At dusk, the business of Wanhualou in Guzhou City has opened.

In a luxurious room.

There is a person humming a little song, this is the flower monk, the flower monk's head is indeed very light.

At the moment he was lying on a large bamboo chaise longue, eating a bunch of purple grapes.

Next to the big chaise longue, there was a girl squatting, who was beating the leg of the flower monk with her little hand.

There was also a girl next to him, playing the piano, and now singing the most popular song in Guzhou City.

Monk Hua touched his bald head with one of his hands, hummed a little song in his mouth, and the purple grape bunches in his hand shook with the tune.

This is the happiest moment for the flower monk, this moment he thinks that life is the most meaningful and meaningful moment, he doesn't want to drink, he just wants to close his eyes and sleep.

The flower monk felt that he enjoyed sleeping the most at this time, and he could dream of the most guests coming to his Wanhua Building, so that he could earn a lot of silver.

Silver is a good thing, the flower monk feels sad in the days without silver, and in the life of the flower monk, the silver is his second friend.

He has a friend, and this friend must be ranked first, and this is Xiao Tear Blood, this is a friend that Monk Hua thinks is the most worthy of interacting.

The flower monk with his eyes closed listened to the sound of the piano, hummed a little song, and occasionally ate a purple grape, and the flower monk felt that life was beautiful at the moment.

"People enter the rivers and lakes and the past is empty, only listen to the suburban monks pushing the bell, a good monk should stay in the temple," the flower monk with his eyes closed heard a voice, which interrupted the flower monk's reverie.

This voice is very clear, just over the sound of the girl playing the piano, but it also floats naturally with the sound of the piano, this person, the flower monk knows, but this person does not know the flower monk.

Because this person rarely comes to Wanhualou, this person doesn't like to give silver to the flower monk, and this person never seems to carry silver when he goes out.

When Li Qing walked into Wanhualou, he looked at this place with peculiar eyes, there were many guests in this place, and this place was full of the smell of rouge.

When a charming woman saw Li Qing, she immediately greeted her, her face was full of smiles, which was a kind of smile that opened her eyes when she saw money.

"Master, who is your favorite girl?" the woman was polite.

"I'm here to find a monk," Li Qing was very honest.

"Monk, monk should be in the temple," the woman was strange.

"A flower monk, I'll find a monk who doesn't like to live in a temple," Li Qingdao. Li Qing didn't understand why Xiao Tear Blood would let him come to this place to find a monk?

"Master, are you looking for the big shopkeeper?" Although the woman was puzzled, her tone became more polite.

"Is he the big shopkeeper?" Li Qing was stunned, a monk actually served as a shopkeeper in Wanhualou?

"Yes, he is our big shopkeeper," the woman looked at Li Qing with the most suspicious eyes, she didn't understand a little, such a dashing son came to Wanhualou, would he not look for a girl?

This person must be very special, but when she saw the sword in Li Qing's hand, she didn't squeak, this woman is very sensible, she must have seen the wind and waves.

So Li Qing walked into this luxurious room and saw this flower monk in front of the big shopkeeper, this person was bald, but he was not wearing a monk's robe.

"Are you a flower monk?" Li Qing didn't believe it was a monk.

"My surname is Hua, my name is Monk, of course I am a Flower Monk," the lying man did not move, and the bunch of grapes in his hand stopped shaking.

It turned out that this person's name was Monk Hua, Li Qing rubbed his nose, this name was indeed very strange, and strange questions came out of Monk Hua's mouth.

"Are you the heir of Li Tanhua?" said the flower monk.

"No!" Li Qingdao.

"Why do you want to grow a beard, you want to be the Lu Xiaofeng of the past?" Monk Hua asked even more strangely.

Li Qing did not answer.

"It's a pity that these knights are a legend, are you Li Qing?" asked Monk Hua again.

"I am Li Qing, and 'Qing' is the 'Qing' of liquidation" Li Qing looked at this flower monk, and this flower monk had already opened his eyes.

Under the round and shiny bald head Tianling, there are long black eyebrows, and under the eyebrows are a pair of big eyes like copper bells, these big eyes looked at Li Qing and shook his big bald head.

"You are Li Qing, and you are also the young master Li of the Bloody Clothes Gate, I know you. Monk Hua said as he shook his head.

"I'm Li Qing, do you know me?" Li Qing hesitated.

"I know that you are Li Qing Li Shaomaster, but you don't know that I am a flower monk, you are a geek," the flower monk said.

Li Qing smiled bitterly, this person really doesn't know himself, such a person may be known by wine and meat friends, only wine and meat friends like to come to such a place.

It's a pity that the wine and meat friend is very sad today, he is not here, Li Qing wants to know the past of this flower monk, this is an old person, he takes good care of it, and his face is like a young man.

"Are you Xiao Tear's friend?" asked Monk Hua.

"He admits I'm his friend?" Li Qing asked rhetorically.

Monk Hua immediately jumped up from the recliner, and he laughed, "You're a good boy." Li Qing saw that his movements were very sensitive.

But Li Qing didn't understand why he had become a 'boy' again, and he had accidentally become an 'uncle', and these titles were very strange.

Strange names always come out of the mouths of strange people, Li Qing thought of the girl in white, and he became her man, but unfortunately this man was very bad, he didn't even know the name of this girl.

"Old ghost, he really didn't misunderstand you, you are just a friend," Monk Hua waved his hand, and the two girls in the room immediately withdrew.

This Xiao Tear Blood also has a name called 'Old Ghost Head', Li Qing knows this name, an old man who calls himself 'Ghost King', he must be able to call him 'Old Ghost Head'.

The flower monk in front of him always seemed to like to give others a nickname, but Li Qing felt that his name was like a nickname. ’

"You came to me, you must have caught a magpie?" said the flower monk.

"I caught four magpies," Mr. Li said.

"There are four magpies, how can there be so many magpies?" asked the flower monk strangely, his hand touching his big shiny bald head.

"I don't know, but every time I see one, I have a feeling that this is not a real magpie," Li Qing said, Li Qing felt that he had entered the bird forest at that moment, and all he heard was the call of magpies.

But now that these cries have stopped, the four magpies are dead, and the dead magpies should be quiet, and at this time, they can relax themselves.

"Now we can go and see the old ghost," said the flower monk.

"He asked me to come to you, just to wait for this news?" Li Qingdao said, Li Qing wondered, this was an agreement between him and Xiao Tear Blood, why did Monk Hua know about this agreement?

It seems that this person must have an unusual relationship with Xiao Tearblood, and he dares to directly call Xiao Tearblood's name 'ghost old man'.

Li Qing carefully glanced at the flower monk in front of him again, he remembered a friend of the former hero Lu Xiaofeng, their relationship was also very good, he dared to call Lu Xiaofeng an 'old bedbug'.

This person's name is Hua Manlou, this is one of Lu Xiaofeng's most iron-clad friends, they have done many earth-shattering things together, so there are many legends about them in the rivers and lakes.

Xiao Tear's name turned out to be not his own name, because he liked to worship this hero, so he changed his name.

The flower monk in front of him must not be his original name, Li Qing has never heard of such a person, but the flower monk in front of him, his expression is very confident.

The flower monk who stood up paced back and forth in the room, and when he walked in front of Li Qing, he suddenly stopped, "You must be strange about me, the flower monk?"

Li Qing nodded immediately, he was very strange about the name. The name sounds like a disobedient monk, and this monk still doesn't keep the precepts of a monk.

"He won't be surprised by you, he's just a fool, and a fool never likes to inquire about other people's past," a familiar voice accompanied a familiar person, and walked into the room of the flower monk.

The chubby Su Hai seemed to be drunk, and the first time Li Qing saw Su Hai, he would walk into a room dangling, and at this moment he saw Monk Hua frowning.

"Stinky boy," the flower monk muttered.

"There are two stinky boys in the world, but there is only one bad old man in the world, and he is still a big bald head," said the shaking Su Haiyan, who shook his body and shook onto the bamboo recliner.

"I'm unlucky to know such a friend," Monk Hua shook his head, and he began to pace the room again, his steps heavy.

"Who should you still be waiting for?" Looking at Monk Hua, Li Qing could see that this person was a little thoughtful.

"I'm waiting for a friend, it's time for this friend to arrive," Monk Hua looked at the door of the room, which was not open at the moment.

"It's time for this friend to arrive, his knife must be a good knife," Su Hai, who was lying on the recliner, squinted, he just drank too much.

Su Hai slowly closed his eyes, and his snoring soon sounded in the room. The snoring was loud, and Li Qing saw that he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"He likes to get drunk here?" asked Li Qing. The amount of alcohol that this wine and meat friend really didn't dare to compliment, and Li Qing thought of Su Hai's wine cellar.

A person who likes to store wine should have the largest amount of alcohol, but Su Hai in front of him seems to get drunk first every time, maybe his mind is too heavy.

"Stinky boy, it's just a hobby," Monk Hua stood and smiled.

"What hobby?" Li Qing wanted to know about Su Hai's hobbies.

"He never drinks with friends he doesn't like," Monk Hua walked to the window of the room and pushed it open. He looked out the window.

"Are you his friend?" asked Li Qing.

"Maybe!" replied the flower monk standing at the window.

"Now it's time for us to go find a friend, who must be waiting for us in a good place," Monk Hua turned.

Monk Hua came to the corner of the room, where there was a wooden cabinet, and he took out a string of rosary beads from it.

The black rosary was jet black, and the flower monk was in his arms, and his footsteps walked towards the door, and at this moment the door was gently pushed open.

A man came in outside the door, and this man had no sword in his hand, no knife, just a package.

The wrapped cloth is a white coarse cloth!