Since entering the Jianghuai River, I have only seen ruined walls and desolate scenes along the way. I didn’t expect that the Luzhou City was so prosperous.

Perverted prosperity in extreme situations.

Riding on the luxury carriage of the Luyang Association, Ye Qingxuan and others walked slowly forward on the bustling streets where people were coming and going.

There were only Ye Qingxuan and Mi Jiang in the carriage, while Wang Dong and Li Hao, Cen Shining and Lei Li were outside.

The Luyang Society is indeed quite famous on the ground. When they see the signs on the carriage, all the people on the streets and alleys avoid them. Even the rich men in the world holding swords and swords dare not offend them.

Through the empty curtains, Ye Qingxuan clearly saw that most of the people walking outside were people carrying weapons. Even if they were businessmen, they hired a large number of knife-wielding guards.

Those who can do business here are not the duty businessman, and it is ordinary to lick blood from the knife.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Ye Qingxuan saw three slaves tied into a string. This slave trade, which only exists on the grassland, is still prevalent and lawless here, which is shocking.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan frowning slightly, Mi Jiang became more sure that the young man in front of him was not very familiar with the world and could not stand these three customs of ignoring the land. "It makes the distinguished guests laugh at. This kind of slave trade is not common in Jianghuai. Only the people in the south will buy it. After all, Lingnan is remote and ordinary people are unwilling to go, and the White Lotus cult conquered the Baiyue land, but it requires a large number of people..."

Ye Qingxuan said "Oh", pondered for a moment, and asked, "Who is the person who is doing this human flesh business?"

"The local Wu Gang." When talking about the Wu Gang, Mi Jiang said disdainfully: "These southerners are not the most important thing. They have been doing things like trafficking humans and forcing good men to become prostitutes for a long time. The local Chunfeng Tower is the property of the Wu Gang."

“Where are these slaves coming from?”

Mi Jiang replied: "Most of these slaves were sold from Taiping Road and on the grassland. There were many wars there, and some prisoners caught on the grassland were basically sold to the Wu Gang people. I heard that the Youlong Gang also contributed a group of contributions, but most of them were abducted and young boys and girls, and not many adults. But since the Taiping Road and the Youlong Gang were eradicated by the court, the Wu Gang's slave sales business was almost over. Recently, they had shortage of goods, so they began to clean up the homeless people in the Jianghuai area, but even so, they couldn't last long..."

Ye Qingxuan put down the curtains, stared at Mi Jiang without blinking, and asked lightly: "This kind of unsupported business has a lot of profits. I wonder if Mi Dazhu also participates in it?"

Mi Jiang waved his hands repeatedly and smiled awkwardly: "Seventh Master is joking. Although we also run brothels and gambling houses, we must never do such unethical things. Besides, the only one who bought slaves is the White Lotus Sect in Jiangnan. We dare not do business with the cult if we beat them to death! That is a public enemy of the martial arts world, a matter of losing our heads..."

"This is the best." Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and rested, and stopped talking.

Mi Jiang, whose body was covered in hair, dared not talk about this topic again, and said with all the words: "The Seventh Master has been in Luodu for a long time and must have never experienced the prosperity of my Qinhuai Feng. This time, I really have to invite the adults to appear because a remarkable romantic figure has recently come to this Mingyue Tower, and I must see him."

"Is that true?" Ye Qingxuan responded without comment.

"That's of course." Mi Jiang said excitedly: "This time, Luzhou came to the world's best musicians, and he is also the closed disciple of Qiu Feiyan Qiu, Yin Xiuxiu. This woman not only has an unparalleled appearance, but also has both zixiao and flutes. All the talented men and beautiful women in the world think it's a pleasure to see it. I have tried my best to meet the beautiful woman. Qi Ye, hehe, the beauty is very blessed."

In Mi Jiang's heart, young disciples like Ye Qingxuan care about nothing more than beauty, wealth, and reputation. If you can meet a beauties like Yin Xiuxiu, you are not afraid that he will be unhappy.

Yin Xiuxiu!?

Yan Yinxin!

The daughter of Yan Jingshu, the owner of Ningbi Villa in Yunzhou, and Qiu Feiyan's apprentice.

Why did you meet her here again? Could it be that there was a secret mission in the palace that made her come forward?

Ye Qingxuan's closed eyes opened slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression. This reaction immediately made Mi Jiang happy. He thought Ye Qingxuan was immediately moved when he heard the name "Yin Xiuxiu", but he didn't know that he was just feeling troubled.

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Now I remember the joy of Jiangnan. When I was young, my shirt was thin.

Riding a horse and leaning against a slanted bridge, the red sleeves of the building are all over the building.

On the Mingyue Tower, Ye Qingxuan leaned against his hands with his hands behind his back, and his eyes turned to the small river flowing downstairs. Under the brilliant lights on both sides, the waves shone brightly.

Inside and outside the building, there were endless laughter and greetings from all over the world.

Yin Xiuxiu's zither sound came from behind, with unprecedented simplicity and tenderness, as if in the thick fog covering Qinhuai, people saw the golden color of the moon, as if it was relaxed and happy, and as if it was laughing with tears.

Yin Xiuxiu was not surprised when she saw Ye Qingxuan. She was obviously carrying an important task and knew about his arrival.

Ye Qingxuan was a little worried, but Yin Xiuxiu was the same.

This actually aroused Ye Qingxuan's interest.

However, he did not take the initiative to approach the other party, but instead went to Lanshan alone and quietly admired her zheng sound.

The soft sound of the iron zither is wandering in a deep and penetrating atmosphere with clear and far-reaching power, as if depicting the night sky on the Qinhuai River, and the prosperity and haggardness of the two sides under the bright moon.

Putting aside all his worries, Ye Qingxuan let his mind go and let the peerless beauty's zheng sound gently enter his heart. His thoughts fluctuate and his feelings are hard to control.

I don’t know how long it took to play the piano, but Ye Qingxuan almost forgot about this skill.

There are many disturbances in the world, making it difficult for people to be at peace.

The soul that is dirty by the world cannot produce the sound of fairy sounds.

When his heart is uneasy, Ye Qingxuan will no longer play the piano.

Speaking of which, Yin Xiuxiu has been in the world for a long time, and this world-wide song has become more peaceful in the chaos, and she is particularly moved by the feeling of being untainted by the mud.

The little Taoist priest who was transcending the world back then had been wrapped in the world, but the willful little girl became particularly fresh and refined in the secular world.

Thinking of the interesting things, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

The sound of the zheng suddenly turned, becoming powerful and powerful, as if thousands of troops were crossing the battlefield, ringing the war drum for attack. Yin Xiuxiu sang: "The flags were erected on the King's City, but I didn't know if I was in the deep palace. 140,000 people were lifted out of their armor together, but not one of them was a man!"

Yin Xiuxiu suddenly sang such poems, and she said it with a deep voice, like crying and complaining. Especially the sweet and gentle voice was interpreted indulgently, under the vivid scene, there was a passionate foreshadowing everywhere, which made people extremely sad and indignant.
Chapter completed!