Da Bong fights more people

"The oirans of the Jiaofang Division are all good looking. Each has its own merits and is too beautiful to behold. Well, when the Sangbo case is over, we will exchange feelings with them one by one. In the future, we will publish a "Guidelines for the Appraisal of Dafeng Oiran Girls."

"The only problem is the lack of money. I only pick up three taels of silver a day, and the value of the oiran is at least 30 taels a night.

"Thanks to the nine-year compulsory education, I don't read poems in vain. I am really a shame for a time traveler. People who copy documents are for the sake of official career. I do it for free.

"Speaking of which, I will soon be 20 years old. Fortunately, my aunt is not my mother and will not supervise my marriage. I can make my own decisions. Caiwei is a disciple of Jianzheng, and the background is too hard. Marrying her is like marrying half a princess. It's not good. Just go out and fool around.

"Don't be in a hurry to get married, just wait a few more years, there are 24 oirans in Jiaofang Division. Haha, I'm thinking farts, the disciples of the supervisor may not like me."

Xu Baiyou laughed at himself in his heart, his thoughts were flying, and he turned to the case again.

He ordered Mingyan to be arrested in Song Tingfeng. Although she was confirmed innocent last night, there are still things to ask, such as when did the maid enter the Jiaofang Division, who she had close contacts with on weekdays, and so on.

In a secluded small courtyard, the branches of the willow tree hang down one by one, which is bare and desolate.

There were ping-pong-pong sounds in the room, as well as the man's painful low growl, and all the movement disappeared.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and Heng Hui, who was wearing a black robe, came out silently, and went straight to the well in the yard.

He stared at the mouth of the deep well for a few seconds, waved his hand, and the mouth of the well lit up with a faint golden "卍" character, and then shattered.

After lifting the seal, Heng Hui jumped in.

At the bottom of the dark well, the mud exudes a faint smell of water. The middle-aged monk leaned against the wall of the well, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

He looked decadent, his lips were chapped, and he seemed to have been seriously injured.

The middle-aged monk has a tall and burly body, with a light blue jaw, and a bitter complexion.

If Xu Qi'an is here, he can recognize this burly monk as the Heng Yuan whom he has been longing for.

"Brother" Heng Hui's hoarse voice.

Hengyuan ignored him and sat cross-legged in silence.

"I was seriously injured, and I broke my hand to retaliate," Heng Hui said.

Heng Yuan opened his eyes, and said with concern: "Heng Hui, turn around and be right."

Heng Hui shook her head, "Brother, I have been with you since I entered Qinglong Temple when I was six years old. You taught me to meditate, teach me to chant scriptures, take care of my daily necessities, and treat me like a brother like a father. Now I want to ask you for one thing. "

Heng Yuan sighed and nodded.

Heng Hui raised his head, with a pair of dark eyes without white eyes under the cloak, he smiled ferociously: "I want to eat my brother."

1Chapter 16 The Biography of Taoist Master Jinlian

Under the black robe, those hands stretched out spontaneously, and the palms inspired the cyclone, calling ~ Monk Hengyuan flew up uncontrollably, and threw it towards the death cyclone.

His eyes widened in pain, his skin dried up quickly, his blood flowed away, and his face deteriorated visible to the naked eye.

This familiar face, with a little bit of decay in his eyes, Heng Hui, who was walking toward death, watched this scene, his cruel face was a little moved, and his dark eyes were no longer cold and hard.

Peng Hengyuan was thrown out and hit the well arm heavily.

Heng Hui's left hand firmly held down his right arm, gnashing his teeth and said: "Don't kill him, don't kill my senior brother"

His face suddenly became cold, and he bewitched: "Heng Yuan is a monk, full of energy and blood, just to make up for the injury. Don't you want to take revenge? Don't you want to take revenge?"

Then, the cold expression disappeared, replaced by a painful struggle: "No, I can't kill him, he is my senior brother."

"Anyone in the world can be killed, why can't he be killed?"

"Anyone in the world can be killed, but he can't. He is my senior brother and the person I respect the most."

"What about Pingyang?"

"Pingyang"

His expression was cold and painful, as if two different personalities were arguing in his body. Following the stalemate, the blood vessels in his thick right arm glowed red, rising and falling, as if breathing.

Henghui's main personality seems to be suppressed, and coldness gradually gains the upper hand.

"Heng Hui," Heng Yuan said in a weary voice, "Do you remember the first mantra my brother taught you back then?"

The mind-purifying mantra Henghui resisted the out-of-control right hand, leaned against the wall of the well, and sat down slowly.Put your hands together and chant in a low voice.

After a long time, his hostility gradually calmed down, and his right arm was no longer restless.

Heng Hui opened her eyes, still with black pupils without whites.He stared at Hengyuan at the bottom of the dark well, with a hoarse voice:

"Brother, don't you want to know what happened to me a year ago, I'll tell you now."

"What's the maid's name?"

In the interrogation room, Xu Qi'an took a sip of tea and looked at the fidgeting oiran opposite.

"He'er" Ming Yan replied obediently.

She kept peeking at Xu Qi'an, and at the same time glanced at the closed door.As the chief oiran of Jiaofang, he has come into contact with many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and knows where the Yamen of the Bandit is.

All the officials who are locked in will peel off their skin if they don't die, and a weak woman like her may face something more terrifying than death.

"When did she follow you?" Xu Qi'an's face was serious.

"Yes, it's been three or four years." She looked at Xu Qi'an in fear: "About three and a half years, I can't remember the exact time."

The man sat there with no expression on his face, with a sense of majesty and dignity.She didn't dare to breathe, and she was under tremendous pressure in her heart.

Why did this person change so much? Last night he was still a playboy.

After three and a half years, let someone check to find out which other women have entered the Jiaofang Division during this period of time.Xu Qi'an nodded:

"Who does she have close contacts with on weekdays?"

Ming Yan thought for a long time, and recalled a series of names at the same time.

After asking a few more words, Xu Qi'an looked at the official who was in charge of making notes, and the latter nodded.

"Thank you, Miss Ming Yan, for your cooperation. You can go now."

"Huh?" Happiness came so quickly like a tornado, she couldn't believe it for a while.

"I'll take you back to Jiaofang Secretary." Xu Qi'an got up and made a gesture of invitation.

Mingyan Huakui followed him out nervously until she walked to the gate of the yamen, and when she saw the carriage parked outside, she felt relieved and believed that she would really be sent back to Jiaofangsi instead of being sent to the yamen.