Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 165 Huo Xiu, Lying Unmoved

Luoyang, the capital of the gods, is the center of the world, where three religions and nine streams gather, and countless organizations hide in the city.

They each have their own agenda.

Drunk, when Lu Xiaofeng woke up, looking at the dazzling sun, he didn't know where he was for a moment.

Hearing the noise, you can see the majestic city wall, oh, this is Luoyang, the capital of the gods.

He was on the roof of a private house, with two or three wine jars beside him, as if he had drunk too much, and fell asleep here all night.

Next to it is the Yiqing Building. He still remembers that a woman once said to him: "I can walk with you."

But he fled far away.

I thought I regretted it, but I didn't regret it that much.

……

The beauty in his arms had tears on her face, which made Yang Ke feel like a scumbag.

However, as a young man, he was unwilling to let go of the beauty in his arms.

The girl who left and returned, her body was slightly chilled in autumn.

Both of them woke up very early, and the temperature in the room was gradually rising.

……

"Oh, monk, you are late, my Ouyang...is gone!"

The old bustard wiped away tears and said in a trembling voice.

It seems to be extremely sad, and the honest monk is also very sad. Not many people recognize him. After all, he has not been listed in the name list, and has never been painted to spread the world.

Many people don't even know the White Horse Temple is the host of the White Horse Temple. Even Luoyang, the capital of the gods, many people don't know.

The old bustard didn't know that her sadness was caused by looking at the big ingot of gold in front of her. The monk came to look for Ouyang last time, but he didn't have gold, so he could only see Ouyang from a distance. This time he brought a The big ingot of gold came, but Ouyang was gone.

For her, nothing could be more sad than this.

Seeing a large amount of income, but unable to pocket it.

The monk was also crying, the madam stopped her grief, and looked at the monk in surprise, she was suffering because of hurting money, and she confiscated the monk's money, why did the monk cry.

"Ouyang is gone in the building, and there are other girls. Master, do you want..."

The madam looked at the ingot of gold and tried to persuade her, but in the middle of her words, she felt a slight chill in her body and shivered.

"Ouyang is gone, why aren't you sad?"

The monk asked in a calm tone, as if he were chanting sutras, calm and solemn.

"She can be regarded as following a good family, the one that the daughters of those rich families in Shendu would envy..."

Hearing what the old bustard said, the honest monk realized that he was wrong. It meant that he was gone, because he was no longer in the Yiqing Building.

It's not that people lost their lives.

"Amitabha!"

With a solemn Buddha's name, the honest monk slightly apologized, turned and left.

The procuress looked at the back of the honest monk, a little astonished, and waited for the monk to walk out of the Yiqing building. She looked at the ingot of gold on the table and murmured, "Monk, you didn't take your money."

As she spoke, she felt pain everywhere in her body. She opened her mouth and wanted to shout out, but she couldn't.

……

Seeing that there are a few more swords, especially the Duan Shui sword, it can be said that it is the highest-grade sword in Yang Ke's hands, besides the purple and blue swords.

The rest of the swords are also good, and they are also sharp weapons that can cause many fights in the Jianghu.

Yang Ke was also planning to go to Zhushen Valley or Longquan Villa to obtain some treasures.

In addition, there is a lot of rare metals accumulated in the package, and it must be able to forge some famous swords.

After getting Gao Jiong's collection, there is no need to travel far.

"I will be returning to Shushan soon, will you come with me?"

Asking the girl in her arms, there is no part of her body that is not beautiful, and the crystal clear jade skin makes Yang Ke even more fascinated.

Looking at the girl, as if she didn't want to answer, but closed her eyes, Yang Ke said, "What should I call you in the future."

"Just call me Ali."

Gongsunli.

Cheng Lingsu was listening to Youping denounce Yang Ke, saying that he had brought back Ming Yuexin a few days ago, and now he had brought back an unknown woman.

Hearing her complaint, Cheng Lingsu just smiled and didn't say anything in agreement.

You Ping was just complaining, after all, she was just a maid and couldn't control anything.

"Sister Youping, let's practice swords."

Cheng Lingsu brought his Autumn Water Sword, which was a reward from the palace. Not long ago, Yang Ke's King Xiangcheng was promoted to King Xiang. The fief is still Xiangcheng County, but it will be changed to Xiang County.

Naturally, Yang Ke would not go there to be an idle prince, and just entrust it to Yang Yong at will.

But Yang Ke accepted the rest of the rewards in the palace, such as some swords and property.

Most of the swords that were rewarded were unopened sacrificial weapons, but in this era, they have long since been replaced with sharp weapons that can be used to kill people.

Cheng Lingsu wasn't worried, after all, he still felt a little sore, and he just thought about practicing martial arts well.

As for 【Yaowangmen】, I have long forgotten it.

……

Sitting on the roof, Lu Xiaofeng felt as if he saw someone he knew, but he didn't chase after him.

After a while, I felt someone missing next to me. It was Jin Jiuling. He put a jar of wine next to Lu Xiaofeng and said, "I have no clue now!"

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be in a daze, as if he didn't hear him.

"Do you have any news about Gongsun Lan? I have been investigating the files these days and found that she has been involved in many things. Even if she is not the [Embroidery Thief], she is not a good person!"

Jin Jiuling said to himself, put the jug of wine beside Lu Xiaofeng, wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but raised his hand, then took it back, "If you have any news, come and find me, I'll be there at six door."

Watching him go away, Lu Xiaofeng did not get up. He sat there until noon before getting up with the wine.

Fei Zong came to that dirty alley again, this time, he was alone.

There were beggars, villains, and children, some greeted Lu Xiaofeng, some ignored him, and some seemed to be talking about him.

Walking into that room, Lu Xiaofeng saw the Snake King still lying down, he seemed to be like this all the time, never moved.

The majestic leader of the black street, the leader of the dark night in Luoyang, the god capital, is so miserable.

Lu Xiaofeng really wanted to know what kind of injuries he had suffered.

He didn't talk to the Snake King, but walked to the painting he had seen, looked at it for a while, and then said: "The one who copied this painting must be a swordsman."

After a while, the Snake King said, "Maybe, but I don't know who he is."

Still using the same rhetoric, Lu Xiaofeng looked at the handwriting on the painting. He knew when Yang Ke wrote the poem, and he also knew that it had not been long since the painting appeared.

It's not that the Snake King doesn't know, he just doesn't want to say it.

Perhaps, it cannot be said.

"I see."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, he got some answers.

He carried the wine jar and left, walked around the city, and stopped in a very clean alley.

This alley is very common, so ordinary that there are hundreds of such alleys in the capital city.

The only special thing is that this alley is very clean and spotless, as if it is a crime to step on it.

Lu Xiaofeng still stepped on it, leaving footprints one after another.

At the end of the alley is a small wooden house, which looks very simple but clean.

Lu Xiaofeng broke in, because the door was closed, he felt a little strange when he entered the room, the room was not as bright as it looked from the outside, but the windows were not too big, so why wasn't it dark and gloomy a feeling of?

An old man was lying on a chair, drinking wine. All around him, or in this room, was filled with wine.

All the wine jars, big and small, were full of good wine. At this time, the old man was holding a glass bottle in his hand, drinking with his head up.

In the crystal clear glass bottle, the wine disappeared bit by bit.

"You are late!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the wine bottle, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I'm late."

The old man shook it, only the little wine at the bottom of the bottle was left, and said, "This is the best wine I've ever had, and that's all that's left."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, stepped forward, and was about to take it.

But he saw the old man cross the wine bottle, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't catch it.

"If you haven't drunk this wine, you probably won't regret it. I still can't make you regret it."

"I still want to regret it."

Lu Xiaofeng said, he drank that wine, and only after he drank it did he want to regret it.

"Have you ever drank this wine?"

Huo Xiu's face was a little strange, like surprise.

He also spent a lot of money to get this wine. It is said that a total of five bottles of wine fell into the hands of the big man. With Huo Xiu's wealth, he only got one bottle.

He endured it for a year and drank carefully, leaving only half a bottle. This time he drank it all, and his heart was full of pain.

People who love wine can no longer get such good wine, and the pain is like ten thousand ants eating their heart.

As far as he knew, none of Lu Xiaofeng's friends should have gotten this wine.

Although Hua Manlou was rich, he never heard that he got the wine.

"You can drink these wines as you like."

Huo Xiu was a very interesting little old man. He put down the glass bottle in his hand and waved his hand generously.

He is also very rich, the wine in this house is all famous and good wine, each jar is worth hundreds of gold.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "I don't drink. I'm here to tell you something."

Huo Xiu shook his chair, enjoying himself, and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

"Recently, there are some people in the city of God who need a large amount of money."

Huo Xiu didn't care at all what Lu Xiaofeng said. He said, "There are very few people who don't need money in this world."

"But what they need is probably tens of millions!"

These words made Huo Xiu stop the shaking chair.

There are many people who need money, but [-] Guan can satisfy most people, and [-] Guan can satisfy most people.

Millions, tens of millions, if you need this kind of money, then it's not just one person, it's probably an organization.

As for tens of millions of assets, what you have and what you want to have are very few.

Cha Cha, Huo Xiu is one of them.

Looking at Lu Xiaofeng, Huo Xiu was about to ask for details. At this moment, he heard three sounds of "dong, dong, dong". Then, the wine jar rolled, and the already bright room became even brighter.

There were three more holes, three big holes, and three people walked in from the wall without opening the door.

These three people broke in like this, but they didn't feel ashamed at all, as if they had arrived at their own home, as if they had walked right through the door.

"I usually don't come here."

Huo Xiu lay still, just sniffed the air and said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)