The Record of the Blackening of Traitors

Feng Ge Long Lou Lian Xiaohan, Yushu Qiongzhi makes tobacco.

Sanskrit sounds ringing bells, mountain temples and cloud pavilions surround each other, and when you look up, a big Buddha carved on the mountain stands, and the forest trees are green, half hidden and half hidden under the misty rain.

Today's painting boat, I don't know how many bridesmaids left with their buns, a group of dandies looked at each other, and finally couldn't help it, "What a **** dog, the number one oiran lady in Jincheng has her eyes higher than her head, and she will sit with you for three days Not to mention, to accompany wine, sleep, and not get a penny, and now staying in the spring pavilion of Yunleju is no different from taking root and settling down."

"To tell you the truth, I really can't bear it. It's the first time in the world. Throughout the ages, I have never heard of Qinlou Chu Pavilion's dry skin and meat business being fascinated by someone. What is the origin of the white-haired monster in Yunleju?" , come on, vixen."

Who says it's not, since the white-haired monster lived in Jincheng, hooked up with the flower girls and dancers all day long, and had no intention of entertaining guests. Groups and groups would go to Yunleju whenever they had time, as if they had lost their minds. Yes, one is more idiotic than the other.

A group of little dandies came here for the sake of being warm, fragrant and soft, with beautiful women in their arms. Who would have expected that they would be greeted with a toast to invite Ming, facing the desolate situation of the three of them.

Seeing that the bustling city of Jincheng had come to an end, it became more and more quiet day by day.If there is no bird singing, it will be like an empty city, and it will be nothing.

A young man poured down a bottle of wine, slapped the table and stood up, "Don't make trouble with the vixen, don't say much, whoever will kill it with me."

As soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he walked away, "If I can't kill that white-haired monster today, I will shave my head and become a monk."

Raise your arms and call out, and a large black cloud is heading towards Yunleju in a menacing manner.

He spoke with great momentum, but Yunleju was already full of water, shoulder to shoulder and no place to stay.

Normally gentle and carefree, Mei Jiao Niang, if someone snatches her position and looks coldly at her, that's called a fierce one.

Don't wait to go upstairs, whore.The female and the prostitute will fight first, tsk~

Morality!

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In the high pavilion of the cloud tower, there is a sound of strings.

The door of the carved and hollowed-out room was wide open, and a woman in purple gauze came holding a white jade jug, walking in harmony with silk and bamboo.

Holding a very simple bun, she sat down curlingly.

"The thousand-year-old pear blossom snow can be poured in three cups."

The jade hand is slender, and the wrist is turned lightly, like a pear blossom slanting horizontally, graceful, elegant and infinitely alluring.Sitting sideways on the ground, Jiang Xue held her chin with her fingertips, and handed over the wine cup with a slight smile.

The flowers in ten feet of soft red can make people stop at a glance.

This No. [-] Huakui lady in Jincheng was born with a beautiful country, and she is a master in singing and dancing. It is rare to see her in charge of others.

Every move, every eyebrow, every look, there is no part that is not seductive, no part is not charming.Just the action of holding the pot and pouring wine just now is already smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Uncle Lian has been locked up in the clouds these days, drank a lot of Tibetan wine, smelled the aroma of the wine, and woke up leisurely, the corners of his eyes were red, and he gave a weak glance, a thousand surprises flowed around.

The eyeballs of the girl in the room moved accordingly.

There are thousands of purples and reds, all in one place.And there is a tacit understanding that they never get close.

He was lying on the table, holding a jar of wine in his arms, his cheeks were pressed against each other, his peach blossom eyes were drunk and blurred, and the three lotus petals on his forehead became more and more bright and crimson.

It's really alluring.

The man next to him is a shameless prostitute when he visits the brothel. For this one, he doesn't know who prostitutes whom.

Fill him with wine, not for other reasons, but to sleep.

Unexpectedly, the thousand-year-old strong wine has no effect at all, and this man drinks like water, half amorous and confused.

"You said the same thing an hour ago."

Even the uncle was drunk and dreamed of death, already a pile of mud, and wanted to take the wine cup from Xue Xue's expressionless face, but she folded her wrist and looked affectionately, "There is a saying that everyone gets drunk when wine does not get drunk, don't you?" Wishing to be drunk, you can't rely on wine, it depends on yourself, but my family has its own intoxicating wine, but I don't know if you want to taste it?"

She spoke every word extremely slowly, seductively and ambiguously.Those eyes are also charming, Chunshui Yiyi.

Uncle Lian yawned slowly, raised his hand, threw another pearl out, and said casually: "Take it out and try."

The empty-nest elderly who have been alone for thousands of years have no fear. Anyway, there are piles of gold and silver, and they are never short of money. They just want to get drunk to relieve their worries and be happy like a fairy.

When Ye Mingzhu was thrown out, no one wanted to snatch it. Everyone saw that the oiran in the cloudy clothes raised her head and drank the wine, hooked off the jade belt with her fingertips, and was actually preparing to...

Ah, what's the situation, this is preparation... The Overlord is about to attack!

Really...

So exciting!

As if waking up from a dream, Uncle Lian scrambled away, "What are you doing, what are you doing? Reserved, reserved."

A dignified and dignified oiran, how come she looks like she has never seen a man in eight lifetimes.

"Hell's reserve," the oiran lady stepped down on the table, and said coldly, "You drink flower wine like this? My old lady is gentle and humble, and serves you wine for three days. You are fine, pretending to be a gentleman and a gentleman is addicted Don’t you think I’ve never even glanced at me, if it’s going to spread, do I need the reputation of being the number one oiran in Jincheng?”

Even the uncle is a little bit tasteful, this oiran lady thinks that he doesn't look at her and doesn't sleep with her, which will tarnish her reputation.

Damn it, can it still be like this?The operation is really suffocating.

From ancient times to the present, most of the clients think that the flower girl is not active enough and not charming enough. How can there be a flower girl who thinks that the client is not romantic enough and lustful enough.

But having said that, he felt that he was at a disadvantage wherever he was a client. After all, he didn't look like he came to take advantage of it, but was taken advantage of.Such a big loss, so far Uncle Lian is not willing to let it go.

The oiran lady is fierce, and she is sought after by others for her beauty. In the past, there is no man who is not a fan, and she can't walk.

Where did this white-haired monster come from, for three days in a row, she dared to use her as a wine maid, and she would lose the face of Jincheng Huakui?

Fuck him if he doesn't mess around, and he doesn't eat meat when he comes to the brothel, he's a bastard playing hooligans.If she hadn't seen that he was born well, she would have found someone to chop off his dog's head and step on three feet to vent her anger.

She was really in a hurry, she no longer had the half of elegance just now, the outer dress fell on the ground, and inside was only a thin gauze dress close to her body, revealing her deep collarbone and long fair neck.The smile on his lips was exactly the same as the moment when a hungry wolf salivated at the sight of the meat and attacked swiftly.

As soon as the Huakui lady started, for a few days, she counted the stars and looked at the moon and guarded here, hoping that even the uncle would be drunk. The girls could no longer hold back.

The people below couldn't see the scenery inside, but could only hear the sweet voices, "Stop", "Don't let him run away", "Here, here", "I touched his face", "Just go straight!" Pounce, pounce directly, quickly block the doors and windows, block them"...

One sound, one sentence, sounds fragrant and boundless, and it is fascinating.

Bah, it's clearly a miasma of smoke, I can't bear to look directly at it.

Someone sighed, "Oh, he did it after all, he is not afraid of being powerless, what a beast."

"A beast in clothes."

"It's filthy."

"Disgraceful."

"Inhuman."

"Brothers, come up with me, catch the white-haired monster and kill it on the spot."

……

Just for a short while, Jincheng is really lively.For a white-haired monster, whores and prostitutes.The girl didn't do anything, she just carried her bag and grabbed people with sticks and ropes, what a mess.

On the mountain temple with a thousand-foot-high peak, the old monk ringing the bell lowered his eyes and pinched his seal, shaking his head and sighing softly, "Amitabha."

The green hills in the distance are like Daisy, the Jincheng is shrouded in clouds and mists, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. The houses and buildings are all built close to the mountains and rivers.

There was a lot of noise, and there was no end to the noise.

"Farewell to Amitabha, your Buddha does not come to this kind of sensual and sensual bliss."

A gust of wind passed by his ears, and the old monk caught a glimpse of a white shadow in the corner of his eyes.

At one end of the rocky corridor, there are prayers written on bamboo sticks by devout men and women. The man appeared at some time, and he was already sitting on the railing, with one knee bent and stepping on it, and the other leg dangling out of the railing carelessly. As he spoke, he was fiddling with a happy Buddha mask in his hand and put it on his face.

White paint base, black eye sockets, a smear of red on the two dimples, covering the face with a cheerful and silly face.Rubbing his ears, Liancheng was still in shock: the woman looking at the face is too scary.

The man was tall and thin, like a refugee who hadn't eaten for a long time, his whole body was depressed, and the exposed wrist bone was visible.She was dressed in white again, with red along the sleeves, seventy percent of the color had been wiped off. The flowers embroidered on the robe had been eroded by time, and the only thing that remained was a wisp of crimson hanging down from her waist, which remained the same.Upon closer inspection, he was actually dressed in a pure and proud style, reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

He has silver hair, which has been caught in a mess, and is tied high with red silk. On both sides, there are golden sanskrit bells tied on thin ropes, with very small scriptures engraved on them.The bell is probably dumb, exposed to the wind, making no sound.

The old monk's eyes were not very good, so he stared at it for a long time, until Liancheng put on a mask and lifted his feet to the ground, then he realized that the white man was a person.His eyes are old, and he sees them as a ball even with the mask, and then he is shocked: he has lived for 200 years, and he has never seen such a raksha ghost, Amitabha, sin, sin.

The corridor of the temple bell pierces through the mountains into the clouds, and on the inner stone wall are rows of stone caves. Inside the stone caves are Buddha statues carved along the stone. Now they are climbing moss, which has a profound meaning.

His eyes swept across the Buddha statue on the stone wall lightly, and the red silk and golden bells rang out softly with the wind.

The sound of the sky passes through the gap, and the sound is heard from the empty mountain.

Fang took two steps, and a voice came from behind him.

"stop."

Liancheng stopped, and looked back to see the two-hundred-year-old junior wearing a monk's robe, without Buddhist beads and ring scars, who didn't know if he was a real monk or a fake monk, walking towards him.

With his hands behind his back and his eyes squinted, the old man who watched a good show and said, "This old man, where did you come from?"

The two "grandfathers" looked at each other, and it was rare for Liancheng to recall the fact that he was already a few years old. The old man is just the old man, okay, it's not bad, I can only say that this junior has a good eye.

Just as he was thinking about how to tell such insignificant things as his jumping a thousand feet, the other uncle said with a smile on his face, "How did you come in? Wuyun Temple is not open today, so you gave me the money." No, what’s going on now, the younger ones wear women’s skirts, and the older ones sell off the old ones. You say you have white hair and you still sneak around like those rascals, are you short of that money? That’s sesame oil for the Buddha Qian, half of your body buried in the ground, you are not afraid of going to Avici Hell after death and never being reborn, you are an idiot."

"I'm not going to make things difficult for you, just a tael of silver, give me the money."

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Uncle Lian: Gold pupils, silver hair, red ribbons, anyone who refuses to accept it will do it

(The treacherous officials are from the previous life, and the others are from the current life)

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