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Mr. Hong, who was a man of gold, was sitting in the flower hall, dozing off with a teacup in his hand, with white hair and beard, and an old-fashioned appearance.

Fatty Hong slipped in from outside the house and glanced at a few people sitting by the window.

Sitting by the window was a very young man, dressed in a dark red satin gown, with elegant features, and holding a teacup in his hand.

Behind him stood a Taoist audience.

Hong Sihai smiled, greeted that person, walked quickly to Mr. Hong's side, bent over and shrunk his stomach, and said with a troubled face: "Master, Master Qi didn't agree."

Mr. Hong still kept his head down, nodding his head, his beard hanging down into the teacup, and he didn't know it was stained with tea.

"Master." Fatty Hong raised his voice slightly, and smiled at the young man again, showing an embarrassed look, "I'm sorry, my master always sleeps a lot, so he has to sleep for a while now and then."

The young man also smiled slightly: "It's okay, let the old man sleep for a while."

Even the voice is very soft.

Grandpa Hong woke up at this moment: "What?" He was dazzled and his ears were open, as if this would help him hear more clearly.

"Qiye doesn't agree." Hong Sihai still lowered his voice.

"What?" The old man still couldn't hear clearly.

"I said! Master Qi doesn't agree!" Hong Sihai paused every word and raised his voice.

Only then did Mr. Hong understand: "Lao Qi doesn't agree?"

Although he is deaf, his voice is loud, even louder than the storyteller of the master of the fifth sect. When he goes out, not only the people in the room, but also the people on the other side of the wall can hear him.

"This old seventh is too mean. Why didn't he agree to such a good thing?" Mr. Hong narrowed his eyes, pouted his lips, and knocked the teacup on the table.

"Master Qi said that the eight gates were founded by our ancestors, so we can't just merge them here. I'm sorry, Master Patriarch." These words were all made up by Hong Sihai.

Bai Qiye didn't say that, what Bai Qiye said was "no", "not see", "what is he".

"It makes sense." Mr. Hong held his cane, squinted his eyes and pouted, his white beard twitched like a confused old man, "This old seven, his temper is much more stinky than his master's. His master back then was..."

He looked like an old man at the entrance of the village talking about ancient times.

"Master! Master!" Hong Sihai hurriedly interrupted Mr. Hong's lecture, "Let's get down to business!"

"It's business, what business is it?" Old Master Hong remembered, "Oh, oh, let's help, then we have to discuss it again."

The young man sat by the window, listening to the master and apprentice singing together, without saying a word.

Hearing that Mr. Hong said that we need to discuss further, he took a sip of tea: "Good tea." He put down his cup and smiled slightly at Mr. Hong, "I'm bothering the head of the sect, let's see you next time."

Hong Sihai nodded and bowed to send Mr. Hongyang out, then turned to look at old man Hong with drooping eyelids: "Master, your drama is too much."

"I'm not good at acting?" Old Master Hong's expression changed, he didn't look old at all, although he was a hale and hearty old man with white beard and hair, he slapped Hong Sihai's big belly with a slap.

The beating made Hong Sihai's belly tremble. He clutched his stomach and muttered: "I can't even watch your show. It's too fake. If you were the old sect master of Chu, it would definitely be more real than you."

"You little bastard, Old Chu has sung all his life." Mr. Hong picked up his crutch to hit his apprentice, raised it up and put it down again, and sighed, "It's difficult."

One pass of the Dao is fierce, and some of the eight sects agree to enter the Dao, and they can't be stopped even if they want to.

Hong Sihai frowned: "But... isn't it a bit authentic for us to do this?" Pushing the matter to Qimen, Qiye is the only one in Qimen.

"It's not authentic." Old Master Hong sighed, "But I took a closer look, that person is very wicked, it's not that Qimen can't suppress him."

One is fortune-telling and face to face, the other is selling medicine to see a doctor, the third is ancient color tricks, the fourth is dart juggling, the fifth is storytelling and cross talk, and the eight is singing on stage.

Except seven doors, only seven doors.

"Didn't you say that Lao Qi accepted people from the Huo family as apprentices? That's better, and I feel more at ease."

Hong Sihai gritted his teeth for a long time, and nodded, probably not his apprentice.

"What?" Mr. Hong's eyes were very poisonous, and he could tell when Fatty Hong's face changed.

Hong Sihai was afraid of scaring the old man, so he smiled awkwardly: "Let's see, anyway, he is more caring than ordinary apprentices."

Mr. Hong has been doing face-to-face fortune-telling for decades, what else hasn't he seen?He didn't show up just now, but he took a look at Huo Zhenye from a distance, and just by looking at his face, he was blessed with good fortune and longevity.

He thought it was a pity just now, such a good-looking face is hard to see, it's just that children are not well-known, he didn't expect it to be because of this.

The young man left the flower hall, stopped at the corner of the house, followed the little Taoist and asked: "Master, are we going to let this old man be so friendly?"

The young man smiled slightly: "The old man is old, and he doesn't want to offend anyone."

He used a word of righteousness to suppress it. Back then, the eight sects agreed by Jiaxiang were the eight sects. Now the masters of the eight sects have the final say on the merger. As long as one of the sects disagrees, he will not be the master.

"Just let them be so negligent? Should we go meet this Bai Qiye and subdue him? Old man Hong has nothing to say."

Kill chickens to scare monkeys, how good can a paper maker be?

The young man fell silent, but the little apprentice understood.

Before the two of them turned the corner, the paper figurine came back with the word "roll" profusely.

He ran to the young man in a few steps, turned over and lay down on the ground, showing his backside to Hongyang.

Hongyang's face changed color. The little Taoist knew that it was the master who sent it out to investigate and control the news. He didn't expect to be sent back by the other party in this way, and he was about to reach out to pick it up.

The paper man turned to ashes with the weather, leaving only the big "roll" character on the brick floor.

Hongyang's face was as heavy as iron, and several apprentices were behind him. Seeing that Bai Qiye "slapped" his master's face, Hongyang stepped on the word "roll".

The soles of the shoes crushed the black characters and left the Hong family in strides.

Huo Zhenye drove Bai Zhun back to the city: "Do you want me to ask someone?" It's impossible to have a Taoist school like this without your superiors knowing about it.

The concession is the power of foreign churches, and it is also in the old city to make a fuss about it, so it is easier to inquire about it.

Huo Zhenye guessed roughly after listening to a few words, saying that the eight sects were merged, but in fact they were annexed for the benefit, and since then there has been no one golden sect, and all of them have been merged into one pass.

The master of the first sect was a man with a family background, so naturally he would not be willing, and the master of the eighth sect died in the hands of Qingyang, and he knew that he was an enemy as soon as A Sheng said it, and he would not be willing.

Not sure about the rest of the doors.

As for Han Zhu, they didn't pay much attention to it before revealing the unique skills of Immortal Suo.

Bai Zhun looked lazily, he knew everything about human relationships and accidents, he knew old man Hong was playing tricks, but he didn't care.

"I'm hungry." No matter what Qingyang Hongyang, eat quickly.

"Okay, let's take you to eat."

Huo Zhenye brought Bai Zhun to the suite of the International Hotel, Bai Zhun came in with him, and shook his bamboo stick: "Aren't you going to eat?" Why did you come here to open a room.

"There are so many people down here that it's very noisy, so I eat here, it's quiet and the scenery is good." Open the window, and you can see the river view outside. If you are tired, there is a soft bed in the room.

Bai Zhun's lips parted slightly, with a half-smile: "I don't have good intentions."

Of course Huo Zhenye had no good intentions, he managed to coax him out, of course he had to do something, he still couldn't let go of the paper figurines in the room, and he didn't have so many scruples in the hotel suite.

He casually unbuttoned the gown, he was not used to wearing this kind of clothes, before the dishes were served, he changed into a bathrobe first.

The guest room brought western food, fried steak cream soup, and put it on the table by the window. Bai Zhun glanced at it and was not very satisfied: "Where are the desserts?"

"I will send the freshly baked butterfly cakes and small cakes to the husband later." After finishing speaking, he closed the door and left.

Huo Zhenye rolled up his sleeves and cut off a piece of steak with a knife and fork in his hand: "Why don't you eat it?"

"It's too troublesome." Bai Zhun didn't want to move. He only needed one hand to eat Chinese food, and two hands to eat Western food. He didn't want to move both hands at a time.

Being too lazy, Huo Zhenye laughed angrily: "You can draw different pictures with two hands, but can't you cut steak with a knife and fork?"

That's what he said, but he cut his share into small pieces and put the plate in front of Bai Zhun: "Okay, let's eat."

Satisfied, Bai Zhun took a fork and put it into his mouth. The beef was just fried. Huo Zhenye was afraid that he would not be used to eating raw, so he asked the kitchen to cook it until the fat part was slightly burnt.

It suits Bai Zhun's taste.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, licked the gravy with the tip of his tongue, showing a satisfied expression.

The knife in Huo Zhenye's hand scratched the plate, his eyes darkened, besides wanting to eat this meat, he also wanted to eat other meat: "If you want to eat, you should eat it, don't do that."

Don't be so seductive, he can't help it.

If Bai Zhun could be obedient, he wouldn't be Bai Zhun. He swallowed it in one gulp, picked up another piece of meat, slowly put it into his mouth, and chewed silently.

Huo Zhenye took a deep breath, put down the knife and fork with a "snap", and arrived in front of Bai Zhun in one step, pushing his wheelchair to the window.

Bai Zhun's eyes dimmed, and Huo Zhenye was already in front of him. He supported the back of the chair with one hand and the wall with the other, and quickly and gently bit his provocative thin lips.

It was different from the first kiss, when they lay close together in the narrow coffin.

And this time, apart from their lips and tongue, there is no other place on their bodies that touches each other.

It was easy for him to push him away, but Bai Zhun didn't. He was surprised at first, and just as he was about to reach out, he saw Huo Zhenye had already closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, with a tender look on his face, even if he was licking honey on the edge of a knife, he would give the softest part to him defenselessly.

Bai Zhun allowed himself to be moved at this moment, his face was dizzy, and he even allowed him to pry his teeth open, and the two of them licked and sucked until the door knocked twice.

It's the waiter who came to deliver the cake.

Huo Zhenye didn't stop, he kissed to his heart's content, let go of his hand supporting the wall, and covered Bai Zhun's ears to prevent him from hearing.

Bai Zhun chuckled, seeing through his scheming, Huo Zhenye became angry from embarrassment, and simply kissed deeply, entangled with his tongue and entangled him.

The waiter couldn't knock on the door, so he left wisely.

The wind blew the gauze curtain, enveloping the figures of the two, as if they were shrouded in clouds and mist.

The room was quiet, save for the ambiguous sound of water entangled with tongues.

The more they kissed, the more emotional they became, and they gave each other the last breath in their chests. Then Huo Zhenye backed away, saw Bai Zhun's eyes, and grasped the trace of lust in it at a glance.

Bai Zhun didn't back down at all, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth: "You are blushing."

Huo Zhenye smiled lowly, he was so absorbed in the kiss, the bathrobe was loose: "Aren't you blushing?"