Chapter Ninety-Nine

"I haven't gone home yet, according to the impression in the manuscript, I wrote ...... temporarily"

Lu Zhiming walked into the pavilion, and the Oiran maid put down the pink gauze tent, smiled lightly at the young master of Baitu City, and added a pair of intoxicating pear vortices to the corner of her mouth.

The little woman turned.

Like a breeze that blows away the white clouds.

Elegance.

Quiet.

The big man pursed his lips, looked at the delicate and delicate figure, and the supple green silk tied into a ponytail, and muttered inexplicably: "Sansheng beautiful vinegar, a pot of fairy wine." It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The delicate girl suddenly turned around.

The intoxicating smile at the corner of his mouth stopped in an instant.

The style of painting has changed.

She laughed uncontrollably.

Lu Zhiming was obviously stunned.

Cong Er smiled: "When the powder yarn falls, if you light a red candle, boil a pot of old wine." The little woman sang another song to the son, and under the beautiful scenery of the good day, does the son still feel pity?"

Powder yarn.

Red candles.

Wine.

Beautiful woman.

It must be an endless play.

Lu Zhiming didn't answer, shook his head, looked at Sun Lizheng, the Oiran who was adjusting the harp, and then looked at the young monk of Baopu Mountain who was holding a cup of tea, scalding the cup, and smelling the fragrance.

The young monk looked up and smiled, nodded, and said softly: "

Go ahead. Anyway. Just be alone with Miss Sun, taste tea, listen to music, and talk about a game. ”

The big man shook his head, and was about to sit down, and Sun Lizheng, who was adjusting the pitch of the harp, chuckled: "The wind sweeps the leaves, the passing water has no trace, the light and shadow are like passing years, a glass of wine is a song, the green girl has a heart, and the young master of the deer should not miss the good day."

When the tea is cold, so is the wine. Isn't life boring?"

Lu Zhiming shook his head again, Xu Xiaoxian smiled, and the woman who was adjusting the pitch put down the harp, made a grimace at the young monk who hugged Pushan, and said with a smile: "Young Master Lu should stay, as soon as the young master leaves, the concubine will swallow this young and handsome young man with one bite, and she will not even give the bones and slag left." ”

Xu Xiaoxian laughed and waved his hand at the big deer Zhiming, who looked at the sick body of Oiran Sun Lizheng, who was as thin as a piece of paper, sighed, got up and lifted the pink gauze tent, and strode out of the pavilion.

The Oiran maid followed closely behind.

......

Although the pavilion is large, the furnishings in the pavilion are very simple.

On one side, there is no discernible black stone table, and four mink leather chairs.

A Jiuxuan harp, a plate of sandalwood, a pot of Huadiao old wine, a set of warm jade tea sets, and a basket of fragrant white fruits.

An Oiran as thin as a paper man, a young monk with red lips and white teeth and a feminine and pleasant face.

That's all.

The thin Oiran put down the harp in his hand, smoked his hand in the green smoke of sandalwood, lifted the hem of his skirt, approached the young monk gently, leaned very close, stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and pressed the tip of his finger against the young monk's eyebrows and went downstream, until his chin was vaguely stubble.

She's a little bold.

It seems a bit frivolous.

But it feels like a lover who is close to each other.

The young monk sat upright.

Shan Slender Oiran smiled and said, "I originally thought that only the child of Thirteen Niang was more beautiful than a woman, but now I see another one."

Thirteen Niang died, died on the bank of the Kui River, since she is dead, then die. As for whose hands it died, I don't care, and Childe naturally doesn't care.

Right?"

Thirteen Niang died at her own hands,

After all, it's not a secret, this woman in front of her who doesn't have any true yuan flowing all over her body, and she can't tell who Thirteen Niang is, what should happen today, Xu Xiaoxian doesn't care.

So be it, so be it.

The directness of the thin woman made Xu Xiaoxian stunned for a moment, and seemed to be a little surprised, but she still nodded, indicating that she acquiesced.

The thin woman withdrew the finger that had rested on the young monk's chin and sighed.

Xu Xiaoxian also suppressed the energy of the green dragon that was about to explode in the Lao Gong cave.

The two looked at each other, very close, very close, and their eyes were not a little anxious at the touch of a touch.

Nor did the slightest saber-rattling atmosphere spread in the air.

The thin woman lifted the hem of her skirt again, walked to the opposite side of the young monk, picked up another cup of fragrant tea on the black stone table, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, put it down again, and said straight to the point:

"Doll, I haven't touched anyone for nearly three hundred years, and I probably won't break my vows today. The energy that was stored in your Lao Gong Acupoint was placed three hundred years ago, and it might be able to open my eyes a little.

And now.

Unless you come with Pushan's uncles and uncles in person, among the younger generation, even if it is the Qiu family doll of the Suzaku Dynasty who has raised a heroic and righteous body, he is not my enemy.

My name is Ishiji. Outsiders call me Shiji Niangniang. ”

Shiji Niangniang? There is a Shiji Niangniang who has a Fusumu ghost head knife?

Xu Xiaoxian vaguely remembered the rumors about Shiji Niangniang when the sixth senior brother Lu Youjiao said that the different wood was 'Fusumu' in the depths of the ten-mile peach orchard.

It is rumored that Shi Ji Niangniang in the Netherworld Cave of Hezhou in Xiniu has a ghost head knife made of Fusu wood in her hand, Shi Ji Niangniang once cut a thousand-meter-high stone mountain with a knife, and the Wanjun Heavenly Thunder contained in the Fusu Mu ghost head knife burned everything in the stone mountain into reef grains in an instant.

The inconspicuous single thin woman in front of her is actually the big devil Shi Ji Niangniang?

Xu Xiaoxian didn't believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it.

She saw through the Qinglong Qi in the Lao Gong Cave at a glance, this cultivation, no matter how you calculate it, the cultivation can't be fake after all.

Xu Xiaoxian was no longer stubborn, and simply dispersed the green dragon qi in the Lao Gong cave, channeled the qi to the yuan, sighed, and said with a smile: "I have heard the rumors of Niangniang before, it seems that Niangniang said that she would swallow me in one bite, and there are no bones left, so I shouldn't be able to fake." ”

The thin woman was stunned for a moment, then happy, and with Xu Xiaoxian's words, she stretched out her tongue and licked her thin lips, and once again made a fierce and vicious appearance that wanted to eat people.

Xu Xiaoxian pursed his lips and said that he would be slaughtered.

Perhaps because she felt bored, Shi Ji, a thin woman, straightened her expression and said softly:

"I don't joke with you juniors anymore. Spread it out and make people laugh. Moreover, you, Master Zhang, have also been to my Netherworld Cave and have had several encounters with me.

About 70 years ago, I don't remember exactly, but I adopted a bunch of children, and among them was a beautiful male doll, a male doll that was more beautiful than the golden boy in front of the bodhisattva.

He is the thirteenth in line, so this seat calls him Thirteen Niang, teaches him the heart method, and leads him to practice.

He also does things with this seat.

I don't care if you kill Thirteen Niang, but Thirteen Niang's child owes me, you have to help him pay it back. What he hasn't done yet, you'll have to help me do it.

If you kill my man and take his things, do you have to do things for me?

Little offspring, isn't this the truth?

”

Xu Xiaoxian nodded helplessly.

Shi Ji, a thin woman, had eyes like water, and her slender jade fingers picked up the Jiuxuan harp, and said softly: "Baby, do you like to listen to that camellia girl?"

The young monk nodded sincerely.

Shi Ji Niangniang laughed and said, "It's a pity that this seat won't." ”