What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

The business of Hongxiulou is not as good as before—although the local tourists in Pipa Town are still there, but the world is in chaos, and there are many fewer people who have money and leisure to come here for fun.

Lan Zhi was very happy when she heard that there was a benefactor, but when she came out with her pipa in her arms, when she saw that the "guests" were Chengyang Muqiu and Yinrong, her face turned dark immediately.

She didn't want to see the two of them showing affection in front of her anymore, she was tired, really.

"Aunt Lan Zhi, don't make your face so long, it doesn't look good, it looks like you're ten years older."

Very good, that little vixen could successfully annoy her as soon as he opened his mouth, and Lan Zhi was even more angry.

What's even more irritating is that his well-connected concubine also echoed: "The complexion is much worse than when we met last time. The qi is weak on the inside and the appearance is on the outside."

Lan Zhi: "..."

If she hadn't heard that Yinrong's concubine turned out to be the famous Chengyang patriarch, she would have spat at him, but unfortunately, she didn't dare.

At this time, the little maid brought the pear blossom cakes, Lan Zhi forced a smile and said: "The small kitchen just made it, the two guests have a taste."

Chengyang Muqiu really showed her affection in front of her again, and fed Yinrong a piece of snack with his own hands, before continuing to say to Lan Zhi: "There are fewer guests, your skin can't hold it anymore."

Lan Zhi: "Cough cough cough cough!"

Lan Zhi asked vigilantly, "What did you say?"

Chengyang Muqiu put it bluntly: "It's no big deal for the women in the brothel to practice mending."

Yinrong was more surprised than Lan Zhi, with her mouth open, she even forgot to swallow the pear blossom cake, and sprayed out a white mist of glutinous rice flour, "Picking mending technique? She too?"

Chengyang Muqiu handed Yin Rong a cup of tea, and explained: "The art of mending is not a profound forbidden art. If you want to learn it, there are many channels."

Yinrong: "But..." But hasn't she always advertised that she is a well-known and decent music repairer?He disdains Dongliu, or Biyu, and seductive monsters like Yinrong.

Chengyang Muqiu: "Halfway to learn other spells, you need to use up your previous skills. It's miserable. If I'm not wrong, your spiritual power is enough to last your life. You have no power to bind a chicken, and you are no different from ordinary people. You live frugally, and you have saved all the spirit stones you have earned over the years to buy Zhuyan Pill."

Lan Zhi's eyes gradually frightened, "How do you know? Are you secretly investigating me?"

It's not just an investigation, someone has been secretly protecting her for the past six months.But Chengyang Muqiu didn't intend to say too much, and only focused on the key points: "You have a bright future, but until you meet that person. The proud girl of heaven has fallen into the world of mortals, and she is still trying to survive. Could it be that she likes to be a singing girl?"

Lan Zhi wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so she could only hold back a sentence: "How is that possible."

Chengyang Muqiu: "Then you work so hard to maintain your appearance in order to get his attention again?"

Lan Zhi finally managed to get angry: "I wish he would die!" However, with that person's status, what can she do against him as a little girl?

"Very good," Chengyang Muqiu said, "You have waited for so many years, and now I offer you a chance to take revenge, do you dare to take it?"

Lan Zhi: "..."

Chengyang Muqiu: "You must have heard about the festival between the deity and him, don't think about anything else, just ask if you dare?"

Lan Zhi bit her lips: "I dare! As long as it makes him pay the price, the little girl is willing to do anything!"

Yinrong didn't expect such a shocking case to happen after eating pear blossom cakes. Even after drinking a few cups of tea, she couldn't manage to settle the matter.

After bidding farewell to Lan Zhi, Yinrong quietly asked Chengyang Muqiu: "Is Aunt Lan Zhi's concubine Fan the head of Wuliangzong?"

Chengyang Muqiu gave him a look of approval, "Smart."

Yinrong was not proud of being praised, but was shocked instead: "That old man... doesn't match Lan Zhi... at all, he looks like her grandfather!"

Chengyang Muqiu agrees: "Indeed. Only those who give up can gain. There are three thousand roads. Some people seek longevity, while others seek ultimate strength. Fan Guhong's aptitude is ordinary, and it is not easy to break through the realm of transforming gods. Youth will last forever. He's just delusional."

Fan Guhong's qualifications are mediocre? ? ?If you say it, you will startle the eyeballs of all the monks.

He is one of the few great powers in the cultivation world who can transform into gods!However, if these words were spoken by Chengyang Muqiu, it seemed reasonable.

After all, there is no one like him, with unfathomable cultivation and eternal youth.

Yin Rong: "At that time, that old man surnamed Fan spread everywhere that he couldn't wipe out the demon clan because he was accompanying his beloved wife. Let's take Lan Zhi to expose him, so he won't be able to continue acting?"

Chengyang Muqiu continued to praise: "Not bad."

But Yinrong felt that things were not that simple. Chengyang Muqiu would not just take a woman with him to tear off the disguise of a hypocrite.

Chengyang Muqiu pinched his wrinkled little face, "Don't think about it, when you get home, pack up and salute first."

At this point, Yinrong truly realized that their comfortable life in Pipa Town was coming to an end for the time being.

"I'm still a little bit reluctant." Yinrong stood in the shaded and verdant courtyard of her house and said reluctantly.

This is not the thatched thatched house of the past. The tile-roofed house is bright, the courtyard is orderly, and there are a few chubby puppet attendants. People in the town call this "Hu's Mansion".

Style is just one of them, and Yinrong is even more reluctant to leave the memories he and Chengyang Muqiu made here.

"Reluctance?" Chengyang Muqiu asked.

Yinrong nodded: "My dream since childhood was to have such a big house with so many servants... It would be great if I could live here all the time."

Chengyang Muqiu was silent, "I'm afraid you will be left alone in danger—"

Yinrong interrupted him: "But what's more important is being with you. If Hu Mansion doesn't have you, it's not home."

Chengyang Muqiu paused, the gloom between his brows was swept away, and he laughed: "Yeah."

It's a pity that the two of them couldn't live in a clean world for two. This time, apart from Dongliu, they also brought an extra oil bottle, Lanzhi.

The four of them drove lightly, and Chengyang Muqiu bought a small flying boat at random, and then used the spell of hidden traces to go to Wuliangzong quietly.