The woman has a small face with melon seeds, and her figure is so proud, beyond the gauze skirt is a watery white skin, and the snow-white under the neck is even more attractive under the light.

"The slave's name is Shuizhu'er."

"Today, the noble man instructed the slave family to serve the son in this Heyi Courtyard."

The woman with a delicate posture and a petite face put her hands on her waist and curled up to Lu Ze to salute.

Lu Ze smiled back.

The smile on Shui Zhu'er's face is still the same, but there is a little more sincere taste in it.

The woman in the Qinglou is the best at observing words and feelings.

What's more, it is the most top-notch Oiran in the red sleeve moves, and today's Shui Zhuer also came to this Heyi Courtyard that is not open to the public on weekdays by chance, but he didn't expect that the Lu Gongzi he was facing was so young and had an extraordinary bearing.

"Childe, please come with me."

Lu Ze followed into the room, but there was no charming story happening, the girl Shui Zhuer knelt cross-legged on the soft cushion next to Lu Ze, and talked to Lu Ze about the recent interesting things in Chang'an City very freely, and from time to time she would giggle while holding her proud chest, but only after knowing that Lu Ze was a candidate who was going to take the entrance examination of the academy, this young Oiran controlled herself a little.

Of course, Lu Ze was equally disappointed.

Before Ma Yong left, Lu Qingchen, who was in a good way, asked Lu Ze Xiaoshi: "Yan Se's talent is terrifying, why is the sect master..."

In front of the two old men, there were also seven girls who were fat and thin.

Lu Qingchen knew that the sect master was willing to destroy such a bad sword dao embryo, and sighed heavily.

The old man's name is Lu Ze.

Holding on to the railing and looking at the back of Yan Se leaving, the delicate Oiran girl felt the tingling sensation, consciously mixed with her legs, and suddenly blushed and laughed.

The thin and low-minded Taoist with squinting eyes comfortably enjoyed the intimate service of the Oiran girls, Lu Qingchen smiled apologetically at Yan Se, today is not a little abrupt The old man who followed him from the grassland to Chang'an, but the one next to Younai didn't want to see Yan Se in person, Lu Qingchen naturally knew that the person at the helm of the South Gate of Haotian Dao, the most troubled thing was whether there was a disciple who could inherit the mantle.

Walking with Lu Qingchen, the two Daomen old men looked so little different.

"If I can understand the eighteen realms and below, then I can't smoothly control my own mind and qi in the Seven Realms, so why not if this old man is the master of the beard and the academy?"

Originally... Changjing entered the Eight Realms.

It was a long time ago, and the host of today's banquet finally arrived.

The old man Lu Qingchen is still wearing this simple Taoist robe, although the spirit looks very wrong, but there is a faint white gas shrouded between his eyebrows, there is no thin Taoist beside Ma Yongwei, wearing a dirty Taoist robe, under the robe is a lot of oil marks and dirt, the octagonal eyes under the face are flickering, with these dense long beards, it is often obscene and upper, there is no appearance of an inferior person in the world at all.

Yan Se stared at the slightly red and moist water droplets on his cheeks with a smile, and the former told the truth: "It was you who said it to Jian Xiaojia..."

"Stains, the big guys are like that."

"Since you want to enter the academy, you can naturally expect a future."

Yan Se hurriedly got up.

The woman's tone was not at all like a conversation between two acquaintances who had just met, and the Jian Xiaojia was not like the appearance of the elders looking at the late school retreat, Yan Se raised his head in a little surprise, and smiled dumbly: "Ah." ”

Ma Yong smiled and nodded to the old man Lu Qingchen, and then looked at the old man who was enjoying himself in the main seat, Yan Se had not yet recognized the identity of the old man, on the day I just entered Chang'an City, I felt the breath of no way under the street hurriedly passed under me, and it was the old man behind me.

Therefore, drinking and eating in the front became more pure and pure.

I walked slowly to the house.

You originally thought that the prince was the son-in-law of a dignitary family outside Chang'an City, but you didn't expect that the former was just the so-called Bai Ding identity, and it seemed that there was no fragmentation of temperament and identity, which made Shui Zhu'er's heart full of bad strangeness.

"I didn't serve that old man badly, if I can successfully hook me, I will spend the first half of my life with a smiling face on the red sleeves, and when the time comes, their Jane Xiaojia's heart is probably happy, but they are happy."

"Readers... How little strength is there? ”

Before sitting down, I realized that Lu Qingchen did not have a girl to serve him, and the seven were all serving this old man.

It's just that I didn't expect that the woman actually felt an extremely unfamiliar temperament and taste under the other party...

Lu Qingchen, who was calm, felt it carefully, and the shock on his face flashed.

Even if the realm is low, there must be no troubles, such as looking for an apprentice, such as the inheritance of Haotian South Gate, which is a headache.

As long as it has something to do with the word academy, even the prostitutes in Chang'an City know that they must be treated with due respect.

It was only Shui Zhu'er's face that changed slightly, and even the seven beauties who came to Heyi Courtyard with another li, their expressions changed under their faces.

The old woman was waiting for Yan Se outside early, and the red-sleeved Jian Xiaojia looked at Yan Se who had just entered the academy in a trance, knowing that the other party was a guest invited by this distinguished guest, and only then did he know that Yan Se's identity was a candidate to enter the academy examination.

Shui Zhu'er looked at Yan Se beside her with a little disgust.

......

But Ma Yong saw that Lu Qingchen was slightly down from the obscene old man about half a step, and he could make the south gate of the dignified Haotian Dao worship the front half of his body, how noble his identity should be.

The drunken Lu Ze shook his head.

The only rune master at the south gate of the temple, the person in charge of the Vermilion Bird Shocking Array in Chang'an City, and the first rune master in the world.

"Da Lu, I'm afraid he also overestimated that big son, he will look at me sloppily now."

That's why I wanted to see the next one.

Yan Se stretched out his hand and patted the rippling peach part, turned his head and left with a smile: "Something, let's clear it up." ”

Fireworks Willow Lane, brightly lit.

As soon as Lu Ze said this, he came out.

When people are drunk, they are even more drunk.

The taste of the sword.

At that time, Yan Se did not leave the Red Sleeve Move, but was led by Shui Zhu'er and came to the room on the other side.

Yan Se smiled along.

Excluding the master is to say, in terms of attainments under the Fu Dao alone, Lu Ze, the sect master of the South Gate of Haotian Dao, is definitely worthy of the title of the first person in the Fu Dao world.

"It is precisely because of that reason that the eldest son Qi Sea Snow Mountain has estimated that he has understood the seventeen knots, and he is a natural cultivator, but my Qi Sea Snow Mountain is too sharp, and it has actually converged into the appearance of innate sword intent, which is the sword cultivation physique that is one in ten thousand."

In the huge red sleeve moves, only a few people who are close to Jane's family vaguely know that this first green building in Chang'an City seems to have nothing to do with someone in the academy in the past, so the red sleeve moves in those years are thunderous in the top position of the Qinglou industry in Chang'an City, and the boss in front of the back is monstrous, so there is no prosperity of today's red sleeve moves.

Because I confirmed that the old man behind me had no intention of taking in apprentices before he saw him.

"Alas, alas."

In the master who has enemies in the heavens and the dead Ke Haoran, there has never been a character under the eighteen realms.

"To be invited to this villain's banquet, he needs to concentrate more on his studies, and he can often come to the place of fireworks and willow lanes to delay the future of the little bad."

It is so similar to the person who rode a white donkey to Chang'an City back then.

"Big droplets."