Yang Chaoxi, Liu Xiaomu and a group of five people knocked on the bronze door knocker and passed through the ugly Wutou Gate. They saw the old beggar Long Zaitian and several helmsmen standing in front of the main hall. They were smiling and welcoming each other.
Needless to say, the dilapidated scene of the hospital, the five of them concealed the embarrassment on their faces very well. The Zoroastrian saint Liu Xiaomu took the saint Xiaoman, bowed happily, and said: "Thank you, Master Long, for your protection."
Love!" He then introduced to Long Zaitian, "This little Taoist nun and little novice monk are the sons and daughters of the Tianji Protector of the I Sect. I hope Gang Leader Long will take them in."
Long Zaitian smiled with a smile on his face and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Holy aunt, you are welcome! Miss Tan has a kind face and a kind heart. The old beggar has known each other for a long time. Last time, I asked the doctor to ask for medicine and treat everyone, so I gave her extra help. Unexpectedly,
She is actually the daughter of a good family. Now that the good man's house is in trouble, it is my duty to protect his children."
Tan Qing also had mixed feelings: the last time he came here, he was a rich lady, hiring miracle doctors and spending money like water. How lavish! Today, when he came here, he was like a bereaved dog. He had too much time to care for himself, let alone find his father and save his family. As soon as he thought about it.
At this point, I couldn't help but have red eyes again: "Yue Xizi thanked Senior Long for protecting her."
However, Tan Ming's eyes were clear, he clasped his hands together and said, "Zhiyuan, thank you, Master Long, for your stay."
Long Zaitian nodded repeatedly, then looked at Liu Xiaomu and said, "I wonder when the Lily Guards of your sect will come? The old beggar will send his gang to meet him."
Liu Xiaomu cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Lily Guardsmen are all Orchids. They entered the city together, which was too conspicuous. I had them change their clothes first, and then dispersed to various gates and entered the city one after another. Just as we were walking all the way, Xiaoman had already found the tree trunk in the corner.
, leaving hidden messages in the teachings along the way to guide them to come here to meet up. This is to kill first and then report, I hope Dragon Gang leader Haihan!"
Long Zaitian didn't take it seriously and smiled casually: "Haha! The old beggar admires the holy aunt for her meticulousness. Although our beggar gang has a crude house and shabby utensils, we dare not neglect the distinguished guests. We have ordered Qi Zhangbo to pack up and leave.
How many guest rooms are there, you should settle down first."
While he was talking, Long Zaitian had already led five people around the main room, through the vegetable patch, and to a row of houses on the west side of the second entrance courtyard.
When I opened the door and looked around, I saw only the old wooden window lattice and the cobwebs and dust on the door grille, which had just been cleaned away and covered with a layer of yellowing roving. The tables, benches, reed mats and wooden couches in the room were all old.
, but they were all wiped spotless. There were still large groups of wet spots on the rammed earth floor, and there was a faint sour smell of sour cream everywhere.
The most amazing thing is that a bamboo screen that was moved from nowhere stood darkly in the room, dividing the guest room into an outer hall and a bedroom. The set of tea utensils that Long Zaitian regarded as a treasure had long been washed and cleaned.
They were listed quietly on the table in the outer hall.
Even Long Zaitian was surprised by such an arrangement. Instead of glancing at the tea set from the corner of his eye, his eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance. When he looked at Qi Zhangbo again, there was a hint of reproach.
In a blink of an eye, he smiled again and said: "This is the resting place of the holy aunt. I have sent someone to borrow brocade quilts and other items. You can get them before lighting the lamp. There are also several guest rooms that are slightly smaller, with only wooden couches and reed mats.
, available for you to call.”
Yang Zhaoxi saw it and knew that Long Zaitian had tried his best.
The newly glued roving, the spilled starch, the tea utensils that were reluctantly parted with... If it were normal, it would have been enough for him to feel distressed for several days. But today, for some unknown reason, he actually wanted to pretend to be fat and invited Liu Xiaomu and others to stay here temporarily. If
It would be far-fetched to say that in order to win the bet, he resorted to a cruel trick to make Liu Xiaomu relent and admit defeat; it would be far-fetched to say that he sympathized with the Zoroastrian religion and was dissatisfied with Taiweigong's actions, so he suddenly took action and wanted to earn a "good fortune."
His reputation is even more nonsense.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out what the old beggar was planning. Yang Zhaoxi could only smile and cheer: "There are tens of thousands of rooms in the mansion, but the sleeping space can only be three feet. A bed and a couch in the path are enough! It's just that there are differences between men and women.
I wonder, little master Zhiyuan, would you like to live with me?"
Tan Ming was about to agree, but he saw his sister Qin Qing pulling him over, leaning towards Yang Chaoxi and saying: "Brother Yang, my sister and brother are both practitioners, and we don't stick to the worldly rules of men and women. Brother Kuang is 20 years old.
I'm young and haven't been home for a long time. I was about to lie down at the same table and have a long talk. Please forgive me, senior brother!"
After saying that, he hurriedly bowed and dragged Tan Ming into another guest room.
Liu Xiaomu glanced at Yang Zhaoxi with a half-smile, as if teasing him: How about a hot face against a cold butt? Brothers and sisters of the same mother naturally eat and sleep together since childhood. You are an outsider, what difference do you have?
There are differences between men and women, how can we pretend to be elegant?
Yang Zhaoxi turned his face to the side depressedly, but heard Liu Xiaomu smile to Long Zaitian: "Master Long, please worry! This guest room is very good, so Xiaoman and I will stay here. When the Lily Guards arrive one after another, we will try our best to call him.
They sleep in the outer hall. If it is really crowded, one or two more rooms will be enough! There is some money here for us to bother and spend."
As Liu Xiaomu spoke, he took out the small Qiankun bag again. Immediately, he reached into the bag with his jade hand and actually took out two large silver collars worth ten taels and stuffed them into Qi Zhangbo's hand.
Long Zaitian was dumbfounded: "This...is this the divine weapon 'Qiankun Bag'? The old beggar has wasted half his life, and finally got to see such a divine object! It's really a life worth living... The holy aunt is so generous, which makes me a beggar.
I'm so angry. Hold the bowl together! You can take people to sell some good wine and get some cooked mutton. Today, the old beggar will get drunk with the distinguished guest!"
Seeing his boldness, Liu Xiaomu also became interested. He took out two silver collars and stuffed them into Qi Zhang's bowl. He pointed out: "Since it is a banquet, sufficient food and wine must be prepared. Young Master Yang can't pour a thousand cups. If you don't drink it,
I have so much fun, why would I want to rest with you? Haha!"
Yang Zhaoxi thought of the drinking session with Xiaoman before, and it was obvious that Liu Xiaomu had seen everything, and her cheeks could not help but heat up. When she peeked at Xiaoman again, she had already turned her body to the side, pretending, and looked around the screen. The snowy neck was already
Pink.
Long Zaitian didn't know what was going on, but he said with a straight face: "Holy aunt! The old beggar has been hanging around in Luoyang City for several years, and he still has some methods of finding out information. There have been some changes in the three cities of Luoyang in the past few days, but the old beggar can't see it.
I understand, and I’m just about to take the liberty of asking the Holy Aunt for advice. I wonder if you can tell me?”
Liu Xiaomu also narrowed his eyes, knowing that the old beggar wanted to talk to him about something serious, so he turned back to Xiaoman and said: "Auntie wants to have a deep talk with the leader of the Dragon Gang. You can just stay here with Young Master Yang. There is no need to go with him."
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After finishing speaking, Long Zaitian led the way, and together with Liu Xiaomu, they walked around to the front yard and went straight to the main hall. Suddenly, only Yang Chaoxi and Xiaoman were left in the guest room.
Xiaoman still behaved as usual, picking up the simple tea set on the table and looking at it. There was always a picture lingering in his mind, which was the scene of Tan Qing sobbing in Yang Chaoxi's arms. At that time, he just felt
I felt sour in my heart, but now, when the two of them were in the same room, the sourness had turned into a slight unwillingness and jealousy. I felt like I was angry, and I didn't want to take the initiative to deal with him.
Suddenly I felt the young man's figure leaning over from the side, his chest was like a drum, and even his breathing became rapid: He, does he want to explain something to me? That Yue Xizi Tan Qing, maybe he was just a good friend of him
Fellow Taoist?
But that day at Qin Mansion, the two of them were swimming hand in hand, it was so uncomfortable... An hour ago, the two of them were so intimate and lewd... Humph! Such a frivolous and dissolute boy, I made up my mind to ignore him. See
What on earth did he have to say.
While thinking wildly, I suddenly heard him stand three feet away and said: "Xiao Man, I have always been wondering that night at Xianglu Village. It was obvious that you were deeply trapped in the sea of fire and there was no way to survive. Why did you survive the fire unscathed in the end?
Come out? Does this mean God will protect you?"
Xiaoman was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly felt infinitely disappointed. She had decided not to pay attention to him anymore, but when she remembered that in the painting boat, the tiger demon tried to take over her body, the heroes looked on with cold eyes, and the disciples were helpless. Only this young man stepped forward.
, risking his life to save her, only to preserve her perfect body. Then, all the entanglements and unhappiness in his heart disappeared in an instant, and instead, he had delusional thoughts about himself, and a flash of self-mockery flashed through.
Xiaoman put down a handle of black charcoal, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "How can it be as magical as Young Master Yang said? It was just that I borrowed the holy robe and wrapped it around my body, and I luckily avoided the fire attack."
"Oh? Come to think of it, that holy robe is definitely not an ordinary thing." Yang Chaoxi raised his eyebrows and said with great certainty.
"Giggle! Young Master is exaggerating. The holy robe is made entirely of 'fire cloth', so it is naturally not afraid of fire." Seeing his serious expression, Xiao Man couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.
Yang Chaoxi scratched his head and couldn't help but muttered: "I've heard of Huo Huan Bu." It is recorded in the "Shen Yi Sutra" that there are volcanoes in the south where fire beasts live. Their hair is woven into cloth, which is called Huo Huan Bu. In the past, it was only
I thought it was a rumor, but I didn’t expect that such a thing actually existed in the world.”
Seeing his unbelievable look, Xiao Man put away his smile and pretended to be profound: "It turns out that the fire cloth in the Middle Earth is made of fire beast hair. The fire cloth we eat is made of thousands of miles."
In the vast sea, a kind of spider silk called 'Golden Armored Wolf Spider' is woven.
This kind of wolf spider is wild and difficult to tame and cannot be raised, so it is difficult to obtain silk. If you want to weave a piece of cloth, you don't know how much effort it takes. So even if it is not a sacred object, it can be regarded as a rare treasure. I am a Zoroastrian worshiper of fire.
Out of respect for you, I took this fire-huan cloth and cut it into a holy garment to show my miraculous powers."
Only then did Yang Zhaoxi nodded in agreement: "No wonder I always feel that nine out of ten of the "Shen Yi Jing" have no solid evidence and are just crazy talk..."
"Pfft! Grrrrrrrrrr..." Xiaoman suddenly burst into laughter.
Only then did Yang Chaoxi realize that she had been deceived. She immediately rushed forward in anger and was about to give Xiaoman a violent blow, but she dodged it deftly. When Yang Chaoxi saw her using the "Busheng Lotus" movement technique, she also had both hands.
They joined forces and chased after him. The two of them chased and hid, and actually started playing "cat catching a mouse" in this small guest room.
They were running for a few breaths, but they were no different. The two of them sat at one end of the bench, both covered with sweat and panting. Yang Chaoxi suddenly remembered something again, turned his face and said: "That day I returned to Jiashanfang Pavilion
She, I saw the note you left for me, saying that there was an emergency at the wine shop and I called you back. It turns out that the emergency meant that you went to Chang'an to pretend to be a 'saint'?"
But Xiaoman's smile faltered: "Master...Xiaoman left in a hurry and didn't leave a note!"
Yang Zhaoxi's expression also changed: "Who should have left that note?"