The second leader, who was in charge of miscellaneous work in Liulifang, came to the woodshed and spent a few hanging money. Seeing that Chen Qingniu would not die, he said without expression: "Don't do your job today. In the next few days, the White Dragon Boat Tower will be extremely busy. Don't delay the main business."

Chen Qingniu nodded. Seeing this hardworking calf, Erling's family was tactful. He looked at the servant's clothes and blood on the ground, and took out two more hangings of money and threw it to Chen Qingniu. Chen Qingniu and others went out. After hearing the steps away, they lifted a piece of green brick on the floor and hid the six hangings of money in. The position of the leader is in charge of many servants and prostitutes in any brothel. They are like the housekeeper of the big family, and are the best at pretending to be a tiger. The second family did not choose to train new young prostitutes, and they have not much oil and water, and they have always cherished money as if they were life-threatening. Today, they are particularly kind.

At dinner, just as Chen Qingniu was about to struggle to get his cold meal, a strong man of four large and five thick pushed the door and walked in. He was eight feet tall and had a kind face. When he saw Chen Qingniu with half a life, he looked sad and squatted down, handed over a bowl of porridge and a piece of cake, and said slowly: "I know that something happened to you, come over quickly and get the food for you."

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Wang."

The strong man shook his head and sighed: "We brothers are not both of them have no choice but to help each other. Maybe tomorrow they will be Brother Wang missing their arms and legs. Except for you, the rest of the shop are all unscrupulous goods. I can only expect you to think about Brother Wang's goodness."

Chen Qingniu shook his head and said, "Brother Wang, you have martial arts skills and you can't suffer any loss anywhere."

The man mocked himself: "If you practice the style, you can only fight, kill, and kill. It's a way out and it will always be broken in the hands of others. Brother Wang doesn't want you to learn this from me."

Chen Qingniu nodded, took a bite of rice porridge without saying a word, and ate the hard bread as hard as a stone. The burly man squatting in front of him was Wang Mingqiong, a native of Liangzhou. He was not a good source of study and could not afford to read. He started wandering around in his teens and had some brute force. Later, he learned a few hard-handed styles from an unknown foreign ranger. He was famous for his ten years in southern Liangzhou for ten years, and he was always single-handed, unable to compete with other people in the world. He was frustrated several times and was discouraged. He happened to be recruiting a guardian for the Liulifang. He was selected for a few years and finally became a little coach. He had a 5 or 6 minion under his command. Compared with Chen Qingniu, who was struggling at the bottom, the natural scenery was much more pleasant.

Chen Qingniu grew up in a big dye vat. He can't tell anyone, but he knows the most basic way of retention. In addition, he has been with him for many years and knows that this seemingly straightforward martial artist in front of him is very sensible, and he can act like a little hero when he is rich and rich. When he is in trouble, if he wants to help him, it is a fool.

Chen Qingniu wanted to get close to him for a long time and learn some skills from him to strengthen his body. Unfortunately, this guy is also very hiding his own personal feelings. He always uses guise to make excuses him, and always has the magnificent wording. To put it bluntly, he has the little stolen stolenness of the master who starved to death. Chen Qingniu had no choice but to hold grudges, but he just had some regrets. After all, if you can learn a few tricks in his career, not to mention hurting others, you will be harder and have fewer minor illnesses and disasters. It is not a bad thing.

To be fair, although the unrestrained martial artist Wang Qiong hides his own personalities, many things he said from his mouth still make Chen Qingniu, a frog in the well, feel novel. For example, the martial character rank he mentioned made Chen Qingniu really open his eyes.

The warriors in the world were classified as the nine-rank Zhongzheng system.

The lowest and lowest grade, commonly known as the ninth grade in the world, the highest and highest grade, and is known as the holy grade. There are very few Suzaku Dynasty, and only a handful of them. Starting from the ninth grade, he barely entered the hall. The first grade reaches the peak and is a top master.

Low-grade forging power, middle-grade third-grade qi refining, upper-grade third-grade transforming spirit.

Wang Qiong likes to call himself a quasi-eighth-grade warrior. In fact, he is still a few lines away from the eighth-grade warriors, but among the servants in Liulifang, he still has a deterrent power that cannot be underestimated. Ordinary dozens of gangsters cannot get close to him at all. The maid’s favorite thing is to secretly pinch Wang Qiong’s strong chest muscles. When drinking, he also likes to expose his chest muscles, perform a period of shaking, or play sticks, which can always win applause. Chen Qingniu is also shouting vigorously, half flattering and half envious.

The powerful men in the capital who were deeply revenge by Chen Qingniu, who were inseparable from women when talking about the war between the two dynasties. At this time, what Wang Qiong and other martial artists said was very different. The martial artist, who was in his prime, kept talking: "Our Zhuque thirteen states have emerged in the past fifty years, especially Fengzhou and Yanzhou. Ten extremely fierce young men have risen one after another. Zhu Feixiong, the adopted son of Yan, was appointed as the captain of the Dragon Cavalry Camp at the age of 20. The military soldier in the Chang'an Marquis's army, Wei Wu, was even more

He was only fifteen years old, with unparalleled strength, holding a vermilion phoenix battle flag, and wherever he went, he was as powerful as a bamboo shoot. There was also Lu Kui, the confidant general under the command of General Han Zhibao, known as the "villain slaughter". This person was responsible for burying more than 400,000 soldiers of the Yuhui Dynasty alive in Dangyang County, a total of 400,000. These people must be the top third-rank military general, not to mention the Chang'an Marquis who had hit the capital with one sword twenty years ago. His name as "unparalleled Confucian general" is not a scare."

Chen Qingniu felt a dazed when he heard this.

Like the beautiful and infamous person in "The King of Yan's Journey to the Queen of Xiao Xue", Wang Qiong's so-called heroes and heroes were all his little toads lying at the bottom of the well and looking up at the small sky above his head, with an absolutely unimaginable style and realm.

Wang Qiong was already in a frenzy and said to himself: "Not mentioning the methods of the top third rank, just a strong man in the middle third rank can easily break a tiger and leopard, killing one person at a time, and being domineering. Unfortunately, your brother Wang practiced martial arts late and kept exploring in his early years. Until later, he had that experience, and then he achieved some success. In the course of martial arts practice, his talent, bones and fortune encounters are indispensable."

Chen Qingniu quickly said, "Brother Wang was not born in a wealthy family. Otherwise, if he met a wise master early, he would definitely not be inferior to any handsome man."

Even if you are a big man who takes the responsibility of a single party in a brothel, you must not lack the twenty-word mantras believed in small teapots like Chen Qingniu: flattery, nod and bow frequently, look at people and put dishes, look at people with a dog's eyes and look at people with a low eye.

Chen Qingniu believes that he is familiar with the first fifteen words, and he is still thinking about the essence of the last five words. He knows that when facing a character like Wang Qiong who is not good at making a good deal of high or low, he can really add icing to Wang Qiong's cake, but what he wants is to talk about his sense of superiority at all times. Of course, Chen Qingniu has to put his position down and down and hold him up and down.

Sure enough, Wang Qiong said something, but she was still smiling.

Chen Qingniu hesitated for a moment and asked a question that had been puzzled for a long time: "Brother Wang, do you say that there are still people above the holy qualities?"

Wang Qiong was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "Even if there is, it's still a god."

Chen Qingniu asked in a digging way: "Is there really a god?"

Wang Qiong curled his lips and said indifferently: "Maybe there is, it's not that the Northern Tang national teacher knows how to call the wind and rain, sprinkle beans into soldiers, and with one's own strength, he can withstand the millions of soldiers of our Zhuque for twenty years. But I think that's just a witch that confuses the public. The Northern Tang Dynasty will one day be like the Yuhui Dynasty, and be trampled by our Chang'an army and the Dayan Iron Cavalry. What kind of national teacher is a ball of paste if he dies."

Chen Qingniu echoed: "Obviously, the magic is mostly spreading rumors and not being in the ordinary way of devilishness. It is not true. Only Brother Wang's real force is the supreme kingdom."

Chen Qingniu has been with the brothel for many years and has a good memory. He has recorded many literary words, which is very useful.

Wang Qiong laughed loudly.

He finally stood up and left the woodshed with satisfaction, feeling that this trip was not in vain. He gave him a small favor, but the most important thing was to make himself feel relaxed.

This is the reason why he likes to chat with Chen Qingniu. This child is not lucky, but at least, it is much more implicit and clever to flatter than his subordinates. He knows that he is flattering or comfortable.

Chen Qingniu barely stopped the blood and sat in the empty and narrow woodshed room. His mind was filled with Xiao Wan'er's hateful smile and the gloomy eyes of the man in purple. For some reason, what he recalled the most was the old man in gray robe behind the damn dandy.

Like a ghost with no vitality.

He was just an outsider, and he could only be sure whether it was a playboy in the capital or a better old man, he was definitely not a half-baked monk, and he could compare with Wang Qiong.

As for the degree of high strength between the two, Chen Qingniu cannot speculate.

Chen Qingniu was obviously a huge gap with them. He pulled the corners of his mouth and murmured: "I will also mess with one or two people who have something to do with you at the least."

Chen Qingniu, who has not understood any great principles but has been struggling in a pickled and dyed vat for more than 15 years, has learned to advance and retreat by himself, but it does not mean that he will swallow his anger.

Many traitors who scold him for being a bastard will die every few years without reason.

Whenever Liu Qi, who has not yet entered the palace, he always says that when he hears such incidents, he is not lucky enough to be in the extreme. God will still open his eyes and help you clean up the scum.

Chen Qingniu always acts lucky, lucky, and shouts joyful, just like any ordinary teenage child.

This night.

The eyes were so painful that blood was oozing.

Chen Qingniu shrank in the corner without saying a word, his teeth bit on his arms, and a row of blood marks.

Wiping off two blood stains on his face that were enough to shock outsiders, exhaling his depression. Chen Qingniu looked at the bright moon outside the window. He never understood why the literati and poets who came to Liulifang to talk big, always like to be sad about spring and autumn. He wrote some poems that looked at the moon, but they could still make the top players in the shop feel deeply touched and then she burst into tears.

Chen Qingniu smiled. We have never read poetry, books, classics, history, and collections, but we have not had the realm of them.

Lying back on the bed, his sleep was light. At dawn, Chen Qingniu got up. In addition to serving tea and water, he also had to go to the kitchen of Liulifang to pick out the remaining fish bladders and animal casings, use special skills to make small condoms, and then give them to the squad who is responsible for the private affairs of the girl's bed curtains. The squad handed over to the red cards, Qingyin, actors, singers, etc. in the squad. This is both a physical job and a skillful job. The gadgets made by Chen Qingniu are always better than others. Over time, Liulifang knew that there was a servant named by the top scholar Li Lang and had good craftsmanship in the squad. If it weren't for this, how could Xiao Wan'er, the best in Qingyin, remember Chen Qingniu, a depressed servant who was insignificant.

In the early morning, when Chen Qingniu was busy with his hands, he was thinking about a way to send Xiao Wan'er a "accidentally" pierced thing. What is the first priority for all brothels in the world? Naturally, it is not to let the money trees get pregnant. Ordinary methods include drinking medicine juice containing mild mercury liquid. However, this kind of thing is too harmful to the body over the years. The celebrities in the big tramp are naturally unhappy. Only small brothels have to do it.

Originally, the things made by Chen Chen Qingniu were the most suitable, but most of the guests in brothels such as Liulifang were harsh and did not like to wear that thing. Traveling through the clouds and rain in Wushan through a layer was not so happy. Only famous red cards like Xiao Wan'er and courtesans had to spend some time to have the skills to make men willing to wear that little thing. Ordinary actors and acted coquettishly, most of them still couldn't withstand the requirements of clients. They couldn't live to death for this. In the end, Yunyu frowned and drank the medicine with a honest look.

Chen Qingniu sat on a small stool, thinking about how to ensure that the things that had been tampered with were delivered to Xiao Wan'er, but this was a bit difficult. Without his arrangements, he could not enter Xiao Wan'er's private courtyard.

You can only take one step at a time.

Chen Qingniu warned himself in this way.

He can't make a mistake in one step.

If you fall, not everyone is qualified to make a comeback. A worthless servant like him will die if he dies, and he will not have a father or mother, and no one will miss you.

Every year, a large number of disobedient young prostitutes die in Liulifang.
Chapter completed!