Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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People who are used to running on the pier like to discuss their seniority. For example, some people are called Ye Dafu, but everyone does not call him Dafu, but Ye Er, and some people are called Zhao Kui, but everyone calls him Zhao Wu.

Ye Er and Zhao Wu, just by hearing their names, they must be very familiar. If there are some stories that have to be told between them, then this kind of memory of each other will generally be very unforgettable.

The young man didn't wait for their reply, turned around and went downstairs, his body shook strangely twice, and disappeared into the crowd.

People screamed in horror from behind, as if seeing blood and death. [

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Ye Bai didn't kill Lu Sheng, and didn't even do anything to him. After destroying the cave where he lived, he took the little raccoon through the gate, walked out of the Lianyun Mountains, and returned to his hometown of Jiangzhou.

Jiangzhou is famous for fish and salt in the Song Dynasty, and even has the reputation of being the richest in the world. Wherever you walk, it is a prosperous scene. People are dizzying and forget to return.

When Ye Bai walked every street in Jiangzhou, he felt an unprecedented peace in his heart.After more than ten years, returning to the mundane world made him realize the difference between immortals and mortals even more deeply.Although he is still just a small Qi-refining cultivator, even in Jiangzhou City, he can feel a few strong auras that he can hardly resist.However, the growth of mind, vision, experience, and all aspects made him for the first time give birth to a sense of control that can change everything with every gesture.

Yan Laodao and Zhao Wu had been an obsession in his heart for a long time. After killing the two, Ye Bai did not show much joy or excitement. It turned out that the two of them could be wiped away with just a light dust. Dust, it was only done more than ten years late.

Ye Bai was standing on Xiushui Street, eating golden pancakes, devouring big pieces, but his eyes fell on a fabric store on the left.

The shopkeeper of the fabric shop is a fat man in his 30s, with a pleasant smile and a slick face. He greets and sends off the guests, and even pours a cup of hot tea for the pregnant daughter-in-law who is embroidering with a big belly, looking affectionate.

The daughter-in-law didn't take the teacup because she was looking curiously at the young man on the street outside the door. The man with the sword on his back was staring at her husband all the time, his eyes were gentle and full of smiles.

The fat shopkeeper saw that his wife was a little distracted, and followed her gaze, except for the flow of people coming and going, there was nothing special.He muttered, "What are you looking at? You're so engrossed."

The daughter-in-law turned her head, gave him a blank look, rubbed her belly, and said with a smile on her face: "It's nothing, the child seems to have kicked me just now."

"Really? I'll listen, I'll listen," the fat shopkeeper was delighted!

Qi Huhu in Chunyu Lane was not so happy.His only daughter was ill, seriously ill, and went all over the Jiangzhou pharmacies, all the doctors sitting in the hall just sighed and shook their heads.Qi Huhu was heartbroken, wishing he could smash up these quack medicine shops.

After scolding the doctor sitting in the hall, Qi Huo couldn't help but grab a few pairs of pain suppressant medicine, walked out of the drug store, put down his daughter, and instead of driving home immediately, he squatted on the side of the street, looking at him intently. Facing the sky, something hot was streaming down.

It's hard for you to imagine that this is what an eight-foot man looks like now. People passing by began to point at the tiger. He didn't care at all and turned a blind eye to everyone.

Of course, he would not have seen a man in Tsing Yi get into his carriage, and after a few breaths, he came out again and disappeared without a trace.

"Daddy, what are you doing, Nuannuan is hungry and wants to eat candied haws!" The little girl's soft voice rang in Qi Huhu's ears.

Qi Hu was stunned, looking at his daughter who was staggering over, still looking lonely with thin legs, with a strange luster on his ruddy face.

The little girl looked at Qi Hu curiously, her eyes were lively and full of puzzlement.

Qi Huhu pinched himself hard, the pain was so painful that he couldn't control it anymore, hugged his daughter, and burst into tears. [

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Ye Bai is very happy, really happy. His childhood friends are doing well now, of course it is something to be happy about. Although they once alienated him when he was at his worst, Ye Bai would rather believe that , that is because of young knowledge and fear of official errands.

The people on the street didn't notice this smiling young man. They still had a lot of things to do, such as earning a living, doing business, and even going to the brothel to vent their anger. In short, everyone was in a hurry. In a person's world, only oneself is the protagonist.

Ye Bai walked through the streets, looked at the alleys, and finally came to Dongshi, which is the most prosperous and depraved place in Jiangzhou, where restaurants, brothels, and gambling houses stand side by side.

Thinking of the turbulent boyhood, Ye Bai smiled and walked into the westernmost one.

It was only in the morning, and there were no customers in the building. A few servants who looked like old ladies were lazily cleaning up the filth left by the day before.

The old bustard looked Ye Bai up and down, yawned and said, "The guest officer came a bit early, the girls just fell asleep."

Ye Bai gave her a cold look, without saying a word, took out a piece of gold and threw it on the table.

The old bustard regained her energy immediately, stepped forward, grabbed the gold on the table, took a bite, and said with a coquettish smile: "It turns out that you are a young master, the little lady has eyes that don't know Mount Tai, so she should fight, and the young master has a good friend." The girl from the north? There are a few new chicks from the north in the building, do you want to have a taste?"

"No need, I'm looking for Xiaohong!"

"Xiao Hong?" The old bustard was stunned. In the brothel industry, there were not a hundred, but eighty names.

"That little red from 15 years!" Ye Bai reminded.

Fifteen years ago, she was called Xiaohong, and 15 years later, she was called Honggu. This is the fate of a prostitute.

Ye Bai refused the old bustard to lead the way. He was too familiar with this place, maybe even more familiar than the old bustard. When he was 11 years old, he sent money here without telling his father. Unfortunately, the money was spent on tea and snacks. No one dared to let such a young child taste the ecstasy.

Ye Bai walked very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping dream.Walking forward, he habitually sipped on his index finger, about to pierce the paper.

After doing this disgusting action, Ye Bai smiled, turned his back, leaned on the railing, and looked towards the hall downstairs, as if he saw his young and bad friends, looking at him with a smirk, rolling on the ground with joy.

There was the sound of water splashing inside the door, Xiaohong was taking a bath, and every night after serving the guests, she had to wash herself clean, even though she was no longer young, and there were crow's feet in the corners of her eyes that could not be hidden. The skin is no longer delicate, and there are fewer and fewer customers, but the habits developed over the past ten years have not changed.

A narrow thought arose in Ye Bai's mind, and with a movement of consciousness, he stretched into the room, and Xiao Hong's naked body immediately appeared in front of him.

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In the restaurant across the street, there were a group of scribes and a group of people, drinking wine and paying differently, in a dissolute manner. Among them, a middle-aged scribe in his 40s looked at Ye Bai standing in front of Xiaohongmen from a distance, with a wretched look on his face. Smiling, playing with taste: "A prostitute who still has charm, a handsome and low-key young man, is it the cause of desire? Or is it a marriage destined by God?"

"King Guangling, who are you talking about?" the Taoist asked.

"What a funny little guy!" The middle-aged scribe laughed. [