On the twelfth floor of Tianji Pavilion, a maid opened the heavy door.

Her long pink gauze dress dragged along the ground, like a fairy dancing in a fairyland. Her figure was tall and soft, and her face was quiet and dignified.

The maid walked along the mountain of books and stood in front of a corner with a familiar face. The master of the Tianji Pavilion was lying on the bed made of books, turning sideways and flipping through a book.

There are four words written on the book: "Ancient Relics", but it is impossible for the maid to understand such an ancient book, and she does not know who its author is. She can only see that the old man in front of her is fascinated by it.

"Pavilion Master, the second prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, Yan Jinqi, has just arrived. As you said, he wants to ask for the position of Rakshasa Hall." The maid knelt on one knee on the ground and buried her head in her chest. It was obvious that she was concerned about what was in front of her.

The old man is particularly respected.

This maid was the female official who had just received Yan Jinqi and the old beggar at the bottom of the building.

"Is it Ji You? I understand." The old man did not put down the book in his hand and continued to read it carefully, but this did not affect his conversation with the woman in front of him.

"I rejected him according to the wishes of the pavilion master, but according to the second prince's temper, he will never let this matter go. I don't know if it will have an impact on our Tianji Pavilion." The maid Ji You showed a worried look on her face.

People in Tianji Pavilion will naturally worry about the survival of Tianji Pavilion.

"What can he do to my Tianji Pavilion? Unless he can ascend the throne, how can he fight with us?" The master of Tianji Pavilion nodded slightly. Ji You raised her clear and cold eyes. She knew that the old man hiding behind the book was there.

laugh.

"Oh, I seem to have let it slip again, but so what if he can ascend to the throne, am I still afraid of him in Tianji Pavilion?" The old man was amused by himself, put down the book and looked up at the high pavilion.

Ji You followed the old man's gaze and saw only the vermilion beams. In the spotless attic, not even spiders dared to build webs here.

But she knew that what the old man was looking at was definitely not the vermillion lacquered columns or the red-roofed sorghum beams. He could see the stars and the sea, the sun, the moon, the mountains and the streams. Without leaving home, he could know all the ways of the world and gain insights into the world.

Ji You pursed her red lips, and it was obvious that she had something to say but found it difficult to say it.

"Master, do you... really know where the Rakshasa Hall is?" After hesitating for a while, Ji You still asked, but she was not questioning the pavilion master's ability.

But she couldn't figure out that a sect like Rakshasa Hall, which did many evil things, would only bring endless disasters if it stayed in the world. Since the master knew where its headquarters was, why did he hide it, and why didn't he take action to destroy it?

The world is peaceful and prosperous.

"I know what you mean." The smile on the old man's face faded, but the corners of his mouth were still raised.

"You want to ask me why I don't just wipe out this sect, but why I want to help the tiger?"

"I don't dare." Ji You hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"It's just that my subordinates really don't understand." She raised her head again, her eyes still firm.

"I am not his accomplice. On the contrary, Rakshasa Hall is." The corner of the pavilion master's mouth grinned. It was obvious that he wanted to laugh, but the memories in his mind made him unable to smile.

come out.

"Of course, many years ago, I was also an accomplice." The Pavilion Master sighed, and the playful look on his face completely disappeared.

Many years ago, he was also an accomplice. What does this sentence mean? Ji You was confused when she heard it. She didn't understand what the pavilion master meant.

All she could see was that he looked lost. She had been following the Pavilion Master for ten years, and she had never seen him look like this.

How many times have I met the Pavilion Master, he is always so confident, because he knows the secrets of heaven, and because he has clever calculations, he will never do anything that makes him regret.

So Ji You couldn't help but wonder, would a shrewd person like the Pavilion Master make mistakes? Would he also regret it?

"Exiled to Immortal City." The old man suddenly spoke.

"What?" In a daze, Ji You thought she heard wrong.

"I've always known that Rakshasa Hall's headquarters is in Banished Immortal City." The old man chuckled, "But so what, I fly over and kill all those stupid bastards in Rakshasa Hall?"

"It's no use, there will be a second Rakshasa Hall, there will be a Hell Hall, and there will be a Bastard Hall." The old man had already started to talk nonsense, and he was licking his lips and spitting. "As long as we don't uproot them.

If you eradicate it, there will always be people who will come after you."

"Actually, the most terrifying thing in this world is not bad people or Rakshasa Hall, but the human heart!" The old pavilion master let out a long sigh.

Ji You remained silent, knowing that what the Pavilion Master said was right.

"Everyone has inner demons. He can become a demon or a Buddha with a single thought. I'm ashamed that I almost became a demon back then." The Pavilion Master laughed again, still as honest and cute as ever, as if he was just a joke when he was about to become a demon.

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"I understand Pavilion Master, actually you don't need to say so much." Ji You shook her delicate red lips. She knew that because of her problems, the old man remembered many past events that he did not want to mention.

"It doesn't matter, you should find someone to talk to about some things." The old man picked up the book he had put aside and covered his face.

It seemed that he was tired and wanted to take a good rest.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Ji You could see what the old man meant. She stood up and walked backwards, wanting to leave.

"Wait a minute." The old man was not asleep yet, and his voice sounded hollower because it was covered with a book.

"Pavilion Master, do you have any other instructions?" Ji You didn't show any frivolity just because the old man couldn't see her.

"Li Zongsheng, he has come to Tiandu." The old man's voice was buzzing.

At the mention of these three words, Ji You froze on the spot.

"Yanliu Pavilion, Haikongtang, this is where he will go." The old man said lightly and waved to her gently.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master." Ji You knelt down and bowed deeply to the old man again.

Her pink dress spread out on the ground, like beautiful and elegant begonia flowers falling all over the ground.

Tiandu City, Yanliu Pavilion.

The Yanliu Pavilion sounds nice, but it is actually the Hualiu Pavilion, a place of fireworks. It is full of vulgar women, dressed in enchanting and charming clothes, squeezing the proud deep grooves on their chests, and standing at the door with loving eyes to attract customers.

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Tiandu Imperial City is the most prosperous city among the four major cities, but relatively speaking

There are also fewer immortal cultivators among them, because it is difficult for ordinary immortal cultivators to afford the consumption of Tiandu.

This Yanliu Pavilion is also the largest brothel in Tiandu. Eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling are the most profitable transactions in the world, and prostitution and gambling are particularly popular.

"Sir, would you like a little girl to accompany you to discuss this in depth tonight?" There were several women in brocade clothes surrounding a private room in Yanliu Pavilion. The most coquettish woman in white silk was holding her

Her slender hands touched the young man who was surrounded by the beautiful woman.

The voice is both plain and quaint, enough to make an ordinary man fall head over heels.

Following the sound, the young man turned around and stared at her with his narrowed eyes. She was a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a beautiful country. The young man grinned and drooled when he saw her.

With a sound of "Puff.", the young master spewed out a mouthful of wine mixed with bad breath and sprinkled it on her face. The girl who originally looked like a sweetheart was soaked in the rain. She stared with a pair of unbelievable eyes and looked at her face.

The blush and lip powder on her face had all melted away, and she looked shockingly ugly at the moment.

"There's no need to discuss it in depth. Let's have another drink. Drink one more." The young master had not yet sobered up, grinning innocently, holding up his wine glass to compete with her, not forgetting to drink the wine gourd around his waist.

Mention it again.

"Huh!" The wet woman was furious, threw the handkerchief on the ground and left angrily.

"The guests in the winter room have been drinking for a day and a night. They ordered three jars of autumn dew white, five jars of bamboo leaf green, cold pond fragrant daughter's red, and countless more. They are still drinking after this."

"It's really strange. How can anyone come to a brothel to just drink and not go whore?" Two brothel girls were talking quietly in front of the house, talking about the weird people in the attic during the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"There are weirdos every year, and there are so many this year! You see, there is only a young man with a few followers in the Spring Courtyard. He doesn't drink wine, and the women don't scream. They have been living there for several days. In the Xialou

There is also a woman living there. She just arrived at noon and she is still wearing a bamboo hat. What kind of brothel do you think a woman comes to?"

Just as he was talking, a woman wearing a long purple and black dress came up with a group of people. Her face was stern and she still looked charming. When they saw her, two female prostitutes hurriedly knelt down to say hello.

"Hello, mama!"

This woman is the old bustard of Yanliu Pavilion, known as Sister Hua, and she is the single most popular prostitute in Tiandu City.

Facing the two kneeling female prostitutes, she didn't even look at them and pushed open the door with the word "Winter" written on it.

"Come on, come on, let's have another drink, let's have another drink." The young man in gray robe in the room was holding a wine glass and running after a girl with a lewd smile. There were already several women in the room drinking all sorts of things.

He fell to the ground, half dead, and no longer looked as charming as before.

As the door creaked open, the young man in gray also fell to the ground. After this fall, he did not get up again.

"You all get out." Sister Hua frowned and waved to the woman lying on the ground.

When several women who were lying on the ground laughing foolishly saw the madam coming, they hurriedly got up from the ground, covering their red faces, and their steps were chaotic, as if they would fall at any time.

"Sir, you have spent a total of time in our store these two days.

I spent two thousand taels of silver, shouldn't I give you some?" Sister Hua smiled calmly and sent someone to help the man who was lying on the ground calmly.

"Money? I have no money!" The man's face smelled of alcohol, his hair was unkempt, but his facial features were as tough as a knife.

Li Zongsheng, the great disciple of Shushan, has not been seen for a few days. He has arrived at Tiandu City and stayed in this land of smoke and willows for a day and a night.

"Is it possible that you are also here to drink with me?" Li Zongsheng laughed drunkenly, his mouth full of alcohol, and he blew it on the servants beside him. The bad breath and the smell of alcohol were mixed together, making him look sad and wish he could drink it.

He threw it down.

"Drag it to the backyard, cut it up and feed it to the dogs." Sister Hua didn't ask any further questions, and waved her hand, signaling them to drag Li Zongsheng down.

Anyone who has the courage to come to her Yanliu Pavilion to eat the King's meal will never end well. It's just a few lives, and she, Yanliu Pavilion, can't afford it.

Li Zongsheng did not resist, he closed his eyes and let several servants carry him with difficulty.

"Stop." As soon as Sister Hua stepped out of the winter room, she heard a woman calling from behind.
To be continued...