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Every bustling city has a night scene of bright lights, and the southeast gate is no exception, the darkness engulfs this dark land, so that all the evil hides, only the neon lights of the dancing pavilion are wonderful.

Three of the Earth Emperor's White Ghost men have died one after another in recent days, and everyone in this sect understands that there is a hidden force that is provoking an Earth Emperor. However, the white ghost did not get angry, and the God of Wealth Building was also calm and no different from the past, and the rest of the gang forces in the southeast gate did not want to be able to sit in the position of the emperor one day, nor did they want to provoke any big shots, so they obviously swept the snow in front of their own doors, and several bigwigs who were loyal to the white ghost were afraid all day long, for fear that the next one would be their turn.

The 10,000 carp building on the God of Wealth Street is not as good as the South Gate Xiangxiao City and even the maid is the national color and heavenly fragrance, but the southeast gate is the most gold and silver, the 10,000 carp floor alone is luxurious, it is absolutely necessary to overpower the Xiangxiao City, the Cailiu night pearl on the top of the building is a treasure produced in the South China Sea, it is priceless, it is bright in the night and covers the bright moon, and there is the name of 10,000 carp playing with pearls. The whole building tiles are gilded, carved beams and painted buildings, the building is covered with glazed mirror jade, brilliant and bright under the reflection of lights and gold, and the most decoration is the coral of various colors inlaid with precious stones, which makes people feel in the artistic conception of the dragon palace in the deep sea. The extravagance of Wan Lilou, in addition to the chopsticks is gold and silver, even the plates are the famous porcelain treasures of a hundred taels of silver at every turn, the treasure tea cloud palace dragon tongue in the eyes of tea guests, here only worthy of gargling, attracting how many first-time visitors here to write poems sigh that the world's treasures are as luxurious as cabbage. Wan Lilou is not a golden building to win the golden building, of course, not ordinary people can come to squander, one night less to say a hundred taels of gold, except for the local tyrant who dares to linger every day, which makes Wan Lilou have another name, the gold building.

The carriage parked in the open space in front of the Wan Li Building, one is more luxurious than the other, this is only a medium distinguished guest, a real high-class distinguished guest, there is a special passage for them to take the carriage directly to the Wan Li Building, no need to show their faces in the lobby. Tonight was a bit special, because a prosaic carriage swaggered into the building.

The night sky was clear, and a middle-aged man in a gray shirt with a black umbrella under his arm stood in front of Wan Lilou, being treated by the caretaker of Jinyi as an old dog crossing the street, and cast a quick look.

The middle-aged man's gray shirt had been washed and white, but it was very clean, his face was also very trimmed, his temperament was humble, and he confidently took a step towards the door. Unexpectedly, this move provoked a cold snort from the caretakers, and it means that you will have to kill blood if you don't know what to do.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I have stored half a jar in it for seven steps, and I will drink it tonight." ”

The high-class guests who used to entertain in the building have the habit of storing wine, and the middle-aged people who have been down-and-out recently don't care about the watchdog's dog looking down on people, and hope that after this explanation, they can be accommodating to enter.

The leading caretaker stared and raised his eyebrows, seeing that the middle-aged man was really a poor sour man who couldn't squeeze a few taels of silver, no matter if you wanted to store wine back then, it would definitely not be able to enter, hugging his chest and throwing away the sentence angrily: "Go away, go away"

Another swordsman with a red background and a black shirt stood behind the middle-aged man at some point, and said lightly: "Can't people go in if they have stored wine?"

The leading caretaker saw that there was another master without a flower, and wondered what was going on tonight, but it happened that he was scolded by a local tyrant for poor hospitality earlier, and there was already anger in his stomach, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "What kind of thing are you?"

The black-shirted swordsman smiled slightly, and said loudly: "There is a distinguished guest who has arrived, and he has not come out to greet him"

The old bustard in the building has sharp eyes and nose and ears to the wind, thinking that it is some character, a smoke floats out, and he smells his fragrance before he sees it, and his appearance is only the age of a young woman, and a small mole under the tail of the right eyebrow is full of charm, she has a good temperament step by step, and instinctively ignores the gray-shirted middle-aged man and the black-shirted swordsman who are close in front of her, but she can't see any local tyrant figure when she scans around, so she has to look at the two people in front of her again.

Zong Yang smelled the fragrance of the old bustard, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was the Thousand Fox Ghost King, and dispelled this thought, he met the old bustard's gaze and walked on the stone steps.

There was no vigilance in the old bustard's eyes, but the caretaker on the side was nervous, but if there was anything wrong, he would kill the black-shirted swordsman.

Zong Yang took the antidote, his appearance has recovered, at this time he stared at the old bustard, the old bustard was actually a little red-faced, at this moment it seems to have returned to the shyness of the girl, and I really want to praise in my heart that there are such beautiful men in the world, it is not the immortal sect of the mortal

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Yang Miao sniffed the fragrance around the bustard's neck, and took out a dozen purple silver tickets from his coat pocket, and the bustard's eyes lit up, because this stack of silver tickets worth 100 gold was worth 100 gold

The old bustard who was in full swing couldn't wait for this uncle to order her tonight, although the age was about to pass, but the woman before the age of thirty was like a spirit, the older the more mellow, but it was a pity that all young people were superficial, and as long as the young and unripe red oiran, the old bustard greeted Zong Yang with joy on his cheeks, and took the opportunity to scold these not long-eyed caretakers, and was about to take Zong Yang into the building, but Zong Yang turned around and greeted the gray-shirted middle-aged man who was standing silently: "This senior, please let me drink a glass of your wine."

The middle-aged man in the gray shirt was stunned for a few moments, and then thanked him gratefully, straightened his clothes, and stepped forward with the black umbrella.

Held by the old bustard, Zong Yang seemed to be uninhibited, but in fact his heart was beating very fast, and it was not easy to cover it up without leaking, and when he smiled at the sky and looked at the carp made of various colors of glass on the ceiling of the gate of Wanli Tower, he thought: "Brother, big brother is really open to fulfilling your dream." ”

Tianjiu, the master of the East Gate Chunfeng Hall, had a beautiful dream, and one day he walked into the Wanli Building to see her. When Zong Yang killed Yan Naluo, the favored man of the Northeast Gate Emperor Nangong Weiniang, why didn't Tianjiu leave because of her.

Walking into the lobby of Wanli Building, Zong Yang did see what it means to be magnificent, and the gray-shirted middle-aged man on one side did not have any emotional changes, just a look of nostalgia. All kinds of local tyrants are drinking flower wine lively, the lights are beautiful, the stage in front of it is covered with brocade mink carpet is conspicuous, and then there are three stairs leading to the second floor. The old bustard led Zong Yang to an empty table in the center, a position that only the local tyrants among the local tyrants could afford to sit in, and the local tyrants in the surrounding circle paid attention to this new face.

In the interval when the maid came to serve tea, Zong Yang took out a hundred gold and silver tickets, and the old bustard thought that Zong Yang should say the best wine and food in the next sentence, who knew that it was a sentence: "Mom, please exchange this silver ticket for one or two pieces of silver." ”

The old bustard fox was suspicious, and the local tyrants around him were also puzzled, only the middle-aged man in gray shirt sat thoughtfully and looked around the place.

"Smash the one at the door with these thousand silver ingots." Zong Yang, who was possessed by Tianjiu, finished the second half of the sentence.

"Oh," the bustard didn't understand.

"Oh dog, haha." I don't know which clever tyrant coaxed.

The old bustard finally understood what he meant, took the silver ticket with both hands, and after saying some words, summoned a scar-faced subordinate and immediately commanded.

The vicious dogs at the door back then didn't bully Tianjiu, who hadn't mixed with the hall master back then.

"Senior, let my mother pick up your wine, it's good" Zong Yang was very polite to the gray-shirted middle-aged man, this is probably popularity, from the first time he saw the gray-shirted middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, Zong Yang wanted to make friends.

The gray-shirted middle-aged man who was a little distracted replied a little crampedly by Zong Yang's question: "I don't need to call my predecessors, I'm just a few years older than you, in Xia Wu Hanqing, I don't know what to call the little brother."

Wu Hanqing smiled very reservedly, and his pair of Danfeng eyes lacked energy.

"Brother Wu, little brother Xingtian." Out of the corner of his eye, Zong Yang noticed that Wu Hanqing's black umbrella on the table was different from the ordinary oil-paper umbrella.

"This master has stored wine in Wanli Building," the old bustard finally looked at Wu Hanqing seriously.

Wu Hanqing nodded shyly, dipped his finger in the tea, and wrote his name on the table.

The old bustard looked at this unfamiliar name, in Wanli Building, she has always only recognized gold and not the name, unless your name is scary, but Wu Hanqing's three words are obviously a white horse in her memory, but she doesn't look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, she wrote it down carefully, and went to the cellar to find it in person after retiring.

"Brother Xing, there is a cherished girl" Wu Hanqing asked abruptly.

Zong Yang was a little overwhelmed by Wu Hanqing's question, and after a while, he replied sincerely: "Yes." ”

"Is it in this Wanli Building?" Wu Hanqing asked.

Zong Yang replied embarrassedly: "No." ”

Wu Hanqing's eyes were complicated and silent.

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sp; In the city of innocence, don't get involved with irrelevant people, this is common sense, so the surrounding local tyrants did not come forward to make friends with Zong Yang like the outside world, and Zong Yang and Wu Hanqing finally waited for the jar of drunken seven steps after half a pillar of incense, the surface of the wine jar was moist and not dry, obviously this jar of wine had been sealed for a long time and accumulated dust, and the old bustard let people wipe it.

In Mutian's wine review, the drunken god seven steps ranked seventh, and in Wanli Building, it is the best spirit.

As soon as Wu Hanqing's half jar of wine worth 500 gold was opened, the aroma of the wine suddenly overflowed, causing coveted faces. This wine is often priceless, scarce is expensive, a jar of drunken seven steps is sometimes scrambled for a very high price, Wu Hanqing can drink it back then, indicating that he has also been big.

Wu Hanqing is the owner of this jar of wine, of course, he pours the wine, bowl by bowl, Zong Yang sighed in his heart, this bowl drank fifty taels of gold in his stomach, if he returned to the time when he lived in the Xingtian Taoist Temple, the master who didn't even touch the silver ingots of the full two is estimated to be so extravagant even in his dreams.

The two drank in silence, although the wine was good, but Zong Yang was not very happy. Talk about wine, put wine in the front and talk about it in the back, and the most important thing in drinking is who to drink with.

After drinking the fifth and last bowl, Wu Hanqing's eyes finally shone brightly, and he said earnestly to Zongyang: "Brother Xing, cherish the person in front of you." ”

Zong Yang nodded, and watched Wu Hanqing leave with the black umbrella again.

Somehow, Zong Yang felt the tragic meaning of the swordsman's gone.

The meeting of Pingshui is fate, Zong Yang's thoughts are still rippling with the ripples left by Wu Hanqing, and Wan Lilou is the highlight of tonight, and an Oiran leads the Qing Dynasty to appear, kicking off the prelude to tonight's spring dawn.

Zong Yang leaned on the table with his hands on his cheeks, drank four bowls and a half drunken seven steps, and with three points of drunkenness, he who was already showing evil spirits would become more and more charming.

The Oiran Water Peony took a panoramic view of the audience, and in an instant, the peach blossom eyes were startled, and all his eyes fell on Zong Yang in the center. At this time, the lights in the hall dimmed, and the musician began to play music, she danced with her water sleeves, but the soul was already in Zongyang, the southeast gate of the huge innocent city, and it was the first time she had seen such a handsome man. The woman is the one who pleases herself, and she dances for the one who pleases herself, the water peony can't help but come to Zong Yang's side, and the old bustard in the distance scolds him for losing money when he sees this move.

What shocked the audience the most was that the water peony water sleeve waved, and the ownerless foxtail flower card appeared in his mouth.

As long as Zong Yang takes it, Wan Lilou Oiran will pick it at will tonight, of course, Shui Peony is confident that Zong Yang will only choose her. In terms of posture and age, who can suppress her in the Oiran Even if it is the popular number one Showa, it only relies on seniority to beat her, and the bustard has promised, and the next number one is none other than her.

It's a pity that although Zong Yang made eye contact with the water peony, he didn't move for a long time.

A few days ago, on Lingqi Street, it was she who spurned Zong Yang after the disguise.

The dance gradually stopped, and the water peony holding the flower card had no choice but to return to the stage, and the complaining far-sighted Zong Yang.

The lights turned on, and the eighteen Oiran of Wanli Tower appeared in the midst of thousands of calls, and they were all carefully dressed, like a Xuannu descending to earth. There are a total of twenty-one Oiran in Wan Lilou, all named after koi, but a few days ago, the original head of the water hibiscus and the little Yama died in the suburban cemetery, and the name of the water hibiscus is still empty, and another Oiran red writing has been directly taken away by a big man.

Zong Yang, who stands out from the crowd, is about to be stared at by the eyes of the nineteen oirans on the stage, which is of course also a scene of Tianjiu's fantasy, but it was interpreted to the extreme by Zong Yang.

The old bustard appeared in a burst of laughter, and after talking nonsense, he went straight to the point, and said in a harmonious voice: "Except for Showa who was opened by Qin Ye tonight, the rest of the girls have no owner, and I hope that the masters will pity the fragrance and cherish the jade and spend tonight together." ”

Opening the dragon gate is the jargon of Wan Lilou, which means to spend ten times the price to directly contract a certain Oiran.

"I want Showa," Zong Yang shouted directly.

The beautiful woman in red who stood at the top of the stage had a larger curvature of her mouth.

A middle-aged man sitting in the audience was dissatisfied: "This brother, everything is important to come first come, first come, open the dragon gate is to open the dragon gate, no matter how much money you throw, it is useless"

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It is Qin Ye, of course, he is weak in Zongyang's financial resources.

Zong Yang poured half a bowl of drunken seven steps, got up and put it in his pocket, jumped onto the stage in front of everyone, and asked the old bustard who was calculating how much he could open his mouth tonight: "Mom, which one is Showa?"

Tonight, he had to take over Showa.

The beautiful woman in red came out of the ranks, bowed down and said softly: "The slave family is." ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly, walked straight forward, and when he passed by Showa, his right hand in his pocket took her hand and was about to go upstairs.

"What kind of truth is this" Qin Ye was embarrassed in front of the public, and his anger was revealed.

A sword came out of its sheath, and it turned into a big black sword in the air, flying in front of Qin Ye in an instant.

"I never talk nonsense about problems that can be solved with the sword, and of course, I never reason with people who don't need to be reasonable." Zong Yang pulled the wind and dropped this sentence.

Qin Ye is like that deflated skin, he can resist such a big sword, and his strength is already in front of him.

The scene was silent, the old bustard hurriedly rounded the field, she didn't care about any rules, if she was rich, she was the master, as for this obviously inferior Qin Ye, it would be fine to go down the steps.

After walking around and coming to the Showa room on the fifth floor, Zong Yang's first sentence after sitting down was: "I came to talk to you on behalf of my brother." ”

Showa was holding wine, and when he heard this, his eyes were shocked.

Zong Yang didn't notice Showa's strange appearance, but secretly let the insect crawl out of his sleeve, and the insect nodded on Zong Yang's index finger and crawled to the table, and then crawled to the ground along the foot of the table, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Coming to Wan Lilou, the dream of the crow is to push the boat down the river, but Zong Yang's real purpose is for the person on the list. If the little king of Yama is the left arm of the white ghost, then this person is the right arm, and his name is Gu Yan. After the death of three Ten Directions Dao Jun in succession, among the white ghosts, only Gu Yan dared to shout who dared to kill him, tonight Gu Yan's whereabouts secretly came to Wanli Tower to find Oiran Hongshu, which was in line with Zong Yang's intentions, and the room where Gu Yan and Hongshu were located was next door to Showa.

Showa sat down after pouring wine, and asked pretending to be unclear: "I don't know who my brother's brother is"

Zong Yang suddenly thought of Wu Hanqing's sentence to cherish the person in front of him, so he changed his mind, ignoring the crow's explanation that he wanted to forget the rivers and lakes, and smiled slightly: "A person who likes you." ”

This Showa, who was not Showa, already knew that the person Zong Yang was referring to was a crow, but she still pretended to be flattered and asked urgently: "Can you tell the slave family his honorific name?"

Zong Yang shook his head and said nothing.

Showa tacitly revealed the matter, and asked with a smile while lighting the incense burner and incense: "Ye shouldn't be from the City of Innocence?"

"Yes." Zong Yang was concerned about the movement next door and nodded.

"I used to stay in the door" Showa's pair of charming eyes were mixed with yin, which would make Zong Yang stare at Zong Yang with his hands on his cheeks.

Zong Yang's expression was unwavering, and he asked lightly: "How does the girl know?"

Showa smiled quite amorous and replied mischievously: "I won't tell you." ”

Zong Yang drank wine by himself, and Showa went to the bath to prepare, she seemed to be sprinkling flower petals into the bath, but her heart was full of thoughts. Because she sent someone to follow the true Showa who returned to the southeast gate, she continued to follow the three brothers of Zongyang by the way, although the three brothers of Zongyang acted cautiously, it was not difficult for her to deduce that they assassinated the white ghost's subordinates, and what shocked her even more was that Zong Yang, who had recovered his original appearance among the three, turned out to be an old acquaintance, and he also had a great relationship with Tianjiu, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her.

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There was a sudden loud bang next door, and someone made a move.

"Come and save me," someone yelled hoarsely.

"Fool" Showa cursed secretly, turned his head to look at Zong Yang, but saw that the latter was calm and calm, and smiled confidently. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.