Chapter 325

Although the summer in Liujing is hot, it is good that there is a large pool next to the old Tang ancient road. The ice sculpture starts from the cold winter, and the smoke waves are blooming in the spring and autumn. In summer, it can bring a trace of coolness.

Although Wangjun Lake Wangjun Lake has also brought a lot of benefits to the old and young men in Liujing. In addition to the four seasons, the wind and snow moon on the shore of Wangjun Lake are naturally indispensable, which is also the most prestigious.

In these chaotic years, in addition to the war that has not affected the south of the Yangtze River for the time being, if there is anything else that can satisfy the fresh interest of the old and young people in Liujing, it is the newly opened brothel.

Jiangnan people are fantasy, and romantic is not hooliganism, but more about a style and taste. Normally, the Qinglou Flower Square and so on can only be located in the fireworks alley of Longquanfang, where dirt is hidden, and the three teachings and nine streams can be entered. It is a good place for the children of dignitaries who want to change their tastes, but they just need to dress up in disguise. As for the area around the old Tang Dynasty Ancient Road and Wangjun Lake, although they are not romantic, they are all endless painting theaters. In the true sense, they sell art but not their bodies. Of course, if you like which actor, if you want to play for a while, you can discuss it privately with the owner, and you can be happy with a good price.

The appearance of Feng Linge broke the good rules.

Looking at the king's lake, a brothel actually appeared. Hundreds of flowers competed for beauty in broad day. Yingying Yan recruited business. In a few days, he was criticized, and the silence seemed to be in the court. What made everyone feel strange was that the eldest princess turned a deaf ear and let the brothel continue to stand on the high-sounding old Tang road, so everyone guessed one after another. Some people said that the brothel had a royal background, and others said that the use of the treasury was tight, which was the means of His Royal Highness to make money... No matter how many disputes there are, it can't change the fact that Fenglinge's business is getting hotter day by day. The sanctimonious old men blow their beards and stare, and the sons of the family have long been restless.

No one knows where the girls like flowers and jade in the brothel come from. They are more beautiful and enchanting than each other, and only one compares all the flowers in Longquanfang. They are like fairies coming out of the painting, which makes people's throats and mouths and mouth water. In addition to the girls in the pavilion, there is another rare shopkeeper of Fenglin Pavilion, the elegant lady Shangguan who wears men's clothes all day long. There was a "high-ranking man" who said that Miss Shangguan was still a virgin, and as soon as the news spread, it immediately caused an uproar. The mysterious female shopkeeper in the mysterious brothel turned out to be a virgin. What better gimmick than this? Well, after only ten days of opening, Fenglin Pavilion has become the most prosperous place in the old Tang Dynasty and even Wangjun Lake.

The business of a restaurant diagonally opposite Fenglin Pavilion is also good. Although it is not as good as Fenglin Pavilion Eleven, it is far better than other restaurants because it is close to the water platform.

In the box on the third floor of the restaurant, there are two young people sitting.

One wears a small square scarf on his head and gray cloth shoes on one foot.

He doesn't care about the cloth Wuhua that is on his head all day long, but he doesn't like it. On the one hand, he wears cloth shoes and stares all day long. On the other hand, Wuhua himself knows what the consequences will be if he takes off that piece of cloth. At least he can't afford the consequences, even if his cultivation has broken through the sky now.

"That guy... It's irresponsible!"

With a sip of wine under the water, Wuhua hit the table with a heavy punch, the wine pot shook, and the wine splashed everywhere.

"Don't be angry. After catching him, it's not too late to remove eight yuan.

Zhang Bushi said with an expressionless face, and his eyes were withdrawn from the opposite Fenglin Pavilion, falling to Wuhua, and a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

He can't go back to Zhongdu, and Wuhua can't go back to Qingtian Temple for a while. Since he said goodbye to An Bochen on Guannan Huangdao more than a month ago, the two have been wandering around. Naturally, all this was attributable to An Bochen. After Wuhua woke up, Zhang Bushi went out to inquire, but he heard the news that both An Bochen and Simajin were both swallowed by monsters. If it were someone else, they might believe it, but how can they believe it if they know An Bochen's "cunning" Zhang Bushi and Wuhua? The two were not only glad that An Bochen survived, but also indignant at his resignation. As Wuhua said, how irresponsible An Bochen's hand of golden cicadas was to their brothers.

"Wealing cloth shoes, do you think this brothel really has something to do with him?"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Hua calmed down and frowned and asked.

"Liujing is his nest. He is probably hiding in the area of Liujing, and strange things will always happen wherever he goes. At present, the strangest thing is this Fenglin Pavilion. Even if he is not the person behind the scenes, he can't get rid of it. In Zhang Bushi's words, Wuhua nodded repeatedly.

"What are you waiting for? Go and grab the female shopkeeper and ask, it will be clear."

Wuhua said, and as soon as he stood up, he was held down by Zhang Bushi.

"Don't be impatient." Gazing at the girls on the pavilion, Zhang Bushi muttered, "Wuhua, didn't you find that those women are very special?"

Wuhua was stunned and looked hard at the fans in front of the pavilion. He looked left and right and didn't see anything abnormal. He was anxious and grabbed the square scarf on his head.

"Bang!"

Zhang Bushi quickly knocked off Wuhua's hand, stared at him coldly, and then said, "Those women seem to be alive, but they are in vain. If I guess correctly, these are all dummy people, and only Tianpin monks can see it."

Aware of the joke hidden in Zhang Bushi's last "Tianpin Monk", Wuhua's handsome face floated with a strong bitterness and turned into anger. He raised his fist and said, "It's all the fault of that guy. If it hadn't been for him, I would have fallen to this point!" Humph, if you find him this time, you will want him to look good and see if he is ashamed!"

Wuhua's "that guy" no longer calls himself a little monk. Although Zhang Bushi is used to it, it is inevitable that it is not good.

After three years of separation, I visited Liujing again, but it was different.

At this moment, Zhang Bushi frowned and suddenly looked diagonally behind.

I saw a man in six or seven long clothes surrounded a young man walking through the ancient road of the Tang Dynasty. The young man was young and could raise his hands and throw his feet without a graceful demeanor, which showed that his tutoring was extraordinary. However, from the perspective of Zhang Bushi, he could just see a trace of uneasiness on his face. The teenager held a female doll in his arms. At the age of three or four, he was born like a porcelain man, snuggled up to the teenager's ears and smiled constantly.

"Who are they?"

He lost a peanut in his mouth and asked Wuhua.

"A heavenly product, and the rest of the people accompanying them are also good at local products. In addition, there are more than 30 masters hidden in restaurants on all sides. If I guess right, it should be Liu Jun and the Princess Yilong today. Zhang Bu Shidao.

"Is the woman in charge so relieved?"

"It's probably sneaking out." Zhang Bushi frowned. For some reason, he obviously wanted to see Liu Jun, but his eyes would always fall on the little princess involuntarily.

I don't know if it's a coincidence. Princess Yilong suddenly raised her face and looked at Zhang Bushi with a sweet smile.

His heart thumped, his eyebrows tingled, and Zhang Bushi's face changed sharply.

"Wealing cloth shoes, what's wrong with you today?"

Wuhua looked at Zhang Bushi doubtfully, and then followed his eyes to Li Xuan and his party, and did not find anything abnormal. At the moment Wuhua saw it, Princess Yilong withdrew her eyes and lay down beside Li Xuan's ear and said something with a smile. Li Xuan hesitated and nodded and took a group of people around Wangjun Lake to the other side.

"Did you see it? They were going to Fenglin Pavilion, but they changed their minds halfway. In addition, the Princess Yilong is very unusual.

Zhang Bushi said, and his eyes fell to the corner of the street. He saw several Taoist people standing there. They seemed to recognize the young Liu Jun in the white dragon fish suit, but they all looked sad.

"Every time I come to Liujing, there are always all kinds of strange things." Withdraw your eyes, Zhang Bushi concluded.

"He is indispensable where there are strange things." Wuhua said tacitly, and then stretched out his waist: "I'm half blind now. You can do what you want to do."

"Go to those Taoist people first, and then make a determination. It's just that no matter what happens, you are not allowed to open the square scarf.

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Lord Wuzong mysteriously disappeared, and the witch temple was also ordered to be blocked by the Southern Emperor. A devout messengers in white waited outside the temple, crawling on the east mountain, worshipping the gods, and praying that Lord Wuzong could return as soon as possible.

It's just that none of them would have thought that there were still people in the witch temple at this time.

"Xiao Anzi, do you think Wu Zong has lost your painstakingly prepared body. Who else is he likely to take away?"

looking at the murals one by one, Simajin asked casually.

"Anyway, it won't be a minor official." An Bochen smiled and said, "The person who takes away must have the strength to seize the treasure. No matter who he is, he can't escape from our hands."

Jiu Chenjun only thought that he took An Bochen again unexpectedly, but he didn't know that this was what An Bochen and Sima Jin got from the "long-term discussion". An Bochen has mastered the secret in Jiu Chenjun's memory, but he still doesn't know what the treasure is, and the Holy Society is imminent. Instead of letting Jiu Chenjun's soul fly away, it is better to release him. According to Jiu Chenjun's own original plan, An Bochen and Sima Jin play the last yellow finch.

It's a little dangerous, but only in this way can we defeat Jiu Chenjun and relieve the haze in their hearts.

A few days away from the Holy Communion, An Bochen and Sima Jin were not in a hurry to follow Jiu Chenjun. They took this opportunity to sneak into the witch temple to find the key to this game.

"Xiao Anzi, are you sure those poems are hidden in the murals?"

Every time he walks through a mural, Sima Jin will stop for a moment, or look carefully, or look carefully, but there is nothing, and so does An Bochen. Each of them walked half a circle, and the whole witch temple was finished in less than half an hour, but they still couldn't find the relevant clues.

Sima Jin didn't believe the four poems that were rendered by Jiu Chenjun, and An Bochen didn't think so.

If the fate of ten thousand years later was really calculated by the ancient immortals ten thousand years ago, what is the meaning of the existence of the world in this world?

But the two had to find the four poems.

The situation set by Jiu Chenjun is related to the poem, and that treasure has nothing to do with the poem.

At this moment, Simajin turned around and looked over the remaining five mercury troughs and fell to the temple hall.

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