Speaking of beautiful places in the world, there is no one better than Jinling in Lincheng. But if we talk about which place in the land of fireworks is the most famous for literary talent, it must be Xiangmanlou in Mo County.
Half a day later, the buildings in Mo County were full of fragrance, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter were being played, and the guests looking for fun were all immersed in wine and debauchery.
On the side of the stairs, the plump and plump scholar in Tsing Yi shook his fan. He was waiting for someone. He was invited here and paid silver but he did not come to have fun. For a normal man, this is unavoidable.
A bit inhumane.
"Hey, this guy promised to come at this time, but why did he ask me to wait so hard?"
A sandalwood pendant fell from above. The fat scholar caught the pendant and sniffed it close to his nose: "Good thing."
"Then you, Master, tell me what the sandalwood is used for?" Ying Ruge wore a light blue robe. His loose hair covered half of his face, and he also wore a visor on his face.
He picked up another mask, which was a mask made of human skin.
"This person looks familiar." The fat scholar stared at the face. He felt that the face looked familiar to him, as if he saw it every day but couldn't figure out who the owner of this face was. "Hey,
Isn’t it me who is carved in this mask?”
"The person on this mask is not you, but Linghu Changkong."
The fat scholar couldn't help but feel depressed. They just looked at each other, with different temperaments and different outfits, but they had the same face.
"Linghu Changkong? Ruru, Linghu Changkong is still in my arms. You are clearly my face. Give it back to me, give it back to me." After saying that, he reached out and grabbed Yingruge's face.
The two of them were trying to catch each other and hide from each other. Looking from a distance, one would have thought that the two best friends from Longyang were having fun in the dark.
However, Ying Ruge finally tore off his face and hid in the dark, as if he didn't mind others seeing his face. When he came out, he had a different face, that of a Saibei knight.
The eye scar looks like a real thing, it is really lifelike.
And this face also has a name in the world, called "The Master of Sword Destroyer-Linghu Changkong".
"I guess you got this from some awesome place. Let's put it this way, the color of sandalwood is divided into blue, purple, black, green, red, yellow and brown. The smell it emits is beneficial to the functions of the five internal organs of the human body, stabilizing the human brain and calming emotions.
, serene, calm. Helps sleep, meditates and repels mosquitoes..."
"Hey, you damn fat man, I shouldn't have let you stay in Duobao Pavilion if I had known earlier. It would be a waste of talent if you didn't manage the trading firm in the building."
"I'm not poor anymore. I'm going to collect the rootless water from the Guigu River in the next few days. If I miss it, which day do you want me to wait until it rains from the ninth floor?"
"Here, let me give you something else..."
Ying Ruge handed the twenty-four waist cards to the fat scholar, and his expression did not change much. Every waist card came from his Duobao Pavilion, and perhaps only he knew what was special about it.
"Twenty-fourth floor, the owner of the building is Zi Lang. This belt card is indeed from my hand."
Ying Ruge took him to the private room on the second floor, untied his clothes, and pulled his hand toward her little by little. The hands of craftsmen are usually rough, and the hands of craftsmen are usually clever and sensitive. He can
He could clearly feel the pain that Ying Ruge felt at that time. The piece of flesh on his right shoulder and right chest had already opened. If he pressed down further with his hand,
If you click on it, you might even touch the white bones of Ying Ruge.
"Ten Thousand Burials?"
"It is indeed the Thunder Curse Ten Thousand Burials developed by your Duobao Pavilion."
"If it's really my Wan Burian who was injured, how could it be just a place?"
"It just hit my chest and exploded. I'm afraid there were no less than ten of them."
"Are you saying that the contents of my Duobao Pavilion have been leaked?"
The fat scholar's voice trembled slightly. He was not surprised that his treasure appeared outside for no reason. What frightened him was the man in front of him. Ten thousand burials, not to mention ten thousand burials, just one ten thousand burials.
He can already destroy a military camp, but the man in front of him is still alive, good or bad.
"It seems that your ten thousand burials still lacked the heat to kill me."
"Then you can't stop me from collecting water from Guigu River."
"I have to go back to the City that never sleeps tomorrow. It will take seven days. You can give me an answer after seven days, but don't forget it."
The fat scholar could only smile bitterly. He had no way to answer: "We agreed first. Even if I can't give you an answer within seven days, you can't fucking throw me to that guy Leng Buyu. He is inhumane and he certainly won't.
Those who know how to read love basically enter the Shanxing Hall vertically and exit horizontally."
"If you can't find that person for me within seven days, then I will not only go to Elder Wuchang's place to get my Thirteen Hate, but I will also gather my..."
"Okay, I promise you, young people should not be so impulsive. Wait, half a month, okay?"
Ying Ruge didn't want to pay attention to the fat man anymore and stood up to leave, but the fat man refused and blocked the door. Ying Ruge got annoyed and jumped down from the window without a mask, so he sneaked in without a mask.
The crowd left. The fat man held on to the railing and shouted: "If half a month is not enough, then ten days will be fine..."
The fat scholar sat alone on the wooden couch, feeling his stomach, as if he was a little hungry, so why not ask for some food first?
This fat scholar looks dull, but he is one of the few hall masters in Muhan Tower. His name is actually interesting, Cassia Mingzi.
It is exactly the same as the cassia seed that improves eyesight, lowers fat, and moisturizes intestines and relieves constipation.
In the Muhan Tower, among the people who grew up playing together with Ying Ruge, apart from the dead Jun Wuhen and the missing Nangong Ziwen, the fat scholar had the closest relationship with him. The fat scholar called himself Ying Ruge.
Ge has several scars on his body, and he can tell where each scar came from.
The fat scholar was unable to practice martial arts and was too lazy, so he gave up and took another bright path.
He was so handy and clever that he added a "Duobao Pavilion" based on the seven halls in the building, and convened a group of capable craftsmen to develop various things, from basic necessities, food, housing and transportation to deadly bows and crossbows. Everyone who entered the Duobao Pavilion and came out
I couldn't help but marvel, this thing can still do this?
The fat scholar joked that people who always wear masks tend to have dark hearts. Feng Lie, who was not the poster at that time, joked, if you have the ability, you can make a mask for Ru Ru and make him become another person. The fat scholar is really, behind closed doors
In one year, I lost 60 pounds and built twelve masks made of human skin. Ying Ruge changed one mask and became a different person. Even the arrogant Feng Lie was convinced.
It was also from that day that a young swordsman named Linghu Changkong caused a stir in the world of martial arts.
After three years of wind and rain, he became known as the "Sword Destroyer Master".
The most indispensable thing in the land of fireworks is beauty. What makes men irresistible is naturally beauty.
Cassia Mingzi's biggest hobby is to develop all kinds of weird things. His second hobby is, of course, eating delicious food from all over the world. Cassia Mingzi's third hobby has never been mentioned, but in the final analysis, he is a man.
He summoned the madam to help find a very beautiful woman, put his arms around my mother's slim waist and went upstairs. Interestingly enough, the fat man asked for a twin suite in the wing.
It was already half way through the night, and Xia He was about to return to his room after serving the guests. Passing by Yue'er's boudoir, he heard a man's soft voice. When Yue'er came to fill the room with fragrance, her mother didn't say anything. She just said that she was only a performer and not a prostitute, so she taught them how to do things.
Don't lead her astray.
It was so late at night, could it be possible that Yue'er agreed to serve the guests? Or was there a handsome boy in her room?
"Is Sister He still not asleep?" Yue Nu asked lightly. Xia He outside the door also seemed to have regained her soul and responded hurriedly, "I passed by my sister's boudoir and heard a little commotion in my sister's room. It's late at night and I don't know where it is.
My son is staying in my sister’s room?”
The door creaked open, and the person who opened the door was dressed in light pink gauze, with black hair spread uncombed, and his small face, eyes, nose and mouth were as delicate as if they were carved by a skilled craftsman.
If the place is wrong, it would be easy for people to mistake it for a fairy descending to earth.
And this immortal who descended to earth was none other than Qin Yue'er, who had been waiting outside Peach Blossom Temple for half a day but still hadn't seen the Peach Blossom Fairy.
This Xia He went to explore the room of Yue Nu, that is, Qin Yue'er. It was furnished like other girls, but there was a large wooden box on the bed, ancient sandalwood, and a piano box with similar inscriptions. If it wasn't Qin Zheng, it was a guqin.
, it can’t be Pipa.
The beautiful green window on the wall facing the pair of windows was also open. It couldn't be that her little lover jumped out in a hurry. This was the fourth floor.
"Sister must be tired and heard wrongly."
"Then sister, let's take a rest earlier." Xia He walked and wondered why this happened. The voice felt very familiar to Xia He, but he couldn't tell who it was.
Passing by Qiu Xi's room again, the sound of male and female moans of joy could be heard inside. Xia He smiled slightly, what honey harvester wouldn't take a few sips of honey?
Yue Nu closed the window, and her complexion looked slightly worse. What would it have been like if it had been someone else with that kind of wound?
That ridiculous rumor says that the Ghost Controlling Master of Muhan Tower has achieved immortality. How many people really know how his immortality works?
He threw the token to Duobao Pavilion, with the clear intention that this matter should not be leaked to the building. If the people on the 36th floor also rebelled, it would undoubtedly make things worse for Muhan Tower.
To put it another way, if it was just because that Zilang was killed and the token was taken away, if he dared to kill the owner of Tiangang Tower in Muhan Tower and still dared to play this way, it would be more troublesome than Zilang's betrayal.
Zilang betrayed? Who has the ability to drive the people on the 36th floor?
If she had not come to this fragrant building that day, she would never have imagined that her lover, who had promised to retire with her in the world after completing a big event within five years, was still hiding such a secret.
Rivers flow together, yin and yang divide water, and we can only hope that one day all rivers will meet again.
But it's still uncertain whether the rivers will meet again.