Today I hold the world

There are many sects in the Puyang River area, and there are also many casual cultivators, and the casual cultivators who can get along here are all very powerful. They don't go to many places on weekdays. The tasks entrusted by the sect, and the gangsters who specialize in assassination activities, and the last type of people are left in the land of fireworks and spring water.

Where is Yanghua Pavilion?Before Zhong Ziyan came here earlier, he thought it was just a garden for guests to drink and write poems, and it was somewhat different from the furnace trade and eunuchs.

But when he came here, he realized that this place is not as pure as he thought, and there is not much difference from Huaishan Fengyue Tower. The difference is that Fengyue Tower is smaller than here.

Looking for flowers and asking willows is not worth analyzing for adults. The reason why many people are disgusted is the result of the set of dogma they learned since childhood. The Confucian classics are harmful to others. Another reason is that , small workshops often kill and plunder young children, this is related to the order of humanity, and it is natural for people to hate it.

Once the business becomes a big scene, all kinds of beautiful stories will be born, and doing these things will no longer be shameful, and the prodigal son loves it the most.

Yanghua Pavilion has more than ten floors. The nun, who looks like a middle-aged woman, brought Zhong Ziyan and his party to the top floor, and found a nice guest room to invite a few people in. Because the place is too smoky, it is very comfortable. For some reason, when he entered the door, he asked for another quiet room, and he was unwilling to participate in the current affairs.

Tao Hanting was silent for a moment, and understood the meaning, he didn't need to be involved in Xie Xuan's matter, so he followed Chang Zizai and took Hui Kuosuan to another room.

The woman looked like she had some power here, so she asked a maid to guard outside the three-person guest room, and taught her to listen to the orders of the distinguished guests at any time.

After the arrangements were made, she took Zhong Ziyan into the room she was going to enter at the beginning. The two of them sat at the table, and she asked anxiously, "Who are you? Xuan'er..."

Zhong Ziyan's appearance gradually changed to its original appearance, with white hairs fluttering from the sideburns, and a vicissitudes of life on his face. He took out a small red tripod emitting a faint red light. It is the token of the head of Chilongmen, and he cuts to the chase:

"Poverty Daoist Zhong Ziyan, whose name is Qingfengzi, has been the head teacher of Chilongmen for more than fifty years. He came here to explain to Mrs. Huan about the dead master and Xie Xuan, and to settle the grievances between the two parties for many years."

The woman's peach blossom eyes were slightly condensed, and she suddenly raised her vigilance, "Who is the dead teacher of fellow Taoist?"

Zhong Ziyan sighed, got up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back: "Xie An."

According to seniority, he should call this woman "Master's Wife", but what she has done in the past is really not worthy of respect, and now this person's cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment. In terms of cultivation realm, Zhong Ziyan is not famous .

Knowing that Zhong Ziyan is Xie An's disciple, her hanging heart eased, she was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where is my son now?"

The room was silent, and Zhong Ziyan watched the men passing by on the street downstairs and the women posing in silence.

The woman's face was anxious, and seeing Zhong Ziyan's delay in speaking, she gradually awakened the past memories in her mind, revealing the tenderness of maternal love, and said softly: "For the time being, Xuan'er should be 61 years old now, and she has already grown up. It's perfectly normal to hate a mother like me."

Zhong Ziyan didn't speak, and the woman continued: "I know I was wrong, but the past can't be changed. The flowers are like a brocade, like a dream, like a dream, blinded by ghosts, and in the end, I am old and yellow, only to realize that the most reluctant thing is that piece of paper. Sweetheart.

You are brother Xie's disciple, you should have heard about the deeds of people like me, and now I am to blame for this fate.

I don't have much time. I have asked someone about Chilongmen before, but I don't know much about you.

Since you are here today, please help me with a message for Xuan'er, just say, "Mother is wrong, mother misses you very much now, mother's time is running out, and I only want to see you in the last days, mother almost forgets what you look like Got'..."

Slowly, the woman's sadness covered her face, and tears rolled down her face.

Zhong Ziyan shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry, poor Dao... Alas, Xie Xuan is dead!"

There was a dead silence in the house for a moment, the woman opened her mouth red and her eyes were red, her breath was still, and the tears rolled back and forth in her eyes, piling up more and more, and finally the pavement was left behind, trembling: "What are you talking about? How could it be... no possible……"

The weak wail could no longer be stopped, and when she suppressed it, Zhong Ziyan slowly told Xie Xuan's past events from childhood to adulthood one by one, and it took half a day to barely finish.

The woman was left alone in the room, Zhong Ziyan went out to the room where Chang Zizai and the others were staying, and seeing that few people were there, as night approached, he simply wandered around Yanghuawu alone.

The eighteen high pavilions here are psychedelic with lights, and many Taoist couples play together in the streets and alleys. There are people putting lights on the garden lake, and people singing and singing in Qingjie. The more you walk in, the women you see are naked. This season made Zhong Ziyan's heart throb and tremble, and he sighed how wonderful this place is.

Because he had returned to his original appearance before, the celibate female cultivators saw that his temperament was dusty, his face was handsome, and the occasional one or two words made him feel like a spring breeze, so they hooked up and chatted one after another. Some bold people even touched skin, and soft things touched With the arms across the side, it's really a place of ecstasy and bone scraping.

Beauty is irresistible to human beings. Women love men and men love women. Yin and Yang should be in a state of harmony. In this environment, personal concentration is something worth testing.

After all, it was Zhong Ziyan who had seen the world, walked among thousands of flowers without picking a single leaf, wandered around until midnight, chatted with women and asked many stories about Liuhuazong and Huanliufang.

It has been more than 1000 years since the Liuhua Sect was founded, which is not too far behind the time of Chilongmen. It is very similar that the Liuhua Sect has also been desolate from a Nascent Soul Sect all the way to the point where a few female cultivators at the peak of foundation building are now supporting the scene. His family has been inseparable from the marriages with various families in the Puyang River area for more than a thousand years, and it has long been shattered.

Today's Liuhua Sect doesn't have any power of its own at all. Several marriage sects control the resources of Liuhua Sect, and all the disciples cultivated become goods. Once they reach maturity, they are selected according to their appearance and qualifications, and put into various sects and workshops. market, even the furnace trading market.

Because of her beauty, Huanliufang married into Chilongmen and Caijingshan successively. When she was young, she was the envy of everyone in this area. Unfortunately, the Jindan in Caijingshan died more than 30 years ago, and her popularity plummeted. He can only return to this sect to take up the position of a pavilion master.

According to those well-informed young female cultivators, Huanliufang was used by her second husband's family as a furnace many years ago, resulting in excessive consumption of life energy. The female cultivator couldn't even beat her, and she earned a bad reputation in this area by virtue of her reckless attitude.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Ziyan walked out of one of the tea pavilions in the innermost tea pavilion alley in Yanghuawu, and turned and stepped out of the alley after repeatedly refusing to let the enthusiastic proprietress pull her away.

He was in a mixed mood. His prejudice and dislike towards Huanliufang turned into a sigh, and he walked slowly and murmured:

"In this world, people have their own destiny. Some people are born to be kings, some fall into grass and become bandits, some wear phoenix clothes and feathers, and some play shadows in thin gowns...Fate has its own destiny, and its destiny is different. How helpless, how helpless, how helpless it is to be angry, curse and fight for a word..."

Suddenly a slender hand patted the shoulder behind him, Zhong Ziyan hurriedly turned his head, and there was a beautiful face staring at him with watery eyes, taking a serious look, this is a young woman in pink, with a fresh breath It comes from the soul, and most men may not be able to resist it at all.

Zhong Ziyan took two steps back, and the woman in front of her looked seventeen or eighteen years old, which was a stunning age, but her cultivation base had already reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, so she knew it without guessing, and her aptitude was extremely high.

"What advice do fellow Taoists have?" Zhong Ziyan asked inexplicably.

"Little sister Ju Kui, I want to make friends with you, okay?" The woman was not reserved, with a little presumptuousness in her carelessness, and she could see the sincerity from the bottom of her heart.

"This..." Zhong Ziyan blushed for a while, and his three flowers were in chaos. This was the first time he met such a bold female cultivator. The most important thing was that her pink dress was particularly dazzling, as if she was thin when she was young. The version of Situ Mi is only half a head shorter than himself, with a round chest that cannot be wrapped around.

Seeing the woman opposite him waiting for his response, Zhong Ziyan's pure heart mantra echoed in his mind, he returned to calm, and responded with a generous smile: "Yes, the poor Qingfengzi."

The corners of Ju Kui's pale lips smiled, "Ah, refreshing, let's go have a drink, I treat you."

If one didn't look at her gender, Zhong Ziyan would have thought that he had met a hero, how could he be so forthright.

He couldn't drink the wine anymore, he wanted to rush back to Yanghua Pavilion to see Huanliufang, so he could only wave his hands and refuse with a smile: "It's getting late, the poor Taoist has something important to do, why don't we make an appointment at another time?"

Ju Kui's ruddy face suddenly darkened, "What's the matter, are you rejecting me?"

Zhong Ziyan was embarrassed and silent, thinking what day is it today, fate hitting peach blossoms?

"What are you doing in Yanghuawu? I have some friends here who can help you." Ju Kui grabbed her fingers, and the cuff button of the floral shirt had a rabbit made of silver silk, the size of a thumb.

"Xun a person, talk about one thing, the matter has been finished, I have to go back and discuss a result with that person, and then leave here." Zhong Ziyan responded seriously.

Ju Kui nodded with her mouth open, and threw the rabbit out of her cuff, "Then you go, leave a token for easy contact."

Zhong Ziyan frowned and pondered, and finally asked, "Why does Fellow Daoist Ju want to be friends with Pindao?"

"Look at the right eye, I have been with you all the way. Don't you, the great monk at the peak of foundation establishment, realize that you have been wandering away?" Ju Kui beckoned, and then entered the tea alley in a flash. disappeared.

Zhong Ziyan stopped for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, a flash of light flashed in his mind, his starry eyes widened, he turned and left, he realized that the psychic fluid in his body could no longer grow, and the slightest opportunity to form a pill had begun to emerge.