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No one expected that the honest monk would actually become honest this time...

He really shamelessly wrote a magnificent "Ode to the Sword Master", which was full of gorgeous rhetoric praising Hao Jian's invincible swordsmanship. Gong Jiu's expression was distorted when he heard it...

Especially Hao Jian, who looked intoxicated and started playing the shining golden erhu on the wine table!

Even my uncle and aunt can't bear it!

The little old man was obviously a little surprised. Although he had some ability to see into people's hearts, he was not a mind reader. He was just good at guessing other people's psychology...

No matter how much the little old man could speculate, he still didn't include the big box that Hao Jian never left...

It actually contains an erhu, and there are not one, but three erhus inside!

You are such a majestic swordsman, it is not surprising that you carry three swords with you, but why on earth do you carry three erhus for Mao?

In the entire waterside pavilion, the originally lively banquet scene suddenly became awkward...

Only Shaman opened her peach blossom eyes and looked at Hao Jian with a bit of curiosity!

Once this woman becomes curious about a man, she is bound to do something bad!

On this island, Shaman has met almost all kinds of men. Except for the little old man, almost no man looks at her without possessiveness in his eyes!

It's just that because of Gong Jiu's power, the other men only have lustful hearts and no sexual courage...

"This man...maybe my only hope..." Shaman thought to himself as he looked at Hao Jian's expression as he was immersed in the majestic poetry and the wonderful sound of the harp.

Gong Jiu's expression became more and more ferocious!

"Brother Jiu..." Beef Soup looked at Gong Jiu and whispered.

Gong Jiu glanced at the beef soup indifferently, then glanced at the little old man who had restored his smile, and forced himself to suppress his inner dissatisfaction...

It wasn't until Monk Lao Shi finished singing "Ode to the Sword Master" that Hao Jian played the last note with some lingering thoughts...

"It's finally over!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Before they could move from cup to cup again, Hao Jian smacked his lips and played the erhu again. This time the music style changed, directly becoming "Yin in Sickness"!

Gong Jiu: "..."

Everyone was immediately aroused into a sad and sad mood. It was obviously a banquet to welcome the wind and wash away the dust, but it seemed to have turned into a funeral!

The honest monk was shocked, and the familiar feeling came back...

Before he could resist by silently reciting the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, the sound of the piano directly invaded his soul.

The sour scholar slumped on the chair with a dull expression on his face. The originally fragrant wine no longer had the slightest appeal to him...

Beef Soup was quite calm just now, but he was unknowingly shaken by Hao Jian's weird piano music. His pupils slowly dilated, his eyes went blank, his mouth opened slightly, and he even drooled out without noticing...

Except for the little old man and Gong Jiu, everyone in the waterside pavilion looked like their loved ones had died...

Even Gong Jiu's expression gradually changed, her breathing became heavier, and her eyes became more terrifying...

Only the little old man still maintained his calm posture, looking at the people with different expressions at the banquet, as if he was looking at the faces of all living beings.

"This Hao Jian... is indeed an unparalleled strong man! He can actually use music to infect the emotions of these strong men..." the little old man thought to himself.

After a while, Gong Jiu's emotions finally broke out.

He banged the table, became furious, snorted coldly, and walked away angrily!

Everyone in the waterside pavilion suddenly woke up due to Gong Jiu's powerful slap.

"I never thought that our distinguished guest has such attainments in music, which makes me so impressed..." the little old man said flatly, saying he was impressed, but there was no hint of admiration in his expression.

Of course, there was no sullenness about Hao Jian ruining the atmosphere of the banquet.

The little old man is like a god looking down on the world and doesn't care about anything!

Even if this place was burned down, he would not feel the slightest pity.

Hao Jian smiled shyly, "I can't help it, I can't help it...it made the old gentleman laugh..."

Beef Soup felt the long filaments stretched around his mouth, and he quickly recalled the ugly behavior just now in his mind, screamed, and rushed out of the waterside pavilion in an instant...

She had the urge to strangle Hao Jian to death!

If she could do it, she would never be soft-hearted!

At this point, no one has the intention to continue this banquet!

The little old man smiled and said: "Your guest is tired from the journey, why not... just stop here today? Please go to the monastery and have a good rest."

Hao Jian nodded, calmly put the erhu into the box, held it in his hand, and walked towards the monastery along the way as if there was no one else around.

Don’t care about other people’s opinions!

…

There are many kinds of nights.

Some are calm, some are active, some are lonely, and some are restless...

For Sour Scholar, He Zhizhang, Mustache and others, the lively nightlife has just begun.

No, soon they got together and began to gamble...

The sour scholar was sitting on the bank, holding the dice in his hand, and banging it on the bowl, "Hurry up and place your bet, you have placed your bet, buy it and leave!"

Everyone placed bets one after another. For them, this is a daily entertainment activity and a must...

The bet is very simple, three dice, leopard, six will take it all, four, five, six is ​​certainly not a small deal...

"Hey, why didn't you see Shaman here today?" Xiaozi had placed his bet, and as if he remembered something, he raised his head and looked around, wondering.

The sour scholar said without raising his head: "What's wrong with not coming? Even if you come, what else can you do besides peeking in from the collar of Shaman's loose nightgown?"

"Hahahahahaha..." Everyone laughed.

Mustache smiled and said: "What's that? Who among you here has never seen anything other than beef soup? That figure, tsk tsk... I'm willing to live for three years less if I sleep for one night!"

The sour scholar sneered: "You want to sleep with that bitch after three years of life? Are you afraid it's a dream? If you sleep with her, I guess you will never see the sun tomorrow!"

"That's right, that's my ninth brother's woman. How dare you trash think that?" The beef soup came from someone who didn't know when it came, and sneered.

Mustache smiled and said: "So, we can only think about it... The Ninth Young Master is back today. Of course, Shaman won't have time to play dice with us. Maybe she is at the Ninth Young Master's place right now... She is happy.

!Hey Hey……"

A group of people suddenly laughed obscenely.

Beef Soup sneered: "What attracts you to a woman who looks like sorghum? Is it because my princess's breasts are not big enough? Why don't any of you take a look at my princess?"

"You are a princess...how dare we?" The sour scholar chuckled.

Everyone knows that beef soup is called "bee", and the sour scholars don't want to try it...

…

However, Shaman was not in Gongjiu's room!

On the contrary, she was standing in Hao Jian's monastery at this time, wearing a light robe. There was no makeup on her face, but under the dim light, the charm she exuded made the bright moon shine.

Feeling ashamed, he hid in the dark clouds.

She just stood there casually, neither moving nor speaking.

She has been standing here for a while.

Hao Jian looked at Shaman, the fierce royal sister, and scratched his head, "Can I understand that... you are seducing me?"

Shaman nodded seriously, twisted his soft waist and walked to Hao Jianjian. His voice was as gentle as a nightingale, "The long night is long, I have no intention of sleeping, a man and a woman are alone in the same room, what else can it be?"

With that said, Shaman fell into Hao Jian's arms.

Hao Jian quickly ducked out of the way, and Shaman fell to the ground with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Girl, we're not familiar yet, why don't you stop?" Hao Jian said with a smile, "You don't have to be like this. After all, do I look like a sperm on the brain?"

Shaman's eyes changed slightly, smiled, and slowly got up from the ground.

Her movements were so graceful, her slender waist gradually brought up her plump buttocks, and her long and straight legs made her even more attractive.

Even Xue Bing, who is known as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, is still a little green compared to Shaman!

This is simply a beauty in the world!

Shaman said quietly: "I want to ask you to help me kill someone, and the price is my own body!"

Hao Jian suddenly remembered...

Shaman is indeed a beauty in the world, but she also suffers from the suffering caused by her charming body!

Shaman, originally called Jiang Shaman.

And she has a brother named Jiang Yufei, known as "Flying Jade Tiger"!

It was this Jiang Yufei who broke the body of his biological sister Jiang Shaman!

Thinking of this, Hao Jian's expression was a little strange, "It's not difficult to kill someone, why do you have to pay the price with your body?"
To be continued...