Rescue the old male god

On this day, the weather in Huangshi Town was fine, and the sun made people feel warm and warm, making people want to go out for a walk involuntarily.

Huangshi Town was originally an important town on the edge of Lin'an Mansion in the south of the Yangtze River. At this time, small merchants and hawkers were out of stalls, and the streets were crowded with people for a while, making it very bustling and lively.

However, among the crowd, a young man was particularly eye-catching.

He is about thirty years old, riding a tall horse, walking slowly on the street, with a pair of bright phoenix eyes and a slightly raised mouth. The eyebrow-like beard gave him a sense of maturity and friendliness, attracting the older girls and younger daughters-in-law to peep at him one after another.

This coquettish man is naturally Lu Xiaofeng.

There is a kind of person, no matter where he is, he is destined to be unable to escape the attention of everyone, and Lu Xiaofeng is this kind of person.

Undeniably, he liked the feeling.But his thoughts at the moment are actually very simple, he thought, how wonderful the world is, I will never go to the mountains to hang out with earthworms again!

He stopped his horse in front of a tailor shop called "Wenxiu Pavilion" and walked in.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Lu? What a rare visitor!" The lady boss smiled when she saw the person coming, she put down her work and greeted him in the inner VIP room.

"Wu Niang, I haven't seen you for a long time, she's really becoming more and more charming." Lu Xiaofeng still had that kind of leisurely tone, but once the words came out of his mouth, there was only romance.

Yan Wuniang covered her mouth and smiled, which was very useful, and said softly, "Why is Mr. Lu free to visit me today?"

Lu Xiaofeng slapped the bundle in his hand on the table, the proprietress came over with tea, shook out the contents, and couldn't help being shocked, "Oh my God, who has such a great ability to destroy your cloak like this, Mr. Lu?! "

Lu Xiaofeng drank his tea without saying a word, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, Yan Wuniang was so delicate, she didn't ask any more questions when she saw this, and said, "So you came here to let me fix it?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't have come to look for you." Lu Xiaofeng replied muffled.

Lu Xiaofeng has many ideals, or faults, such as drinking the best wine in the world, sleeping with the cutest woman in the world, and wearing the most flamboyant red cape in the world.

But Yan Wuniang frowned, looked left and right with the big red cloak, finally shook her head, and asked cautiously, "If you are in a hurry, why don't you make a new one for you? Guaranteed to be [-]% similar."

"Why, can't it be repaired?" Lu Xiaofeng also frowned, "This cloak has been with me for so many years, I really don't want it to be ruined like this. Besides, you boasted that 'the silk in the world is all in Jiangnan; the clothes in Jiangnan are all in embroidery' , is there any clothes in this world that you, Yan Wuniang, can't mend?"

Yan Wuniang hurriedly refilled Lu Xiaofeng's tea and explained, "Master Lu has been tailoring clothes for me for many years, don't you know who I am? It's not that I don't want to help you, but the saying goes, clever woman It’s hard to cook without rice. To mend clothes, you must have the right silk thread. You also know that red brocade is precious, and only a little is produced every year. This year’s share has been bought by the Hua family, and there is not a single piece left.”

"Flower House? Master Hua Ruling's house in Lin'an? What did he buy it for?" Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously.

"It can't be said. Master Hua said that this matter cannot be spread." Yan Wuniang suddenly closed the door of the VIP room and lowered her voice.

Now Lu Xiaofeng became even more curious, rubbed his teacup and said, "I have a deep friendship with the Hua family, and the seventh son of the Hua family is still my best friend, what else can I not know?"

When Yan Wuniang heard this, she wondered, "You and the seventh son of the Hua family are good friends, and you don't know that he is getting married? Naturally, the red brocade silk is used to make wedding clothes."

"Pfft——" Lu Xiaofeng spit out all the tea, jumped up and asked, "What did you say? Huamanlou wants to get married?! With whom?!"

"Oh, please keep your voice down," Yan Wuniang hurriedly covered his mouth, "This is a client's secret, and I only revealed it to you because you and Hua Qishao are close friends. Yes, don't talk nonsense, and then smash my signboard."

Lu Xiaofeng asked urgently, "Who is he married to? Why didn't you tell me!"

Yan Wuniang shook her head, "I don't know about that, I'm only in charge of cutting the bridegroom's wedding dress, and I don't care about the rest."

******

At the moment of spring night, in Yingchun Pavilion, the largest Goulan courtyard in Huangshi Town, the lights are feasting and feasting, drinking wine and wine, men and women, pushing cups and changing cups, teasing and laughing at each other, whispering, acting on the spot, exchanging hypocrisy.

However, Lu Xiaofeng, who is known as "can't sleep without a woman", is lying on the bed in Yingchun Pavilion alone at this moment, feigning sleep.

There was a brand-new scarlet cloak hanging beside his bed, which was quickly made by Yan Wuniang's pair of skilled hands. It was not made of red brocade silk, but another kind of scarlet satin material, which was equally eye-catching and coquettish.It turned out that he had stored the cloak in Wenxiu Pavilion, and asked Yan Wuniang to patch it up and return it to him when he had the red brocade silk.

It was rare for him not to think about women, nor to worry about the red cloak that was destroyed by the brat in the valley.

He was thinking about Hua ManLou's marriage.

I really get angry when I think about it!

This kid Hua Manlou always looks like a good guy who is gentle, calm, ascetic, and old monk.Lu Xiaofeng had known him since childhood, and he knew very well that Hua Manlou had never touched a woman's hand a few times, so Lu Xiaofeng thought that he didn't like women, so he dragged him to drink flower wine, but now this kid actually just said nothing. He got married and didn't tell him, is that plausible? !

Pious, dignified, well-dressed, gentle scum...... Lu Xiaofeng was very dissatisfied in his heart, silently arranged the flowers all over the building, but couldn't help but think, what kind of congratulatory gifts should he give?It looks like he has to hurry back tomorrow, but Lu Xiaofeng is also entangled in his heart, if he tells Huamanlou about the note sent by Sikong Zhaixing, will his marriage be disturbed, then is it true that he is Lu Xiaofeng? become a jerk...

Just as he was thinking, there was a noise of people turning their backs on their backs outside the window, and two people suddenly broke in from the window.

No, to be precise, it should be three people.

******

The three of them broke through the window at the same time, the leader was wearing green clothes, with a purple face and curly beard, holding a pair of hooks impressively, the silver light was shiny, and there was a faint cold light that took people's soul.

The man next to him was also dressed in Tsing Yi, with a powerful face, but half of his left ear was missing, and a long and narrow scar ran through his face, from the corner of his left ear to the corner of his right mouth. He looked as terrifying as a judge from hell.He held a pair of judge pens in one hand, and tightly held an eleven or twelve-year-old girl in the other hand. The girl couldn't speak or move. It was obvious that her acupuncture points had been tapped and controlled by the two of them.

Two big men stood side by side in front of Lu Xiaofeng's bed, the red cloak was quietly hanging on the head of the bed, but the person on the bed was not so much asleep as dead, as if he had stopped breathing.

"Your Excellency is Lu Xiaofeng?" The scarred man raised his voice and asked.

There was no movement.

Lu Xiaofeng let the three of them enter the room, but lay on the bed without moving a muscle.

The two people in Tsing Yi exchanged glances, the red cloak is here, the person in front of them must be Lu Xiaofeng.

"Isn't he already dead?" The purple-faced man asked with a serious face.

The man with the scar looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly, "This kind of person should not live long!"

The purple-faced man winked at him, and the man with the scar knew it, and stretched out his hand to untie the girl's dumb acupoint. The girl felt numbness in her throat and felt that she could speak, and immediately yelled, "You two scoundrels caught me! What are you doing?! Let me go!"

Perhaps it was the word "bad guy" that touched Lu Xiaofeng. He lazily opened his eyes, glanced at the three people beside the bed, and murmured, "The two elder brothers are very interested, disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night, be careful not to shorten your life."

The girl was still yelling, the purple-faced man covered her mouth, turned a deaf ear to Lu Xiaofeng's sarcasm, and asked, "Are you Lu Xiaofeng?"

"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" Lu Xiaofeng asked back.

"If your Excellency is Lu Xiaofeng, please come back to Tsing Yi Building with us. We promise to take care of the food and drink."

"That's natural. Tsing Yi Building made a move. Not only does it take care of delivery, but it also eats delicious food, and it's guaranteed to never return." Lu Xiaofeng lay on the bed and sneered.

The face of the purple-faced man became even more gloomy in an instant, "If friend Lu doesn't show face like this, don't blame us for being polite first and then fighting!"

He suddenly pulled out a long whip made of snake skin, and swung it straight at Lu Xiaofeng.The long whip is soft and flexible, and as soon as he borrowed strength, it trembled out like a spirit snake. Although it was not as sharp as the silver hook, it was extremely powerful. It can be seen that apart from the silver hook, the purple-faced man also has a lot of skill in this whip technique. .

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaofeng was still lying on the bed calmly and steadily, his figure didn't move at all, only when the whip came to swing, he stretched out two fingers like lightning, pinched lightly, and the whip couldn't move even a little bit.

He also taught Hua Manlou this skill.

The purple-faced man was immediately shocked, his long whip could break walnuts placed on three pieces of tofu, but it couldn't even twitch Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be still sleeping soundly, and his two fingers didn't seem to use any strength at all, but the big purple-faced man tried his best but couldn't get the long whip back.

The man with the scar was about to save his companion, but his laughter was a little stiff, "Hahahaha, it seems that your Excellency is indeed Lu Xiaofeng, and 'One Finger of Consonance' really lives up to its reputation."

Lu Xiaofeng didn't say a word, and the man with the scar said again, "If friend Lu can go back with us to do business, maybe he can chat and drink tea with your friend Zhu Ting. He will have a great time in Tsing Yi Building!"

The implication is that Zhu Ting is in their hands.

"I haven't talked to that bastard for a long time." Lu Xiaofeng closed his eyes, let go of the purple-faced man's whip, and said quietly, it seemed that Zhu Ting's life or death had nothing to do with him.

The scarred man suddenly said to the purple-faced man, "It seems that the rumors from the outside world are not to be believed, and Lu Xiaofeng and Zhu Ting are not such good friends, so our trip is wasted this time."

"Hmph, I thought this girl had something to do with Zhu Ting, and it might be useful to bring it, but now it seems that it's useless to keep it, it's better to kill it!" The purple-faced man agreed, and rolled his whip towards the girl's neck.

Just as the girl was exclaiming in surprise, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly jumped up from the bed like a carp, stretched out his finger to point at the wrist of the big man in purple, grabbed the girl with his other hand, and at the same time stepped on the ground with one foot, and flew towards the big man with the scar kick away.

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