The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 870 Dragon Head
It's no secret that the Kong family turned into women's taboos. Among the men Chu Qing saw, more than half were handsome, slender, dressed very little on weekdays, and spoke softly.

These characteristics are found in the descendants of the Confucian family.

It's not that every man who is too poor can come to face a rich woman, it still depends on his innate conditions.

There is a saying in Jinmen City that the top is not tight and the bottom is not loose. It is about how to observe whether a man is out to do skin and meat business. Unfortunately, these characteristics are also found in the descendants of the Kong family.

These two mouths can serve women well. I don't know how many men keep their lives alive.

As a man, Chu Qing could imagine a man's plump buttocks in front of him, let alone those rich and powerful women.

After he noticed his strangeness, he quickly slapped himself on the face. Compared with him, it was not so weird to secretly pinch his own feathers all the way.

Apart from Chu Qing and his group, among the casual cultivators who survived was an old man of half a hundred. He held a crutch in his hand, and would cough and bleed when he took half a step. It is estimated that he was just able to survive. one of the reasons.

There was also a man who looked timid and shy. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses and was thin, but his left hand was always behind his back.

The other women who were as charming as Medusa looked like they were fighting with strength. Chu Qing didn't know if he could catch the punch the size of a sandbag.

In addition, nearly 1000 people practiced casually, and the entire army was wiped out.

Chu Qing's eyes swayed from time to time on several women. His appearance and slender figure can be said to be a walking woman. The big eyes of the big sisters were golden, and they regarded him as a heavenly dish.

Seeing that they were going to strike up a conversation, Zhai Yu went over to hug Chu Qing, pretending to be lovers, this kind of blatant demonstration made their faces ugly.

Chu Qing's face naturally became even uglier.

Soon, the descendants of the Kong family stopped in front of a simple bronze gate that was ten feet high.

Seeing this, Chu Qing and the others stopped playing tricks in secret, and looked up at the tall bronze gate in front of them.

Written on the top are four somewhat dim characters, the tomb of the Kong family, and below it are reliefs of 81 mythical beasts, each of which is vivid, as if it is about to fly out of the bronze gate.

On both sides of the door are two copper pillars, the inside is solid, it sounds a bit dull when knocked, and no echo is heard. On the copper pillars, there are carved stone statues of dragons wrapped around them. The two dragons have no eyes, as if they have been guarded here. Thousands of years.

Chu Qing has every reason to suspect that people like the Kong family will come here to worship once a year, because there is no sign of barrenness in the surrounding area. If it is not carefully maintained, it is absolutely impossible.

After seeing Chu Qing's inquisitive eyes, the Kong family didn't explain anything. They did things by themselves and only wanted a clear conscience.

After the old man with white beard and hair walked out of the crowd, Chu Qing counted the people who were still standing at the entrance of the cemetery, including himself, there were 25 people in total.

This figure sounds neither good nor bad, and it seems to have no moral.

Chu Qing rubbed his chin in thought, and fixed his eyes on the dragon's head wrapped around the copper pillar.

It was a five-clawed golden dragon, with its proud and conceited head raised high, and the scales on its whole body seemed to have their own breathing rhythm. Although it didn't have eyes, Chu Qing couldn't resist the majestic aura on his body for the time being. .

After the descendants of the Confucian family finished devout tributes to their ancestors at the door, one of them bit off a drop of blood from his fingertip and dripped it into the concave groove on the door lock. The next second the door made a crisp sound of mechanism opening.

(End of this chapter)