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Qi Sheng was rarely in a good mood these few days. He sneaked into the warehouse of a clothing store, picked out a piece of clothing of decent material and changed into it. The box swaggered out into the street.

He has been to the place of fireworks a lot, most of the time to have a drink and listen to a tune.He can be called a favorite in his life, one is martial arts and the other is music.He is still diligent in martial arts, but he is much more lazy in music, and prefers to be played to him by others.

However, he has heard a lot about the various places in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and he knows that most of them are "under the prestige, but in fact it is difficult to live up to it".It's just a pretense to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In the real exam, everyone who passes the exam is probably familiar with it, but not superb.

After all, he has listened to so many people playing, but Wei Qingyu is the most comforting.Hua Pingzhu's flute sound is indeed unique, although Wei Qingyu can't compare to him, but listening to Wei Qingyu playing the flute is free, and you can order tunes as you like, so it's very comfortable to think about.

Prayer changed his mind again.He didn't intend to kill Wei Qingyu anymore, he wanted to take Wei Qingyu back and play the flute for him every day, and if it didn't work, he could even let him perform in the street and make some money for him.

Qi Sheng paid the money and entered Shuiyun Jian, the young man at the door was very enthusiastic, and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence for Mr. Lang to come today, and our leader Shuiyue will perform on the stage today, in order to reward you for your kindness."

He was overjoyed, it seemed that this time it was worth it.Shuiyunjian has risen in recent years, and Shuiyue hadn't made her debut when Qisheng came.Although he has never set foot in Yangzhou these years, he has heard of Shui Sanniang in Shuiyunjian.It is said that she is a master of both arts, and has been taught by everyone in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially Ruan Xian's first-hand playing is superb.

Qi Sheng didn't dare to expect him to be as good at playing the flute as Hua Pingzhu, but only hoped that she could have Wei Qingyu's level and not lose her reputation too much.

After entering Shuiyunjian, he chose a place with a good view in the lobby on the first floor to sit down.At this time, there were not too many people in the lobby, and there were quite a few pretty and clever girls shuttled among the crowd, serving wine and serving dishes for others.Behind the layers of veils on the west side, you can vaguely see a few graceful figures, reflecting the water waves and smog outside the window, which seems real and unreal, and the sound of silk and bamboo flows out of it. Xun Ran wants to be drunk.

It is not common for a leader to perform on stage, especially a famous oiran like Shuiyue.It won't be long before the news spreads that she will perform on stage, the three-storey building in Shuiyunjian will have to be surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

Wei Qingyu originally planned to come to Shuiyunjian in the morning, but when he arrived at the door, a kind-faced boy reminded him that their Hangzhou Shuiyunjian's third lady, Shuiyue, was going to perform on stage in the afternoon, and asked him if he would come back later to join her.He doesn't like extravagance, thinking of going out to save money, so he walked to the South Bridge and came across a rather lively teahouse.

The storyteller in the teahouse was very slippery, talking about the secret history of the court and the deeds of the Jianghu with his nose and eyes, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes, and many of the tea guests sitting below were aimed at him.

He had no interest at first, but when he passed by, he listened to it, and found that what the storyteller was talking about was about "Bone Drying", so he couldn't help but stop, turned into the teahouse and found a corner to sit down.

The storyteller was talking about "Bai Guku" lying in ambush in the bamboo forest in the western suburbs of Tianzhou city at midnight.

"'Cloud Piercer' Sheng Qitang wanted to go to his old capital to celebrate the birthday of the old lady Ye in Qionghua Villa. He passed by the western suburbs of Tianzhou City, but he bumped into the 'Bone Dry' who was ambushing in the middle. But this 'Cloud Piercer' Sheng Qitang became famous in the world For more than [-] years, a set of cloud piercing palms has been used with great proficiency, and he is not afraid of seeing someone blocking the way. Who would have thought that the second glance would make his liver and gallbladder burst! The man standing in the forest was dressed in black and held a sword. His hand has only bones!"

Amidst the horrified gasps of everyone in the teahouse, Wei Qingyu couldn't help laughing.

His second junior brother Wei Yuzong practiced the mental method of armband and bone, this set of mental method is quite strange, it is the mental method of survival in death.Practitioners need to use hundreds of poisons to quench their bodies and build their foundations. The process is painful and arduous, and they are close to death.After the foundation is established, the meridians and collaterals will be unobstructed, and all poisons will not invade. The hands can be transformed into white bones, water and fire will not invade, gold and jade will be broken, and internal strength will be multiplied with half the effort.

Back then when he chose this mental method to practice, his master was so angry that he yelled at him, saying that he was an old birthday star who hanged himself. If he didn’t want to live, he would just jump off Wuwu Mountain. .His younger brother is even more leftist, so he must practice it after hearing this.The pain of the body quenched by all kinds of poisons could not be expressed to others, and his life was hanging by a thread several times in the middle, and he was the one who held his master's century-old wild ginseng to hang him.When the second junior brother built the foundation of this set of armholes with white bones, the master's wild ginseng was about to be taken by him.

Fortunately, he was finally allowed to practice this mental method.

The storyteller told from Sheng Qitang's death to "Baiguku" was captured by Xie Mobai, the master of Sixiangmen who came back from the rivers and lakes, and he is being locked up in the Zhengfa Prison of Sixiangmen awaiting trial.Seeing that it was almost noon, he turned to Shuiyunjian, wanting to confirm whether Wei Yuzong is currently awaiting trial at the Sixiangmen, and by the way, to find out if there is any progress in the case of Yunlingluo in Yunhe Villa.

When Wei Qingyu arrived at Shuiyunjian slowly, she was wrapped in the crowd, causing the crowd to squeeze into the lobby.When I entered the lobby, I realized that it was overcrowded and there was no free table to be found.

Looking at the crowd, Wei Qingyu felt her scalp go numb, and she wished she could leave.Baimen Wuwu Mountain has always been a clean place, the number of people in the division is small, but the place is very vast. The nine brothers and sisters occupy each side, and when they don't want to see each other, they don't see each other once in ten days and half a month.Where have I seen such a bustling crowd of people, it is much more crowded than that night market.

He walked aimlessly along with the crowd, trying to find a free place to sit. He asked a few tables that were still available, or told him that there were people and asked him to look elsewhere, or he looked good. The bully directly opened his mouth to bombard people.

Wei Qingyu looked around in a daze to find an empty seat, so she tripped suddenly, although she didn't fall down, she bumped into the person in front of her and got a cold roll of her eyes, feeling embarrassed.He heard a familiar voice beside him sneer and said, "Where are you looking? Did your eyes fall on the girl?"

Wei Qingyu looked over in a daze, and it really was a prayer, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The praying sound was quite amused and said, "Why can't I be here?"

When Wei Qingyu was squeezed in by the crowd, Qi Sheng had sharp eyes and saw him at a glance. He watched him walk around the lobby three times, but he still didn't see him.Even though he knew that his lightness kungfu was good, he finally couldn't bear it and tripped him and stopped him.

He snorted and said, "Are you blind? You can't recognize me after walking around here three times."

Wei Qingyu left the aisle sideways, so as not to block the way of the people behind, he murmured: "You changed your clothes, I haven't seen you wearing this before."

The more he explained, the angrier his prayers became. Do you only recognize clothes but not people when it comes to feelings?

Wei Qingyu asked in a low voice: "Is there anyone next to you? Can I sit at the same table with you?"

Qi Sheng sneered in his heart, what is he, dare to propose to sit at the same table with him?He has the final say on who sits next to him.So he casually pulled a passerby looking for a seat, and said, "There is still a vacant seat."

The person who was caught was a young scholar. Seeing that there was a good thing about the pie in the sky, he quickly thanked him and sat down.Qi Sheng dealt with it casually, looked at Wei Qingyu with raised eyebrows and said, "Now we have."

Wei Qingyu lowered her eyelashes, a little embarrassed, and a little disappointed: "Then, then I will look for it."

Seeing his slender eyelashes drooping halfway and the corners of his lips pursed slightly, Qi Sheng felt that he was even more annoyed.Isn't it because he didn't give him the seat? Why do you look aggrieved?He has seen many beauties of all kinds, and no one has ever dared to show him face.

What's more, his appearance is about to pass, his martial arts is not very good, his brain is not working well, and his temperament is mediocre. Why should such a person sit at the same table as him?To actually dare to put on a pitiful look, the more you look at it, the more irritating you are.

I couldn't help but sneered: "Can't you see that the people in this lobby can hardly stand up? Where are there any seats? It's just a whimsical idea."

Wei Qingyu looked around and saw that there were people everywhere, and the seat next to the talkative person had already been taken, and he was delayed here again, and the sporadic vacant seats disappeared.

His eyelashes trembled, and he whispered: "I'll look for it again..."

The praying voice grabbed him again, and he pointed to a small futon behind him: "You can still sit here, the performance is about to start, you're going to affect people by turning around."

The small futon placed behind the front seat is prepared for the servants and bookboys brought by the master's house, so that it is convenient to serve tea and water in time.

Wei Qingyu was stunned, looked at the little futon and hesitated for a while, struggled for a long time and finally shook her head: "No, I, I'll go back first."

Qi Sheng gave a "tsk" in his heart, but he couldn't see that he was still unwilling to give in, so he said, "Then you will pay for nothing."

Sure enough, Wei Qingyu paused, it was really expensive to enter this space of water and clouds once, and not only did she not see or hear anything, but it was not worthwhile to just suffer the squeeze.

Qi Sheng knew that this trick was useful. That time when he was in Zhuyuan County, when he was about to sleep, he asked him to sleep together. Wei Qingyu refused to agree with him. He asked for a long time and finally asked the truth. Didn't I pay the rent for nothing and lose a lot?I was almost so angry that I prayed for a true qi riot.

"Can't I squeeze with you?"

"No!" Prayer refused straight away, if he was allowed to sit with him at the same table, wouldn't the effort of not giving him the seat just now be in vain?

Wei Qingyu looked at him as if he remembered something, and her eyes lit up: "I will be your servant once, will you pay the money that comes in?"

Well, I won't take any losses.

Qi Sheng licked his little canine teeth: "I will pay you money, will you serve me as well?"

Wei Qingyu thought to herself: It's the uncle who paid the money, so it's fair, isn't it?So nodded.

The praying voice laughed, and waved his hand: "Sit down, I will pay the money."

Wei Qingyu is as good as others.