The night is vast, and people's hearts are uneasy.

The moonlight shone on Concubine Yuan Ming's face, reflecting a little desolation.

"Over the years, it seems that everyone is an eight-general, but you descendants are just sitting back and enjoying their success, but those of us who come up on our own skills are tired and tired, and we have made so much money by working hard to help gamble, and in the end we really don't talk about it at all?"

"But if there is no backer, how can Sichuan and Chongqing gamble monopolize so many gray industries in Chongqing? Besides, we people don't just take money and don't do anything, and now we need someone to work hard, so we have to rush ahead. ”

Gong Qing smiled, "As the old saying goes, eat people with soft mouths and short hands." Now that everyone is a grasshopper in the same boat, there is no point in worrying about those things in the past. ”

"It really doesn't make sense."

The hesitation on Concubine Yuan Ming's face gradually dissipated, and she sighed and said, "My arms can't twist my thighs, I'll join." ”

"I knew that Sister Ming, you weren't a stupid person."

Gong Qing's cheeks were inexplicably stained with a touch of red, as if she was really happy for Concubine Yuan Ming.

"Sister, you don't have to be upset, Lord Zhang didn't let Lingbai work, he asked me to bring you a treasure."

"What's that?"

Gong Qing's face became more and more flushed, and there seemed to be a golden light flashing under her steamy eyes.

She stretched out her hand to the front, and her slender five fingers slowly spread out, revealing a budding lotus flower in her palm!

But in the next second, the pupils in her eyes suddenly dilated, and the whole person seemed to lose her mind, stiffening in place.

Coincidentally, Concubine Yuan Ming's demeanor at the moment was exactly the same as her, and she was also stunned.

One second in the world, a thousand years in the Buddha country.

As the night deepened, the wind picked up in the court.

For ordinary people, it was just an ordinary cool night breeze, but when it blew through Gong Qing's body, it was like a steel knife scraping bones, cutting off the flesh and blood on her body inch by inch.

On closer inspection, these cuts look a bit like the marks of a torn fingernail.

In an instant, the beauty has become a bloody person.

Gong Qing suddenly collapsed in a pool of blood beneath her, her regrouped pupils filled with horror and fear.

Before the lifelike lotus flower could bloom, it shattered into countless tiny mechanical parts and scattered around the skirt.

"Why?"

Gong Qing raised her blood-red face, and the resentment in her eyes was like substance.

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled and said, "Sister, have you forgotten where your sister lived back then?"

"Isn't it Jokhang Temple?"

"It's hell! The smell of Buddhism on your body, I smelled it as soon as I entered the door. ”

Concubine Yuan Ming sneered: "I knew you could sleep, but I didn't expect you to even dare to try the vajra of the Jokhang Temple, I really don't know whether you live or die." ”

The woman roared heartbreakingly, "Longtu told me that you don't have the Buddha Host in your hands at all!" ”

"If the old lady doesn't even have the host of the Buddha country, guess what I relied to escape from the Jokhang Temple back then? Why didn't that bald donkey come by himself?

Gong Qing's face was dull, and she was covered in blood.

"He lied to me, you are the Lord of the Buddha Kingdom"

Bang!

An iron rod swung out of the spur and smashed the woman's head directly into the abdomen.

Cao Cang, who was belated, was full of anger, but when he turned his head, he saw the woman smiling at him: "Now it's going to be the end of the world again." But before leaving, the old lady will slaughter Longtu's bald donkey first! ”

Boom.

Cao Cang touched the ground on one knee, folded his hands, and the iron rod with the thickness of the bowl was in the tiger's mouth.

"Dharma protector Cao Cang, follow the Bodhisattva's decree."

Jingle jingle bells

The wind chimes that greet customers make a crisp sound as the door of the store is pushed open.

This kind of old-fashioned thing used to be popular for a while in the early days of Emperor Longwu, but now it has long been eliminated.

I'm afraid it's just this old-fashioned grate restaurant that is still in use.

The tradition of the Ming Empire is that both men and women have long hair, but most ordinary people simply can't afford to hire servants who specialize in hair care, so some grate craftsmen saw the business opportunities and followed the example of Xiyi to open a grate restaurant.

This grate restaurant, called 'Cloud Temples Pavilion', follows the style of the old Ming people, and the shops inside are not very spacious.

Only two or three leather hair chairs can be placed on the tung oil wooden board, and towels, protective cloths, razors, grates and other objects are placed on the three-layer wooden shelves next to it.

The only thing that can be in the new style is the mirror in front of the hair chair with its own hairstyle simulation and surround viewing function.

On the blank wall on the right side hangs a picture scroll of soldiers, the content of which is the majestic posture of Emperor Longwu when he successfully landed on the Japanese invaders.

"The snow is drifting, hitting people's faces, the wind is cold through the bones, the clouds are low, the mountains and rivers are dark, and the sparse forests are cold and withered."

The stereo in the store is playing the Kunqu opera repertoire of the pre-Ming Dynasty, and it is the leopard's head that goes up to Liangshan on a snowy night.

"Coming?"

The speaker's tone was strong, but it was as sharp as a knife splitting a snow.

He was an old man in his sixties, with gray hair and extremely sharp eyebrows.

He was dressed in an ordinary robe, except for a two-finger-wide belt around his waist, on which the thumb of his right hand was buckled, and the impermanence ring shaped like black jade between his fingers reflected a faint glow.

Li Jun nodded and said, "It's here." ”

"It's not good for you to please."

"There's no way, I lost most of my life in Chengdu Mansion, and I finally survived, so I have to be cautious."

"Then why are you willing to come here now?"

"Now that you've decided to kill, you have to see who the enemy is."

"Listen to what you mean, if the old man persuades you to stop, you will even kill me?"

"Persuasion is not a block, I can still distinguish grievances clearly."

One question and one answer, like a martial artist punching, decisive and happy.

Yan Bahuang didn't continue to ask, staring at Li Jun with a pair of tiger eyes.

Suddenly, Li Jun felt that the temperature in the hall seemed to be rising, and fine beads of sweat crawled all over the vest in a blink of an eye.

In the midst of the horror, the width of Li Jun's line of sight seemed to be narrowing rapidly, or Yan Bahuang's figure was constantly expanding.

After a while, all that was left in his eyes was the old but never aging face, and the increasingly high-pitched Kunqu opera singing voice next to his ears!

The strength of this brocade guard is definitely greater than that of the seventh order!

"In Chengdu Mansion, you can afford to hold a ruler of Lezhong, which means that in front of the Da Ming Law, you have no serious crimes."

Hearing this name again, Li Jun couldn't help but be stunned, "Lezhong? ”

Yan Bahuang said calmly: "Relatives and friends." ”

Li Jun frowned: "Then how dare the Wu family."

"It's Confucianism."

A trace of sadness and anger flashed in Yan Bahuang's eyes, "He talked about the government in vain and became a bird." Under the general trend, even if I am a hundred households in Jinyi, I can't protect him. ”

Sadness is that the heirs are in trouble, and they can't do anything about it.

Anger is the indisputability of the Legalists, and the defeat is lost.

Li Jun was silent for a moment, then suddenly clasped his fists and bowed towards Yan Bahuang.

This worship is a life-saving grace that is happy to be repaid on that day.

If it weren't for the magic ruler he gave him, Li Jun might have died under Yu Kou's flying sword.

Yan Bahuang's body was immovable, and he accepted this gift in a dignified manner.

After Li Jun raised his body, the hidden defense in his eyes had dissipated a lot.

Yan Bahuang's cold and hard face also softened a lot, and I saw him pat the hair chair next to him, and asked softly towards Li Jun: "In the past, Chong'er liked me to clean his face the most, give it a try?" ”

"Gladly."

Li Jun grinned, strode forward and lay down in the hair chair, looking calm and calm.

(End of chapter)