Not only Liulifang, which suffered a lot during the Qingming Festival, but the entire Liangzhou City was whispering about the topic of spring thunder explosion in Shanghe. The wine shop storytellers spitted everywhere. Some said that there was a black dragon at the bottom of the Shanghe River, with infinite magic power. They fought with the immortals who were responsible for killing demons and eliminating demons, so there were bursts of spring thunder. Some said that Li Zhuangyuan died unjustly that year, not because he died of drunkenness, but because he was killed by evil people. After his death, he turned into a Yin God of Shanghe and rolled up big waves to show his grievances to the world.

Everyone was talking and sensation. Under Liangzhou's nose, many Taoist robes, monks traveling around, and even Pang Fengchu, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, came to Liangzhou City overnight. For a moment, undercurrents surged.

Chen Qingniu had mixed blessings and misfortunes, and the misfortunes were blind and blind. The blessing was that Mrs. Fan, the "Supreme Emperor" who came into contact with Liulifang, and was able to enter Liuli Courtyard. The Erling's family sent two new sets of clothes that night. The servant was still a servant, but he did not need to serve tea and water to run errands. He was told that Liuli Courtyard was on duty and his salary doubled. The Erling's family pre-registration was obviously much more intimate. In addition, Chen Qingniu seemed to have completely cut off the root of the disease after being blind, and there was no more suffering from the midnight period.

Chen Qingniu stood up in the morning with a carp. He was surprised to find that after opening his eyes, he had a blurry vision, which seemed to be a sign of restoring his vision. He calmed down, put on his fit clothes, practiced some bad hand gestures, went to the kitchen to choose a fish bladder and casing, but was told by the squad who was squad there that someone had taken the job. Chen Qingniu vaguely saw that Li Yang, who was used to being arrogant, seemed to talk to him, and also brought the sun to the flattery of the west.

The squad leader took him to Liuli Courtyard to receive the service, and half-seriously and half-jokingly said that Brother Chen will become prosperous in the future, so don’t forget his brother. Chen Qingniu looked flattered and hurriedly said that he still needs to be supported by Li Dashi.

The simple and elegant Liuli Courtyard is not as ugly as other large private courtyards in Liulifang. However, anyone who wants to eat in Liulifang knows it well. This yard is only prepared for the future Liulifang courtesan. Qin Xiangjun, who was still a cardamom actor, walked out from here, and was full of glory and status. There was no suitable innocent courtesan. The Liuli Courtyard would rather be empty than just stuffed with vulgar powder. After the exquisite body and beautiful skin became the courtesan, Liuli Courtyard was vacant for several years.

But yesterday, the new master was welcomed by Liuli Courtyard.

It is said to be a jade Hui Zhaorong.

Anyone with a good nose can smell an unusual smell.

As the saying goes, the emperor and the ministers are the servants who can join the Liuli Courtyard, which has a scarce share of people. When the master goes to heaven, he will naturally ascend to heaven. After learning that Chen Qingniu stepped on dog shit, Li Yang dared not look down on the Chen family Xiao Aman who has been mediocre.

Chen Qingniu entered the yard, with a bunch of dense purple bamboos and a stone table engraved with a chessboard. There were two boxes of the most famous mandarin duck chess pieces of jade emblem, both of which are Qilin jade, but there are two types of black and white, so it is called mandarin duck zi. Several ancient rattan chairs, and a huge celadon fish tank in the corner, with dozens of red carp in it.

Chen Qingniu's vision was blurred and he didn't dare to look around. A very hunchbacked old woman told him what to do and what not to do. Only then did Chen Qingniu realize that except for the lucky Qingling, there were only two servants in the whole yard, he and the old woman. He only needed to stand in the yard forbidden landmine pool when Qingling rested.

On the first day, Chen Qingniu, who was standing in the yard, only heard the sound of the ancient piano, but Qingling did not step out of the building. Chen Qingniu was very talented in music. When the wet nurse was alive, her aunts always liked to let him pluck the strings randomly, or they played a song first, and then let Chen Qingniu, who had only listened once or twice, play it, and always heard sour and savorous words like the wonderful hands.

In recent years, Chen Qingniu has not been qualified to not have the opportunity to touch the guqin again. However, whenever he hears the comments of literati and poets, no matter the essence and dross, he remembers it in his heart and can barely be considered a half-baked piano player. Chen Qingniu could hear that the Qing Gu's playing the piano not only has a rare guqin, but her piano skills are also far superior to the fragrance of Liulifang. It is clear and distant, and it is central and broad.

Chen Qingniu can even pat his chest and say conscience: he has the style of a national scholar.

It is enough to make a piano master like Xiao Wan'er feel ashamed of himself.

The next day, the tutu style suddenly changed.

Sorrowful and charming, deep chanting.

Like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir.

There is no such thing as yesterday's clever aura.

Chen Qingniu was stunned when he heard it.

His eyes could see the scene within five steps. He stood near the celadon fish tank and looked up at the second floor where the sound of the piano was heard. He became more and more interested in this Qingling.

On the third day, Chen Qingniu did not hear the sound of the piano that was clear and clear in his heart no matter what style, and stood in disappointment for most of the day. At dusk, he stood in front of the half-person-high celadon, lowered his head to look at the leisurely red carp, and his mood began to change. The three-day appointment was about to come.

The three times of knocking on the door were heard. Chen Qingniu was shocked and ran to open the door. It was the mysterious groom. He just said to follow me. Chen Qingniu had no nonsense. He followed him and got into a relatively simple new carriage.

When Chen Qingniu left the yard, the red carp in the celadon sprinted and jumped out of the water, refusing to remain peaceful.

It was not until a simple and slender woman walked to the celadon flower tank that dozens of red carp calmed down and remained motionless.

Behind the young woman stood a hunchbacked woman with a natural evil face. She asked, "Grandma Yin, is this man going to kill someone?"

The old woman nodded and said, "It's almost done."

The weak woman had a pair of smart eyes and said softly: "Can you change a servant?"

The old woman sighed, "It's hard."

The Dong family is the top ten richest family in Nengliangzhou, with its descendants flourishing. The contemporary clan leader Dong Qiu was once one of the nine ministers of Zhuque. He retired ten years ago and returned home in glory. He died of old age without illness or pain at the age of 80. The new clan leader Dong Zhuo specially invited Yang Hengyang, a man from Lizhou to find dragons and point acupoints. Finally, he found a good chapel and buried in a beautiful scenery to seek shelter from the descendants of the Dong family for hundreds of thousands of years.

Dong Zhuo spent money to buy a general with a miscellaneous number before his father Dong Qiu retired. He had no soldiers to take, but he could support three hundred soldiers in Liangzhou City. He was unscrupulous. The governor of Liangzhou was afraid of the old lady's temple minister, the great master of the Taigong Temple, and his power was still there. He turned a blind eye and dared not speak out.

Dong Zhuo is of the same physique as King Yan. King Yan is strong, but Dong Zhuo is fat and bloated. Every year, dozens of good ladies and young wives die in the leopard room of Dong Mansion. There are countless beautiful servants who died at the hands of Dong Zhuo. Dong Zhuo is different from many brothers. He has only one son and one daughter. His eldest son Dong Ming is the foreman of a playboy in Liangzhou City. He is idle and bullies men and women. He is better than his youth than his son. He is privately called a "baby father and dog son" by the people of Liangzhou City. The young girl does not leave his home. He only heard that the evil man Dong Zhuo even loves this girl.

The white-haired groom parked the carriage outside the Dong Mansion gate, and two jade lions, who were as tall as others, were majestic.

The groom threw an ancient sword to Chen Qingniu and said coldly: "The things that are in the way have been cleaned up. The Dong family's direct family members are all in the lobby."

The ancient sword is four feet and three inches long, and the sword is terrible and the sword is cold.

Chen Qingniu lifted his sword and pushed the door in.

Brilliant lobby.

More than forty men, women, young and old, all dressed in brocade, and were extremely bright. At this moment, they were no longer domineering, with a sad expression, and trembling.

Everyone wanted to escape but could not move, as if they were cast as a mantra from the novel "The Legend of Immortality and Buddha".

Dong Zhuo stood in the center, trembling with fat body, pale but ruthlessly said: "Zhu Zi, Mr. Dong has only one request, let go of the young girl Qingnang!"

Dong Zhuo, who was as bloated as a pig, stood sideways a seven or eight-year-old girl. Dong Zhuo held hands, raised his little head, and looked at Chen Baixiong timidly.

Chen Qingniu, who looked calm, cut off Dong Zhuo's huge head without saying a word.

Roll out.

Death without mercy, the head brings out a path of blood.

It is chopping rather than stabbing. One is that Dong Zhuo's body may even stab more than a dozen swords and cannot stop the anger. Two is that Chen Qingniu just wants to make the pig die without a complete corpse.

One sword and one head.

In the lobby, forty-one heads with a hideous and painful face fell to the ground.

Chen Qingniu never felt distracted by the actions of kindness.

Chen Qingniu finally walked to the little girl, raised her sword, and whispered: "Don't commit the wrong baby like me in the next life."

Just as Chen Qingniu was about to swing his sword, he pierced his eardrum with a loud shout.

"evil creature!"

Like a phoenix sound, it came from afar.

Chen Qingniu spitted out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were still sinister, and he insisted on cutting down the sword.

Mrs. Fan's royal groom appeared quietly beside Chen Qingniu, and swung his fists, which would have to stop the amazingly powerful uninvited guest.

Bang!

The groom took two steps back and hit Chen Qingniu, which just hit Chen Qingniu's sword, and only cut a deep blood groove on the girl's shoulder.

The girl who was ignorant of the world still stared at Chen Qingniu.

His face was pale and his eyes were sad, but he was always simple and clear.

A handsome man wearing a purple robe official uniform of a third-rank Suzaku Dynasty, standing in the head of the lobby, with an angry face and gritted his teeth and said, "What a domineering Hammer Fairy Fist, are the remnants of the Bai family in Fengyang still dead?"

The white-haired groom had no expression on his face, and he carried Chen Qingniu's back collar and flew away.

The man in purple robe with a superb look shook his hands, and the wide cuffs of the third-rank official uniform suddenly rose up, and a majestic and righteous energy flowed all over his body. His elegant face was covered with a layer of purple light. With a wave of his sleeves, the majestic and righteous energy condensed into two purple dragons, whistling towards the groom and Chen Qingniu, suffocating majesty.

Wherever the purple air goes, the strong and tight bluestone floor in the lobby is lifted up one by one, suspended, crushed, and powdered.

The white-haired groom frowned, threw Chen Qingniu out of the wall, turned around, and punched his fists again. The fists were covered with white mist and collided with the purple air. He was pressed by this unstoppable blow and retreated again and again. The stone slab under his feet cracked a large crack until he was hit on the rich door of the Dong Mansion. Two giant doors fell to the ground. The white-haired man took advantage of the opportunity to retreat and picked up Chen Qingniu and the ancient sword who were unconscious on the road outside the mansion. He jumped and flew away without a trace.

The man in purple robe wanted to chase after him. Yu Guang saw the little girl standing in the middle of the corpse. He stopped, walked quickly to her and squatted down. He brushed his hands with one hand and removed some kind of immortal forbidden method. With his eyes red, he hugged the poor child tightly and used some method to help her stop bleeding. He comforted softly: "Little Qingnang is not afraid. Uncle Pang is here, no one can bully Xiao Qingnang."

The little girl, who had no restrictions, stood there stubbornly, with scarlet shoulders, heart-wrenching pain, and tears could not be stopped, but she just wiped hard and shook her head.

He was praised by Emperor Zhuque as "the eight winds of the Pang family are not moving", and his finger pinch was terrifying. His five fingers were dazzled. Finally, he murmured with sadness: "It's a bad fate!"

The girl whispered: "Qingnang doesn't hurt, Uncle Pang doesn't cry."
Chapter completed!