Just as Sikong Haoran disappeared into the flow of people, two figures appeared where he had stopped slightly, these two were the man who exuded a strong bloody aura in the Blazing Guild and a middle-aged man in a gray shirt.

"This kid isn't going to notice us, is he? The middle-aged man in the gray shirt looked around, and the pedestrians passing by were pushed away by him at will: "If there is an old monster behind him as Wang Qu said, I'm afraid we will have to plant a big heel this time?"

Wang Qu, the young man who couldn't tell his real age, resolutely withdrew from this operation, because his intuition told him that this trip was too thick.

"What's the matter, this is our territory, and as long as he doesn't get close to the Imperial Capital, he can't escape the eyes that I've spread. A fierce bloody breath surged out of his body, and he sneered: "Wang Qu, this waste is too indecisive to achieve great things. ”

"His words and deeds are like a fledgling child of a family, and when he leaves, our people will report back, and he didn't notice anything abnormal within a radius of five miles, besides... We're just asking for money. ”

The two of them quickly shuttled through the flow of people, and after a while, they disappeared.

Soon after they disappeared, the group of three scattered in different directions nodded to each other, and then followed closely.

And not far from the official road, two delicate figures walked slowly arm in arm, one face covered with a light veil, eyes like a valley, the water-patterned green shirt tightly bound to the body, the cold temperament with her steps, the surrounding air seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of frost; one was dressed in a light-striped blue shirt, under the smart eyes, the cheeks squirmed slightly, it turned out that between her lips and teeth chewing soft and crispy pastries.

Passers-by turned their heads and looked sideways, and some even followed far behind them and did not want to leave, just to be able to enjoy the fleeting beauty.

Wutong's eyes closed slightly, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and he said vaguely: "Sister, I seem to have an illusion of being peeped at?"

The light yarn floated, and a whisper slowly blurted out: "Your feeling is right, Sikong Haoran glanced at us from a distance." The soul method he practiced was very mysterious, and if it weren't for the special soul of my and the imprinting of his breath, I might have lost it a long time ago. ”

"This idiot, people are just teasing him, it's really not funny," Wutong's pink red lips pursed slightly, and his expression changed slightly: "Sister, there are two breaths following him, should we make a move?"

Looking at the two groups of people who disappeared into the flow of people one after the other, the beautiful faces were filled with a hint of chill.

"There are at least six strange breaths in the flow of people, these cats and dogs are not enough to threaten him, if they dare to move, they are just the souls of his sword. Qingqiu walked forward slowly, her voice did not change at all, looking at the dazzling decorations around her, and the fairy face under the light veil stretched out.

The two didn't stay long, followed the flow of people, and disappeared at the end of the official road.

In the backyard of a restaurant, two figures stood still, and after a while, three people came to report one after another, and then quickly retreated.

"This kid obviously came in, and his aura disappeared all of a sudden, as if he had never been here, so strange?" The middle-aged man in the gray shirt of the market frowned.

"It's the same thing they found out, and we lost it. The man who exuded thick blood on his body smiled fiercely at the corner of his mouth: "This kid must have a secret treasure on his body that conceals his aura, let's go." ”

Ten feet away from the backyard of the restaurant, the three of them were tightly attached to the wall, and they heard the conversation of the two clearly, bowed their heads to each other, and disappeared again.

And Sikong Haoran, who was tracked, had already changed his light blue robe to a gray robe, his aura was not as cold and arrogant as before, but exuded the elegance of a scholar, riding a yellow horse in the direction of the capital of Gusu.

These people who followed him originally wanted to introduce a no-man's land and wipe them out one by one, but considering the consequences of the matter, they gave up this idea.

Sikong Haoran is not a person who loves to kill, but he is definitely a ruthless person, any unfavorable factors can disappear forever, then there will be no future troubles, but with his current strength, it can be said that it is easy to get rid of the following of these two teams.

The closer it is to the capital of Gusu, the denser the flow of people becomes, and from time to time there are imperial city troops wearing bright silver armor and holding swords patrolling back and forth, and the fierce aura emitted by their bodies is the killing of countless enemy soldiers who have been stained with blood on the battlefield for a long time.

The three sons rode three horses, galloping on the main road of the Gusu capital, only to see them dressed openly, laughing wildly, their grace and freedom, profligate wreckage, more show the style of the children of the family, and behind them is the escort of the team.

As long as they don't cause trouble, the Imperial City army rarely cares, and even if they cause trouble, under the powerful forces or the squandering of heavy money, these things can come to naught in an instant.

The pedestrians around him had already seen the strangeness, although there were complaints and anger in their hearts, but they could only shake their heads and sigh secretly.

And the direction they traveled was the famous Qinglou "Wushan Yunyu" in the imperial capital.

In the dusk, Sikong Haoran slowly rode a yellow horse and pulled out a long shadow on the main road, and went straight to the gentle township that countless romantic characters flocked to.

The old bustard of Wushan Yunyu was also a famous Oiran back then, although the are half-old, but the charm still exists. Over the years, with the rise of Wushan clouds and rain, her status is also in the sky, and it is difficult for the emperor's relatives, high-class magnates, and famous swordsmen to see her.

And today, he dressed up and went out to greet a distinguished guest in person.

The distinguished guest had not yet arrived, but he saw Sikong Haoran on the yellow horse from a distance, the eyes that had been experienced for a long time, and the gently swaying folding fan appeared to stagnate for a moment.

"Master, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and tonight will let you know what Wushan Yunyu is. ”

"This little brother, see if you are still a chick with clear eyebrows, my sister will give you a big red envelope tonight. ”

"Yo... Master Li, the slave family has been waiting for you for a long time, if you come any later, I will be pressed under Lord Wang to accept joy. ”

"Aunt Li, my son has not tasted the taste of a mother-in-law of your age, there are 30,000 taels of silver tickets here, I heard that your kung fu in bed back then was a must, or make an exception tonight. ”

Bursts of explicit voices, the posture of brushing the willow waist, and the charm of light singing and dancing slowly blow with the evening breeze.

Coming here again, Sikong Haoran's mood has a special taste, because this is the road he and his grandfather have walked together, and it is also the place where he met Shi Tianshuo, Shi Tiandong, and Qingyu.

Stompe... Stompe...

Turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the little turtle boy who had been waiting for a long time, threw out ten taels of silver, and walked towards the door of Wushan Yunyu.

And when he passed by the old bustard Aunt Li, Sikong Haoran turned his head slightly, and then was hugged in his arms by the rouge girl who had just come out.

"Childe, the spring breeze is once, thousands of flowers are blooming, and the slave family has already warmed the wine for you, come in and taste it. Sikong Haoran's whole body stiffened, and his head seemed to be stuck in a soft peak, a faint milky fragrance came to his nose, and the faint anger disappeared in a soft whisper.

Of course, Sikong Haoran did not forget the purpose of coming, on the surface he came to visit the Qinglou, but in fact, he was to explore the depth of the Qi Palace, and then consider whether to join.

After warming the wine, come in and taste it, this is actually a yellow joke.

The old bustard Aunt Li's eyes were colorful, and the fleeting qi on the young man's body just now was fully visible to her, and then she gave Rouge a look.

"The little boy is not honest, isn't he a little impatient," Rouge stretched out a slender jade finger and gently poked Sikong Haoran's forehead, looking at the unnatural look on his face, and said with a coquettish smile: "What a handsome guy, come with me, Rouge will introduce you to the eighteen martial arts of our Wushan Yunyu." ”

In front of the experienced rouge, Sikong Haoran is a fledgling, which is not wrong at all, he is still an old virgin who has been guarding for fifteen years. The soul refining tripod continued to roar in the sea of souls, and the "little boy" died down, and the unnaturalness on his face gradually disappeared.

In the "Chunjiangyue" restaurant opposite the clouds and rain in Wushan, two beautiful shadows sit opposite each other.

"Sister, this nerd was serious before, but he didn't expect to be a womanizer, he just came to Gusu, and he couldn't wait to visit the Qinglou. Seeing Sikong Haoran being pulled closer to Wushan Yunyu, Wutong propped his chin and smiled evilly: "It's not the first time that he is so familiar with the road and has a generous shot." ”

"Why don't we dress up..."

Qing Qiuzi looked back, glanced at Wutong, was silent for a while, and said indifferently: "Have you seen the woman at the door who is holding a folding fan?" She glanced at us unintentionally just now. ”

A trace of soul power soaked into the Na ring on the ten fingers, and a message was transmitted, and then he looked forward again.

"What's so beautiful about an old bustard in a green building, it's better to look at her than to look at her sister. Wutong's eyebrows and eyes curled, and he stuck out his tongue towards Qingqiu, and in the moment of his eyes, his expression stopped laughing.

As soon as I walked into the clouds and rain of Wushan, the rich smell of fat powder came to my nose, and in the soul realm of Sikong Haoran's pseudo-heaven realm, the sound of multi-person movement continued to come from my ears, which was mixed with wanton laughter.

Indulge in singing, drunk and golden, all of which are accustomed to here.

Sikong Haoran hugged the soft willow waist of rouge and walked to a private room on the second floor.

"Childe, should we drink a little wine and listen to music first, or do we have a direct and in-depth exchange. Rouge eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, and the slender jade fingers crossed Sikong Haoran's side face, caressing his strong chest, and the fullness of his chest was tightly attached to his body.

Although Rouge flirted with Sikong Haoran presumptuously, he did not make a bold move, but his eyes kept rolling on his body.

Sikong Haoran smiled evilly, a silver ticket of three hundred taels appeared in his hand, stuffed into the bottomless full peak, and said with a strange smile: "Can the rouge girl play the piano?"

"Childe, Rouge can not only play the piano, but also blow the flute. Rouge covered his mouth and chuckled, his head was slightly raised, and his thin lips were only a centimeter away from Sikong Haoran's lips and teeth: "If you don't play the piano and flute ensemble, what does the son want." ”

And at the moment when Rouge was flirting with Sikong Haoran, a carriage came to the door of Wushan Yunyu, and a man with a handsome face, restrained breath, and a spring breeze on his face stepped out of the carriage, and the depths of his eyes like stars seemed to contain enough to tear the sky.

The moment the old bustard Aunt Li saw him, her face was immediately full of smiles, and she walked quickly to him, and said coquettishly: "Master Xuan is here, the clouds and rain in Wushan are shining, and the purple mandarin girl has already been bathing and changing clothes for a long time. ”

Behind this smile, the corner that no one found contained incomparable respect, but it was perfectly concealed by her words and deeds, just like she usually receives distinguished guests, leading Xuan Gongzi into Wushan Yunyu.

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