Chen Qingniu could not refuse, so he had to take the carriage from the house back to the alley. After getting off the car, the evening drums in the temple happened to sound. It should be the work of the lazy Taoist, which was sloppy and melodious.

The old monk was cleaning the steps in front of the temple. When he saw Chen Qingniu wearing Taoist robe, he still stopped his hands, held his arms and clamped the broom, and put his hands together.

Chen Qingniu sighed and bowed his head and returned the greeting.

Instead of moving forward, he turned around and walked towards the wine shop, wanting to have some wine for no reason.

When he arrived at Hu Niangzi's wine stall, the beautiful woman had already become familiar with his old rules. Although she was puzzled why General Chen was wearing a Taoist robe today, she still resisted her curiosity and did not ask.

Chen Qingniu just drank silently. After drinking a pot of wine, he took another pot of wine and went home. The money for the wine and meat is now recorded in the account, and it is settled every month, and the maid Xiaozhu and the wine shop are settled.

In addition to the "young Taoist priest" who was full of thought, there was also a drunken drinker sitting in the restaurant at that time. His temples were white, but he was still healthy and had a good health. His face was full of red, making people unable to guess his real age. The old man in simple clothes was quite handsome, like a civil servant who was visiting privately. He was just drinking alone, so he made a group of guests subconsciously choose not to sit at the same table with the old man and would rather play the table with the familiar wine lovers. When Chen Qingniu came and went, the old man just took a casual look and stopped paying attention. There was a faint sarcastic smile on his lips, as if he had seen through the young Taoist priest's feet.

When Hu Niangzi paid the bill with the old man, she didn't dare to look at him for the first time, but just kept her eyes down. You should know that she had been selling wine on the street for so many years and had seen all kinds of guests from all walks of life. There were only a handful of people who were inexplicably palpitations, including two military chief generals who walked with her, Wu Zhen from her own military town, and Gu Bailin from the next military town.

The woman did not think deeply, after all, she looked like an elderly Confucian scholar who had left her hometown to study.

There is no banquet that will last forever in the world.

As a military town, the night ban is extremely strict. The market shops must be closed on time and the doors must be closed on time. The business of the restaurant is booming, but Niangzi Hu never thought about hiring mates, nor did she think about adding tables and chairs, which made this "melt wine and beautiful woman" who is famous in other towns busy and tired every day because of the fair price. Niangzi's real name has long been forgotten. Even if she calls her widow Hu, she never got angry. Although many drinkers like to talk about the meat and fishy mouths, she is the real master when talking about the skill of dirty jokes.

Her house, located between a wine shop and a temple, is an unknown alley, and the neighbors are very familiar with each other. Hu Niangzi is kind and has never seen her blush with anyone in the alley.

The house was simple and small, with less rent. Once the bamboo poles were raised to dry clothes, it became more and more cramped. When Hu Niangzi moved to Jun Town, especially in the early days of her stay, many gangsters nearby saw her lonely and thought she was bullied. Among them, there were a few young scoundrels who formed gangs. They first climbed the widow's wall at night and spoke lewd words, and then secretly kicked the widow's door. After the door, they immediately left. Although they had never really entered the yard, the good women of any family could withstand such frightening. If they were ordinary women, they would have moved long ago.

Later, for some reason, the green-skinned gangsters suddenly calmed down. It turned out that someone was stabbed by Mrs. Hu with a knife. It was a big deal at that time. The murder in the street of Junzhen was a serious crime! A woman from a foreign countryman made such a big lawsuit and even alarmed the General Officer's Office. However, not long after, Mrs. Hu left the yamen safely, and then there was a scandal that the head of the military town Wu Da was attracted to her.

Hu Niangzi walked into the dark alley, and occasionally when neighbors came and left the house, they would greet her warmly, especially some young men with ignorant feelings. Even if they were from the bottom of the family, they were brave and brave. Whenever they saw this woman, they would blush involuntarily, without any courage, like a girl.

The woman opened the lock and pushed the door, locked the door and closed the door. The woman, who was drunk, breathed a sigh of relief, and another day passed.

At this moment, she looked a little tired and walked slowly towards the door of the inner courtyard. After all, the exterior wall is still easy to climb over and it is difficult to completely stop the thief from entering. The door still needs to be locked. She picked up the key and was about to unlock the lock. Her movements were slightly frozen and she said to herself: "Did I forget to lock it when I went out?"

She didn't have much timidity.

Iron Monument is an old-fashioned Xiliang city. Even if it is no longer awesome, some matters of face are still maintained well. Therefore, the public security of the military town has always been good. In fact, those sluts who were tempted by Madam Hu were stabbed into the abdomen, at most, when they passed by her, they were frustrated and teased a few words, and did not dare to be too much. First, Wu Da's head ruled the rule of law and copied the methods of governing the army. He was severely punished and sentenced the sentence was extremely light. Once he really hit the tip of the sword, Wu Da's head, who was disregarded by his relatives, was absolutely

I wouldn't be merciful, in Wu Zhen's own words, I have had enough cowardice in the side of the mighty general and other military town chiefs. You bastards under my jurisdiction dare to provoke the rules I set?! Besides, the people in the border areas are fierce, and many women are definitely not inferior to men. Hu Niangzi is a woman who is soft and not hard. She is very popular in the Iron Monument. Over time, military town officials like Old Man Pei are willing to regard this beautiful woman with a bad appearance as half of her own family and cannot tolerate any bullying of the foreign military.

She rubbed her wrist intentionally or unintentionally and pushed the door in.

The room was pitch black and she couldn't see her fingers. She just crossed the threshold and did not continue to take a step forward, and did not immediately lit the oil lamp.

The woman who stopped in the same place was as if she was confronted by the hostile force, and her graceful figure remained unmoved.

In the darkness, a voice sounded, "As expected, you are not simple, you are a pretty widow, at least a woman who has been practicing martial arts for a few days. This is better, in bed, her already mature figure, and the resilience created by practicing martial arts, are more charming! It's so wonderful. I've been walking in the flowers for decades, and this time I've been making a big fuss!"

Madam Hu said coldly, "It's you!"

The uninvited guest who secretly broke into a private house remained silent.

As if curious about Madam Hu's slight motionless, the man finally asked with a smile: "Miss, why don't you turn around and run away, and don't shout for help?"

She asked calmly, "Who are you?!"

With the woman's natural intuition, Hu Niangzi felt a little hesitation from that person and the determination and ruthlessness after cutting off the hesitation.

He slowly got up, snapped his fingers, and the oil lamp lit up in an instant.

Under the dim light, the two looked at each other.

The man was the old man in a green shirt who had been drinking in a restaurant before. The latter stared at the woman, from her face to her chest, waist, thighs, and eyes were obsessed with despicableness, and he no longer saw the elegant demeanor he had when drinking before.

The old man's gaze in front of him was like a snake licking the back of his hand, making her feel cold and disgusting.

The old man slightly restrained his extremely aggressive gaze and smiled and said, "Since I have tried my best to get here, I will never give you any chance. First of all..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man raised one palm and suddenly his five fingers were like hooks.

She seemed to be strangled tightly with her neck, and her mouth could not make any noise. At the same time, her figure was uncontrollably staggering forward, and took the initiative to approach the hypocritical old man step by step.

"Second!" The old man waved his sleeve casually, closed the door behind the woman, and then twisted his wrist lightly. The woman had just wanted to slide out of her sleeve, and left her sleeve and instantly came to the old man's hand.

At this moment, she finally showed a hint of panic.

The confident old man looked down at the knife, looked up and laughed: "After entering the military town, I have checked the site many times. Not to mention the distance, I have just entered the wine shop to drink and come into contact with you close together, just to determine how much you have, but I can't even be called a young master of martial arts! I really don't know how you have not been beaten by other men every night over the years. Could it be that the young and strong men in the Iron Monument Jun Town are all Confucian gentlemen who are still in a mess?!"

The short knife that the old man snatched from her was a skirt knife for women.

This object emerged together with the squeaker in the Great Sui Dynasty and became popular in the court and the country. Although the Great Sui Dynasty has always admired literature and suppressed martial arts, most of the noble families who could be named "Chinese" and "rich" often had a squeaker in the squeaker, which was a squeaker in the squeaker.

Women also have skirt knives, or silver makeup knives, which are said to be used by women to maintain chastity, but in fact the symbolic significance is far greater than the actual significance. In the powerful class of the Great Sui Dynasty, young men and women who were in love liked to give each other a cloak knife and silver makeup knives as tokens of love.

The beautiful woman was pulled only five or six steps away from the old man, her face flushed and her voice hoarse, and she said with difficulty: "You are a practitioner! Are you not afraid of being chased and killed by the court afterwards?! According to the Law of the Suzaku, monks committed crimes and were guilty of the same crime as the common people!"

In the territory of the Suzaku Dynasty, as long as the monks commit crimes are involved, governments in various places shall not conceal. Once discovered, it is a first-class serious crime by the Suzaku Dynasty. The Ministry of Justice of the Court will join hands with the Chongxuan Office in the capital to directly send relevant personnel to the scene of the crime. The local chief officer and the garrison monks will be arrested and imprisoned. Of course, if someone dares to falsely report and entrust ordinary secular cases to the court to pay attention to the court, so that the Ministry of Justice, Chongxuan Office and the court official all make great contributions and waste resources, then the outcome can be imagined.

In the dynasty maps of Confucianism and military straits, the Legalists are often not too weak, while the Mohist and poets are silent and unobstructed. In the southern continent, the Suzaku Dynasty was quite effective in controlling the sects of cultivation.

It is rumored that in a secret hall of Chongxuan Station, there are sect gangs with foundation on the dynasty territory. Except for giants such as the "Zong" generation, most of them have to deal with Chongxuan Station. They need to worship an incense burner in the hall. There must be a stick of incense burner that will never be extinguished day and night. When all the incense burners are cut off, it means that the incense between the gang and the Zhushi court has been used up. The Zhuque court can justify suppressing, expel or even exterminate it. In this way, the second and third-rate immortal temples of cultivation will use various means.

To increase the number of incense that has not been lit in the incense burner, of course, the more is the better. After all, the burning speed of that incense remains unchanged for a hundred years. Therefore, many immortal residences, gangs and sects will send a certain number of disciples of all kinds, such as going to the battlefield to earn military merits, serving in various yamen in the court, assisting the king, either going to the local government as the presidency, temple blessings or mountain chiefs, to accumulate merits of education, and can also help local governments to capture criminals, encircle and suppress demon sects, build water conservancy and digging river canals, open water and land dojos, etc., there are many different kinds of things. This is the real big deal and big deal!

The old man narrowed his eyes, "As long as I am happy, there are ways to make you sink into the sea of ​​desire and cannot extricate yourself."

The old man snorted coldly.

The marks on the woman's five fingers suddenly deepened a little bit, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth. It turned out that she wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide without hesitation, but unfortunately the old man noticed it immediately.

The old man sat back on the chair, tossed and turned and carefully played with the silver-makeup knife, but did not see any special points. Then he felt relieved and asked questions leisurely: "How did Li Yanchao, from the southern border of the Great Sui Dynasty, provoke you?"

"But then again, the identities of the two of you are different. General Wang spits, and you can easily drown an ant like you. Do you seek revenge on him? You are not afraid of laughing out loud!"

"I passed by Xiliang and heard about you, Madam Hu, no more times than Pei Wohu, and the boy sword fairy. I felt extremely itchy. After seeing you, I realized that this is true! I know that you are strong and a rouge horse that is difficult to tame. Alas, I have to give you a dose of strong medicine first..."

While speaking, the woman's body was tightly against the wall, her hands and feet were not allowed to move, and her mouth could not speak. Her eyes were red and full of hatred.

"To be honest, I haven't met such a brilliant beauty as you in more than ten years. Haha, Spring Night is worth a thousand gold in one moment, I will earn tens of thousands of taels of gold tonight!"

The old man stood up without rushing, his eyes were complicated, both with desire and heat, as well as pity for stunning beauties, and the deepest contempt hidden in his bones. He was the kind of practitioner who stood on the top of a mountain to look down at sentient beings, and the kind of immortals looking down at the ants under his feet, "You and I are already aliens", rather than as simple as the big people in the world looking at the small people.

As a notorious veteran of the flower garden and a practitioner, this person certainly knows the sequelae of the crime in Zhuque, but Xiliang in the border is far inferior to the capital. After witnessing her seductive appearance with her own eyes, the old man felt that even if the risk was not small, he could definitely make money on the bed and on the woman's beautiful body of mutton fat.

From beginning to end, even though the old man had completely controlled the situation, he still did not reveal any identity characteristics, and he was even paying attention to the movements outside the house. He was bold and meticulous. He was able to commit crimes for so many years and get away with it. It can be seen that there is no reason.

People who practice cultivation are most afraid of the word "if".

Just as the old man walked towards the woman with a smile and was about to have a feast, his ears trembled slightly and he heard someone knocking on the yard door. Unlike the vulgar women's big hands and feet, the knocking sound was very gentle.

Like a humble gentleman.

The old man's face was as deep as water. He entered the city for three days and carefully examined the life trajectory of this lady Hu. He really couldn't figure out who would visit him in the night.

There are many troubles in front of the widow's door, and Hu Niangzi has always been clean, so there is absolutely no reason to get entangled with the men in Tiebei Jun Town.

Is it a woman in a small alley? But Miss Hu rarely lets any woman enter her yard. She is polite to others, but she seems to be polite, but in fact she is cold and distant.

The old man planned to pretend that he didn't hear it, but the second knock on the door sounded, and it was obviously louder than the previous time.

The old man's mind changed rapidly and his face was as normal.

It was like a woman hanging on the wall struggling violently, and the peaks became more and more undulating for a moment.

The old man in Confushe pulled the corner of his mouth, put away his skirt knife, walked out of the house calmly, walked quickly, and pulled out the door bolt.

When he opened the door, the man had just finished shouting softly, a little anxious, "Madam, I am Wang Xi from the alley next door. Now that I have recovered from my injuries, my body and bones are well maintained. I feel that it is time to continue to study west. During this period, thanks to my wife's care and have life-saving grace, I really cannot repay it. And I will leave the city early tomorrow morning... I am taking the liberty to visit tonight, not only to think about returning those empty wine pots to my wife, but also to... I will have nothing else to do! Madam, are you at home? Madam?"

It was the poor scholar who failed to save the beauty and was beaten down by other drunkards in the military town. In fact, not only Hu Niangzi noticed it, but the regular guests in the restaurant were not blind. They had already seen through this nerd. He was moved by the beautiful woman. It was just that he had read a lot of sage books, but he was simply a scheming lump of love for men and women. From beginning to end, until tomorrow night, we would part. At the last moment, he did not dare to reveal any thoughts or feelings. His gentle temperament would not be attracted by the fierce lady Hu Niangzi. At this time, the young poor man was stunned when he saw the old man who opened the door and asked in surprise: "Do you dare to ask sir, sir?"

The old man in Confucian shirt frowned and said, "I am her clan uncle. I came from Changyang County, southern border of the Great Sui Dynasty. Who are you?! Don't you know her current identity, so how can you knock on the door in the middle of the night?"

The old man waved his sleeves and said angrily: "I am worthy of being a scholar of Zhuque. I can only be a monkey and be proud of it. I am really a gentle person!"

The young scholar looked over the old man's shoulders, and when he saw that the door of the house was not closed, the lights were on, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Especially in the old man's tone, the momentum of "I am a Chinese-school boy from the Sui Dynasty, I am more knowledgeable than you, the Suzaku Jinshi" was simply impeccable. He believed in the old man's identity a little more.

He held seven or eight wine bottles and pots stringed up with ropes in his hands, which was a bit ridiculous.

The old man snorted coldly, but his expression soon calmed down and he whispered: "Why would my niece really not know your thoughts? Don't worry, as an elder, I am not that pedantic and rigid person. This matter can be discussed, but remember that no matter whether you have a good reputation or not, or whether you have become successful in the future, you should not underestimate my niece. Otherwise, I would rather demolish ten temples than one marriage! Okay, it's too late tonight, and you and I will meet in the restaurant tomorrow, and talk about this matter in detail."

The old man waved his hand and signaled the poor scholar to go back with a sense of interest.

No drops of water.

When Madam Hu, who had originally had a glimmer of hope in the house, felt desolate and felt very sad.

She only regretted that she could not speak and could not move, otherwise she would have bit her tongue and committed suicide, and would never let this old thief defile her chastity.

Just as Wang Xi was about to turn around and leave, there was a ring in the hut for no reason.

Wang Xi turned around suddenly, but the old man pulled his neck with one hand, clenched it like a chicken and duck, and at the same time he punched it in his chest. The poor scholar immediately bleeded in all his orifices. The old man sneered, closed the yard door without any haste, and kept holding his feet off the ground, slowly walked back to the inner room of the yard, throwing him to the ground, and said disdainfully: "Ant!"

Wang Xi, whose neck was bruised, gasping for breath, trying his best to shout, but found that he could not make any noise.

The old man sat on the chair and smiled and said, "Boy, I will be kind tonight. Before you die, I will feast you on your eyes. Look at how fierce I am. I will also let you see how this widow I like finally moaned..."

Madam Hu's face was dull and her expression was dazed.

The poor scholar grinned his teeth and was extremely sad and angry.

A man shouted in the distance of the alley, "The sky is so dry, be careful, you can't help but be angry!"

The words of the randomly altered and whispered, revealing familiar laziness and fatigue. Needless to think that they were also the infamous middle-aged Taoist.

The old man frowned.
To be continued...