He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

"Hey, speaking of the 24th floor in the capital, there is a pair in the market. It is very good: money can make ghosts turn mills, and money can pick up stars!" He stroked his beard.

Any inconspicuous small inn in the capital is full of people, all of them stretch their necks, and they don't care about tea, melon seeds and fruit plates.Hearing this, someone asked, "What did you say, sir?"

The man's face was full of doubts, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Tsk tsk, it looks like you are an outsider, and I'm afraid you don't know the wonders of the 24th floor." The judge who was sitting next to him and having tea laughed, "Don't blame me, sir, continue!"

The storyteller narrowed his eyes, and slapped the gavel again:

"The victory of Shangling lies in the capital, the victory of the capital lies on the 24th floor, and the victory of the 24th floor belongs to Mr. Zhou."

Burning incense and drinking tea during the banquet, light tea and light wine, and the sound of the pipa resting between cups and chopsticks, the 24th floor is an ordinary teahouse.It is nothing more than a mysterious luthier who makes the fragrance of tea in this building more intense.

"it is good!"

The tea watchers applauded. The story on the 24th floor, whether true or not, is the most talked about anecdote in the market.The storyteller started and turned up and down, and the outsider, who didn't know what was going on, dispelled his doubts and concentrated on listening to what kind of number one person this Mr. Zhou was.

"The 24th floor sells strange things as well as strange people. As the pair said, having money can make ghosts turn millstones, and having money can make you climb stars. This is the law of the [-]th floor."

"In the 24th floor, the dew on any leaf is astonishingly expensive. The judges with a lot of money can go to have a drink, otherwise, listening to stories here is also very good."

"Tea money and three liters, take it."

The storyteller gave him a look, and the boy took the copper plate to pick it up. In just a moment, the copper coins were piled up into a hill.

"Sir, I'll pay you ten dollars. I want to hear the story of Mr. Zhou!"

The ten copper coins clanged and fell on the copper plate, and the storyteller sounded his gavel again, and said with a smile, "Okay!"

"Young master Zhou, Zhou Yiguang, is the luthier on the 24th floor. It is widely said that he is a demon left from the illusion. He is more beautiful than Daji, and his gestures and gestures confuse people's minds and turn them upside down. Can't look into the eyes of Mr. Zhou, eat people! I'm stuck in it, I can't get out!"

"How many people use bear heart and leopard courage as lust, dare to tease others, and they will lose their lives."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Actually," the storyteller deliberately whetted everyone's appetites, "it's not that evil."

"I know a thing or two about this Mr. Zhou's life experience. It's not without reason that a small luthier can stump a large number of dudes in the capital."

"On the one hand, it's because he has been a prodigy of martial arts since he was a child. At a young age, he has practiced a lot of internal martial arts. It is difficult for ordinary people to get close to him. It is true that some people died at his hands, but it may not be some kind of black magic."

"Another reason, strange to say, is that only Zhou Yiguang has seen the landlord of the 24th floor and knows his true face. The landlord is a person who even the highest-ranking supervisor in the building does not know the identity of."

The spectator interjected: "In this way, isn't Zhou Yiguang more mysterious than the landlord who sees the dragon and sees the end?"

Talking all over the place: "It's reasonable, it's reasonable."

Seeing that the scene is getting warmer and warmer, Mr. Storyteller throws out another anecdote:

"Besides, I heard that Zhou Yiguang beat his son and was sold by his mother to the 24th floor."

"However, in the three years since Piansheng was sold here, Zhou Yiguang has been doing very well on the 24th floor. He has a sensuality, a sensuality, and a string of bamboos. He has made a lot of money for the building, and he is very popular."

"Tsk tsk..." The crowd sighed endlessly, and the venue instantly became agitated. The spectators' curiosity about Zhou Yiguang reached its peak, but at this moment, the storyteller stopped abruptly: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter and break it down."

"Let's pay again, another period, another period!"

"Yes, yes! Then?"

……

It's just that in the last row, there was a swordsman who never raised his head, with a look of disdain.Before leaving, he murmured: "A man you can't see? Why don't I believe it!"

On the 24th floor where there is no distinction between humans and ghosts, Zhou Yiguang is a violinist who stands quietly in the clouds, with both excellent piano skills.A pair of slender hand strings move the world, and the indistinct smile under the layers of sand tent is more breathtaking than the melodious piano sound.

Countless people covet it intolerably, but they can't get it in the end.

There are always people who are unwilling to give up on things that are destined not to be obtained.So tonight's 24th floor is destined to be restless.

A Jianghu swordsman broke into the building and nearly smashed the carved wooden door with his kick, causing the drinkers to be shocked.

He looked up and down the decoration in the middle of the 24th floor, and thought that it was nothing more than that, they were all broken wood, which was so legendary, and the restaurant, which was so rich as the enemy, was reluctant to be inlaid with gold seals and jade.

He looked along the pillars to the attic on the second floor, and saw a young man lazily leaning on the stage, staring at all the beings in the audience.The summer night was hot and long, his clothes were half undressed, and his smooth chest was exposed under the moonlight, as if the moonlight was also cool.

Presumably this person is Mr. Zhou, Zhou Yiguang.

Zhou Yiguang is really a beauty, and his face, no matter how you look at it, has a bit of natural nobility.He is clearly a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but he looks like a king.

With his slender body, you can't help but want to press him down and abuse him wantonly, but when you meet the cold and ascetic eyes, you shudder.

The swordsman described it as obscene and dirty words:

"It's quite lively. I heard that there is a young master surnamed Zhou who can play the piano well and has a... pretty face."

"My lord, I'm lonely at night, and I don't have anyone to accompany the wine to warm up the scene."

The sound of the piano in Zhou Yiguang's hand suddenly became harsh, then stopped abruptly, and said coldly:

"What do you mean by accompanying wine? What kind of scene is warm?"

The intruder continued to boast: "The company is Huajiu, and the warm one is naturally Fengyuechang."

A burst of applause came from Zhou Yiguang in the sand tent: "Very good, interesting."

This person specified today that he wanted Zhou Yiguang to accompany him, so naturally he didn't just play the piano.Even if the beauty is like a flower separated by the clouds, there are still the temptations of monkeys scratching their hearts and livers under the tree.

Ling Lie's sword intent rushed in along with that person, and the drinkers in the building were all alert with their swords, wondering who is so bold today, dare to challenge the 24th floor.

Whispering among the drinkers:

"Who?"

"It's Yue Lan!"

Among the drinkers, there were a few gangsters who recognized him as Yue Lan just by his sharp sword intent.

"Yue Lan?" Someone expressed doubts.

"It's the young swordsman who defeated the master of Wanjian Sect."

"It turned out to be him, no wonder he was so bold."

……

This swordsman has also become very famous in Jianghu recently, and when he was less than thirty, he sent an invitation to the old suzerain of Wanjianzong.Where is the letter of worship, it is clearly a letter of war.

The drinker who didn't know the inside story sighed, but Zhou Yiguang dismissed it.

Where is the 24th floor, the strongest wine, the most beautiful people, the most well-informed news and the most mysterious place, the 24th floor is the first place.

The so-called battle of Wanjianzong was nothing more than the fact that the suzerain fell into the hands of Yue Lan and deliberately lost in order to preserve his reputation. There were too many tricks in it.Although Yue Lan's sword moves are a bit capable, they are far from the level of the master of Wanjian Sect.

Zhou Yiguang thought to himself: "Those so-called upright people are really pitiful. After death, they know that everything is empty, and they have a false name in front of them. Why should they care about it?" And daring to act or not to act is the most disgusting face, he can't get used to it. .

Yue Lan put the sword back into the sheath, his movements were contrived and deliberate.It was obviously a gesture of withdrawing the sword, but it seemed to emphasize that the sword was in the hand. Threats and intimidation were mixed with flamboyance, and his face was ugly.

Zhou Yiguang had heard this person talking nonsense early in the morning that he must accompany him tonight, but he didn't even look at Yue Lan with a straight eye, he didn't deserve it.

The supervisor is a well-behaved businessman, wearing a satin brown robe.Although he is a member of the Bai family and does not know any martial arts, he did not show timidity in front of Yue Lan. He still looked shrewd and wise, saying:

"Guest officer, that's not how you broke into the 24th floor, please put away your sword intent."

"There are many guests here, like me, from the Bai family. I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand your profound cultivation."

Hearing this, Yue Lan snorted, and the breath around her body did not restrain herself at all: "I tell you that the number one here is that Zhou Yiguang. As I said, I want him to accompany me tonight."

The supervisor leaned forward and said: "Unfortunately, Mr. Zhou is our luthier, and he doesn't sell himself to accompany guests. Our place is also a clean tea house. Please go to another place for prostitutes. First, we can't break this rule. Second, he If I don’t want to, we can’t force it.”

Yue Lan slapped a large amount of banknotes on the table and yelled at the supervisor in the building: "Is this okay? I'll put the money here. You can leave it to me. Whether it can be done or not is out of your control."

That means clearly, if it doesn’t work, I will force it.

The supervisor showed embarrassment, and Yue Lan threatened every step of the way: "Don't push yourself too hard, I've already given you enough face."

Seeing the situation, he drew his sword again.

The supervisor cast a questioning look at Zhou Yiguang, Zhou Yiguang nodded, and the supervisor withdrew.

Yue Lan made a light effort to fly up to the attic, and sat opposite Zhou Yiguang, staring straight at Zhou Yiguang's half-open chest, lust | lust.

"I'll pay for it. Today's wine, you have to accompany it if you want, and you have to accompany it if you don't want to."

Zhou Yiguang played with the wine glass in his hand, drank the remaining wine, and the wine glass landed on the golden nanmu table with a "touch".Young Master Zhou opened his mouth and spit out a sentence: "If you keep the bank note, you will also keep your life."

The eyes are clear: "It's not a loss for a dog's life to exchange a chance for you to be so close to me."

Being humiliated by this, Yue Lan was furious, and the confrontation scene became tense for a while.

But the 24th floor is the 24th floor. Even in the current tense situation, there is no delay in the singing and singing of the actors. The zither sound from the fingertips does not have a scale error, and beautiful words are sung in Jinxiu's throat: "24 Bridge On a moonlit night, where can the jade man teach me how to play the flute..."

Young Master Zhou's voice spoke eloquently, and Yue Lan's biting sword intent didn't have any effect on him.He seemed to have never even raised his vigilance.

Yue Lan has long been fascinated by the beauty in front of him. Although the beauty's big words made him very angry, he has no killing intent.At the moment, I just want to kiss Fangze.

Yue Lan reached out to touch Young Master Zhou's bright and clean chest, coveting the delicate and beautiful two spots of spring on his chest.

But Yue Lan didn't have the intention to kill, it didn't mean that Zhou Yiguang would be merciful, just like the so-called color with a knife on his head.

Zhou Yiguang grabbed the hand that continued to explore, Yue Lan only felt that his hand was held by Mr. Zhou like that, and his whole body was floating.

At this time Zhou Yiguang said coldly: "Your sister, how is Yue Qunfang?"

"You already knew that Sect Master Wan was interested in her. You forced her to seduce Sect Master Wan Jian, right?"

"Sect Master Wan is such a disrespectful old man, do you have the heart?"

There was a trace of panic on Yue Lan's face, thinking that Zhou Yiguang was so clear about the matter if he thought God didn't know what happened.

If the news spread, he would be ruined.I used my sister's innocence to threaten Sect Master Wanjian, asking him to lose to me in the martial arts competition, otherwise I would let my sister reveal the insult to the world.

Yue Lan is also used to being a hypocrite who talks about benevolence, righteousness and morality on weekdays, so of course he denies it at this moment: "My sister is no longer alive, and I am already deeply saddened. At this moment, you are defaming her innocence by talking nonsense. Really, no matter how beautiful a face is, it is just Singing, lowly."

"You are very heartbroken? Are you going to die of pain?"

Zhou Yiguang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was a little mocking.

"In this case, why don't I give you a ride."

Before Yue Lan could react, a cold light flashed by, and a silver hairpin pierced his throat.It cut the throat directly, and even the blood did not flow out, it was very clean.

Until his death, Yue Lan's protruding eyeballs were full of horror and disbelief.

It turns out that this is the internal force.

When the hairpin was removed from the bun, Mr. Zhou's ink-splashed hair spread out in all directions, which was so beautiful.There was a bloody smell in the room, Zhou Yiguang was a little disgusted, so he didn't like to stay here, got up and went back to the room.

The drinkers sitting here were quite frightened today, but misfortune and fortune depend on it. If it weren't for today's fright, it would be difficult for them to see Mr. Zhou's skill and his beautiful demeanor at this moment.

It was clearly a moon white gown that could not be more plain, but it was worn by Zhou Yiguang so gorgeously.The long black hair hangs down from the shoulders, and the killing is as elegant as a painting. Who would have thought that this is just a 19-year-old boy with a weak crown?

As for Zhou Yiguang's origin, I am afraid that only the landlord knows, but the origin of this landlord is even more unknown.

****

On the opposite side of the teahouse, Mr. Storyteller patted the gavel again, and accidentally hit his little finger, his fingernail was black and blue, but Mr. Storyteller remained calm and remained motionless.The spectators were in high spirits, so they couldn't spoil the atmosphere.

"Hiss... Mr. Zhou's single surname is Zhou, and the royal family of Shangling Kingdom is also surnamed Zhou. Do you dare to think about the relationship between them?"

There are rumors about the secrets of the royal family, such as the absurd act of raising ghosts and cutting their hearts to draw blood to achieve the emperor's dream of eternal life, but no one believes it.

The common people feel that tiger poison does not eat children, even if three generations of a poor family starve to death on the street, they will give their children a sip of rice soup first.The love of licking the calf is the instinct of human beings, who would have the heart to do something to the child?Therefore, even in times of famine and war, the incense will never be cut off.

So those rumors in the hearts of the common people are probably as untrue as the New Year's Eve monsters who want to eat children.

The emperor of Shangling was a wise emperor, who reformed the administration of officials, revised the law wisely, and eliminated corruption. This is well known to all.

But what is unreasonable is not necessarily false.

In the palace, that jade-eyed man had just drank a bowl of blood from his heart, and the cold bronze sacrificial vessel was filled with bloody smell.

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I’m working on it, I’m working on receiving documents, I’m going to write this in the next book↓↓

"Trying to be clean every day"

Shen An is a hard-working medical student, with a bit of ancestral prudence, but he has transmigrated into the bloody vulgar and ghs Longyang script, and he is dressed like a Tang monk with a hundred miles of fragrance, which is very restricted.

Cannon fodder attackers with ulterior motives: I heard that you can ascend with ghs with him, fuck him, let's go together!

After her heart was burned to ashes: I don't want to ascend, I just want to fuck him!If you can't get him, you can play tricks to frame him.

Duan Xiao, the future overlord of the world of comprehension: He lives and dies, he succeeds and he fails, he is black and the other is white, it's all the blood on the tip of my heart, who dares to touch it?

At first, Shen An thought that what he was wearing was cannon fodder that would not survive three chapters, and he thought about how not to die every day.After three chapters, he was rescued by the Taoist sect, and he was thinking every day how not to be killed by the sun.

What kind of Taoist sect saved him?

Duan Xiao: White is cut into black, and then it is still black, and there is a silence inside it.

Shen Shen: I am a good young man, I advise you to be a man.

【Happy Starter Manual】

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