In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Yingge is the girl's stage name, which was chosen by the mother in charge of Furongfang. She is a red lady, so-called kiln sister.

Lin Xiaolu remembers that when he first came to Peony Town, the first person he met was Yingge. At that time, he was not very good at speaking, and his language function was hindered because he hadn’t used it for a long time, so Yingge just regarded him as a good-looking A rich man, or a dumb rich man.

Later, Yingge became a frequent visitor to the tavern, flirting with Lin Xiaolu in different ways every day.

But to be honest, Lin Xiaolu doesn't dislike Yingge, on the contrary, she thinks that she is a hard-working but responsible girl, much better than this annoying chick who just came to Peony Town.

In the tavern, guests in twos and threes were laughing and chatting. As the shopkeeper, Lin Xiaolu just squinted his eyes half awake and half asleep, and occasionally went to pour drinks for the guests. Ling Wei, who was sitting in the corner seat, kept looking at him curiously. .

After about an hour or so, the guests gradually dispersed as usual, and the bustling tavern became quiet again. Seeing that Ling Wei and the four old boys hadn't left yet, Lin Xiaolu wondered if he should start chasing people away, but he was thinking As soon as he moved, a familiar figure walked in again outside the door.

"Master Kobayashi."

Yingge, dressed in cheap clothes, came, she came a bit late today.

Lin Xiaolu supported his chin, looked at her twice, then got up and went to drink in tacit understanding.

In the corner, Ling Wei and her four subordinates looked curiously at the woman who was full of dust, with a little curiosity in their eyes.

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, do these outsiders also like your wine?" Yingge, who noticed Ling Wei, was lying in front of the counter and asked in a low voice.

Lin Xiaolu shrugged: "Who knows."

He took a cup of wine, warmed it with the heat in his palm, and said:

"I'll warm up the wine for you to remove the silt."

Hearing this, Yingge, whose face was covered with thick rouge, was taken aback, and then subconsciously covered her face.

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you found out."

Lin Xiaolu nodded expressionlessly and asked:

"A guest in trouble? Didn't mom protect you?"

It's okay if he didn't mention it, but when Yingge was mentioned, his eyes were flooded, he lowered his head, and said with a forced cry:

"A rich guest came today, and my mother didn't dare to offend her.

Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you also know that Furongfang is not as good as those big brothels in the city. We are so cheap that we can't afford to mess with such unknown foreign guests. "

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu didn't say anything, just pushed the wine cup in front of her, and then handed her a plate of salted peanuts that had just been boiled in the afternoon.

Peony Town is not big, and the terrain is relatively remote. It is on the edge of the south of the Yangtze River, but there are not many people. Talented scholars and beauties come here to admire the flowers.

The second is that Peony Town is rich in spices, and at the same time, it also makes some elegant things such as ink pads and brushes. Therefore, there are many people who come here for business all year round, so it is normal for Yingge to meet unknown foreign guests.

But speaking of it, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and there are so many faces here every day, which is indeed a bit strange. Lin Xiaolu reckons that, like Ling Wei, he came here for the centipede spirit.

Well, it's understandable for a cultivator to prostitute, but Sister Yao's business is all about flesh and blood, and she earns hard money. It's really too much to beat people up.

Lin Xiaolu supported his chin, peeled a peanut with one hand and threw it into his mouth, it was delicious, while Yingge in front of him was silently drinking hot wine, and did not mention the matter of being bullied.

Yingge is a very strong girl, she will not bring troubles to the boy in front of her, at most she will talk to her friends once in a while.

She likes Lin Xiaolu very much. Apart from Lin Xiaolu's good looks, the most important thing is that she can feel a kind of respect from Lin Xiaolu, a kind of respect that seems to be the same as her own when the emperor is here.

"Is this sister a friend of shopkeeper Lin?"

The atmosphere was quiet when an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded. Yingge was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at a woman, four elders and five people in the corner.

Having been in brothels for many years, she has some eyesight for people and things. She can tell at a glance that the temperament of a few people is different from that of ordinary people, and the clothes on their bodies are not ordinary, so she immediately becomes a little cautious.

Especially in the face of a young lady who is a cultivator like Ling Wei, a prostitute like Yingge will unnaturally feel an indescribable gap, as if a mother toad has seen a real swan, even if she doesn't know that the real swan came from Where does it come from, what is the identity, and the gap in status between the two can be clearly felt. This may be the so-called intuition of a woman.

She froze in front of the counter, feeling that the background of the girl in front of her was bigger than the man who abused her in the brothel just now.

Behind him, Lin Xiaolu, who was holding his chin, saw Yingge's predicament, so he glanced over calmly.

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Seeing Lin Xiaolu Gujing Wubo's eyes, Ling Wei, who was originally smiling, turned cold, and her smile froze on the spot!

And the four subordinates of Tiandi Xuanhuang next to her also became nervous in an instant!

They felt like they were being stared at by an absolutely mighty behemoth!

For a while, the atmosphere in the tavern seemed a little delicate.

"Hi girl, I'm a regular customer of Shopkeeper Xiao Lin."

In front of the cabinet, Yingge, who hadn't noticed all this, smiled unnaturally, then looked away from Ling Wei, forced her heart to tremble, and turned to Lin Xiaolu and asked:

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, this girl is..."

"Ordinary guests, don't worry about it." Lin Xiaolu poured himself a glass of wine, and also looked away. Ling Wei and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and they all dared not speak out with lingering fear.

In the tavern, Lin Xiaolu chatted with Yingge one after another, he didn't talk about the scars on Yingge's face, he just ate peanuts lazily.

After a long time, he said:

"It's getting late, go back to rest early after drinking."

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When Yingge left, Lin Xiaolu was lying on the rocking chair again, covered with a blanket, flipping through the thread-bound booklets, and there were only those five figures left in the tavern.

Seeing that Lin Xiaolu didn't seem to be angry, the girl who had already drank a few cups of wine finally couldn't hide her curiosity, and asked him curiously:

"Shopkeeper Lin, was that sister just being bullied? Why didn't you help her out?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu, who flipped through the booklet, gave a rare smile:

"It's a good thing you're still a little polite, and you know how to call me Sister Ren Sheng."

Seeing that she was being praised, Ling Wei immediately smirked to please:

"Hey, our Beiyao Sect is a decent sect that respects mortals very much. To be honest, I used to go down the mountain to do good deeds and help the common people."

Lin Xiaolu gave a simple "hmm", and his impression of this little girl got better. Although he didn't know if she was lying to him or pretending to show him, he could tell that this little girl was very smart and knew how to read words and expressions. Judging one's own preferences is relatively rare among immortal cultivators. After all, those immortal cultivators who have been in seclusion for several years and only ask about the Dao of Longevity rarely have such insight.

On the rocking chair, he casually explained:

"Helping people, if it's not begged by others, or it's a life-and-death crisis that is especially needed, then it's better not to take the initiative to help. Although Yingge is a kiln sister, she has a lot of backbone. If she rushes to help, she will Ugly, what she needs is a friend who can talk to each other and treat her as a human being, not a kind person who shows mercy."

After finishing speaking, the young man with the old god lay on the rocking chair, flipped through the booklet, and muttered:

"When you have nothing to do and a glass of wine, meeting by chance is also fate."