Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"What's going on? Why is there a woman here?"

Ping Yiyi hesitated for a moment, then stopped, moved the stone tiles on the roof, and looked down, only to see an extremely fragrant drama being quietly staged in the room.

Ping Yi pointed out an inexplicable feeling of being in another world.

Dozens of dancing girls wearing extremely revealing clothes were dancing in the room.

It is not difficult to tell from their revealing costumes that they should all be dancers from the grassland, and their expressions gradually become a little abstract.

You know, this is no ordinary place. This is the famous Quanzhen Sect. Even though the Quanzhen Sect has declined, the rules in the sect are strict, so how could such a ridiculous scene happen?

Even if these dancers look like Mongolian women.

To allow a Mongolian dancer to do such a ridiculous thing in such a place, apart from proving that the Quanzhen Sect has completely declined, Ping Yizhi really doesn't know what to say.

Ping Yiyi bent down and prepared to put down the stone bricks and tiles in his hands.

But at this moment, an unexpected expression appeared on his face, because a voice of interest came from the room - "I have found out the location of the treasure! Prince, this time I just need to find the treasure." If you take it back, King Ruyang will definitely support the prince again."

Hiraichi narrowed his eyes.

Reach out and continue holding the tile.

Silently he leaned his head downwards.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't make too much noise." An extremely frivolous voice came from below. Ping Yi followed the voice and looked over, only to see a man wearing a Mongolian headdress with his head raised. Erlang's legs were lying on the bed. This man can't be said to be very handsome, but relatively speaking, he is indeed somewhat charming and handsome. Two nearly naked Mongolian women are lying on his body, and a Mongolian man who has covered himself tightly is kneeling next to him.

Can't see the face clearly at all.

The Mongolian man waved his hand, and the Mongolian woman singing and dancing in the distance danced harder, and the sound of the music became extremely harsh, while the Mongolian man wriggled his lips in a low voice, and was having sex with the person kneeling next to him. Communicate.

He was very smart and used these singing and dancing Mongolian women to prevent the possibility of being eavesdropped.

However, Hiraichi can read lips.

It's just that this Mongolian speaks Mongolian, which is just plain Mongolian.

In this era when the Mongols invaded the Song Dynasty, people in the Song Dynasty knew a few words of Mongolian. This was not to resist the Mongols, but to leave a way out for their own future after the Mongols invaded in the future.

Ping Yizhi also learned Mongolian specifically. But later, with the rise of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and its strength continued to grow, Ping Yizhi began to learn Manchu, but the Mongolian language was thrown aside by him, and over time he forgot about it.

However, Ping Yizhi does not need to write now, so with the skill of the two swords, he is still enough to understand what the man said, but what he heard is not very appropriate, and there are few words.

"The Quanzhen Sect's treasure - medicine - resurrecting the dead - black jade intermittent ointment - hidden in Qiu Chuji's room -" Ping struggled to understand one Mongolian word after another with a finger, and there was a deep wrinkle on his head. The word Sichuan. Although this time he also wanted to steal the Quanzhen Sect's treasures, the Quanzhen Sect had taken great care of him and his wife during this period.

He came here to steal things out of necessity.

But these Mongolians are obviously not like this, and are preparing to rely on this treasure from the Quanzhen Sect to win the favor of some people.

This is really unreasonable.

Ping Yi groped with his fingers.

He wasn't prepared to meddle in other people's business. The safety of his wife was the most important thing at the moment. He put other things aside for the time being. The worst he could do was leave a letter when he left.

Ping's one-finger Qinggong was very average. While he was thinking, he accidentally rubbed against a tile beside his feet, and in the blink of an eye there was a grinding sound. He was startled at first, but then he heard the sound of singing and dancing coming from below, and he immediately relaxed a little.

But what I didn't expect was when I looked down.

Two pairs of eyes were already staring at him.

Ping Yi Zhi immediately turned around and ran away.

But the next second, a big hole was opened in the roof where he was standing, and two figures jumped out from it, chasing Hiraichi Finger one behind the other. Ping Yizhi broke into cold sweat all over his body. He spread out two balls of black and gray powder with his wave of his hand, and quickly ran to the farthest point. It seemed that there was no way to get anything from Qiu Chuji's room today.

The two balls of powder he scattered looked powerful, but they were just Mongolian and Chinese medicine.

The purpose was to stun the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect instead of killing them when he encountered them. This time he did not carry any poison. After all, the Quanzhen Sect was kind to him and he really couldn't do anything to kill him. The matter of silence.

The two people behind them stopped immediately when they saw the two balls of powder floating in the air, but then two hurricanes were shot forward from their hands in the form of infuriating energy, blowing away the two balls of powder floating in the air. The powder is blown away directly.

Accompanied by the whistling wind.

The two of them chased forward again. Their Qinggong was obviously several levels higher than Ping Yizhi. They caught up to half the distance in just a few breaths, and the surrounding Quanzhen disciples heard what they were saying. After the sound came, they all surrounded here.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Ping Yizhi's eyes.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over from the nearby roof, grabbed his arm, and then quickly dragged him away. Ping Yizhi was startled and was about to resist when he saw a familiar face, it was his father-in-law, the poisonous hand medicine king.

"father!"

Ping pointed his finger and was overjoyed, and couldn't help but shout out.

Unexpectedly, the Poison Hand Medicine King glared at him fiercely.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and waved out two balls of gray energy.

These two clouds of gray gas are naturally extremely rich dust.

It's just that compared to Heping's finger, this dust is extremely poisonous.

After releasing these two clouds of gray dust, the Poison Hand Medicine King flicked his fingers slightly, and two silver needles shot out from his fingertips. If Li Mochou were here, he would find that this technique was correct. It’s my own Ice Soul Silver Needle.

Seeing the intensity of the situation, the two people chasing behind them subconsciously followed the same method and activated their true energy, hoping to blow away the dust.

But at this moment, two silver rays of light shot through the dust and headed straight for their faces.

Shocked.

The two screamed miserably and twisted their bodies to avoid it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Poison Hand Medicine King grabbed Ping Yi's finger and disappeared into the night. (End of chapter)