Red Heart Survey

If you ask which Fengyue Field in Fenglin City is the most ecstasy, this old-fashioned foodie will only tell you one answer - Sanfen Xianglou.

It's not the powder market with only three colors, but the world's fragrance, which exclusively occupies three parts of the three-point fragrance building.

Even though it's just one building.

But since the day it was completed, it has swept through the mediocre flower and willow market in Maplewood City.

Today, the sons and daughters of Fenglin City can enjoy the romance, thanks to the Sanfen Xianglou's improvement of the business level of the Yingying Yanyan in the entire Fenglin City.

It is equivalent to the improvement of the education level of Fenglin City Taoist Academy by the fifth-rank master Dong A. Of course, this can only be said by Zhao Rucheng in private.

The current leader in Sanfen Xianglou is a woman named Miaoyu.

How many people miss her boudoir day and night, wishing to crawl on the ground and crawl under her skirt. But there are very few who are lucky enough to kiss Fangze.

On the ornately decorated swing bed, a middle-aged naked man had a frenzied expression, but there was clearly only a ball of bedding under him.

It is only separated by a bead curtain, and a soft bed is opposite to the walking shaker. Miaoyu propped her chin with her hand, and leaned lazily, her curves were extremely exquisite. Her eyes were blurred, and she didn't know if the middle-aged man's "self-entertainment" was in her eyes.

A man in black knelt down before the collapse, and respectfully reported something.

"That is to say, the man named Jiang Wang knows a set of quite sublime sword tactics, but before that, he never showed it to anyone?"

Her voice is lazy, like a cat just waking up, teasing people's hearts vaguely.

The man in black knelt down and never raised his head: "That's true. The subordinate is incompetent, and I really can't find out where he learned it from."

Miaoyu raised her finger thoughtfully, "Go down."

Hearing the sound, the man in black touched his forehead to the floor, folded his ring finger and tail finger, and covered his heart with his thumb, index finger and middle finger forming a triangle shape, and softly recited: "The bottom of the river of forgetfulness, the abyss of the underworld. The gods return to the world, and the candle shines on the world."

The whole person just penetrated to the floor.

"Is it a sword formula that has never appeared in the entire Fenglin City Taoist Temple? It was passed down by a great martial artist who tried swords in the world? Or..." Miaoyu's eyes blurred.

"Daozi..."

She thought more, farther, and more ethereal.

"The bottom of the river of forgetfulness, the abyss of the underworld. The gods return to the world, and the candles shine on the world."

She made the same gesture and whispered the same.

And the naked man on the swing bed is still wriggling with himself, in the wonderful fantasy, it seems that he can sink forever.

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At this moment, in a village far away in Yongguo, a bald man with a fierce face was gnawing on something, with blood flowing from his mouth and hands.

He was eating happily, when suddenly a stream of light came down and hit him straight.

It's a pity that this is not some kind of justice descended from heaven, a flying sword that eliminates evil.

The bald man stretched out his hand to grab it suddenly, and grabbed the streamer of light in his hand, turning it into a simple long sword.

"Damn it! It will swallow your heart sooner or later!" The bald man was obviously very upset when he was interrupted from eating.

"Old man, what age is it, and you still pass on the letter with the flying sword!" While cursing, he opened the letter on the flying sword with his bloody hand.

Now Momen's thousand-mile sound transmission box has been promoted for many years, and the sales volume is very good. But there are always some forces that are unwilling to use it, because no one can be sure whether those people who work in Momen's institutions have left any hidden hands in the voice box.

Even if the people in the Mohist sect swear to the heavens—no matter how strict the oath of the heart demon is, dozens of solutions have already been researched. What's the use of swearing?

"Zhuangguo, Qinghe County, Sanshan City?" He paused every word, and couldn't help but pooh: "What corners!"

The long sword shook in the air, as if urging something.

The bald man became more and more irritable, but it was clear that the owner of the letter was an existence he could not resist yet.

With his blood-stained fingers, he drew five strokes crookedly on the letter paper. It was a stick figure of a horse, which meant: go right away.

He casually fixed the letter back to the sword body, and the sword disappeared as suddenly as it came.

After the flying sword went away, the bald man suddenly remembered something, "Boss can't understand?"

He thought for a while, then shook off this little annoyance.

"I don't even understand this, why are you still the boss!"

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Walking to the door of the dormitory, Jiang Wang heard voices coming from inside.

After being promoted to the inner sect, he and Linghe Duyehu still live together, so that they can discuss and seek the Tao at any time. Zhao Rucheng came to stay for one night every now and then, but he wouldn't stay longer. Although the room is much better than before, to Zhao Rucheng... the difference is not big.

Hearing Jiang Wang's footsteps, Ling He walked out quickly, "You are back, your family has been waiting for you for a long time!"

family……

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly turned into the room, and on the set of huanghuali tables and chairs by the window, he saw a woman who still had a charm—that set of tables and chairs was naturally brought in by Zhao Rucheng. thing.

Du Yehu was sitting beside him with his hands tied, and he was answering with an honest look—a question from the woman, and an answer from him. Just like a wild child who restrained his wildness in front of his friends and parents.

It's just that this "child" has a too bushy beard and looks too anxious. In comparison, she seemed to be older than the well-maintained woman.

Seeing Jiang Wang coming in, the woman stood up hastily, her eyes showed surprise, "Xiao Wang, long time no see! You have grown taller and stronger!"

Jiang Wang nodded and said hello, "Hi Aunt Song."

His biological mother passed away early, and this woman was his father's stepmother. He couldn't change his words, he always only called her Auntie.

This aunt is not a bad person, nor has she ever abused him. It's just that Jiang Wang was admitted to the outer door of the Taoist Academy within a few years after his father's rebirth. Practice is hard, except for the holidays, I hardly go home. They have never had conflicts, but they can't say how deep their feelings are.

While saying hello, Aunt Song pulled the little girl hiding behind her to her front, "Call someone!"

This is a timid little girl. She was urged by her mother to open her mouth and whispered, "Brother."

The silk clothes on Aunt Song's body are bright and bright, adding a third of color. The little girl is not badly dressed, but her delicate facial features are naturally eye-catching, which is admirable.

It's a pity that as soon as she yelled, she immediately went around behind her mother, sticking out only half of her head, and looked at her brother whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Of course he loves his sister, blood is thicker than water, no one can change this. I just concentrate on practicing, and I only come and go in a hurry every time I go home. It's been a long time since I heard this "brother".

Although the sound was light and small, it was like pearls rolling off a jade plate, it was indescribably crisp and sweet.

Having been slaughtered for a long time and often seen in bloody darkness, Jiang Wang's heart, which he felt had been hardened, suddenly felt like it was melting.

After returning from Tangshe Town, Jiang Wang rarely showed a sincere smile, "An'an!"