Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Hongdu, Qianpan Lake.

This Qianpan Lake is a famous lake that has existed since ancient times. For thousands of years, many literati and poets have left moving poems here.

In modern times, it has become the most famous tourist attraction in Hongdu. Thousands of people come here every day to walk, cruise and take photos.

Surrounding Qianpan Lake is the most luxurious commercial center in Hongdu. Because there are many tourists here, it is very lively whether it is day or night, and the housing prices are naturally very expensive.

But in this place where every inch of land is precious and bustling with activity, there is a quiet and pleasant square house.

This Sifang Mansion was the residence of a prince during the Ming Dynasty, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres. The wealthy mansion with high walls should have been public property and a historical monument for people to visit, but it has become a private place.

Now after several repairs, not only is it not dilapidated at all, but it is even more magnificent inside.

At this time, in this courtyard, in an antique hall, there are ancient calligraphy and paintings worth thousands of dollars on the wall, and there are rows of antique furnishings on the ancient shelves. There is also a red sandalwood incense burner placed on the table in the middle of the hall. The curls of cigarette smoke drifted away, and the smell was extremely elegant and pleasant.

An old man with gray hair but a rosy complexion sat cross-legged on a wooden platform at the top, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and a harmless smile on his face.

The old man was wearing a purple and gold Tang suit, and two charming women in Hanfu were kneeling next to him. One was gently beating his legs, and the other was rubbing his shoulders and back.

Under the old man, two middle-aged men sat. One of them had ear-length hair, wore white casual cotton clothes, and a pair of glasses. He looked elegant, but his eyes would occasionally shine through under the glasses.

The other man had short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He wore a big gold chain about the thickness of his thumb around his neck, and a big gold wrench on his hand. He was full of aura.

The two men were both elegant and vulgar, but they both looked extraordinary. At first glance, they looked like big shots who had been in high positions for a long time.

The short-haired man with a gold chain took out a cigarette and lit it. He smiled and said to the old man standing next to him: "Godfather, your seventieth birthday is coming soon. In order to celebrate your birthday this time, I sent someone there as early as the first half of the year. Find a good birthday gift.

Not long ago, I finally found a good thing that is unique in the world. I guarantee that on your birthday, you, the old man, can drink it to your heart's content. "

Hearing this, the old man chuckled and said, "My child, you have troubled yourself, but I am old and can't bear the power of alcohol, so I'd better drink more tea."

"Yes, yes, tea is good, tea is good." Haizi nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged man with glasses asked with a smile: "Godfather, have you finished the century-old Pu'er I sent you last time?"

The old man smacked his lips and said regretfully: "There's not much left. That's such good tea that I can't bear to drink it."

"Daddy, just drink it." The middle-aged man in glasses said with a soft smile: "It is said that Pu'er is divided into six categories, genuine, fine, top, treasure, best, and orphan. Not long ago, I found out about someone hiding an orphan To taste Pu'er, half a pound of tea cake costs one million.

I bought all the tea cakes for you, including ten kilograms. I will deliver them to you on your birthday. "

"Oh, really?" The old man's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Guibin, you know my heart well. I'm waiting for your unique Pu'er tea!"

Hearing this, Haizi smashed his mouth and touched

His own big gold chain, said: "Brother Zhao is very generous. Half a catty of tea costs one million, and ten catties of tea costs twenty million."

Zhao Guibin laughed and said: "No, as long as godfather likes it, it doesn't mean anything."

The old man at the head put down the tea cup, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "No matter what you give, it is all from your heart. I like it all."

As he spoke, the old man took advantage of the situation and lay in the arms of the beautiful woman who was squeezing his shoulders behind him. He rubbed his temples and said slowly: "Oh, people are getting old, and when it gets dark, they become tired. "

Haizi and Zhao Guibin understood instantly, stood up, and said respectfully: "Godfather, if you are tired, take a rest and we will go back first."

"You're leaving now, then I won't send you off." The old man nodded lightly and said: "Pay attention to safety on the road and ask the driver to drive slowly, okay?"

The two of them answered each other and prepared to leave.

Seeing the two of them hesitating and seeming to have something to say, the old man smiled again and said: "Don't worry, I've written down everything you two told me before. You can just do it when you get back. I'll give it to you later." Yao Chengjun said hello, and everything was settled."

"Thank you godfather!" The two of them were satisfied and turned around to leave.

After the two left, the old man stretched out his hand, patted the beautiful leg of the woman next to him, and said slowly: "Pass the phone to me."

The woman handed the phone to the old man respectfully. The old man had just found Yao Chengjun's phone number and was about to dial it. When his phone vibrated, a call came.

After looking at the caller ID, the old man frowned and muttered: "Why did Xiong Shengshi call me so late?"

He seemed a little unhappy, but he connected anyway.

"Hey, godfather, I'm Shengshi." As soon as the call was connected, Xiong Shengshi's voice came first.

The old man said softly: "Oh, little bear, what's the matter?"

Xiong Shengshi immediately elaborated on what had just happened, and finally said: "Godfather, that Fang Lin is too bullying. A young boy from Handong Province came to Hongdu to run wild. I am on my own territory, How can I see anyone in the future after being hit in the face by this person?”

"Fang Lin from Handong Province?" The old man's face darkened when he heard this, and he asked, "What is he doing in Hongdu?"

"I don't know. I took a group of college students with me. It seems they went to Xuanwu Temple and passed by here on their way back to Chucheng."

Xiong Shengshi snorted: "I told him, I, Xiong Shengshi, am also the godson of Lafayette. If you look down on me, you have to give Lafayette some face. But that kid, huh..."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "What did he say after you mentioned me?"

Xiong Shengshi said angrily: "He said that he doesn't even look down on Yao Chengjun, and Hongdu's old Buddha is nothing. See what he means, it doesn't matter if he walks sideways in Chuzhou!"

The old man was furious. He who had been leaning on the woman's body suddenly sat up: "How outrageous! When I, Lu Jiujin, was an old Buddha in Hongdu, Yao Chengjun was still a little Taoist priest in Xuanwu Temple! He dared not even let me go. In your eyes?"

Xiong Shengshi took advantage of the opportunity and said: "Who says it's not the case? If Fang Lin were to leave Hongdu today, we in Hongdu would probably be laughed to death by others!"

"It seems that if I don't take action, others may only know that there is Yao Chengjun in Chuzhou and not know about me, Lafayette Hongdu!"

Lu Jiujin narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice, "Where is he now?" Qianpan Lake, Hongdu.

This Qianpan Lake is a famous lake that has existed since ancient times. For thousands of years, many literati and poets have left moving poems here.

In modern times, it has become the most famous tourist attraction in Hongdu. Thousands of people come here every day to walk, cruise and take photos.

Surrounding Qianpan Lake is the most luxurious commercial center in Hongdu. Because there are many tourists here, it is very lively whether it is day or night, and the housing prices are naturally very expensive.

But in this place where every inch of land is precious and bustling with activity, there is a quiet and pleasant square house.

This Sifang Mansion was the residence of a prince during the Ming Dynasty, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres. The wealthy mansion with high walls should have been public property and a historical monument for people to visit, but it has become a private place.

Now after several repairs, not only is it not dilapidated at all, but it is even more magnificent inside.

At this time, in this house, in an antique hall, there are ancient calligraphy and paintings worth thousands of dollars on the wall, and there are rows of antique furnishings on the ancient shelves. There is also a red sandalwood incense burner placed on the table in the middle of the hall. The curls of cigarette smoke drifted away, and the smell was extremely elegant and pleasant.

An old man with gray hair but a rosy complexion sat cross-legged on a wooden platform at the top, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and a harmless smile on his face.

The old man was wearing a purple and gold Tang suit, and two charming women in Hanfu were kneeling next to him. One of them was gently beating his legs, and the other was rubbing his shoulders and back.

Under the old man, two middle-aged men sat. One of them had ear-length hair, wore white casual cotton clothes, and a pair of glasses. He looked elegant, but his eyes would shine through from time to time under the glasses.

The other man had short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He wore a big gold chain about the thickness of his thumb around his neck, and a big gold wrench on his hand. He was full of aura.

The two men were both elegant and vulgar, but they both looked extraordinary. At first glance, they looked like big shots who had been in high positions for a long time.

The short-haired man with a gold chain took out a cigarette and lit it. He smiled and said to the old man standing next to him: "Godfather, your seventieth birthday is coming soon. In order to celebrate your birthday this time, I sent someone there as early as the first half of the year. Find a good birthday gift.

Not long ago, I finally found a unique good thing, which is guaranteed to make you happy to drink it on your birthday. "

Hearing this, the old man chuckled and said, "My child, you have troubled yourself, but I am old and can't bear the power of alcohol, so I'd better drink more tea."

"Yes, yes, tea is good, tea is good." Haizi nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged man with glasses asked with a smile: "Godfather, have you finished the century-old Pu'er I sent you last time?"

The old man smacked his lips and said regretfully: "There's not much left. That's such good tea that I can't bear to drink it."

"Daddy, just drink it." The middle-aged man in glasses said with a soft smile: "It is said that Pu'er is divided into six categories: genuine, fine, top, treasure, best, and orphan. Not long ago, I found out that someone was hiding orphans. To taste Pu'er, half a pound of tea cake costs one million.

I bought all the tea cakes for you, including ten kilograms. I will deliver them to you on your birthday. "

"Oh, really?" The old man's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Guibin, you know my heart well. I'm waiting for your unique Pu'er tea!"

Hearing this, Haizi smashed his mouth and touched

His own big gold chain, said: "Brother Zhao is so rich. Half a catty of tea costs one million, and ten catties of tea costs twenty million."

Zhao Guibin laughed and said: "No, as long as godfather likes it, it doesn't mean anything."

The old man at the head put down the tea cup, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "No matter what you give, it is all from your heart. I like it all."

As he spoke, the old man took advantage of the situation and lay in the arms of the beautiful woman who was squeezing his shoulders behind him. He rubbed his temples and said slowly: "Oh, people are getting old, and when it gets dark, they become tired. "

Haizi and Zhao Guibin understood instantly, stood up and said respectfully: "Godfather, if you are tired, take a rest and we will go back first."

"Are you leaving now, then I won't send you off." The old man nodded lightly and said: "Pay attention to safety on the road and ask the driver to drive slowly, okay?"

The two of them answered each other and prepared to leave.

Seeing that the two of them were hesitating and seemed to have something to say, the old man smiled again and said: "Don't worry, I have written down everything you two told me before. You can just do it when you go back. I will give it to you later." Yao Chengjun said hello, and everything was settled."

"Thank you godfather!" The two of them were satisfied and turned around to leave.

After the two left, the old man stretched out his hand, patted the beautiful leg of the woman next to him, and said slowly: "Pass the phone to me."

The woman handed the phone to the old man respectfully. The old man had just found Yao Chengjun's phone number and was about to dial it. When his phone vibrated, there was a call.

After looking at the caller ID, the old man frowned and muttered: "Why did Xiong Shengshi call me so late?"

He seemed a little unhappy, but he connected anyway.

"Hey, godfather, I'm Shengshi." As soon as the call was connected, Xiong Shengshi's voice came first.

The old man said softly: "Oh, little bear, what's the matter?"

Xiong Shengshi immediately elaborated on what had just happened, and finally said: "Godfather, that Fang Lin is too bullying. A young boy from Handong Province came to Hongdu to run wild. I am on my own territory, How can I see anyone again after being hit in the face by this person?”

"Fang Lin from Handong Province?" The old man's face darkened when he heard this, and he asked, "Why did he come to Hongdu?"

"I don't know. I took a group of college students with me. It seems they went to Xuanwu Temple and passed by here on their way back to Chucheng."

Xiong Shengshi snorted: "I told him, I, Xiong Shengshi, am also the godson of Lafayette. If you look down on me, you have to give Lafayette some face. But that kid, huh..."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What did he say after you mentioned me?"

Xiong Shengshi said angrily: "He said that he doesn't even look down on Yao Chengjun, and Hongdu's old Buddha is nothing. See what he means, it doesn't matter if he walks sideways in Chuzhou!"

The old man was furious. He who had been leaning on the woman's body suddenly sat up: "How outrageous! When I, Lu Jiujin, was an old Buddha in Hongdu, Yao Chengjun was still a little Taoist priest in Xuanwu Temple! He dared not even let me go. In your eyes?"

Xiong Shengshi took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Who says it's not the case? If Fang Lin were to leave Hongdu today, we in Hongdu would probably be laughed to death by others!"

"It seems that if I don't take action, others may only know that there is Yao Chengjun in Chuzhou and not know about me, Lafayette Hongdu!"

Lu Jijin narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice, "Where is he now?"