exist in the story of the strange story and the storyteller, and no one has ever seen the real appearance.

Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue looked at each other, and saw what they were thinking in their eyes.

"Shangshengjiao?!"

"Two young heroes, do you know the demon that Fufeng said?"

Cheng Huan is so smart, he can see the clues of the two at a glance.

Wei Zigeng hurriedly defended and said:

"It's not true, it's just that I'm very confused about the demon in the mouth of the Fufeng girl."

Anyone will be surprised that those things that only exist in legends will actually appear in front of them.

"If it's really a demon, the two of us really want to see it."

Xu Yue immediately understood Wei Zigeng's true meaning, and at this time, he also tried his best to echo what Wei Zigeng said.

"The world is so big, there are so many strange things, there are one or two things that I haven't seen very normal, even so it can't disturb our interest in drinking!"

Cheng Xi took the lead in raising his wine glass, leaving this little episode behind, Zhuang Fufeng picked up the pipa again, and after a while, a melodious pipa sound came.

When he raised his glass, Wei Zigeng glanced at Xu Yue on the side with his spare eyes, only to see Xu Yue nodding to him, as if he had discussed it.

"It looks like we need to spend some more time in Lingzhou City."

At the same time, another Akino precinct.

Different from Fufufuin, the other seven Oiran of Lanchun Temple except Zhuang Fufeng are gathered in the Akino Temple at this moment, singing and dancing.

On the main seat, the elegant young man sat on it, and beside him stood a young woman respectfully, Liu Xiao, who was sitting in the guest seat, seemed to be drained at the moment, looking at the young woman with cat ears in a daze.

This woman's appearance is not outstanding, even those third-class prostitutes on the first and second floors are much inferior, but this strange appearance arouses the perverted psychology in the heart of Lord Yin Liu of Guan Yuan Mansion.

People always have an extraordinary desire to conquer the unknown.

As soon as the young man surnamed Hua made a look, the young woman immediately poured wine for Lord Yin with a wine jug, while the latter looked at the woman in front of him greedily.

"Lord Liu? Lord Liu! ”

A "Lord Liu" pulled Fu Yin back to reality, and the young scholar said with a smile:

"What do you think about what you talked about before? There are many such women below, and I guarantee that the two have never seen them before. ”

Liu Xiao's eyes lit up suddenly, and after drinking the wine in the cup, she pulled the young cat-eared woman and kissed her.

"This has never been seen even in Jiangnan Province, if what Hua Gongzi said is true, Shi is willing to cooperate."

Shi Chongji is not a person who covets women, he has heard the special cultivation method from the mouth of the young man surnamed Hua.

A special method to get rid of the mortal womb of the flesh and realize the immortality of the soul through the transformation of the body.

"This method was learned by my sect leader in an ancient secret book when he was on a long trip, but my sect members paid a terrible price for this method, and my sect leader has the virtue of a good life, so he really wants to find a happy home for these poor people."

At this point, the young man surnamed Hua even touched the unwarranted tears in the corners of his eyes, and his feelings were sincere.

"Well, most of my colleagues are especially enthusiastic about doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, and I think they are happy to help."

Liu Fuyin wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Singing and dancing are back up.

When it was near, Cheng Xi and his party walked out of Lanchun Courtyard, and after a night of hangover, only the second son, Cheng Huan, was still sober.

The streets are full of people, and the merchants are carrying goods along the street early, and the breakfast stalls are already steaming.

Xu Yue rubbed his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

"If you eat a wonton at this time, put a penny of lard, float some shrimp skin, sprinkle some coriander, and drop two drops of sesame oil, tsk, it's so beautiful."

Cheng Xi looked at Xu Yue's intoxicated eyes, and he didn't feel that he was speechless, he was born in a famous family like Pinghu Villa, and he had never tasted a snack in the idle market.

"Brother Xu, let's go, let's go taste a bowl!"

As soon as he took two steps, a familiar voice came from behind him, with a unique Jiangnan accent.

Hearing this voice, Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue frowned together.

"Sell wontons, freshly baked wontons, enough coriander!"

The four of them turned their heads to look, and saw that the man had a scruffy beard, slightly white temples, wearing a long gown that would be washed white, and a pair of shoes were patched with patches, and his brand-new long sword was now used by him as a flat burden.

Who is the sloppy middle-aged man who calls himself Li Canglan?

"This guy is absolutely following us!"

Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue nodded.