Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"I really don't know." Zhang Yifeng shook his head.

Zihuang glanced at Zhang Yifeng curiously: "I doubt you are from the hidden door. Leng Dieyi is the red card of the hidden door. He is the first person in the brothel. By the way, do you know the brothel?"

Zhang Yifeng was stunned, and asked, "Broth, are you talking about a brothel-house?"

Zihuang yelled indignantly: "Yeah! At first glance, you are just a bun. The brothel is a brothel, and the brothel is a brothel. You have to separate at this point."

"Um? Is there a difference between these?" Zhang Yifeng was speechless.

"Of course there is a difference, and the difference is big. Brothels are those Yihongyuan, Lichunyuan and the like. There is no countertop. But brothels are scattered throughout the hidden gates and major cities. The women in brothels are all performers. Don't sell yourself. Become a brothel girl."

Zhang Yifeng was stunned.

"Don't underestimate the brothel, this is a big power that even the city lord must be afraid of. Brothel women are not only beautiful and beautiful, but also powerful warriors. Many martial arts dare not easily offend. Even many sects please brothel women I want to get some confidential information from the brothel."

Zihuang seemed to know the brothel very well.

Brothels are located in major cities and towns. To put it simply, they are an information exchange platform. Brothel can control all kinds of news in the hidden door for the first time, even secretly.

"Brother Zhang, why are you so stunned, follow me, I will take you to the brothel to see the beauty of the lover of my dream." Zihuang kept shouting.

"Cough cough." Zhang Yifeng coughed dryly, and glanced at He Yajiao from the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, He Yajiao was already angry: "I hate ghosts, if you dare to go to the brothel, I will tell Sister Nishang about them when I go back!"

As soon as He Yajiao's voice came out, Zihuang remembered that there was another person in the room, and he looked at He Yajiao.

"Girl, the brothel is not what you think it is. It is a very harmonious and beautiful place. You may have a misunderstanding about brothel. If you are not at ease, you can go with us."

"Can I go together?"

He Yajiao's expression was relieved a lot.

Hey, she hasn't been to the brothel yet, it's not bad to go and see, the brothel at the hidden gate, is it similar to the Yihongyuan in ancient times? Thinking about it, she was very curious.

"Of course. Didn't I just say that the brothel is not a brothel-house. Of course women can go. There are still many women who have found their prince charming in the brothel, and have groaned every night." Zihuang said, looking in her eyes. It turned out to be shameless-sway.

Zhang Yifeng has understood the meaning of Zihuang. To describe it in the language of the common world, this brothel is an alternative bar. You can pick up girls inside, you are lucky, and you can find a one-night love! The woman in the hidden gate is very unrestrained, after all, the strong are more open to those matters than anyone else. As long as you are happy today, as long as you are pleasing to your eyes, why not do what men and women love to do?

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!" He Yajiao went to Zhang Yifeng's side at that time, she seemed to be expecting more than Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng smiled bitterly: "Then go."

The three of them quickly left the door and went straight to the brothel branch in the abandoned city.

Although the abandoned city is abandoned, it is full of internal organs and has everything in it.

"This is the brothel?"

Soon, Zhang Yifeng and the three came to the foot of the brothel. This brothel was actually opened in the most prosperous street in the abandoned city. It's not so much a brothel, it's a golden building. The whole brothel is magnificent, with dragons and phoenixes, there is no lack of nobility in the simplicity, no lack of elegance in the nobility. This construction style can be described as unique.

The word brothel was shining in the twilight.

"so beautiful."

He Yajiao exclaimed.

"Hey, how about it? Come on in vain? Go in, I've already fixed a position. Otherwise, there is no place for us."

Zihuang rubbed his hands, looking impatient.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and strode into the brothel. As soon as he entered the door, the sound of the piano was faint, and the singing was tactful, like an oriole crowing softly, moving.

There are two floors in the brothel. At this time, the lower floor is already overcrowded, men and women sitting or standing, some chanting poems and composing them, some telling jokes for fun.

But Zhang Yifeng knew that most of these men were drunkards who meant not to drink. At this time, chanting poems and chants was just to attract the opposite sex, so as to finally satisfy the animality.

Zhang Yifeng was a modern person, and he saw the essence of brothel at a glance. Brothel was to provide a platform for men and women to find passion.

"Go, my position is on the second floor. The top is clean."

Zihuang led Zhang Yifeng to the second floor.

There are a lot fewer people on the second floor than on the first floor, but there are also people who chant poems and paint in twos and threes, or talk about something. I look like a genius.

Zhang Yifeng didn't expect that the people in the hidden door were a little retro. This scene is somewhat similar to Lingyue Continent. There are also many brothels in the Lingyue Continent, and there are many talented people who chant poems and write right in the brothels. Outside, competing in martial arts, in the brothel, but began to discuss literary talent.

Zhang Yifeng and Zihuang came to the most remote corner. Although Zihuang has set a position, it seems that the angle is not ideal.

"Brother Zhang Yifeng, now the Dieyi girl hasn't shown up yet, you can walk around. Anyway, the seat is here, no one can take it. I'll go find someone to communicate first. Hehe."

Zihuang smiled sharply, and then disappeared from Zhang Yifeng's sight. It was estimated that he was looking for a girl and chatting about life.

"Fuck, look at that person, why is he so like Jia Youde?" He Yajiao suddenly pointed to the person downstairs.

Zhang Yifeng lowered his head and saw that this was like Jia Youde.

Wearing a Taoist gown and holding a glass of wine, Jia Youde was communicating with a female warrior: "Beautiful lady, you are so beautiful, I can't help but chant a poem for you."

"Huh. Taoist? It's very emotional." The female warrior's eyes lit up, and she nodded with a smile.

Jia Youde laughed loudly, looked at the wine glass in his hand, and said: "I will write a poem with this wine. Give it to the lady."

He said, pacing back and forth pretendingly, and then there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"Yes! Drink good wine to the beautiful woman... Drink good wine to the beautiful woman... The wine beautiful woman is beautiful and my heart is beautiful, and I want to hold the beautiful woman with me. Eh, eh, madam, where are you going, don't go. Isn’t the poem beautiful?"

As soon as Jia Youde's poem came out, the woman left without looking back.

"Hahahaha." On the second floor, He Yajiao smiled brightly, "I didn't expect that Taoist Jia would even pick up girls. This poem is too weird."

Zhang Yifeng also smiled and shook his head, Jia Youde's limericks were obviously not emotional.

"Would you like to say hello to this Jia Daoshi?" He Yajiao asked.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head: "There are so many people below, don't use it for now."

To be honest, Zhang Yifeng is also a little bit unable to see through to Jia Youde, this Taoist priest, like Monk Jueyuan, is always fascinating.

Zhang Yifeng guessed that Jia Youde appeared in the abandoned city at this time, either for the corpse beast or to watch the excitement.