wicked immortal

Zhao Yuan sat bored in the lobby and began to observe the layout of Baihualou.

At that time, Zhao Yuan was still young when he was in Baihualou, and his visual angle was completely different. He was basically attracted by some novel gadgets, but now, it is quite different.

Zhao Yuan discovered that the Baihua Building is huge, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as majestic. Around this hall, there are countless corridors separated by plants or pearl and jade curtains. The doors and windows are carved and painted with gold, which is extremely luxurious.

If you are someone who is not familiar with this place, you may not even be able to tell the difference between the south, the north, and the north when you arrive for the first time.

While Zhao Yuan was boredly observing the surroundings of the hall, suddenly, there was a burst of applause and applause not far away from the book table. Zhao Yuan followed the reputation and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a brush in his hand, with a complacent expression. attitude, and the eyes of the people around him all fell on the desk.

At this time, many guests around got up and went to watch it. Obviously, the middle-aged Confucian scholar should be an influential calligrapher or painter.

Zhao Yuan did not go there. Although he is a master in this way, he has long lost interest because of the ups and downs he has gone through.

Time passed little by little.

The bustard seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Just when Zhao Yuan was a little restless, suddenly, a girl in a short goose skirt, with a graceful figure and as beautiful as a flower walked into the gate. The girl held her head high and her face was cold, giving people a kind of superior Arrogance.

The girl didn't seem to be questioned by a group of big men outside, but she went straight into the living room and walked towards the corridors inside without stopping at all.

He Ling!

Zhao Yuan was shocked, he remembered that face.

For a long time, Zhao Yuan thought that he would never see He Ling again in his life. He never thought that He Ling would appear here. After all, this is Baihualou.

Back then, when Zhao Yuan came to Baihualou with his father and He Zixiong, He Ling made a fuss and wanted to come, but He Zixiong severely reprimanded him and cried, but he still didn't come.

Obviously, He Zixiong didn't want He Ling to come to Baihualou.

Why did He Ling appear here?

While Zhao Yuan was thinking, He Ling had disappeared behind a bead curtain and never came out again.

Seeing the old man, Zhao Yuan felt a little melancholy, sighed a long time, put down the teacup, replaced it with a crystal wine glass, picked up a few small jugs, poured himself a drink, and drank the dull wine.

In this Baihualou, besides tea and cakes, there are also some light wine to add to the fun.

Of course, spirits are not allowed to appear in Baihualou. No one knows the specific reason. It is probably because they are afraid that guests will drink and make trouble, which will spoil the scenery and spoil the elegance.

"My lord, why are you depressed?" A young girl walked over slowly, blowing off a burst of fragrant wind, and drinking wine for Zhao Yuan.

"I saw my old friend." Zhao Yuan looked up at the girl and said calmly.

"Since you saw it, why didn't you say hello?" The girl giggled, showing deep dimples on her cheeks, which made people's heart skip a beat.

"Girl, I want to sit alone, you are busy with your work."

"Hey, young master's brows are gloomy, and his mind is heavy. It seems that Feinu's family can resolve it." The girl was not entangled like other brothel girls, she sighed softly, and slowly retreated.

This girl from Baihualou is really extraordinary, she is polite and restrained between advances and retreats, and she is not surprised by favor or humiliation, which makes people feel good.

Zhao Yuan admired secretly.

After sitting for a while, suddenly, a middle-aged man with long beard walked up to Zhao Yuan and bowed to salute. There was a convincing solemnity between his brows.

"Feng'er said that the young master has a lot of things on his mind, and he is depressed, so I came here to take a look, and it is true." The middle-aged man with long beard stared at Zhao Yuan with a pair of clear eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhao Yuan's internal organs.

"Are you a fortune teller Taoist?" Zhao Yuan smiled.

"My lord, I laughed. Although Pindao calls himself Pindao, he is not a Taoist priest. He is just used to such catchphrases... Maybe... Maybe, Pindao wants others to trust him more." The long-bearded middle-aged man still bowed, The expression of flattery and humiliation gave people a contradictory feeling of humility and respect.

"You're honest and upright. Well, anyway, if you have nothing to do, if you say something good, you will be rewarded heavily." Zhao Yuan laughed loudly.

"I still have something to do, my lord, take it easy." After Zhao Yuan finished speaking, the middle-aged man with long beard showed a hint of sullenness on his face. His body, which was slightly bowed, straightened up.

"Stop." Zhao Yuan smiled slightly.

"Since the young master doesn't believe in the poor, why should the poor bring shame on themselves?" The bearded middle-aged man turned to look at Zhao Yuan, and there was a bit of heroism in his deep eyes.

"Hehe, your research on human psychology is quite profound." Zhao Yuan smiled and motioned for the middle-aged man with long beard to sit down.

"My lord misunderstood, Pindao has been hanging out in this Baihualou for some time, I don't know how many customers have solved their disasters, and never thought of acting against the sky for money. This Baihualou's regular customers are obvious to all." The middle-aged man with long beard The man didn't sit down, he still had a humble but reserved contradictory look.

"Fortune-telling is against the sky?"

"Fortune-telling is revealing the secrets of heaven, and you will suffer retribution."

"Well, let's make a bet between the two of us. I will sit here and say no. If you can calculate my fate, I will naturally reward you with a lot of money."

"Pindao said, it's not for money!" The middle-aged man showed an angry look on his face.

"Haha, well, then do the math for yourself first, what will happen if you don't tell my fortune?" Zhao Yuan laughed and stood up.

"Benefactor, why are you bullying so much?" The middle-aged man saw Zhao Yuan standing up, and his heart trembled.

"You came to me, and then you babbled a lot, pretended to be mysterious, and made me step by step, so that I aroused curiosity and wanted to know my own destiny. Now, I have curiosity, but you want to leave After all, who is bullying too much?!" Zhao Yuan stared at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes.

"Okay." Zhao Yuan saw through the middle-aged man's mind, and suddenly his face was slumped, muttering in his mouth, ten slender fingers kept pinching some complicated gestures.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man suddenly backed up again and again, knocking down a pot of bonsai, and then sat down on the ground, looking at Zhao Yuan with endless fear in his eyes.

"Say." A smile floated on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth.

"You...you...you...who are you?" the middle-aged man asked tremblingly.

"I am me." Zhao Yuan noticed that many people noticed the middle-aged man who fell on the ground, and sat down slowly to avoid attracting others' attention.

The long-bearded middle-aged man seemed to realize that something was wrong, he quickly stood up and straightened his clothes, pretending to be okay, but if you look closely, you will find that there is still fear in his eyes.

"My lord, I have no grievances with you, please don't hurt me." The long-bearded middle-aged man restrained the fear in his heart, and walked up to Zhao Yuan respectfully.

"Are you sure I'll kill you if you don't answer me?" Zhao Yuan was taken aback for a moment. He was just scaring the bluffing fortune teller, but he didn't think about killing anyone.

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, "You won't kill me, but my luck today is that I have a relationship with the young master."

"Hehe, this is unheard of." Seeing that people around him noticed them, Zhao Yuan signaled the middle-aged man to sit down.

"Life and death in a poor way are in the mind of the son." The middle-aged man touched his long beard and sat down slowly, but he was restless, his eyes kept looking around, as if he wanted to find something.