A sword dance dispelled the competitive spirit of all the people present.
Yang Fan's sword dancing skills were beyond compare to them.
Only Xingyue was still a little unwilling in her heart: "She can only dance with the sword, so what's so great about it? My flute skills are definitely not inferior to hers! No, I want to find Boss Tao, as long as he has seen me
With my flute skills, I will definitely support me in competing for the Oiran!"
Hong Ma's eyes swept across everyone and returned to Yang Fan again.
"Yuexian, come with me. Mommy will talk to you about this oiran thing."
Since Yang Fan has shown amazing attainments in sword dancing, it is natural to focus on the creation of this aspect. A sword fairy with a flexible figure can attract many people.
If you add some other talents, why worry about not attracting men?
Seeing them leaving, a group of servants also got up and returned to their rooms.
Xiaomei's death first made them worried, but before the worry subsided, they didn't expect that the newly arrived Yang Yuexian would bring them a great surprise.
Naturally, they need time to heal their complicated inner emotions.
At this time, outside Chunxi Town, several warrior monks were riding tall horses. They were all extremely tough, and their big bald heads were shining brightly in the morning sun.
"Why hasn't Wude come out yet? Is something going to happen?"
A monk got a little impatient with the wait. He first touched his head with his hand, then raised his head and drank a sip of strong wine.
"What could happen!"
Someone next to him laughed and said: "Maybe he was squeezed dry by some woman, and now his legs and feet are so weak that he can't walk!"
"That's right, even though he has had blood transfusions six times, just because the blood transfusions are fast, it doesn't mean he is good at that aspect. He was so eager to send us away last night, probably because his performance was too poor and he was disliked by women!"
"Hahaha."
A group of martial arts The monk's face showed a smile that all men understand, and he laughed.
After the laughter.
A great monk said solemnly: "Then leave him alone. Let's go back to Fahua Temple first and pay the money for the sesame oil collected these days. Seeing that the Buddha's birthday is approaching, we can't make any mistakes."
"yes!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they all responded.
So, a group of monks and monks hit the horse on the buttocks with whips, and the big horse neighed, flung off its hooves and left like lightning.
After they left, a figure quietly disappeared into the teahouse not far away.
In the Dongchang stronghold of Chunxi Town.
Tao Ying also received the news that these people were leaving. He put down the note and looked thoughtful: "The Buddha's birthday is approaching, and all the monks from Fahua Temple are returning!"
As a large temple, Fahua Temple's tentacles have obviously extended far and wide, and are not limited to the suburbs of Shendu. They are even present on many state roads such as Hebei Road and Henan Road.
At this moment, a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came, as if someone fell from the sky.
Several dark figures immediately rushed over, only to see an old man lying on the ground. His face was pale, his chin was beardless, and his whole body was trembling.
"It's the king's offering!"
Several people were startled and quickly stepped forward to help him up, and quickly notified Tao Ying.
When Tao Ying arrived, Wang Chongfeng was already unconscious. After checking the other party's injuries, he found that the other party had received a palm on the back.
Black blood oozed from the blue-black palm prints, and even the spinal cord was abruptly broken, not to mention other internal organs, which were almost smashed to pieces by this palm.
"What a terrible slap!"
Tao Ying looked ugly.
Heart-destroying palm!
And this is definitely a palm from a Tianguan-level master!
You must know that Wang Zongfeng is an old man from Dongchang. He was once a criminal officer and reached the level of the Grand Master of nine blood exchanges. Unfortunately, due to lack of opportunities, he has never been able to step into Tianguan, so he retired and became Dongchang Zongfeng.
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Unexpectedly, when he went to explore Fahua Temple this time, he would be so seriously injured that he was almost beaten to the point of death by someone's palm!
The terrifying strength of the opponent is evident.
At this time, someone outside quickly came in to report.
"Deacon Tao, we have checked the surrounding area and there are no pursuers."
"Um."
Tao Ying nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the two people beside Wang Chongfeng, and asked, "Did you find any other useful information on Chongfeng?"
One of them quickly said: "In the hand of the worshiper, there is a relic bead!"
As he said that, he immediately handed something over.
Tao Ying took it over. It was a bead the size of a dragon's eye, with a hole in the middle, fluorescent surface, and extremely smooth, as if it had been torn from a string of Buddhist beads.
"Maybe this is something from the murderer?"
He fell into thinking and quickly made a decision, arranging for people to quickly return the relic bead to the capital and hand it over to Shen Jianzheng of Qintian Prison to see if he could lock the opponent's aura.
"It seems that the oiran matter must be stepped up."
Three priests went to explore the Fahua Temple together, but only one of them returned from the brink of death, and there was no news from the other two. How could people not be alarmed?
Could it be that this Fahua Temple is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den? There are even three great monks Even the Dongchang priests at the division level couldn't find out any information!
One can imagine the shock and anger in Tao Ying's heart.
For the current plan, I am afraid that the only way is to take the path of oiran. Perhaps this is the only way to avoid disturbing the group of monks in Fahua Temple!
"Xiao Rongzi, come with our family for a walk outside."
He took a deep breath and gave an order.
Sun Rong knew that Tao Ying was in a bad mood, so he behaved very well. The two of them walked to the streets of Chunxi Town one after another.
Chunxi Town is still very prosperous and lively. There are almost no poor people in the purely commercial town, and those who come in and out are basically wealthy.
Either they are here to have fun, or they are here to have fun.
Some small businessmen and hawkers are naturally extremely happy. The more lively the place is, the more money they can make. Especially as the annual Oiran Competition is approaching, they are all looking forward to this year's event.
Unknowingly, the two of them arrived at Fengyue Tower.
In the corner downstairs, a few stray dogs squatted, looking up at the window from time to time, wagging their tails, as if they were looking forward to something.
Tao Ying and Sun Rong didn't pay attention to these stray dogs. Instead, they looked at the out-of-business sign hanging in front of the building and couldn't help but think of the news they got last night.
Could it be because of what happened to the great monk of Fahua Temple?
Since you happen to be passing by, let's go and see Xiao Fanzi.
The two of them pushed the door open and entered the building. They were noticed by a woman from a distance, Xingyue!
There was unbearable excitement on her face. She recognized the new boss who had appeared yesterday at a glance. She couldn't help shouting in her heart: "It's the boss, it's Boss Tao! I must show him my flute skills in person. He
You will definitely be satisfied!”
Xingyue: It’s time to show off your real skills!
"When the time comes, I can also compete for the oiran position!"