Fu Shifeng

Chapter 36
It was three poles high in the sun, and the outside of Huyuelou in Sanglinfang was deserted, with only one servant sweeping outside. The smell of alcohol in the streets and alleys was still there, and there were puddles of vomit in the corners, which were unsightly. The tiles, carved beams and painted buildings are incompatible.

Mr. Changqing's face was full of disgust. He was about to enter Huyuelou when a guard walked out of him with a yawn.

"Go, go, it's broad daylight, and the girls haven't woken up yet." The guard waved his hands impatiently when he saw someone coming to the door.

"I'm here to find someone." Mr. Changqing didn't look at the guard at all, and looked up at the height of the pavilion.

The guard smiled: "Anyone who comes to Huyuelou is looking for someone. As I said, the girls are still awake. If you have made an appointment with someone, I will tell the fake mother and I will arrange it for you tonight."

Mr. Chang Qing sneered: "I originally thought that a brothel's service is the most important thing, and it should know how to treat guests. Doesn't your rude words like yours annoy the guests?"

The guard looked Mr. Changqing up and down, and saw that he was dressed in white and wore a cloth scarf. He looked like a Han Chinese scholar, not like a rich man, so he pointed his back at Hu Yuelou and said in an arrogant tone:

"Do you know what this place is? Huyuelou! The biggest brothel in Quzhi City welcomes and sends away dignitaries. Just two days ago, Director Su of Baochang Club entertained the inspectors from the imperial court. Sir, do you know how much money you have spent? How dare you come here to find someone with your poor appearance? Don’t you take care of yourself without urinating?”

Mr. Changqing didn't bother to retort: ​​"I'm not looking for a prostitute, but Cheng Sanwu. I heard that he stayed here last night."

The guard immediately reprimanded: "I think you're taking your life too long, and you have to ask for information about everyone. Get out of here, and I'll call someone if you don't leave!"

Mr. Changqing didn't have the heart to entangle with these vulgar people, and immediately walked straight into Hu Yuelou. Seeing this, the guard hurried forward to stop him, and Mr. Changqing swept him away with a flick of his sleeve.

The guard slammed into the wall, feeling dizzy for a while. He knew that the visitor was not good, so he yelled loudly after recovering: "Come here! A thief has broken into the yard!"

This action attracted other guards and thugs to run one after another, quickly took out their sticks, and chased after Mr. Changqing.

But Mr. Changqing moved faster, he had already sensed where Cheng Sanwu was, left the others behind, went straight to an upper room on the second floor, shook the latch and entered.This upper room occupies almost half of the second floor. The furnishings in the interior are not Hu Feng, but imitated the style of the Southern Dynasties in the past, with more screens and curtains, making it more sinuous and deep.It's just that the patterns drawn on the screen are not flowers, birds, fish and insects, but scenes of men and women in love.

The beast smoke in the room was not exhausted, the brocade was still warm, and the invisible smell of wine made Mr. Changqing raise his hand to cover his nose. After passing through several screens, he saw Cheng Sanwu naked on a large bed with a length and width of more than ten feet. body, sleeping soundly on his back, and there were four or five other women pillowing each other, overlapping with Cheng Sanwu, light gauze skirts and silk obscene clothes randomly scattered on the ground.

Mr. Changqing couldn't stand it anymore, he clasped his fingers and made a tactic, catching a little bit of water vapor, gathered into a ball of clear water on his fingertips, he directly raised his hand and threw it out, dousing all the men and women on the bed, waking them up.

"Who?!" Cheng Sanwu woke up first. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Mr. Changqing looking at him with a cold expression. After a sigh of relief, his head fell down again: "It turned out to be you, who came here early in the morning What are you doing here?"

"It's already been hit." Mr. Changqing took two steps back. Seeing this, the prostitutes picked up their clothes to cover their bodies and fled here, and the guards shouted from outside.

Several brothel guards rushed into the upper room, Cheng Sanwu probably guessed what happened, got up and waved his hands and said: "This is my acquaintance, I misunderstood for a while, you go down."

The guards saluted Cheng Sanwu with crossed hands, glanced at Mr. Changqing, and didn't dare to blame him, hurriedly left the room and closed the door tightly.

Cheng Sanwu got up and wanted to put on his clothes, but he forgot where his trousers were taken off, so he could only tear down a tent randomly to cover his lower body, found an unfinished jar of wine, and drank it with a wine spoon.

Sensing Mr. Changqing's gaze, Cheng Sanwu handed over the wine spoon: "Do you want to drink?"

"I didn't realize that you are actually a drunkard." Mr. Changqing didn't even look at it.

"What? The imperial court forbids me to indulge in drinking and sex?" Cheng Sanwu sat down at random: "A few days ago, I fought desperately and lived with my head hanging on my waist. Now I finally got through it. Is it possible that I need to learn from the monk?" Eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha's name, with a pure heart and few desires?"

"In this world, it is common to drink wind and water, eat grains and eat meat." Mr. Changqing looks like pointing out the ignorant and mediocre: "For the sake of prolonging the succession, there is nothing to criticize , but the key is not to be addicted to it, so that the mind is in a daze. If you are so addicted to wine and sex, I am afraid that sooner or later you will wither and shake the foundation of martial arts."

"Don't worry, I'm very talented. I'll be fine more than a dozen times a night." When Cheng Sanwu said this, he still showed a smug expression, which made the corners of Mr. Changqing's eyes twitch.

"By the way, why are you here at Huyuelou?" Cheng Sanwu stretched his waist, "If something happened to Baochang Club, Lao Su wouldn't let you come to me."

"I'm looking for you." After saying this, Mr. Changqing took out a charm, ignited it, and then waved it outward. The invisible magic power enveloped the entire upper room, as if to isolate the inside and outside.

Cheng Sanwu could see that Mr. Changqing was serious, so he put away his slack and playful expression.

"Do you still remember the obelisks we salvaged from Tianchi?" Mr. Changqing also sat down and asked.

"Remember." Cheng Sanwu said without a smile on his face: "You scolded the dominatrix in public at that time. If Old Su hadn't stopped you, you probably would have gone up to fight her desperately."

"You are not a magician, so you don't understand how strong our expectations are for improving your spells." Mr. Changqing lowered his head, his tone depressed: "The night before yesterday, Master Zhou Lian went away."

"My condolences." Cheng Sanwu didn't know any other words of comfort.

"It's not enough just to mourn." Mr. Changqing looked at his hands: "Master Zhou Lian and I have both experienced the backlash of magic. You can say that we are arrogant, and you can also blame it on the conspiracy of the demon, but in the final analysis, it is still for the foreign land. Little is known about the spell."

Of course, Cheng Sanwu would not have thought of this, and could only listen to Mr. Changqing in silence, "Although the monks of Daqingjing Temple also died in Tianchi, they did restrain Anguti at that time. Even if you recruit the deity guru in the Dharma Realm to seek praise and borrow the Dharma, the foundation is still the perfection of self-nature and the wisdom of Buddha and self.

"From the point of view of Daomen, everything in the world is formed by the evolution of the innate Qi, and the circulation of all qi changes, such as the sun, moon and stars, heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, ghosts and spirits, animals and plants. Those who control the spirit, change all things, and achieve profound achievements are enough to call the wind and rain, and move mountains and seas."

"What do you want me to do?" Cheng Sanwu took the opportunity to interrupt, and when Mr. Changqing talked about familiar things, he would talk endlessly on his own.

"I'm going to rub the characters and patterns on the obelisk, and I want your help." Mr. Changqing looked at Cheng Sanwu with piercing eyes.

"Those stone pillars are currently placed in the Protectorate's Mansion and are under strict guard." Cheng Sanwu also rarely became serious: "The dominatrix said that those things belong to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and neither Lao Su nor I can get close."

"That's what you said." Mr. Changqing smiled: "But as far as I know, Daoist Shang of the Dufu Mansion has carefully studied this obelisk every day, and it has not been hindered."

"How do you know?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"The Taoist boy next to Daoist Shang told me that no matter how I say it, I am still a member of the Taoist school." Mr. Changqing replied.

Cheng Sanwu didn't want to agree very much: "Then you should go to find that Daoist Shang, anyway, you can make friends."

"I don't want to say anything about this matter..." Mr. Changqing explained: "Shang Daoist is from Chang'an Xuandu Temple, and he is a Taoist envoy sent by the imperial court to the Western Regions. He is said to be a Taoist, but he is not much different from an official."

"Xuandu Temple? I've heard of it, it seems to be the Royal Taoist Temple?"

"More than that, Xuandu Temple is also responsible for managing Taoist books, just like officials who are in charge of promotion and dismissal. If the Daoists of Daxia want to improve their Taoism, they must come to Xuandu Temple to study in addition to the inheritance in the temples of their respective sects. "Mr. Changqing said simply: "To put it bluntly, Xuandu Temple is the government office for cultivating and managing Taoists for the imperial court. If I tell Taoist Master Shang that I want to rub the stone pillars, I'm afraid he will take me back and send me to Qi. Question the crime in front of the general guard."

In fact, Mr. Changqing was somewhat regretful. If he hadn't talked about the Dragon Qi in public, perhaps he wouldn't have attracted too much attention from Qi Dahu and Afu, then he should still have a chance to get close to those obelisks.

"You don't dare to go by yourself, but you want me to do it. If the matter comes to light, you will refuse to admit it and put all the blame on me alone, right?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"Do you think I'm this kind of person?" Mr. Changqing immediately stood up when he heard the words, as if he couldn't bear this kind of slander: "If the real thing is revealed, just push it on me!"

Cheng Sanwu said: "Who would believe that? Besides, the Guard's Mansion is heavily guarded, and the Daoist Shang you mentioned may be guarding beside the stone pillar."

"No, Daoist Shang has not been in Quzhi City for the past few days." Mr. Changqing added: "In order to forge the magic sword, he has to go to the Jade Spring Altar in the north of the city to take care of the fire, and he can't leave at night."

"I understand. You want to take advantage of the dead of night and go to Duhu Mansion to rub the stone pillars." Cheng Sanwu still finds it difficult: "But I'm not good at being a snitch. If there is any disturbance, I'm afraid I will break out of the siege." .”

"Don't worry, I will go with you, and use spells to cover up my steps." Mr. Changqing said, "And I will leave two paper figurines here, transforming into you and me, pretending that we have never left Hu Yuelou. "

"You've already prepared it?" Cheng Sanwu was quite surprised.

"Otherwise? Like you, addicted to sex?" Mr. Changqing took out the paper figurine: "Stretch out your hand, prick a drop of blood, I'm going to cast a spell."

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After midnight, patrols around the Duhu Mansion were closely guarded, and braziers and torches were arranged at a certain distance to keep them bright.

After the two teams of soldiers passed by, Cheng Sanwu followed closely behind Mr. Changqing. The two of them, shrouded in invisibility, couldn't make out the slightest trace even by the torch, which made Cheng Sanwu secretly marvel at himself.

The two climbed vertically, climbed over the fortress-like outer wall of the Dufu Mansion, avoided the patrolling soldiers above, and then jumped directly from the other side.

Different from the rapid landing in the past, this time San Wu felt as light as a goose feather, falling slowly, without deliberately adjusting his body shape, and there was no sound of footsteps when he landed.

Mr. Changqing was obviously familiar with the layout of the Duhu Mansion. He led Cheng Sanwu to sneak all the way, avoiding groups of patrolling soldiers, and came to the warehouse where the obelisks were stored. Although there were soldiers stationed nearby, the number of them was Not very dense, after all, this is already deep in the Protectorate's Mansion.

Although Mr. Changqing asked Cheng Sanwu to come and help him, when he arrived at the warehouse door, he opened the lock with magic, pushed the warehouse door open and slipped in. What Cheng Sanwu really wanted to do was to watch the wind outside.

Cheng Sanwu stood guard in front of the warehouse door, carefully covering the door, holding the lock as a cover, watching a soldier pass by with a torch in his hand, glanced casually, but did not notice anything unusual.

Even though Cheng Sanwu was always bold, he still felt a little guilty about doing this in the depths of the Protectorate's Mansion.If the two of us were able to come here with the help of spells, wouldn't other more powerful masters be able to sneak into the Protector's Mansion casually?
For some reason, Cheng Sanwu's heart suddenly thumped, and he instinctively felt vigilant. He raised his eyes and looked at the cornices of the main hall in the distance. It was clearly a dark night, but there seemed to be a halo covering the main hall.

When Cheng Sanwu was worried, Mr. Changqing gently pulled the door leaf inside to signal, Cheng Sanwu glanced around to make sure no soldiers were passing by before opening the door to let him out.

Cheng Sanwu didn't ask any more questions, and before they set off, they agreed that the two of them would not speak a word the whole time.Mr. Changqing closed the warehouse door, re-locked it, and immediately led Cheng Sanwu over the wall and left in a hurry.

And when Cheng Sanwu and the others had only left for about ten breaths, the Chief Protector Qi suddenly jumped from the direction of the main hall. He was only wearing silk pajamas at the moment, carrying an iron gun, and his eyes showed a sense of guard, looking around the row of warehouses.

I don't see any movements of Qi Daduhu, but his brows are slightly frowned, and the stellar energy is sent out through the body, and spreads outwards rapidly in a round shape. Rolled up a little dust on the ground.

The stellar energy was absorbed as soon as it was sent out, and it didn't last for a long time. The chief guard of Qi didn't notice that someone else was here, so he came to a warehouse door with a little doubt, raised his hand and gently pressed the door leaf, and it closed as usual.

Qi Dadu was puzzled for a moment, stretched out his hand to touch the brass lock, and lightly tapped the pure stellar energy with his fingertips, and a subtle feeling emerged in his heart.

It was the reverberation from the ancient times, a ferocious thing that surpassed all living beings, and an ominous afterimage appeared in front of his eyes in an instant, causing Qi Dahu to withdraw and retreat in shock.

"It's him?" Qi Dahu immediately realized and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly aware that the patrolling soldiers were approaching, the chief guard of Qi didn't make any troubles, so as not to hear the movement from the upper and lower parts of the mansion, so he turned over and jumped back to the residence, everything remained calm, as if it had been countless ordinary nights.

(End of this chapter)