The moon shines brightly.

It's nightfall.

In this capital, there are countless three religions and nine streams, and all walks of life gather, naturally there are dragons and snakes, and among them, the most attractive and the most famous, but it is a flower street and willow lane, called "eight alleys".

This is not talking about a place, but the area around the big fence outside the front door. There, large and small, there are nearly 100 brothels, and among them, there are only eight alleys where the girls are the most beautiful, with high-class appearances and amazing appearances.

Therefore, the whole Fengyue place with hooks and tiles is called the Eight Hutongs.

As the saying goes, in the dust, there are many temperaments.

For example, "red lanterns" and "flower lanterns" are mostly hidden here, and countless dignitaries and dignitaries are hidden here every day, and businessmen and rich gentry linger here, and they can't stay for a long time.

Like the "Boxer Rebellion", the power is all over Beijing, Tianjin, Hebei and Shandong, sweeping North China, all over the place to set up altars, the general altar is in the Tianjin "Lu Zutang", by Cao Futian erected. Although these "red lanterns" and "flower lanterns" belong exclusively to the "Boxer Rebellion," the division of forces is also the same, and the main altar is set up in the "Eight Great Hutongs"; because most of them are women, and they have a variety of prostitutes every day, and they can not only collect news from all sides, but if they are lucky, they may even be able to catch up with some people with good status, get a name, redeem their bodies, and leave this dusty land.

You must know that the reason why the "Boxers" can have such a general trend today is that these women have contributed a lot.

Moreover, these people can not only blow the wind on the pillow on the surface, moan and pan, and be happy with others, but also can carry a sword to kill people behind their backs, booby-trap, assassination, poisoning, and all kinds of killing methods emerge in an endless stream, and you don't know how to die if you die. It's not easy to kill people in the dark, damage people's kidney meridians, block people's hearts, just wait for the strength to disperse, keep you alive yesterday, and today you have to die violently, urinating and bleeding.

A small building, it is really the tiger's den in Longtan, maybe the old woman at the end of the urinal is the descendant of which sect in the martial arts when she is young, or those big teapots that serve tea and pour water are the great masters of which family's true essence.

Some people take refuge, some people commit crimes, and most of them will hide here to make a living and avoid the limelight.

And in this alley, there are not only girls picking up customers, but also "Xiao Song", commonly known as "rabbits", which is exclusively for the pastime of some dignitaries and veterans with quirk preferences, and there are countless other secret doors.

But here, there is another famous one, that is, "Lingren". This is not to say that you can finish the job by just singing a play like now, not only do you have to sing, but you also have to put on makeup, let those old fighters judge their tastes, let people choose, in the final analysis, it is no different from the "Xianggong", if you like it, you have to let others play with it in every way, therefore, there is the saying that "I would rather be a pig and a dog than a play", and the play is low, which also comes from this.

When it was nearly two watches, the lights were dim, in the alley, the sound of the piano was bursting, mostly the gentle and soft smile of the woman, holding a handkerchief in her hand, painting delicate makeup, plus it was the height of summer, and the clothes were thin, only the old and young masters passing by were dry and dry, and their hearts were restless.

"Yo, uncle, you are really a talent!"

Seeing someone stopping, a group of girls immediately surrounded them, and the fragrant wind struck, only pulling the man who couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest to the building.

As for the so-called "shame", in the troubled times, the person who struggles back and forth between life and death is still a human being, but if he falls, it is a lump of rotten meat waiting to be fed to the dog, and everyone is desperately trying to live, how can they care about shame or not.

In the night, it seems that there is no cruelty in the troubled times, and the lights are shining, which looks particularly sultry.

Baishun Hutongkou, I don't know when there is one more person, this person is born upright, looking tall and strong, but does not give people a little bloated feeling, the body is well-proportioned, the body outline is hidden under the robe, as if it contains the explosive power of a leopard, that is, the face is too angry, holding a folding fan in his hand, and he is standing curiously looking around.

When this person went to that pestle, seven or eight pairs of eyes immediately looked at him in unison.

"This master, come here!"

Someone greeted.

"Grass!"

Hearing the sound, the person at the mouth of the alley cursed at the moment, and the right hand holding the fan shook with him, almost scaring the appearance on his face back to his original shape.

Seven or eight steps away, I saw a man who looked like he was forty, with stubble, a dark face, a blue shaved head, wearing a red and green robe, playing with his braids, throwing his eyebrows and twisting his buttocks.

Those eyes, like a hungry wolf, saw fresh meat, and they all lit up.

Fortunately, it is not only men who come, but also women.

"Where did you come from?"

As soon as the incense breeze came, while laughing, several people had already grabbed the man's arm.

These people are rolling in these hook fences and tiles all the year round, their eyes are vicious, and when they see the people in front of them looking at each other, they know that the other party is coming back, and they are half-dragging and half-dragging and pushing into the building.

"I'm from Guanzhong, I'm here to do business!"

As he spoke, this person had already followed the strength of the girls and ran towards the building, for fear that the prince would also come up.

Seeing that he was disliked, the prime minister stared, flicked his braids, and vaguely cursed "a group of sluts" in his mouth, and then twisted his ass and looked at others.

The name of the building is "Rouge Building", also known as "Red Mansion".

Before I went in, I listened to the voices of the people inside, playing and singing, and the sound of small songs, eighty percent of people sang "Big Axis", but as soon as I entered, I saw a group of old and young masters, staring at the male Dan on the stage and pointing, with a strange smile.

Sitting on one side is the stage, but on the right is the girls with flowers and branches, heavy makeup, seeing that there are guests coming, all of them are frowning and affectionate.

Surrounded by a group of people, the man asked with some curiosity and apprehension, "Do you have an Oiran here?"

"Hehe, do you have enough silver?"

A voice sounded, and all the women around immediately dispersed.

I saw a woman in green clothes leaning on the guardrail on the second floor, looking at no more than double ten, with her hair in a bun, she was at a good age, but listening to what those girls called this person, I didn't want this person to be the old bustard in the building.

And this man is none other than Su Hongxin, it's just that he changed his appearance slightly when he came, and he didn't need any profound means of disguise, he only needed to change his face shape by controlling the changes in his facial muscles and tendons, and put on a little dress to achieve the effect of avoiding people's ears.

When he came today, he was bound to wash the White Lotus Sect in blood, and first avenged Old Man Li, and besides, he was very interested in the name of immortality.

It's just that as soon as the woman came out, his eyes changed slightly, and he saw that on the shoulders of this person, there was a white-haired fox faintly entrenched, with blue eyes, like the wind, hovering beside the woman.

The Hu family's horse immortal?