The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

As soon as the middle-aged man got off the car, a woman immediately came out to greet him.

One of the women in a fiery red dress whispered "Minister Gong."

His expression was very respectful.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly to the woman.

We were quickly welcomed in.

It didn't take long.

Another car drove in.

This time, a strong and powerful man came down.

The tendons are very well developed and strong.

The whole body is full of powerful explosive power.

Another beautiful woman came forward and welcomed him in with a smile.

"Master Liao, please come inside."

"Is this a party?"

Lin Mo thought to himself, what a coincidence.

Soon, another car stopped.

The driver got out of the car first, then jogged over and opened the door.

Two people got out of the car.

One male and one female.

The moment the other person turns around.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

Why is she here?

The two people who got off the car were actually the Hongyu girl who had met Lin Mo at Baiyun Temple two days ago, and the man wearing sunglasses beside her.

The two are a perfect combination of handsome men and beautiful women.

The man is extremely handsome and noble.

The woman's manners are sophisticated and graceful.

Instantly attracted the attention of many people.

"Isn't that the Hongyu girl from Xichun Garden?"

"Yes, who is that person next to her? Why does he look unfamiliar?"

"I don't know, but she is really good-looking. No wonder he can accompany Miss Hongyu."

"Why do I look like that kid is in charge?"

At this time, three people slowly walked out of the secret door on the side.

One person leads the way.

The two were half a step behind.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a sinister expression.

There is a flying dragon tattoo on the neck.

There was also a long knife wrapped in gray cloth stuck to his waist.

Two people following behind.

One is a bald Laotoutuo with nine ring scars on his head.

He has a tall build, a thick beard, and a slender scar at the corner of his eye.

The other is a slovenly man dressed as a Taoist priest.

The Taoist robe on his body was greasy, as if it was covered with a layer of grease.

He was holding a jug of wine in his left hand and a fat and tender chicken leg in his right hand, gnawing on himself.

A few people walked out and happened to see Hong Yu and the others entering the door.

The Toutuo's eyes lit up, he touched his bald head, and couldn't help but stretch out his scarlet tongue and lick his dry lips.

He chuckled obscenely and said, "Is that the ruby ​​of the Meimen? That girl is indeed one of the four golden flowers of the Meimen. She is naturally beautiful and graceful. Her every move and smile makes people feel itchy. I don't know who is better than them." How elegant would a higher-level leader of the Meimen be?"

"Hutoutuo, if you are interested, you can try to see if you can become the guardian of the Meimen. Maybe you will have the opportunity to spend a good night with the leader of the Meimen."

The sloppy Taoist priest couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He gnawed on the chicken leg and said vaguely, "I heard that if you can become the protector of the Charming Sect, you can be a Yangzhou thin horse, a West Lake boat girl, a Taishan girl, a Datong mother-in-law, or even a foreign ocean horse." Take a ride..."

Hutoutuo seemed to have thought of something, and the greed in his eyes softened a little.

He waved his hand and said: "Hey! Forget it, Bashi is still a worshiper in the Jiang family. He can also serve foreign meat occasionally. I have no interest in the guardian of the Meimen Sect, Lao Shizi. Guo Xie, the powerful "Ghost Leg King" in the northwest, It’s not like I haven’t heard the story before.”

The sloppy Taoist priest looked puzzled.

"Ghost Leg King? What's the story?"

"I'm just hearing about it. As for the specific details..."

Hutoutuo touched his bald head and said, "Brother Feilong happens to be from the northwest. He should know this."

The two of them looked at the tattooed swordsman in front of them.

Hearing this, the swordsman turned around and glanced at the two of them.

"This matter has been rumored on the Northwest Road for many years. If you want to know more about it, it wouldn't hurt to tell you."

As he spoke, there was a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Back then, Guo Xie was a well-known figure on the Northwest Road. His leg skills were very powerful and he defeated many long-established masters, so he was named the 'Ghost Kick King'."

"But ever since he met Qin Yunqing, the leader of the Mei Sect, he completely fell under that woman's pomegranate skirt. He even voluntarily gave up his position as the head of the Guo family and resolutely joined the Mei Sect as a protector."

"Later, he became so angry that he risked the world's disapproval to assassinate political figures. In the end, he ended up with a broken leg and was captured. Later, I heard that he died in the Dragon Prison in Kyoto because he participated in the jailbreak... "

After the two of them heard this, they both sighed.

When people come out to hang out, reputation is the most important thing.

It is better to die vigorously than to live in obscurity.

Especially when the other party still died in a dark prison, it made people feel that it was not worth it.

After a moment of silence.

The swordsman said: "Okay, Boss Jiang is going to entertain distinguished guests today, let's go to the surrounding area to enforce martial law."

"Isn't Master Lu too conscientious?"

The sloppy Taoist priest sucked the oil stains on his fingers and said nonchalantly, "Who dares to make trouble on such an occasion? It's not too late to go after all the guests have arrived!"

The tattooed swordsman stared at him and said seriously: "It's always right to be careful."

The sloppy Taoist priest felt uncomfortable staring at him.

A smile forced his way onto his face.

"Okay, it's all up to Master Lu's arrangement!"

The three of them dispersed around the clubhouse.

Not far away, Lin Mo had already heard the words of several people.

"A banquet for distinguished guests?"

The three people just now had restrained auras.

When walking, the steps are steady.

He is obviously a hidden practitioner.

They should all be worshiped by masters invited by the Jiang family.

What kind of distinguished guest must he be to need that guy Jiang Bingyi to be so vigilant?

Not only are there clear and hidden sentries all around, but three practitioners are also required to participate.

"interesting."

Lin Mo suddenly became interested.

Continue to hibernate.

Then, several more waves of people arrived one after another.

There are businessmen and gang bosses.

There were also a few people who looked familiar to Lin Mo.

They are all prominent figures in Kyoto City.

Unexpectedly, he came all the way to Jinmen.

This shows the vastness of friendship in Jiangbancheng.

With so many people gathered together, it would be difficult to kill Jiang Bingyi.

How about another day?

Just when Lin Mo was thinking about it.

Several people surrounded a middle-aged man in Tang suit, who slowly walked out of the guild hall.

Lin Mo glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

I saw the middle-aged man wearing a Mediterranean hairstyle.

It looks a little funny.

However, between his brows, there was a decisive and ruthless look.

It is Jiang Bingyi who is known as "Jiang Bancheng"!

However, Lin Mo just glanced briefly.

His eyes shifted to an old man with a goatee who was following him.

The man was of medium height and ordinary appearance.

But his back was very straight, standing beside Jiang Bancheng, watching like an eagle and a wolf.

Walking among the crowd, like a tiger patrolling a flock of sheep, it has a natural deterrent effect.

What a master!

Probably not a grandmaster.

But I'm afraid it's not much different.

Lin Mo was worried about being noticed by the other party, so he looked away and did not continue to look at him.

This kind of master has a very keen perception of the outside world.

Especially hostile looks.

At this time, two cars came from outside.

A beautiful waiter stepped forward diligently and opened the car door.

A person walked out from inside.

He is tall and thin, with a shoehorn face.

There is a small mustache on the lips, which looks a little funny.

A man in samurai uniform got out of another car.

The moment he saw the shoehorned face, Jiang Bingyi's face immediately burst into a flattering smile, and he was happier than seeing his biological father.

He walked forward and greeted him personally, with a very respectful attitude.

"The distinguished guest is coming to our door. Jiang is not welcome at all. I hope Mr. Kato won't blame him!"

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