small rivers and lakes

"Let's go in and take a look too." Le Wuyou strode forward. In front of the gate of the carved beams and painted buildings, there were a few lazy strong men sitting or lying on the ground. Seeing him coming, they didn't even move, just messed up Basking in the sun.

Standing inside the door was a pretty little servant girl, wearing a pink coat and red skirt with flat buns, and stopped Le Wuyou with a smile: "This young master looks strange."

"The first time is raw, the second time is familiar, next time I come again, you will not look unfamiliar." Le Wuyou said, but in his heart he thought of Xie Qingwei who went in first, and secretly cursed: It seems that this is not the first time this demon way Visit the comfort zone?He is not afraid of self-destruction Daoji!

The little servant girl smiled without showing her teeth, but her words were very tricky: "Then please come again next time, Master."

Le Wuyou was surprised, she didn't expect that this little servant girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, but her temper was very violent, so she couldn't help laughing: "Then if I force my way in."

"That's impossible."

"Oh?" Le Wuyou rubbed his chin and muttered, "I look so refined?"

The little servant girl smiled and said, "Young master is a master of martial arts at first glance, so the slave family can't stop it, but as the saying goes, there are always reasons for things to happen, you can't just come here on purpose to find trouble, right?"

"of course not……"

"My family is blind, so I can't see the origin of your master's martial arts," the little maid said with a smile. Feeling sorry for my slave family, the young master should also take care of his own face, right?"

It's Yingwei and a family, a few high hats are sent up without money, and Le Wuyou's idea of ​​breaking in is immediately given up--everyone said that this is what it is, if he insists on breaking in again, wouldn't it be shameless?

"It seems that I can't break into this non-mingxiandu," Le Wuyou said in frustration, shook his head and turned around, and said to Zhong Yi, "If that's the case, then let's go."

Zhong Yi didn't say yes or no, and followed behind him with a smile.

"Hey..." The little maid apparently didn't expect him to be so easily dismissed, and was stunned for a moment.

But Le Wuyou walked around the street outside the door unhurriedly with square steps, then turned around, and appeared in front of her again with a radiant look, and said with a smile: "We are strangers for the first time, and we meet each other again." Familiar, girl, is it unfamiliar to me?"

"You!" The little maid gasped, her brows were erected, "You're teasing me!"

With a cry of exclamation, the strong men who were lying outside the door basking in the sun started to fight one after another, their eyes were fierce, their big palm-like hands clattered, and they surrounded them eagerly.

"Okay, let's stop playing." Zhong Yi clicked his tongue, flicked his fingers, and a golden pearl the size of a fingernail flew into the palm of the little maid.

As soon as the little maid put the pearl into her sleeve, she immediately laughed enthusiastically: "My family has no eyes, and I didn't know that the distinguished guest was coming, please come inside..."

The two walked into Buming Xiandu, and felt a heat wave as soon as they entered the door. It was nearly the twelfth lunar month, and the northern wind was howling, with dead leaves flying, but the building was as warm as spring. The wall is full of fragrance, the singers dance in colorful clothes and dance elegantly, and the guests are all drunk, singing and dancing, sweating.

"It really is a comfortable place," Le Wuyou leaned into Zhong Yi's ear, and asked with a smile, "City Lord Zhongli has been here?"

"Uh..." Zhong Yi's eyes drifted a little, he swallowed his saliva, and tried his best to calm down, "Many years ago, I came here for business... Well, once or twice."

Le Wuyou glanced at him.

Zhong Yi changed his words: "Probably... three or four times."

"Huh?" Le Wuyou froze for a moment, then turned to stare into his eyes.

There was a strange gleam in Zhong Yi's phoenix eyes, and she licked her lips: "Only five or six times."

The smile on Le Wuyou's face turned cold: "How many times?"

Zhong Yi silently pulled up his sleeves to cover his face, and a dull voice came from behind the thick sleeves: "It's too many to count."

Le Wuyou: "..."

Hearing a helpless sigh in his ear, Zhong Yi put down his sleeves, took his hand, and said seriously: "I swear, it's all for official business!"

"Go away," Le Wuyou shook him off, and couldn't help laughing, "What's the big deal, look at you, a few years ago you were young, young and ambitious, the most important thing is to call friends , When you are reckless and frivolous, what is so strange about going in and out of Yeyou? Besides, you even opened a kiln in Chang'an..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt blessed and grabbed Zhong Yi's hand, "Is it possible... also..."

Zhong Yi nodded shyly.

Le Wuyou laughed suddenly: "When you entered the door just now, was that pearl you threw to the maidservant a token? I've never seen you use pearls instead of money."

Zhong Yi smiled and nodded again.

Le Wuyou raised his head and looked at the tall building, and saw the resplendent gold and jade, the Bei Que Pearl Palace, the charcoal red stove, and the incense sandalwood. After turning around, he raised his hand to hook his chin, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that. You actually have a bit of a family business, but I just can't figure it out, how can Zhongli have a special liking for opening a brothel because of his celestial appearance?"

Zhong Yi said: "The most well-informed place in the world is the place where fish and dragons are mixed."

"Such as brothels and casinos?"

"And here, there are both," Zhong Yi smiled and patted his head, "Ayou is really smart."

Le Wuyou stared: "You..."

"After you fell off the cliff back then," Zhong Yi snapped, "Everyone said that you were dead, but I didn't believe it. I set up a news network in the giant cities of the world like Chang'an and Luoyang to find your trace."

Le Wuyou opened his mouth, his heart seemed to be filled with spring water, and a sense of warmth rose up. He was both happy and distressed. He glanced at him, turned his eyes to the side, snorted, but didn't speak again.

Zhong Yi laughed, took out a golden pearl from his bosom, and embedded it in his bun: "I will wear flowers for you, my husband."

"Nonsense!" Le Wuyou touched the big round pearl on the bun, but did not take it off.

Zhong Yi summoned the steward of Buming Xiandu, held a folding fan casually in his palm, and asked lightly, "Did a white-clothed Taoist come here just now?"

The steward reacted very quickly, and immediately said: "The shopkeeper is talking about Xie Qingwei, the sword master of Punishing Evil?"

"Where did he go?" Le Wuyou asked anxiously.

The steward's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that he had a very close relationship with Zhong Yi, so he smiled enthusiastically and said, "Then Daoist Xie asked the villain to look for something many years ago, and I found it today, but it was only at the auction, so after the Taoist came in Then I went straight to the Liuli Cave."

The Liuli Cave is an extremely hidden place in Buming Immortal Capital. Le Wuyou walked through the corridor with nine bends and eighteen bends at will, and stepped into a door. Red candles illuminate the entire golden palace and jade tower, and you can see incense burning on a treasure tripod and purple mist rippling, just like the scene of a heavenly palace.

It's a black market.

When the two came in, there was a beautiful woman hanging on the stage, wearing only an extremely fragrant red apron, which was wet with fragrant sweat, tightly wrapped around Linglong's body, two small holes were cut out in the apron as the chest, revealing Two touches of attractive tender red, each embellished with a bright pearl...

Le Wuyou touched her bun subconsciously.

"You are different from him." Zhong Yi said suddenly.

While talking, Le Wuyou had already taken the pearls from the bun and played with her fingertips. The thumb-sized pearls shone with golden light, and they were so beautiful under the light. She asked casually, "What's the difference?"

"I found this golden bead from overseas, and it is priceless."

Le Wuyou had a half-smile but not a smile: "What does the shopkeeper mean, that he is worth a little more than the male prostitute on the stage?"

"Ridiculous!" The smile on Zhong Yi's face disappeared suddenly, and he frowned and stared at him, a trace of invisible anger floated in his eyes, but he pressed it down as hard as he could, and said in a deep voice, "Le Wuyou, are you idle?" Need to panic?"

Le Wuyou was taken aback: "What?"

A shadow leaned over, Le Wuyou couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, subconsciously dodged backwards, but was caught by a pair of fingers like iron hoops, and then Zhong Yi's calm voice rang in his ears: "If you say this kind of heart-killing thing again I don't mind letting you know how angry I am."

Le Wuyou slightly turned his face to the side, and saw his quiet face, his lacquer-like eyes were like sea water in the dark night, the surface was calm, but the undercurrent was raging.

The two looked at each other, Le Wuyou suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

Zhong Yi grabbed his wrist like a gust of wind: "What are you doing?"

"I smashed that bitch."

"..." Zhong Yi was startled, then shook his head helplessly, and sighed with a hint of worry and a smile.

"What you said just now is really stupid, Ah Jue, it's not that I don't know your intentions, it's all my fault." Le Wuyou had never seen him so frustrated, his heart felt as if he had been hit by a poisonous arrow, and the numbness was unbearable , said in a low voice, "I've already made a mistake."

Zhong Yi has been low-key for several months, and now that he is right, he suddenly gets up, snatches the golden pearl from his hand, looks down, and puts it into his arms: "If you don't want it, then Pay me back."

Le Wuyou was miserable, but she knew she was wrong, so she could only take Zhong Yi's hand and say flatteringly: "Who says I don't want it, I like it very much, good Jue, give it to me."

"No, you are too hateful."

Le Wuyou stared: "What's wrong with me?"

"You are hateful everywhere!" Zhong Yi said solemnly, "It is the most hateful thing to pick on me by deliberately saying stupid things."

"Okay, okay, I'm hateful, I'm the most hateful, Ah Jue is the best," Le Wuyou said with a smile, "Give me that golden bead."

Zhong Yi said seriously: "If you say no, you won't give it. How can you cheat such a precious gold pearl away with a few sweet words?"

Le Wuyou was so blocked that his heart ached, he hummed: "If you don't give it to me, who else do you want to give it to?"

"...That can't be given to you right now," Zhong Yi said, "otherwise, wouldn't I lose face?"

Le Wuyou laughed: "If you don't give it now, when will you give it?"

Zhong Yi approached him, licked his small earlobe lightly, lowered her voice and chuckled softly: "Naturally... at night." After finishing speaking, she passed by him and walked towards a precious red sandalwood seat Chair, sat down.

Le Wuyou's cheeks were slightly hot, and she walked over and sat beside him.

The beauty on the stage had already been auctioned off by a customer at a high price of 300 taels of silver. Two servants came up carrying a sword stand. Le Wuyou tilted his head and was about to chat with Zhong Yi when he glanced at the sword stand from the corner of his eye. After being stunned for a moment, Huo Di stood up.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Yi followed his gaze and saw a long bronze sword on the sword stand. The edge was hidden in the ebony sheath, and the hilt was wrapped with shark skin. Just looking at it, the words "big tricks don't work" immediately popped up in my mind.

Although a sword is a good sword, it is only a good sword.

However, Le Wuyou kept staring at the stage, his bright eyes almost oozing blood, two words rolled on the tip of his tongue, overflowing his teeth: "Du, deer."

"This is actually Chai Kaiyang's sword alone deer?" Zhong Yi was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that the two of them broke into the Longmen Jiange with great effort, only to find that the Dulu sword had disappeared, and couldn't help but say to himself "Why did it appear here?"

A woman dressed as a bawd came up to the stage, holding a handkerchief and covering her lips with a smile, she smacked her broken voice, probably trying to make an oriole come out of the valley, but unexpectedly she made it look like a vulture descending a mountain Yes, it gives goosebumps.

"Hey, gentlemen, if you want to talk about today's highlight, it's our unparalleled sword. You are all famous martial arts heroes. Once you open your eyes, you know that our sword is not ordinary..."

Le Wuyou sat down, lowered her eyes to think for a moment, then suddenly turned her head: "Ah Jue, I want that sword."

"Okay." Zhong Yi nodded.

While speaking, the auction had already started, and the madam was quite discerning, and the asking price was 500 taels, which was 200 taels higher than the transaction price of the beauty just now, which shows how valuable this sword is.

With a flick of his finger, Zhong Yi knocked out a small pearl, summoned the steward of Liuli Grotto, pointed to the long sword on the sword stand and ordered a few words, the steward nodded and left.

The auction is still going on, and after ten bids, the price has been raised to 3000 taels. A young man in brocade clothes, leaning against the red and nestling in the emerald green, took a piece of citrus from the concubine's hand, and shouted inarticulately: "Three thousand 100 taels!" two."

All the bidders died down, and 3000 taels for such a bronze sword, which was not a divine weapon, was not worth it.

Young Master Jin Yi proudly fed his concubine a glass of fine wine, as if he had already won.

At this time, an unhurried voice suddenly sounded from the shadow behind him: "4000 taels."

"Bah, who the hell is this? Dare to bid with me?" Mr. Jinyi cursed, spat out an orange seed, and said loudly, "Four thousand and one hundred taels."

The voice hesitated for a moment, then rang: "5000 taels."

"Five thousand and 100 taels!" Young Master Jin Yi slapped the table vigorously and yelled, "No matter how much he pays, I will pay 100 taels more than him!"

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone gloated and waited to hear how the voice would respond, but after waiting for half a stick of incense, the other party did not make another sound.

Young Master Jin Yi was triumphant, chewing on the citrus: "Calling you crazy? Grabbing something from me? Believe it or not, I will smash you to death with money!"

Just when he thought he had the winning ticket, the voice came from the crowd again, clean and fresh, like the voice of jade: "The poor man is shy, and 5000 taels is the limit. If this young master is willing to give this sword to the poor man , Pindao is willing to use his whole body to be a family member of your family for a year."

Young Master Jin Yi was stunned, jumped up suddenly, and looked into the shadow behind him: "Are you sick? If you eat too much and are lazy, wouldn't I still want to support you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, he slowly opened his mouth wide, and stammered: "Zhu... Zhu Xie Sword Master?"

After the shadow, Xie Qing walked out slowly, with white hair and a silver crown, and a feather-clothed crane cloak that was incompatible with this paper fanciful and drunk Ye Youzhi. He bowed to the brocade-clothed young man, said to the Buddha of Infinite Life, and said softly: "This sword is a The old friend of the poor Daoist, Saber, may the son be fulfilled."

Under the flickering lights, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like cold stars, and the cinnabar between his brows was as delicate as blood, and his appearance was like an immortal. The young man in brocade clothes was fascinated by it: "Si... naturally, he is perfect..."

"Thank you."

"Is it too early to thank you?" Le Wuyou sat in the teacher's chair with his legs crossed, snorted, and said slowly, "Is it true that this young master is the only one bidding? It's too contemptuous of others inside."

Zhong Yi echoed: "Yes, yes, yes."

Young Master Jin Yi was furious: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are," Zhong Yi said kindly, "The most important thing is who gets the sword in the end."

As soon as the words were finished, the steward ran to the booth panting, and winked to the left and right, and a few servants beside Hou immediately came to the stage and lifted the sword stand down.

Everyone was startled: "What does the banker mean?"

The steward wiped the sweat from his brow, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, everyone. I can't shoot this sword for the time being. To express my apologies, Liuliku will bear all your expenses today."

The crowd couldn't help being uproarious, Xie Qing frowned slightly: "How can the dealer backtrack?"

"I'm really sorry!" The steward smiled apologetically, "The villain has no choice but to do this, this Taoist priest, please understand."

Seeing that the long sword was about to be lifted out of sight, Xie Qingwei suddenly flicked his sleeves, and everyone felt a flash of white shadow, and saw him landed on the stage, holding down the sword stand, and said anxiously: "no!"