The Great Tao Chronicle

During the day, Yang Xiaotang's business is still very good.

Not to mention the few cooks that An Qisheng hired, even the children who ran the hall had tired legs.

Everything that happened yesterday has become a talking point for many people today.

The presence of people from the Demon Sect in Nanliang City, does it mean that the Demonic Art of Seizing Soul is very likely to be in Nanliang City?

Therefore, not only the martial arts people in Nanliang City, but also many people from several nearby counties came to hear the news.

Gradually, the sky dimmed, three red suns descended on the western mountain in unison, and night was coming.

An Qisheng, who had been carrying his strength in the backyard for a day, went out at this time.

The street where Yangxiaotang is located is the most prosperous place in Nanliang City. Even though it is already evening, there are still a lot of people and it is very lively.

An Qisheng paced slowly.

After a while, I walked through a few streets, turned around the alley, and there was an open space in front of me.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the slightly remote street here became the most lively place in Nanliang City.

It was a huge six-story building.

There are rounds of small red lanterns hanging in the corner of the upright house, with many ribbons and wind chimes hanging on them.

When the night wind blows, the wind bells ding-dong, and the ribbons dance with the wind.

Between the nose and mouth, a faint scent of rouge could be smelled.

At the main entrance with the gilt signboard hanging, there were also a few short men with wrapped hair, nodding and bowing, welcoming them.

Night has come, where can there be a more lively place in Nanliang City?

"Drunk Moon House"

An Qisheng stroked his white beard and walked towards the Drunk Moon Tower.

Zuiyuelou is the largest gold-selling nest in Nanliang City.

Once inside, not to mention inviting girls, just drinking, the money needed is not something that ordinary people can afford.

On weekdays, Zuiyuelou is not so lively.

Speaking of which, the arrival of these martial arts practitioners has benefited the most from the Drunk Moon Tower.

"Yo~ old man, you are still here at this age?"

When a passer-by saw An Qisheng, he couldn't help exclaiming.

Without him, the introverted An Qisheng, although his complexion is better than the average old man, still looks old.

"Master, you can take it easy."

Some people laughed.

"Cough cough!"

An Qisheng coughed twice, ignored the people, and came to the Zuiyue Building.

Whether it was Earth or Xuanxing, he had never been to such a place in his two lifetimes, and he was a little curious in his heart.

"Yo~ old man, this is you?"

Gui Gong, who was greeted in front of the door, was also shocked, and it was the first time he saw such an old guest.

Looking at this age, I am afraid that the five generations in the same house will not be able to hold back. Do you still have the heart to come here?

All I can say is that a man is a man?

"Come here, is there anything else?"

An Qisheng raised his face.

"Don't dare, don't dare, then, please?"

The turtle man's face stiffened, he nodded and bowed hurriedly, and carefully invited An Qisheng in.

On the other hand, he winked at a half-old **** not far away.

The half-old **** floated over with a greasy powdery air.

According to the rules, she should have leaned on the guest, but An Qisheng looked too intimidating. She was afraid that she would sit him dead on the ground and stopped in front of her.

"Master, it's you."

The half-old **** covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.

But he recognized An Qisheng.

This is not surprising, Nanliang City is only a few tens of thousands of people, and the entertainment is very lacking. The story of An Qi killing those gangsters has long been known.

And this brothel is also said to be the most well-informed place with the restaurant, so it is not surprising to know him.

"Not welcome?"

An Qisheng gave her a deep look.

This woman's aura is very well hidden. Even he can't find the aura of inner strength in her body, but she has no means to hide her qi and blood. Her physique, pulse, breathing, and heartbeat have all betrayed the fact that she has martial arts.

"What did you say?"

The half-old lady laughing at the flowers trembled: "The old tree is in the spring, and it is also a beautiful talk in the world!"

Recognizing An Qisheng, she naturally knew that the old Taoist seemed to be rich, and naturally, she would not push the guests out.

I just want to warn those little hooves to be careful, don't let this old guy die on the bed

Of course, the thought just flashed by.

It is said that this old Taoist has practiced martial arts for decades, and I am afraid that he is not as old as he looks, otherwise, it is impossible to slaughter those gangsters.

"Huh~"

An Qisheng twitched the corners of his mouth, only to feel that his fingers were a little itchy.

"I heard that Zuiyuelou's sales money is also worrying. I think it's not fake, right?"

An Qisheng coughed lightly and said lightly.

"That's nature, that's nature."

The half-old **** observed her words and expressions, stopped laughing immediately, and asked in a low voice:

"The first time your old man came, he must have no good friends? Then I'll find a few for you. Will you come and see?"

While the two of them were talking, they had already walked into the Drunk Moon Building.

The decoration of Zuiyuelou is only pink, which is quite tempting. In addition, the fragrance of fat powder permeates the air, which makes people ticklish.

"Ok."

An Qisheng nodded.

"I don't know if you are old, do you prefer plump or slender?"

the old man asked.

"The plump, the slender, call them up, the more the better."

Anqi's business has something to do with it.

For several months, Nanliang City was quite familiar to him. There were not many places he hadn't been to, and not many people he hadn't seen.

If those Demon Sect people are lurking in Nanliang City, then the Zuiyue Building is the most likely place.

'Pooh! I didn't see that this old guy was still a big-hearted bastard! ’

The old bustard took a sip in his heart and smiled: "Then this money is a lot."

"Money?"

An Qisheng didn't have the ability to read minds, but he probably knew what the old bustard was thinking. With a flick of his wrist, a silver note was already displayed.

"Five hundred taels?"

The old man's eyes lit up.

As the saying goes, five taels of silver grains can last a year, and five hundred taels of silver grains can save enough for a year of food and clothing for a hundred households.

This is no small sum of money.

"Oh, old master, you are really generous."

The bustard's heart froze for a moment. With these five hundred taels, she wanted to **** herself.

"If you are satisfied, there is no shortage of money. If you are not satisfied, you will have no money."

An Qisheng flicked his wrist and put away the bank note.

"Just look at it."

The old bustard gritted his teeth and led An Qisheng to a room.

Let him go later and go out to find the girl himself

On the sixth floor of Zuiyue Building, a figure flashed past, pushed open a window, and got in.

The decoration of the room is quiet and quiet, and there is rarely a hint of red dust, and a trace of musk wafts in the room.

"puff!"

As soon as the figure fell to the ground, he pulled down the mask and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood splashed on the floor, and the stench was foul, and the musk smell could not be concealed.

"Yundongliu!"

The hoarse voice was full of hatred.

"Senior brother, you seem to be seriously injured."

After carving the dragon and painting the phoenix screen, a soft and tactful voice sounded.

"Yun Dongliu's Xiawang Slayer Sword is average, but Wanlangjingtao Palm is extraordinary. It's okay for a while, but it's a loss."

The man in black said, coughing out another mouthful of stench blood, and Yin Jiu's face was pale at this time.

Behind the screen and in front of the bronze mirror, a petite girl wearing a soft white dress with bright lips and white teeth is lightly rubbing the red paper, and her red lips are even more moist:

"The sixteen disciples of the dignified Red Sun Dharma King were traveling and actually lost to that old disciple of Yun Haitian. If the master knew about it, he might have skinned you alive!"

"Bai Xian'er!"

The man in black trembled and his face was ugly: "If you didn't insist on eating the food from Yang Xiaotang, where would Yun Dongliu find the traces of me waiting? Old Liu won't die! Now, come to mock me again. ?"

"It is said that Yang Xiaotang's food is top-notch. If you don't try it, people will always be a little unwilling."

When the screen turned, Bai Xian'er came out with a smile.

Her body seems to be very soft, and her body is swaying when she walks, which is quite beautiful.

The slender eyelashes lightly covered the clear eyes, she said softly:

"So, you not only lost to Yun Dongliu, but also failed to bring back the food?"

Bianyou's face twitched, he reached out and untied the bag around his waist and placed it on the table, gnashing his teeth:

"The meal you want!"

The man in black was very afraid of this girl, and he was clearly very frightened in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything else when facing her directly.

"It seems to be fine."

The girl smelled it, and with a slight flick of her hand, the bag on the table was torn apart as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade.

"Unfortunately, it's all rotten."

Looking at a few slightly mixed meals, the girl's appetite disappeared:

"Senior brother, how many times have I told you, no matter what kind of food, as long as it is mixed together, it only needs one name, hushui!"

"Do you like to eat or not!"

Bianyou's face twitched even more.

"What's the noise, so noisy?"

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, walked a few steps, came to the window, and looked down through the gap.

The movement seems to be coming from the second floor

"There are a lot of fleshy cheeks, big nose and fat lips. It's okay to be a snack, but to accompany someone to drink, no, no!"

"With big shoulders and round waist, she's a good nanny, and you can't drink with me!"

"The buttocks are as fat as a jar, the door is too narrow, and I'm afraid I can't sit on the stool!"

"I'm four feet tall, and I'm afraid my waist is around four feet. It's unusual for this meat to grow sideways. Street performers can make more money than this!"

"The bottom is thin and the top is thick. It's rare to see such a wonderful flower."

"Hahaha!"

"Haha! Old Daoist, do you have to find an angel when you come here?"

"Whatever she looks like, when the quilt is covered, isn't it all the same?"

"It's all the same, what are you doing here at Zuiyuelou? It's better to sneak into the racecourse in the dark and windy night. After a year, I'm afraid it will save a lot of money!"

Outside an open box on the second floor, many guests gathered around, laughing loudly every time they heard a comment from the old voice inside.

I just thought this old Taoist was quite interesting.

On the other hand, the girls who were commented by the tortoise-guru ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had their faces as black as the bottom of a pot, and their bodies were shaking with anger.

"No! No way!"

The old bustard led a few girls out, only to feel that his head was as big as a bucket.

Previously, she was thinking of earning the five hundred taels of silver, but at this time she could only slap the poisonous tongue to death.

Four feet tall, four feet waist, is that a person?

"There are forty-seven people with inner strength. This Moon Worship Tower is really a devil's den."

In front of the screen and behind the round table, An Qisheng drank the wine glass in one gulp:

"It's time to go, let Yun Dongliu do this business tomorrow. I'm so old, why don't you just kill me?"

"Master?"

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng put down the wine glass calmly and looked out of the door.