Elder Tianxian carried the horse and ran away.

The banquet was in chaos. Some people were trembling with fear, some were confused and whispering. The vast majority of the immortal sect disciples who did not know the truth were filled with grief, and they mourned deeply for the dead junior sister Ningning. Some bowed their heads

in silence, some chanted scriptures, and some prayed for the salvation of the soul. The Ten Dharma Assembly, which was supposed to be held normally, now really had a sense of déjà vu of the Ten Dharma Events. It was so tragic that the sorrow was overwhelming.

"Stop, stop! Young Taoist priests, things are not what you think!"

Luo Yuanming hurried back from the stable, busy and exhausted, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve: "What Elder Tianxian meant is that he hopes everyone can succeed. As for Miss Ningning, she is alive and well and is now at the venue - Miss Ningning, where are you?"

He was still answered by silence.

After a long time, a young man with dragon horns finally walked out from the corner. He was shaking all over, lowering his head and never looking at the people around him. His eyes were red, as if he had cried a lot not long ago, and even his voice was crying.

"Senior Sister Ning Ning, she..."

The gazes from all directions were like needles. Lin Xun was not used to so many people's dense gazes. His heart was in turmoil, panic and confusion. The tears that were frightened by Tian Xianzi before began to flash again. He tightly pinched the cuffs of his sleeves and took a deep breath to hold back the urge to cry: "She...left not long ago." The

reason why Lin Xun dared to speak in public was just to explain for Ning Ning so that she would not die socially.

He was timid and had already exhausted all his courage to say this sentence. After he finished speaking, he immediately shut up and lowered his head to shrink back into the shadows in the corner.

Look at the tearful eyes, the unwillingness to say more, the tone of voice pretending to be strong but unable to hide the crying, and the "gone" that contained infinite sorrow. These

two short words expressed so much bitterness, sorrow and joy, and everyone couldn't help but sigh. The lovely and intelligent Junior Sister Ning Ning finally died in the battle with the Demon Lord.

Someone spoke hesitantly, which sounded particularly abrupt in the suddenly quiet front hall: "Elder Tianxian... could it be that because of Junior Sister Ningning, he drank to drown his sorrows and became like this?"

"Then everything can be explained!"

Another person agreed with sudden enlightenment: "The elder is missing her sick and hates himself for not being able to protect her well. He is so crazy and mad because of grief! It's really a touching master-disciple relationship, so touching!"

"Alas, her junior sister is also pitiful, why did she cry like this? It seems that the friendship among the disciples of Elder Tianxian is really deep, but it's a pity that Ningning can no longer feel it."

So Tianxianzi transformed himself and became a good master who valued love and friendship. Poor Ning Ning did nothing, but she became a dead person inexplicably. There were even several disciples who were discussing it seriously and wanted to build a monument to praise her great spirit of sacrificing herself to eliminate the devil.

Luo Yuanming: ...

Luo Yuanming glanced at Ji Yunkai beside him and said, "Master Ji, do the disciples of your great sects have such strong divergent thinking ability?"

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Lin Xun deservedly became the last straw that broke the camel's back with just one sentence, making Ning Ning's already little reputation even more distorted, and she died in the hearts of many people.

As the protagonist of the public mourning, she knew nothing about this. After seeing Tianxianzi rushing out with the horse on his back, she followed him without hesitation and chased him all the way. After all,

Tianxianzi was a master with profound cultivation. Even though he was drunk, he still ran as fast as if there were motors on his legs. Later, he even jumped into the air under the horrified gaze of countless passers-by, turning into the most beautiful scenery line in the air.

The horse was so scared that its limbs were twitching, and it was unknown when it fainted.

Pei Ji followed her quietly all the time. Suddenly, his eyelids lifted. A voice and the wind came into his ears: "The criminal justice officer is here."

Ning Ning was startled when she heard this. Sure enough, she saw several dark and slender shadows on the eaves of the high pavilion in the distance, exuding a murderous aura that could be seen with the naked eye.

The criminal justice officer is the law enforcement agency in Luan City. From murder and arson to the case of He Zhizhou and Ye Zongheng arguing with each other, they can intervene.

Now Tian Yanzi was riding his horse and rushing on the street. Of course, he should be invited to have tea by this group. He saw the figure on the eaves sway, and several black shadows attacked from all directions.

The criminal envoy was very considerate. Although Tianxianzi looked like a fool at this moment, he still used a powerful formation.

The black shadow drew a damaged shadow in the air. The spiritual power was like a knife, and it fell vertically with a formation of strong winds, gathering into a huge net on the roof where Tianxianzi was. When he was firmly trapped in the net, the streets were instantly filled with cheers and applause from the people.

The reputation of the elders of the immortal sect was ruined by him. No one else could be so

bad. Tianxianzi caused such a riot in the city. As the saying goes, the emperor is guilty of the same crime as the common people. No matter how high his status is, he has to follow the criminal envoy to reminisce.

Although the ending was a bit tragic, at least he was fine. Ning Ning was anxious. When her master was about to be taken away, she flew forward and came to Tianxianzi's side.

"Ning-Ning, Ji-Ji."

Tianxianzi's eyes were confused. When he looked up and saw Ning Ning, his face, which was as numb as a stone sculpture, finally showed a silly smile: "The city lord is looking for you."

"I know."

Ning Ning's heart was full of mixed feelings. She asked him seriously: "Master, besides you, where did Senior Sister and Senior Brother He go?"

His eyes were briefly dull, as if he remembered some extremely shameful scandal. He looked sly and grinned, and panted heavily with Brother Ma above him.

"Are you finished?"

A criminal justice officer closed the net and was about to take Tian Xianzi to the criminal justice court. He finally came to his senses from his anger at this moment. When he was forced to turn around and leave, he gritted his teeth and said five words to Ning Ning:

"Remember, Nuan Yu Ge."

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Nuan Yu Ge.

From the extremely ambiguous arrangement and combination of these Chinese characters, plus what Lin Xun said, the three people all ran to the depths of Baihua like monkeys. Ning Ning dared to swear on Pei Ji's reputation that Nuan Yu Ge must be one of the places of fireworks.

For the people of the entire Luancheng, "Baihua Shen" is a very special street. It is indeed a beautiful and dreamy gentle town, but it must not be put on the surface. It is filled with wine, lights and beauties, and there is music and dancing every night.

Although it was the first time for Ningning to enter such a place, she did not feel anything strange in her heart. Instead, she looked around with curiosity. When she saw the beautiful sister, she could not help but pull Pei Ji's sleeve, indicating that he should appreciate the beauty with her.

——After all, there are 360 ​​professions, and every profession has its own top talent. The cultivation world does not prohibit the development of the sex industry. Although the girls in Baihuashenchu ​​do not have a high social status, they are indeed in formal professions. Who doesn't love beautiful big sisters in various poses?

Perhaps because it is noon now, this place is not as prosperous and bright as it is at night. Looking around, there are rows of pavilions and towers, and the vermilion eaves are set against the carved railings and jade bricks. The long road is like a thousand knots, winding towards the alleys in all directions, and there is no end in sight.

The buildings on both sides of the road are magnificent, and the light gauze curtains occasionally flutter, and the vines, green grass, and incense in the house can be vaguely seen.

No matter where in the street or alley, there were men and women walking together.

In the shops, you could see many single women, either leaning lazily in front of the house to attract customers, or standing behind the window screen in a daze. A young girl was standing by the window watering the flowers. When her eyes met Ning Ning's, she waved at her and curled her lips to reveal an unguarded smile.

She and Pei Ji searched all the way and arrived at the door of Nuanyu Pavilion in no time -

in terms of scale, this building with carved eaves and painted buildings was twice as large as the other buildings, and it was undoubtedly the brightest star.

There were still guests coming and going during the day. The woman welcoming guests in front of the building caught a glimpse of them, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and grinned, "Are you two coming in?"

The Xinghen Sword was slightly damaged in the secret realm, and Ningning sent it to the blacksmith shop for careful repair; Pei Ji carried a sword with him, and with his cold temperament that kept people away from him, it was easy to tell that he was a sword cultivator with a bad temper.

People who cultivate Taoism have always prided themselves on being noble, and rarely come to such places, not to mention that he was accompanied by a very beautiful girl.

"Sister, we are here to look for someone."

Ning Ning's voice was clear and pleasant, with a faint smile. When she took a few steps closer to her, she smelled a delicate plum fragrance: "Our master, senior brothers and sisters were all drunk last night, and we haven't found any trace of them until now. I wonder if any sword cultivators came here last night?"

Upon hearing this, the woman's calm smile like a painting froze abruptly: "You... know those two people last night?"

Two people.

Ning Ning's eyebrows jumped as she continued, "Your senior sister did not come here. The ones who broke into the Nuanyu Pavilion were two handsome young men. They tried every possible means to beg us to take them in. They really tried their best. Sister Hongyu, who is in charge, was moved and agreed to let them stay here."

Ning Ning was delighted, "Thank you, sister! I wonder how they are now..."

The woman smiled and waved her fan, "It's a pity you are late."

She had a pair of long and thin phoenix eyes and looked very young, probably less than twenty years old. Her hair was loosely tied behind her body. When the breeze blew, her eyes were even more charming and her eyes were flickering.

The voice was also soft and gentle, like a boneless hand gently caressing the earlobe: "The two are missing today, and we don't know where they are."

Ning Ning's full of hope suddenly turned into a bubble, revealing a somewhat lost expression.

Luan City is so big that it is like looking for a needle in a haystack to find someone. If He Zhizhou and Senior Sister Zheng are not found as soon as possible, when the two of them get drunk and crazy in public like the master, their reputation and even the reputation of the Xuanxu Sword Sect will be completely ruined.

She was secretly worried, and suddenly heard Pei Ji beside her say: "Did they mention any useful clues last night?"

He was handsome, even if he walked on the street without saying a word, he could attract many people's secret gazes. The woman looked at him steadily, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Finally, she turned her head to look at Ningning, with an even deeper smile on her face:

"Coincidentally, their behavior last night was really outrageous. I specially used my clairvoyance to record it. I wonder if you two are interested in taking a look?"

Ningning was stunned: "Clairvoyance?"

This thing is very expensive and it is not something that ordinary people would carry with them.

"Haven't there been women missing in Luancheng recently?"

She frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking of. "You don't know that the last missing Wei Lingyi was the girl in our building. Since then, everyone has been worried and bought knife spells and vision spells to carry with them, hoping that they can be of some use if they encounter danger one day."

Ningning has always been very concerned about the serial missing cases in Luancheng. Upon hearing this, she asked anxiously, "Did the girl's disappearance leave any clues?"

The woman shook her head. Although she still had a smile on her lips, she showed a bit of helplessness and bitterness:

"We women have no relatives, no parents, and if it weren't for Sister Hongyu's good relationship with her and seeing that she hadn't appeared for a few days, she specially went to visit her, we would never have discovered that she had disappeared."

Ning Ning frowned and lowered her head to think carefully: "There are all kinds of people in the depths of Baihua. Once night falls, it is difficult to find cats and dogs around, and it is even easier to take action. Since most of the people here are orphans living alone, maybe the number of missing people... is actually much larger than the number that has been found so far."

"That's right!"

The woman didn't expect that she would be so concerned about this matter. She raised her voice several degrees and said with hatred, "We have thought of this possibility a long time ago, but the group of criminal officials are self-righteous and arrogant, and they disdain to interact with us. Every time they just hurriedly walked through the scene and claimed that they found nothing."

It seems that even in the cultivation world that is more open than the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the status of fireworks girls is not high.

Several girls who were quietly waiting for guests in the Nuanyu Pavilion heard the conversation. One of them stepped forward and asked curiously, "Are you investigating this matter?" "

Actually, it can't be called..."

Ningning scratched her head. Although she was very interested in this matter, she had never seriously investigated and searched for evidence. The few clues she had were heard from Tian Xianzi and Pei Ji.

She paused and added unconfidently, "But I will try my best."

"Really?"

A girl with a braid and who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old ran up barefoot. Her round eyes were squinted into slits by the sunlight:

"Sister, you must find that bad guy! You don't know, Sister Lingyi is an extremely nice person. She buys candies for us every day. Once I was bullied by a customer, and she stood up to help me. I heard that the Taoist priest could not summon Sister Lingyi's soul. Maybe she is still alive now!"

The girl said it carelessly, completely unaware that the failure of summoning the soul may very likely indicate another more cruel possibility: the soul will be scattered.

The woman next to Ning Ning scolded in a low voice: "Mingyue, don't be rude!"

After she finished speaking, her expression softened and she smiled softly at Ning Ning and Pei Ji: "Sorry, this child is young and ignorant. We have no intention of ordering the girl around."

Ning Ning shook her head: "It's okay, she is kind of lovely."

After thinking for a while, she said: "Everyone who is familiar with Miss Wei Lingyi, I wonder if you have found any clues?"

"More than just clues?"

Another girl sitting not far away turned her head and squinted her bright cat eyes at her, her voice as sweet and lazy as a house cat: "Many people here are suspicious of the city lord's wife."

Ning Ning was startled: "Luan Niang?"

"Young lady, you should know that she was a dancer before she married the city lord."

The girl raised her eyebrows and smiled, propping up her chin with her palm: "At that time... she was the top star in Nuanyu Pavilion."

Perhaps everyone reached a consensus on this, and no one stopped her this time, so the girl continued without any scruples: "Because she was a girl, her parents sent her here when she was less than seven years old, in exchange for money to raise her newborn brother. How should I put it? For those of us who grew up in a brothel, everyone knows what kind of people the others are."

She paused and snorted: "In short, almost no one in the building likes her."

Ningning continued to ask curiously: "Why?"

"She is very scheming,"

she answered without hesitation, with a hint of contempt in her tone. "She wants to be an otaku, and has used all means to seduce many men, many of whom are our regular customers. After all, we all work in Nuanyu Pavilion, and we can barely be considered to have some friendship. Isn't it a bit too much for her to blatantly steal our business like this?"

"There's more."

Seeing Ningning listening attentively, another girl followed up: "Since she met the city lord, she seems to have become a completely different person - logically, Luan Niang has never been to school and cannot read, but she often recites poems with the city lord and writes beautiful calligraphy. Even a fool can see that there is a big problem." The

little girls chattered, and Ningning was fascinated. Unexpectedly, the topic stopped here -

a heart-wrenching scream came from the corridor near the Nuanyu Pavilion. When Ningning and the others rushed to the source of the sound, they were startled.

The door of the utility room next to the corridor was opened by the servant. Unexpectedly, in addition to the piles of brooms and rags in the room, there was actually a terrified woman lying there.

Her outer garment was stripped off, leaving her in only a shabby white robe. Her hair was roughly plucked off, leaving her black hair as disheveled as a pot of spoiled pulp. Her whole body was tied up tightly with hemp ropes, and a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth.

Immediately, several girls ran forward in horror and hurriedly untied the rope and the cotton cloth in her mouth: "Sister Hongyu, what's going on? Shouldn't you be entertaining guests now?"

"Hurry, hurry to Master Ji's room..."

The woman's face was pale, and she held the cat-eyed girl's wrist tightly: "The man we took in last night was still drunk, and he locked me here when I was unprepared. Not only did he steal my clothes and jewelry, but also, also--"

She said with an extremely terrified look, her eyes wide open, and she imitated the man's crazy tone at that time with a weak breath: "He also said to me with a very scary expression: Go away, let me enjoy the experience alone! I am the oiran!"

Ningning:...

By the way, He Zhizhou used to be an oiran. Now that he was drunk and was emotionally moved, he might mistake Nuanyu Pavilion for a brothel he had been to before, and take himself for granted as the most famous courtesan, and then -

she had already guessed what would happen next, and her eyes went dark again, and she began to pinch her philtrum fiercely.

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At the same time, in the room of Nuanyu Pavilion.

As the most prestigious brothel in the depths of Baihua, the interior decoration of Nuanyu Pavilion is truly unique.

The light gauze hung low, and the white smoke of incense swayed, swaying in the air like mist. The light but fascinating fragrance seemed to have the effect of making people drowsy, and was very intoxicating.

A gauze curtain separated the two of them. Master Ji sat outside the gauze, and the outline of Miss Hongyu sitting on the other side could be vaguely seen. The intricately carved wooden bed was not far away, but from his perspective, it was as blurry as the woman not far away.

"Miss Hongyu."

He had longed for this beautiful and talented girl. Today was the first time he came to see her alone, and he couldn't help feeling very nervous: "We have been sitting like this for half an hour without saying a word... When can I come in and see you?" She

was sitting at the table, seemingly eating some fruits and snacks on the table. She looked up when she heard the voice, and her voice was a little hoarse and low: "Later."

After a pause, she coughed again: "I caught a cold and can't pass it on to you."

"So what!"

Young Master Ji was impatient, and rushed forward with his long legs, pulling open the gauze curtain, while Miss Hongyu seemed to be very shy, and immediately dropped the watermelon in her hand and got into the quilt on the bed beside her.

No, not shy, maybe a hint.

Master Ji was overjoyed. He walked forward and held her tightly in his arms. He stretched out his hand excitedly and stroked the little bit of her head that was exposed: "Miss Hongyu, I have admired you for a long time. Today I can finally be alone with you in a room... Your long hair is so beautiful. I can't wait to see more of it."

Miss Hongyu maintained her original posture and did not move. He just thought that she was embarrassed. He patiently stretched out his hand and slowly stroked her head from the top of her head down.

"Miss Hongyu."

As he touched her, he always felt something was wrong: "Your ears... are so big?"

She seemed to have drunk some wine, and her body exuded a strong smell of alcohol. Hearing this, she gave a muffled response from his bosom: "Of course it is to be able to hear you better."

He was delighted with this answer, as if he had found a treasure, and his fingers continued to move downwards: "Miss Hongyu, your eyebrows are so thick?"

She smiled shyly: "Of course it is to be able to see you better. And my nose and mouth are all born to be able to better feel you,

young master." With a beautiful woman in his arms and the alluring aroma of wine, Young Master Ji's nose and heart were sweet. He could no longer wait and wanted to lift the quilt immediately to spend a good night with Miss Hongyu.

He was full of confidence and was about to make a move when he heard a hurried knock on the door.

The sound was really annoying, but he was afraid that it was his father who came to the brothel to catch him, so he dared not not open the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a large crowd of people.

They all looked panicked, and when they saw his messy clothes, they hesitated to speak. The most conspicuous one among them was Miss Hongyu, whom he had been thinking about.

Wait, Miss Hongyu.

Master Ji was confused.

Since Miss Hongyu is here, who was the one who was close to him just now?

Ning Ning ignored everything else and walked straight into the room, raising her voice and calling out, "Brother He?"

Brother He.

Brother.

Brother.

Master Ji only wanted to pray to the Buddha for five hundred years, praying that this "Brother He" was not the one in the room, but the sky did not go as planned. As soon as Ning Ning finished speaking, the man curled up on the bed arched his body like a soft worm.

When he stood up, even through a layer of gauze, Master Ji could still see that it was a man taller than him.

The man seemed to be drunk, his limbs were uncoordinated, and he staggered as he walked. He fell straight to the ground as soon as he got out of bed. He struggled for a long time, and finally stood up. He took only two steps before falling again.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Several pairs of eyes watched him fall to the ground and tumble wildly. After standing up and falling down several times, he finally gave up and crawled out stiffly, letting his bones collide with extremely weird cracking sounds.

When the man finally arrived in front of the gauze curtain, he suddenly lifted the gauze curtain.

Master Ji was about to vomit from fear.

What came into view was a confused head, with dull eyes and a stiff expression. It tilted its neck in a cute way, and when it saw Ning Ning, who was dumbfounded, it grinned with its bright red lips.

This was not the scariest thing. The scariest

thing was that this guy had eaten a lot of watermelon before, and before he could swallow one bite, he hurriedly hid in the quilt, and did not chew or swallow afterwards.

When he smiled and opened his mouth, watermelon juice immediately leaked out of his mouth, red mixed with white, white with black, wow, wow, wow, like the Pea Shooter at double speed.

The man pulled open the veil with one hand, hiding his body behind the tent, revealing only his pale face and grinning. It looked extremely scary, and children would twitch their hands and feet and kneel down to eat dirt when they saw it.

Master Ji wanted to cry.

It turned out that the thing that had just hugged him was this thing.

In the year of apricot blossoms and light rain, his sincerity was misplaced after all.

He Zhizhou drunkenly watched Ningning, but he still didn't give up, staring at Master Ji with eyes like dead fish.

He glanced at it, as if he remembered something happy, and he even laughed out loud in a shy way. Every word he spoke seemed to be a death sentence: "Sir, is my hair really that beautiful?"

Master Ji: ...

Master Ji rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.