"Master, uncle? Why don't you come in?" Yan Bing limped out of the inn, took the luggage from Lingyue, and shouted to the two old men.
"I'll take your uncle to eat out! Don't worry about it!" the old man said with an impatient expression. Then he noticed that Yan Bing's walking posture was a bit strange and asked curiously: "Qihua? What's wrong with your legs?"
…What’s wrong?”
"Me? I..." Yan Bing looked back at Lingyue, and Lingyue immediately turned her head to the side. Yan Bing could only smile and said to the old man: "I haven't had time to practice martial arts recently...in the car...
...Coming on a horse-step! It’s not in the way!”
"Oh? Is that so..." The old man stroked his beard, looked at Yan Bing with squinted eyes, laughed twice, waved his hand, and dragged Uncle Qin towards the street without asking any more questions.
Yan Bing breathed a sigh of relief and limped to help Lingyue go up to the second floor to find a guest room, sobbing secretly in her heart.
I am the Duke of Dingguo... I am so aggrieved... No one can afford to offend me...
As for the old man, he held his senior brother's arm and walked quickly into the busy city.
"Master...where are you planning to take me?" Uncle Qin looked at the old man with a puzzled expression.
The old man smiled and didn't answer. He just held his senior brother's arm silently and increased his strength. Seeing that there were fewer people around, he grabbed his hands and grabbed a middle-aged passerby and asked in a low voice: "This little brother,
May I ask where is the largest flower house in Cangzhou?"
"Hualou!!?" Uncle Qin and the passerby shouted almost in unison.
The old man still had a smile on his face, but he gently squeezed the senior brother's shoulder with his right hand to remind him not to speak.
The middle-aged passerby looked the two old men up and down with suspicion, then raised his thumb and said: "These two old men can still be so "tough" at this age! I admire you deeply! Follow this road to the next
Not far from the intersection, there is the largest flower building in Cangzhou City, the "Flower Garden"."
"Thank you!" The old man smiled and nodded, then "coerced" his senior brother and continued to walk forward. Behind him, the passerby asked: "I wonder what supplements you two use!? Can you tell me, little brother?"
One or two!??”
"Practice martial arts!" the old man replied without replying.
"Practice martial arts!? And this magical effect!?? Damn it! I understand!!" A strange light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged passerby.
"Master! Stop making trouble! You and I are so old, and we are not afraid of being laughed at! This... where can I put the face of Feixia Sect!!" Qin Ming said as he
He struggled hard, but the old man had already pressed his "Jianshu point" when he walked out. He even used the time of chatting along the way to secretly instill it with Qi Hai, sealing 50% of his cultivation level. It could not be said that he said "no"
Stress martial ethics".
The old man looked at the surprised expression on his senior brother's face and smiled evilly.
"What? Did you just find out? Senior brother, you still lack vigilance..."
Uncle Qin gave a bitter smile and said with a melancholy look on his face: "The majestic head of Feixia Sect can actually plot against his own senior brother... Who would have thought of this..."
"Tsk? What kind of plot? Senior brother, I don't like hearing what you are saying. Junior brother, isn't this just for you? Life is not easy, and you must have fun when you reach old age...Senior brother."
"Hear what you mean...Master, you..." Master Qin felt shabby halfway through his words and couldn't continue.
The old man still had an indifferent expression, and said calmly: "Junior brother, I have enjoyed everything I should have enjoyed when I was young. Now I am not interested in anything except money. Senior brother, just be content! You must know that junior brother's money is not for anyone.
I’m willing to give you flowers!”
While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of the flower shop.
The "Gui Gong" who was greeting guests at the side quickly came closer and said with a low eyebrow, "You two want to sit inside?"
Uncle Qin immediately refused sternly: "What kind of joke are you talking about, little brother? We are both of this age..."
"Sir! I've had a lot of old and young guests. You've already come, so why bother talking about this...right? This master?" This Mr. Turtle has obviously been in this business for many years. "He has quite a lot of experience."
"Rich", directly interrupted Old Man Qin's official words, turned around and began to persuade Old Man Wang.
"Young man can talk! Come here! I'll reward you!" The old man took out two coins and patted them directly on Mr. Turtle's hand. He didn't care about the "painful look" on Mr. Turtle's face, and just dragged his senior brother in and said,
He kept persuading me: "Did you hear me? There are many people at this age! You are the only one who can do it!"
Mr. Turtle looked at the backs of the two old men and then at the two coins in his hands. He sighed, muttered in a low voice, "What a shame!" and then continued to solicit customers.
Qin Ming was dragged into the hospital by the old man, but he was suddenly stunned...
Inside the courtyard gate, it seemed as if he had entered another cave, with bamboo groves, ponds, small bridges, and plum blossoms echoing each other from afar. It was exceptionally elegant, quiet, poetic, and covered with snow and silver. How could it be like the pickled place he imagined??
Wrong place??
Old Man Wang looked at his senior brother who had never seen the world, smiled slightly, and helped him continue walking along the cobblestone path. After passing through a plum forest, an exquisite two-story building came into view.
There are a string of red lanterns on both sides of the small building, swaying in the wind. Among them is a red silk flower that is hung only by the wedding family. Below it is a plaque with the words "Shihuaguan" written in it. The writing is vigorous and the bones are strong.
"Master... are you... sure this is a brothel??" Qin Ming looked at the old man with a puzzled look.
"What? Are you disappointed?" The old man smiled slightly and dragged him into the lobby without any explanation.
I saw that the building was full of guests, but there was no noise. In one of the tables, a girl was playing the zither, playing simple and elegant music, and there were several juniors who looked like scholars composing lyrics and discussing poems.
On both sides of the lobby are rows of elegant seats, bounded by pillars and separated by screens, covered with gauze and built-in tea tables.
An old bustard who still retained his charm saw the visitor and hurriedly came up to greet him. He shook his handkerchief and bowed, and said politely: "You two old brothers look familiar, but this is your first time coming to our house?"
The old man chuckled and replied: "This is indeed the first time I have come to Cangzhou. I usually pick him up at my house when I am in the capital. This is not because my elder brother at home said he wanted to come and see the scenery outside the capital, so he found out about this place.
Take a look and take a stroll.”
As the old man spoke, he took out a twenty-tael silver note from his sleeve and handed it over. Qin Ming looked aside and was stunned for a moment!!
You know, he usually pays one tael of silver for four or five days to pay for the food and drink for the twenty or so people in the house. Today, he paid twenty taels, which is enough to show the old man's sincerity.
The old madam was overjoyed immediately after taking the twenty taels of silver notes. After hearing what he said and seeing his moves, he knew that the old man in front of him was very special. It was rare for ordinary people to pay at most five taels for tea in a private dining room. This move was twenty taels.
, then you must save a lot of "steps" to retain this distinguished guest.
He quickly and enthusiastically invited the two distinguished guests to the seat closest to the high platform, served them with wine and food, and then went upstairs to look for the girl.
Qin Ming watched the old bustard walk away, and then he shouted at the old man: "Twenty taels!!?? One move is twenty taels!!??"
The old man quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and came closer and whispered: "Brother, you don't understand! Stop her first when you enter! It's the cheapest thing to do! Stop talking! Then lift my bottom."
Here you go!”
Qin Ming nodded dullly, secretly convinced that his junior brother... was indeed a veteran in this field...
