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As soon as he returned to Chang'an, he was ridiculed. Of course, Yang Fan felt unhappy, but it was unjustifiable to beat him up. Just when he was about to bypass a few people and enter the city, Chai Lingwu seemed even more interested.
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't dare to talk back, he directly pointed his finger and said arrogantly: "Don't all the people in Chang'an City brag about Wannian County's uncle punching the prince and his superior force? In my opinion, he is just a bear. He maimed one.
I'm just an envoy of Fuso. I can run faster than a rabbit. If you have the ability to fight me for 300 rounds, I want you to have a taste of my power, grandpa..."
As the saying goes, drunkenness makes people cowardly, not to mention that Chai Lingwu is not a coward. He was born in a martial arts family and has been struggling since he was a child. Although his martial arts are unparalleled, he is definitely not comparable to ordinary warriors, so he has his own arrogance.
This is also the basis for becoming the leader of the second generation of Chang'an.
Ever since the Chang'an County government issued a notice to rectify Yang Fan's name, the people of Chang'an had praised Yang Fan to great heights, and the news became more and more popular. As the leader of the second generation ancestor, of course he was not convinced.
Hearing Chai Lingwu's words, Yang Fan frowned and said to himself: "This guy really deserves a beating. He dares to call you grandpa in front of me. If I don't beat you into a pig's head, I will write Yang upside down."
He stopped the servants who wanted to help, jumped off his horse and went straight to the open space aside. Yang Fan explained his attitude with his actions.
Seeing this posture, Chai Lingwu became even more excited. He was a militant maniac and never failed in a fight.
However, as soon as he jumped off the horse, he was grabbed by a butter boy behind him. At the same time, he said to Yang Fan: "Uncle Zhongyi, Brother Chai drank too much. Please don't worry about it. We will take him away right now..." and then gave him a lot of money.
Chai ordered Wu to wink.
This made Yang Fan a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was an understanding person, and he was regretting that he couldn't vent his anger.
I saw Chai Lingwu roaring and pulling out, and the butter boy flew out in an instant, waving his fists as big as sandbags and running towards Yang Fan while screaming.
In fact, it is no wonder that Chai Lingwu is like this. Although he has a bit of a venomous tongue, his heart is not too bad. He usually has nothing to do, so he seems lawless.
When my younger brother persuaded him at this time, didn't he obviously think that he was inferior to Yang Fan? He loved face and vanity and couldn't bear it.
It's a pity that no matter how angry the sheep is, it's just a sheep and can never become a tiger, not to mention Yang Fan is the king of tigers.
Yang Fan raised his foot and kicked Chai Lingwu in the chest. Chai Lingwu flew out instantly like a bull.
Just when Chai Lingwu was shaking his head in confusion and trying to get up, he heard a burst of slaps and soon passed out gloriously. Maybe his own mother would not recognize him now even after she was resurrected.
Seeing how ferocious Yang Fan was, several young men in uniforms who were following him were so frightened that they backed away, fearing that they would also be implicated.
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't move for a while, he plucked up the courage and said, "Uncle Zhongyi, how could you be so cruel? Brother Chai just drank too much and talked too much. As for beating him like this?"
After the beating, he felt much better. He was too lazy to pay attention to these second-generation ancestors. Yang Fan hooked his hand and said: "You know who made the first move. If you have problems with your eyes, you can go find a doctor."
, if there is something wrong with your brain, you can come and find an explanation now, don’t waste my time.”
A group of young men in brocade robes looked at each other, and they had no choice but to help Chai Lingwu, who had fainted, and ride away. They all wished they had a few more legs now.
This was just a small episode. Yang Fan didn't take it seriously, but he never expected that many more stories would happen in the future.
Yang Fan returned to the house, and before he could sit down for a while, Fang Yiai and Du He arrived at Yang's house.
As soon as they sat down, the two of them chatted impatiently: "Brother Yishan, you are finally back. I heard that you gave Chai Lingwu a good beating just now."
After pouring a cup of tea for the two of them, Yang Fan smiled slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Looking at the way you are gloating about his misfortune, you don't have any grudge against him."
Fang Yiai patted his head naively and shook his head: "Actually, it's not really a grudge. I just can't stand that kid's bullshit look."
"Oh, that's true..." Yang Fan looked at them with a half-smile and replied.
Only then did Du He explain that it turned out that this group of second-generation ancestors in Chang'an City was actually a small group.
After all, none of these people can inherit the title of their fathers, so they all share the same problem, and it is normal for them to hang out together.
Fang Yiai and Du He also belong to this type of people, but they are all competitive people, and Chai Lingwu is the most capable of them among this group of people, and can be regarded as a martial arts fanatic.
Usually when they had any disputes, they would compete in martial arts, and Fang Yiai and Du He naturally suffered a lot from it. Now seeing Chai Lingwu defeated, of course they felt a little excited.
Of course, they don't have any hatred, they simply want to see Chai Lingwu make a fool of himself.
"What a group of carefree second-generation ancestors. We don't know each other without fighting. I instantly felt that Chai Lingwu was not so annoying. No wonder they rebelled together and were beheaded together."
Thinking of this, Yang Fan nodded, that's it, so he then asked: "You won't go out of your way to confirm the authenticity of this news, right?"
Fang Yiai and the other two picked up their teacups and took a sip of tea before replying: "Of course not, brother Yishan just came back, didn't he? As brothers, of course I have to help you clean up the dust as soon as possible. Little brother, we have arranged the place, and also
Please ask the good brothers to show your face."
The two of them seemed a bit naive, but they had to say that they were quite good at it. With just a few simple words, the distance between the two of them unknowingly narrowed a lot.
They are indeed children of a famous family. These people are not stupid. What they lack is just an opportunity, but the background of the times makes them can only be a dissolute second generation ancestor.
If these people were born into modern society, they would be the kind of people in society who are all-rounded and take both black and white, and their chances of success would be very high.
Since they were serious, Yang Fan certainly would not refuse, and not long after, several people came to Pingkangfang.
After coming to Chang'an for so long, Yang Fan really didn't take a good walk around Chang'an City, and Pingkangfang was also a bit novel for him.
Through Fang Yiai's introduction, Yang Fan had a preliminary understanding.
Well, how should I put it? In fact, the layout of Pingkangfang is very interesting.
There are not only Taoist temples here, but also the residences of many imperial ministers and great scholars. What's more ridiculous is that there are many brothels here.
This kind of layout can't help but make Yang Fan think about it.
Could it be that these singers are used to test the character of these monks and ministers?
They won't often use the excuse "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" to enlighten themselves.
It's a bit like using power for personal gain. Of course, it's possible that Yang Fan is overthinking it!
The brothels in Pingkangfang are divided into three, six and nine levels. The third level is the lowest level because ordinary people can open it, and the singers inside are relatively poor. The sixth level is opened for noble families, while the ninth level is
It was exclusively run by the imperial court, and most of the singers in it were family members of prisoners.
However, the higher the level, the higher the consumption, and it is common to make a fortune overnight, so those who enter high-end clubs are usually princes, nobles or wealthy businessmen.
This time, Fang Yiai and the others seemed to have spent a lot of money and went directly to Piaoxianglou, a brothel opened by the imperial court.
When we first entered, although the lights were not as bright as in a modern high-end club, the atmosphere was well set off.
Several bands were quite particular in their playing and singing, and the cooing official prostitutes could be seen everywhere, all of them beautiful and charming.
The smallpox epidemic not only closed the place for a period of time, but also caused a lot of bleak business due to the government's disaster relief efforts that defrauded wealthy families.
When the madam saw several people coming in, she immediately became happy. She deliberately unbuttoned a few cloth buttons on her chest, revealing a large pink area in an instant, and hurriedly greeted them.
"Guys, if you know any girls you know, I'll make arrangements for you..."
Fang Yiai and the two of them were quite familiar with the road, and while getting stuck on the gas, he said, "Let's find a few people with quick hands and feet first. My brother, who is so tired, needs to wash himself off first."
Then he turned to Yang Fan and asked with a smile: "Brother Yishan, do you want to do a six-root purification?"
The six roots are pure? What the hell is this? A Buddhist thing?
Through Du He's low-pitched explanation, Yang Fan instantly felt that he was a local leopard. He originally thought he had more than a thousand years of experience than them, but now he realized that he was more than a thousand years behind them.
It turns out that the explanation of the six pure roots here is: one to massage the head, four to massage the hands and feet, and the last one to experience by yourself.