Chapter 239 Inviting Master Deng

When the glazed wall of Qingtan Jingshe was broken, bright red liquid like blood seeped into the underground palace through the underground auditory tubes.

The Iron Scale Buddha made the noise not to send a message to the outside world, but to inform the two heads of the Nine Gates at the Peak of Paradise.

The smile that seemed to be welded to the face of the God of Wealth disappeared, and his big face was filled with a serious expression, because this was the highest level of warning.

It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to face an opponent who can prevent Iron Scale Buddha and Dice Heart Girl from transmitting any specific information.

"How? Did you find it?"

When the members of the Sihai Gang came to report the news, Tongtianma had already ordered people to collect intelligence.

This stranger who appeared out of nowhere possessed strength above the fourth rank, so it was not difficult to investigate.

Warriors entering the capital must register their household registration, otherwise it will be a serious crime if they are found out.

Judging from the registration records at the city gate, there are three women and one man who are from the underworld, and this characteristic is very obvious.

Tongtianma's face was as gloomy as water, "Time is tight, and I can only find one record that matches the situation.

Seven days ago, a group of four people arrived in Beijing from Pangu County, Yunlu Prefecture, Canglong East Road.

In Yunluzhou, there are no powerful martial arts sects in that area.

Anyone who can make the two bosses feel such great pressure is definitely not an unknown person.

"Boss, Master Deng is in Cheng Garden right now."

The God of Wealth came back to his senses and said, "Let's go and ask Master Deng to come forward."

"yes."

Fengjing is not a rural place. It would be wishful thinking to think that one can shake the status of the Nine Gates by just having strong strength.

Deep in the bamboo forest, clouds cover the courtyard.

The Xiangfei bamboo curtain is hung with golden tassels, gently swaying in the breeze, but inside the curtain lies another world.

The golden beast incense cage squats in the corner, and the smoke of agarwood is mellow and lingering.

A glazed palace lantern hangs down, and the lampshade is delicately painted with dancing fairies.

The candlelight shines through, and the light and shadow sway, and the fairy in the painting has fluttering clothes.

Master Deng was reclining on a large rosewood couch.

Beneath him were layers of snow-white fox fur, so soft that he sank deeply into it.

At this time, he was only wearing a loose black silk nightgown with the hem of the robe open, and his bare feet were casually placed on the back of the maid who was lying on the ground beside the couch.

The maidservant lowered her head and looked docile, as gentle as a deer.

Another maid knelt in front of the couch and picked up a thawed lychee with her slender hands.

Carefully peeling off the thin crimson shell, revealing the creamy flesh, he gently raised it to Grandpa Deng's lips.

Master Deng opened his mouth and took a bite, but his eyes passed over the maid's head and looked at the bright light in the room.

He was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen, dressed in a plain white robe, standing in the slightly dim light and shadow, like a newly born bamboo shoot.

With her eyes lowered, she held the pipa in her arms, and with her long, distinct knuckles, she was gently plucking the strings.

A faint overtone sounded, like a drop of cold dew falling into a deep pool.

Mr. Deng's slightly closed eyelids moved.

The young man opened his lips, his voice clear and clean, penetrating the heaviness of the agarwood.

Like the first melted snow flowing over the bluestone under the moon, or like the first undusted chirping of a thrush in the forest in early spring.

"The beautiful house and fragrant forest are opposite the high pavilion, and the new clothes are so gorgeous that they can only captivate the whole city..."

The fingers tapped lightly to the tune, and suddenly snapped.

The teeth penetrated the creamy flesh and crushed the core, leaving a bitter taste in the sweet and cool taste.

Uncle Deng didn't care at all. He chewed the whole lychee roughly, and the juice flowed down the corners of his mouth and seeped into his pajamas.

His eyes were fixed on the boy's Adam's apple, which moved slightly due to his singing, and a drop of sweat just happened to slide down.

His ears were filled with that pure yet slightly charming voice, and his nose was filled with the scent of agarwood and the delicate fragrance of a woman's hair...

Finally, Master Deng stretched out his arm and waved to the young man.

The string music suddenly stopped, and the boy stood up immediately, as if someone was supervising him with a whip from behind.

She put down her pipa, stood there with her head hung, her shoulders twitching constantly.

His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the juice, pulp, and core all at once. He spoke in the softest tone between his heavy breaths:

"Don't be afraid, come here..."

The young man stood with his head bowed, his shoulders and back tense to the point of trembling.

His eyes were fixed on his own white bare feet, not daring to move.

His ten fingers were fiddling anxiously in front of him, like a tangled tangled mess.

"Come here..."

When urged a second time, the boy thought about the consequences of not obeying the order.

His body couldn't help but sway, but he still took the first step.

Uncle Deng narrowed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face were filled with smiles.

Finally, the dark color appeared in the boy's lowered eyes.

The stubby palm touched the white knuckles and stroked them gently.

"well……"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded from outside the curtain, "Master Deng, Tongtianma wants to see you."

Tongtian Horse used the passage in the underground palace to quickly reach Yun'e Courtyard.

One can imagine how the boy felt as his interest was abruptly interrupted. Master Deng tightly grasped the boy's hand.

This time he used so much force that the boy frowned in pain.

He swallowed the cry that was about to come out of his mouth and didn't dare to move an inch.

"What's the matter?"

While he was replying coldly, Tongtianma rushed in and hurriedly clasped his fists:

"Outsiders are bullying the Nine Gates, please ask Master Deng to uphold justice.

In this urgent matter, I have to make the necessary arrangements. Please wait a moment, Master Deng. I will make amends later."

The words were quite polite, but Tongtianma's back was straight, and he didn't hesitate to look at him, his eyes as silent as a deep pool.

Chengyuan is a den of infamy, with eavesdroppers everywhere. It knows countless secrets of the powerful people in Fengjing.

Mr. Deng's chest heaved, but he eventually averted his gaze, "Just this once."

"Cong Ma, give Master Deng a hand."

The young servant in blue clothes behind him immediately stepped forward, saying that he was supporting the man, but in fact he was pulling the man up by the arm.

"you!"

Before Mr. Deng could scold him, the horse carried him away quickly.

The Xiangfei bamboo curtains danced like frightened snakes, twisting and lashing at each other...