The old man did not answer Chen Qingniu's question, but turned his head to look at the burly woman with interest, and said in amazement: "We are so arrogant and taciturn, as tall as a mountain, and we are so powerful! There are such a wonderful woman in the world?!"

Xie Shiji was indifferent and had a heroic fighting spirit, just waiting for Chen Qingniu to nod.

Chen Qingniu asked with a smile: "Mr. Gao, this is not very particular, right? It is said that only when there is a disagreement in the world, we will draw our swords to face each other. We can't say that we met too late. At least we can have a good conversation. Why should we face each other in life and death?"

Chen Qingniu, who was left aside, chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't praise me, it's the same for praising Xie Shiji."

He gestured to Xie Shiji with his eyes to retract the half spear and continued to ask, "Mr. Gao, are you giving me an explanation?"

Gao Linlian slowly put away his chopsticks, placed them gently on the table, sat upright, with a solemn expression, and asked in a deep voice: "Dare you ask, I am a noble man in the Vermillion Bird, and I am a white dragon fish dress?"

Chen Qingniu was confused when he heard this. He was in a bad mood when he stabbed someone for no reason, and his tone was a bit solemn, "Old sir, just say something."

Gao Linlian frowned and remained silent.

At this moment, the old man was like a statue of a sage sage who was worshipping in the holy temple, thinking about the great cause of the past year after year, and was particularly solemn.

Chen Qingniu also subconsciously frowned.

Since he became a guest minister of Guanyin Sect for no reason, Chen Qingniu has not been so awe of anyone. Even if he confronts the demons of the Prime Minister's Sect, he still has some condescending feelings.

Gao Linlian stood up with a stern face and said in a stiff tone, "No matter whether you are the dragon son and grandson of Zhu's family, the only seed of Fuyao's Song family, or the main priest with a huge background, in the territory of Liangzhou, no one is allowed to do anything here, treat the lives of the people like grass!"

Chen Qingniu smiled angrily and said, "For this, the old man followed this Shanghu all the way, and risked the risk of ruining his reputation and losing his integrity in the evening, he also wanted to climb the brothel and monitor me, an unknown foreigner nearby?"

Gao Linlian left straight away, pausing a little while crossing the threshold, "Young man, don't give me a real chance to draw a sword!"

Before Xie Shiji could make any move, Chen Qingniu, who was in tune with her, waved her hand and refused to chase her.

Chen Qingniu looked around, plain and ordinary, gave up his plan to slander Qingling and did not think about staying there to clean up the mess. Gao Linlian's poor old scholar had oil on his feet. Chen Qingniu did not have the heart to take the blame for others. If the Honglou had the ability, he would go to the Liangwang Mansion to collect debts.

He and Xie Shiji shot towards the flower boat where the young Bai Jiao was, and arrived in an instant.

In the room, Bai Jiao seemed to have been captured by the immortal magic that was a prison. He stayed obediently, sat quietly, and his head was on the table, a little bored.

Her slender back is like a piece of plum branches covered with snow.

Chen Qingniu slowed down and sat beside her. She stood up in panic, leaned back slightly, and stood timidly.

It is obvious that Xiaobai Jiao was very afraid of this young god.

Chen Qingniu didn't care about this and asked, "Have you ever heard of Gao Linlian in Prince Liang's Mansion, an old scholar?"

Bai Jiao shook his head blankly.

Chen Qingniu nodded and fell into deep thought.

At the Shanghu Ferry Crossing, the elderly scholar looked back and pinched his fingers in his sleeves. The breeze was blowing gently, and the cuffs were whispered by the wind.

Then, almost at the same time, Chen Qingniu and Gao Linlian looked up north at the same time, and it was the Liangwang Mansion.

Deep in the courtyard of the mansion, there was a thin old Taoist sitting upright at the table, an oil lamp swaying, the old Taoist holding a whisk in one hand, spreading his palms in front of him, and looking down.

The fine kudzu Taoist robe worn by the old Taoist Taoist is different from the Longhu Mountain style of the Taoist ancestral courts in the world. It is like a small Taoist boy who has just entered the Taoist sect. He has a flat crown and a yellow robe, which is extremely simple. Compared with the Huang Zi nobleman in the Tianshi Mansion, he is a fairy.

However, such a careless old Taoist priest was one of the two people Chen Qingniu was most afraid of when he first entered the Liangwang Mansion. At that time, the Taoist priest deliberately revealed his cultivation and successfully killed the three corpses, but also refined three souls and occupied them in the Qi Sea. His body of Taoism would inevitably be super magical.

This is a sure-fire land god!

Just relying on the perfect and flawless Supreme Yang Qi, even if the old Taoist is in the most yin land of the human world such as mass graves, he does not use any magic weapon to protect the body or the secret technique to help him. Not only can he be invaded by all evil, but for the wandering ghosts who are most afraid of the sun, even though it is late at night, the old Taoist is still like a scorching sun hanging in the sky.

The old Taoist, who was caught in the clues, smiled casually, and was not angry, but just clenched his fists and scraped off the strange red lines in his palms with his fingertips.

According to legend, the true man of Dedao can apply secret oil or gold juice and vermilion paint to his palms. No matter how big or small things are thousands of miles away, they are all seen in the palm of his palm, and the smallest hair is revealed.

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This small episode is like ripples in Shanghu Lake. The wind blows and the wind blows and disappears when it passes.

Chen Qingniu gave up his worries and suddenly asked, "That white ape is your confidant maid?"

Bai Jiao smiled and said innocently: "I don't know."

Maybe she thought this answer could easily cause "mortality". She quickly added, "I just saved her life."

Fighting rice to raise grace, and raising rice to raise grudges. People’s hearts are unpredictable, let alone brothels that hide the most dirt and dirt.

Chen Qingniu pointed to the key point and asked, "Does she know your true identity?"

Bai Jiao nodded, "When I saved her, I did not use the Dharma image, but the righteous master. However, if I wanted to do so, I could have maintained half of my body."

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "Human head and dragon body?"

Bai Jiao showed a hint of shyness for the first time, "My journey of transformation from my mother is contrary to my mother, starting from the end..."

Chen Qingniu stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, and he couldn't imagine the terrible scene, "Stop it! Needless to say."

After a moment of silence, Bai Jiao casually talked about the white ape's life experience.

It turned out that she was a poor fisherman in Shanghu. Her father died of illness early. Her originally beautiful mother was born weak and could not stand it. She had to secretly run a flesh-and-skinned business under the guise of ferrying on the boat, just like a private prostitute on the shore. Whenever the boat arrived at a lush or secluded place in the middle of the lake, the woman would have sex with the man for only the fifty cents.

Whenever this happens, the young white ape will hug her head and huddle on the deck of the bow, cover her ears, and look at the lake. The drunk man who did her mother's business actually coveted the ten-year-old white ape. As a result, her mother struggled to resist like crazy, and was punched by a man who was ignorant of the severity of the attack. The poor woman who was already haggard could not come up in one breath and died. After sobering up, the man kept doing it and carried it with his hands.

The girl grabbed the girl's hands like a chicken and pressed her back. Unexpectedly, the ragged girl struggled to death. She opened her mouth and bit off half of his ears. In the stinging and anger, the man's murderous intention arose again. He threw the white ape into the lake. Seeing that he was swimming, he slapped it hard with a bamboo pole, hurting one of the girls' thighs to prevent them from escaping. Then he slowly slapped the girl's body and head with a bamboo pole. The man laughed loudly.

If Bai Jiao hadn't happened to pass by and rescued her casually, the poor girl would have been tortured and killed.

At that time, the drunk man was pressed on his head by a claw of several feet long by the white dragon. He died on the spot like a watermelon burst.

Bai Jiao shook his claws and threw the body into the lake. He glanced at the girl coldly, then lost interest and jumped into the water again.

At this time, Bai Jiao was talking calmly on the boat. The immortal monks who listened to the story were not full of righteous indignation, and even had no emotional fluctuations.

Even Bai Jiao, who had a little contact with the worldly affairs, felt that the young demon in front of him was really heartless.

She gradually lost the interest in chatting and shut up.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Chen Qingniu stood up and left.

When he and Xie Shiji walked to the door, Bai Jiao, who was relieved, muttered in a low voice, "No wonder my mother said that the immortal family is ruthless."

She saw that the cruel and ruthless young immortal stopped and hurriedly repaired the problem. "The immortal family is ruthless, so the truth is the truth!"

Chen Qingniu smiled and continued to move forward.

Xie Shiji turned his head and glanced without expression.

He scared the young Bai Jiao so much that he wanted to move.
Chapter completed!