The elder brother of the Patriarch of the Demon Dao killed me to prove the Tao

In Qishan City, Tianshui Lane's inner buildings are singing and singing, the lanterns are brightly lit, the front of the railing is bright red, the lanterns are full of colors, the inside of the railing is full of charming smiles, and the red yarn is flying.The pleasure-seekers lean on the railings to see the beauties, the wandering warblers are beautiful and charming, the curtains are dotted with emerald green and gold, and the figures come and go like revolving lanterns.

In front of the largest and most beautiful color courtyard, there is a magnificent inscription in gold lacquer: Lianjun Pavilion

"What, what is this for?" Huaying was dumbfounded.

The pipa girl glanced at her, as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person, "You don't even know about brothels?"

Huaying swallowed her saliva and said, "Of course I know, what I mean is why did you bring me here?"

The pipa girl didn't answer, but led Huaying straight to the backyard of Lianjun Pavilion. The woman grabbed her by the back collar and jumped into a small independent attic.

Through the blushing curtain, I looked around this ancient boudoir for a week: an elegant platycodon flower was planted in a porcelain pot by the window, and a dressing table inlaid with tortoise shell shells was placed diagonally opposite the bed. A bronze mirror with rhombic flowers in a brocade sleeve and a jewelry box with big red lacquer carved plum blossoms, and a string of rare inverted rosary beads are placed aside.

The left side of the room is separated by a screen, but a sword and a pipa with a burnt tail can still be vaguely seen.The sword was wrapped in black cloth and only the hilt was exposed, but it could still be seen from the patterns that it was a very simple sword, which did not match the exquisite and rich style of the whole house.But it raised the style of the whole room a few notches, just like turning an upstart into an aristocrat.

All this seemed to imply that the owner of the room was not an ordinary woman.

Huaying was speechless secretly, she was really rich and exquisite!

"This is my room. You can rest here tonight. Young Master will come to see you tomorrow." Pipa girl remained expressionless.

Huaying said in surprise: "My lord? Could it be that you are warm and unfeeling?"

Along the way, Huaying was guessing the identity of this mysterious woman. Judging from the actions of this woman, it was obvious that she was here to rescue her. She should be a friend rather than an enemy, but he decided that he had no friendship with her. It can also be seen in the reaction.

Then it is only possible that she was entrusted by others, so when she entered the Qishan boundary, she wondered whether it was the person invited by Wen Buqing, and now it seems that she guessed it right.

"It's Mr. Wen." The pipa girl emphasized with a look of displeasure on her delicately carved face.

"So, you are Brother Buqing's subordinate? What a coincidence, I used to work under Brother Buqing." Huaying smiled honestly, and she was very close to the pipa girl.

Huaying would not be so stupid as to think that this woman is really just an ordinary wandering parasitic in a brothel, not to mention her appearance, with her skill and cultivation, how can a small brothel hold this big Buddha?

Looking closely at this woman, a pair of red phoenix eyes look forward to shine, her long eyebrows are beautiful, her thin lips are bright red and delicate, she clearly has a charming appearance, but she does not look frivolous, but contains a heroic spirit.

Huaying considers herself a beauty, but the pipa girl in front of her is better than her in appearance and figure, and her skills are even more unpredictable; with a wry smile, the only thing she can compare to her is probably her height.

And this woman's mountain ghost has mastered the abilities of hundreds of people, and Huaying is fascinated. She is good at zheng and is also very proficient in music theory; she made up her mind to draw this music system from this woman The key to the enemy.

Seeing that Huaying opened her mouth to say something like "Unfeeling Brother" or "I'm doing business below", the expression on her face became more and more unkind, and she said coldly: "No shame, you rest in this room tonight, I'll go to the next door."

Huaying was confused, what happened?Shameless?Could it be that she felt that she had betrayed her old master?So look down on yourself?

Quickly remedied: "Oh, sister, you misunderstood, I have a very good relationship with Brother Buqing. When we left, we also made a promise not to fight. Brother Buqing is definitely a very important friend in my life!! "

The pipa girl's face was so cold that it was almost covered with frost, Huaying forced herself to smile, "Oh, this fairy sister, my name is Huaying, you can call me Yaoyao. Dare I ask my sister's name?"

Seeing that she didn't reply, Huaying was not discouraged and continued to flatter her: "Beauty sister, your pipa music is so good, I wonder when my sister will recover my spiritual power?"

The pipa girl ignored her and left with a cold hum.

"It's been a long time since I slept so comfortably." Huaying stretched her waist. These days, she has been busy looking for people, and almost all the money on her body has been spent.

After a night of recuperation, her mental state was much fuller. She tried to run her spiritual power for a week, and it was unimpeded, and she had already recovered.It seems that the song just stagnates the spiritual power temporarily, not that it cannot be used anymore.

After washing up, Huaying went down to the first floor of the small building to look for food. As soon as she arrived in the hall, she saw Wen Buqing sitting on the tea tray and cooking tea, a slight smile appeared on her delicate face: "Yaoyao, come quickly and taste my new tea." Get the Junshan Silver Needle."

Huaying responded: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Buqing, but I'm hungry right now, can I have breakfast?"

Wen Buqing laughed: "Qingjiu, go and see that the pastries in the small kitchen are ready."

It was only then that Huaying noticed that there was a man in black standing beside Wen Buqing. The man lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. He had a tall figure and black hair like lacquer. Huaying vaguely felt that this man looked familiar.

Qing Jiu responded, then turned and walked towards the small kitchen.

After a while, the aroma of the pastry entered Huaying's nose, and Wen Buqing also smiled and said: "Qing Jiu, you move very fast."

Huaying's saliva was about to drip, and before Qing Jiu put down the pastry, she grabbed two pieces and stuffed them into her mouth. While eating the pastry, she asked Wen Buqing: "Brother Buqing, where is sister Pipa from yesterday? I haven't Let me thank her." The mystery of this pipa song has not been revealed, so she can't let her slip away.

Wen Buqing handed over a cup of tea, "Take a sip of tea first, swallow it, and we'll talk about it later."

Huaying swallowed the pastry with two mouthfuls of tea, and stared at Wen Buqing eagerly. The man was amused by her eyes, and chuckled: "Qingjiu, don't stand behind, you sit too."

"Yes, son."

After the man in black sat down, Huaying saw his face, and her jaw almost dropped from the shock at this glance, this man was almost exactly the same as yesterday's Pipa girl...

Seeing Huaying's stunned look, Wen Buqing felt more and more cute in her heart, and quickly stuffed a piece of pastry into Huaying's hand, and poured another cup of tea for her, "Eat slowly, I will speak slowly."

With a snack stuffed in her mouth, Huaying nodded indiscriminately, "Mmmm".

It turned out that Huaying's reputation had already spread, and many people were talking about it: a tall and beautiful woman in red, with a long knife, hacked and killed male cultivators everywhere.

After Wen Buqing heard about this, she vaguely felt that this person might be Huaying, and was very worried, so she sent someone to secretly inspect the whereabouts of the woman in red. Wherever there was a murder case, there was a Wen Buqing.

Wen Buqing saw Zao Wou-ki's rescue fireworks last night, and then there was a series of things to do to save Huaying.

It's just that Wen Buqing didn't tell Huaying that the reason why he was so worried was actually because he had heard that the murderer who killed His Royal Highness the Izumo Kingdom had been brought to justice.

From then on, he began to pay attention to the news from various rivers and lakes, and people went around to inquire about Huaying's whereabouts.

After eating a plate of pastries and a cup of Junshan silver needles, Huaying wiped her mouth contentedly, and said, "I still don't love brotherhood! But..." She turned her eyes to look at Qingjiu with a stern face beside her.

Wen Buqing laughed, put his arms around Qingjiu's shoulders, patted him hard twice, and said heartily: "His name is Wen Qingjiu, so he is naturally a man."

Qing Jiu nodded slightly, and reminded: "But in this Lianjun Pavilion, my nickname is: Jiuli."

Speechlessly, Huaying sipped Junshan Yinzhen, and heard a handsome and extraordinary man say seriously, "My flower name is Jiuli", which is really a very strange experience.

"Qingjiu was a poor child. When he was young, he was almost sold overseas as a slave. Later, he followed me and took my surname Wen. We grew up together. He is my confidant and my best brother. Closer than a brother!"

When Qing Jiu heard the phrase "closer than a brother", her eyes were a little erratic, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across her expression.

Huaying caught Qingjiu's slight expression, and thought: This Qingjiu is too restrained, brother Buqing is so easy to get along with, yet he still sticks to the status of master and servant all the time.

Wen Buqing continued: "Later, I was interested in the position of the Wen family's heir, and I needed a dark thread to do something for me on the outside... It was inconvenient for me to come forward. Qingjiu volunteered, and for such important matters, I only Give it to him with confidence.”

After Huaying listened, she cupped her fists and bowed to Wen Buqing, "Brother Buqing trusts Yaoyao so much, and introduced Qingjiu to me, Yaoyao is very grateful." After finishing speaking, she glanced at Qingjiu again, "I can understand this method of disguise and modification. But Brother Qing's height..."

In this troubled world, who dares to say that he does not have a few lives in his hands?So many people know a little bit about the art of disguise.

Face, Adam's apple, and even a woman's breasts can be blinded by disguise, but this height is real, unless...

Wen Buqing and Qingjiu looked at each other, nodded to Qingjiu, and said softly, "Bone Shrinking Technique."

"Bone Shrinking Technique!!!" Huaying cried out.

Huaying was so surprised, not because it is such a rare exercise, on the contrary, everyone knows this exercise, but almost no one will practice it.

One is that the effect is limited, unless it is for undercover or undercover work, otherwise it is really useless.

Second, this is also the main reason.The way to practice this skill is too dangerous: the practitioner needs to smash the bones in the joints of the whole body, and then stuff himself into a two-foot-high jar, leaving only one head outside.

Inside the jar is the secret medicine to help the growth of bones and flesh. If you soak in this jar, broken bones will grow extremely fast.

After the broken bone has healed, the person is taken out and the joint is broken again. Repeatedly, the bone is broken eight times, and the bone can be shrunk by an inch.

This Qing Jiuyuan is extremely tall, comparable to Jia Xichen, but his female appearance is half a head shorter than Huaying.

Rough calculations show that he will soak in that jar for about 3-4 years, and because the cycle is too long and the area of ​​the wound is too large, anesthesia cannot be used in the practice of bone shrinkage.

The number of ways to use this technique is nothing more than a broken body, but if the mind is a little weak, it is entirely possible to die in pain.

Huaying was so shocked that she was at a loss for words: "You..."

Qingjiu guessed what Huaying wanted to ask, and said in a low voice, "My lord needs it."

Huaying admired Qing Jiu's loyalty and courage, and admired Wen Buqing for having a subordinate who treated him like this, which shows how extraordinary Wen Buqing is.

Under Wen Buqing's intentional guidance, the next few people had a good chat.Wen Buqing said that although he didn't know why Huaying wanted to kill people, he believed that she had her own reasons, and he would use his resources to fully assist her.

During this period, she first lived in Qingjiu's Tibetan Flower Building, which really became a veritable "Tibetan Flower" building.

Huaying's eyes brightened, "Brother Buqing, then I won't refuse. I will draw up a list tomorrow, and you can help find these people, and I will do the rest myself."

In this way, she saved the tedious and time-consuming process of finding someone, and it was one step closer to going to that person to claim her life as promised.

Ever since Huaying was resurrected, she never wanted to mention Jia Xichen, and she didn't even want to think about that name in her heart. Even if those three words just flashed in her heart, it would cause great discomfort.

Mimi smiled warmly and said, "Okay, then I'll pick it up tomorrow. By the way, I'll bring you two altars of gold pan dew."

Huaying smiled when she heard that, but Qingjiu continued to keep a straight face.