I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 27 Twin Hibiscus
Trees have roots and water has sources.

The corpse drivers in Cui's Mill must have their origins, but no one knows whether they are from the Yin Sect or from fellow corpse drivers.

Smelling that familiar scent, Xu Qing guessed that the other party's place of residence would not be too far away, and might even be in Cuiyun Tower.

In line with the idea of ​​keeping one's own business to oneself, he did not want to explore the source of the incense smell.

Gathering his thoughts, Xu Qing came to the box in the embroidery building. He sat by the window. In front of him, a red Shu brocade curtain was hanging. After drawing aside the curtain and hanging the silver hook, he could see the lively scene under the winding corridor.

The main hall of Cuiyun Tower covers a large area. Some guests who come for tea and entertainment sit on the tea tables downstairs and watch the young women singing and dancing gracefully on the stage.

In the attic, there is an incense burner and a warm tent, and inside there is a beautiful lady accompanying you.

When Xu Qing heard the light footsteps, he lowered the curtain and turned to look at the screen with a painting of hibiscus stamens.

The attic he ordered has an elegant name, called Twin Hibiscus.

The reason for this name is that the top prostitute in this brothel is not one person, but a pair of twin sisters.

At this time, the two sisters walked out of the house with light lotus steps.

Xu Qing took a quick look and saw that one of them was wearing a purple silk skirt and had a charming figure, while the other was wearing a pink jacket and white skirt and was pretty.

"What are your names?"

"My name is Zi Xi, (my name is Qiao Rui)."

When Xu Qing first turned over the sign, he felt that the name of the building looked familiar. Now, when he saw the two girls in front of him and heard the name
Isn’t this the place where the county magistrate’s daughter, who possesses the holy body of grinding tofu, often comes!
Tsk, this Cuiyun Tower really embraces everything.

Xu Qing became more interested and started asking the twins what their unique skills were and what techniques they were good at.

The broad-minded girl Zi Xi smiled charmingly, twisted her slender waist, and handed a program with illustrations to the front.

Pouring a cup of tea, the hot steam was accompanied by gusts of fragrant breeze. Among the many services, Xu Qing chose the must-order items of Furong Tower, "Two Sisters Playing with Furong" and "Spring Boudoir Complaint".

He quietly watched the first item and found that it was actually the play of two phoenixes fighting and playing the Burmese bell.

The second part is singing, which tells the story of two women who are in love and often play the zither together. Of course, in the process of singing and playing the zither, there are also some moments when the women express their feelings to each other and relieve their inner depression.

"The dripping flames of incense and candles have fallen, and her face is frowning, slightly drunk.

She was so restless and wanted to clear herself off, so she took off her silk and looked down at the haggard lark.

The tide rises, the tide recedes, and I sleep soundly in the moonlit night."

Even Xu Qing, who had a wide range of knowledge in his previous life, had to sigh that he had less experience.

With such singing skills and body movements, it is no exaggeration to say that it is art.

During the intermission, Xu Qing pressed the button of the teacup and asked the big teapot to bring some more candles.

The big teapot was blocked by a curtain, so I couldn't see what was going on inside. I could only wonder why the candle was so fragile today.
After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but remind her:
"Master, please be careful and don't hurt our girl. If she gets burned, I'll have to ask you for compensation."

At dawn, Xu Qing, whose experience had been enhanced again, walked out of Cuiyun Tower.

During this period, he had used the palace secret 'Thirteen Methods of Identifying Privets' and observed many girls who appeared, but unfortunately, the twin flowers in Furong Tower were not in their buds, and even the courtesan in Jinluan Pavilion in Building No. 1, who claimed to sell her art but not her body, had already shown signs of ejaculation.

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved. In a place like this, there would never be a truly innocent girl.

Even if there are any, they are extremely rare and a rarity that is hard to come by.

After leaving Changdeng Street, Xu Qing walked on the street as if nothing had happened.

At the breakfast stall, a group of diners were discussing the fire at Cui's Mill last night.

"I heard dozens of people died, but I don't know if that's true or not." "Don't talk nonsense, the people in charge have come out to clarify. It was just dozens of donkeys and mules that died, not just people!"

He does not mean that.

Xu Qing was puzzled. He had seen with his own eyes the people from the patrol office going to the mill before. The fact that Cui's Mill used zombies instead of donkeys and mules must be hidden.

But why does it seem like this matter has not been revealed yet?
When he arrived at the food store, Xu Qing ordered a bowl of hot duck blood soup, which was sprinkled with a layer of chopped green onions and coriander. It smelled and tasted good.

He sat at the stall and continued to listen to the diners' discussions.

Unfortunately, what these people talked about next were all trivial and insignificant things, none of which could arouse Xu Qing's emotions.

In his daily life, he had witnessed many things, big and small, which were far more exciting than what the common people knew. He had become a picky eater, and these half-cooked green melons were not enough to satisfy his appetite.

Listening to the gossip, Xu Qing blew away the foam on the duck blood soup. When he was about to taste it, a Guanzhong sword that was as wide as a palm and three feet three inches long suddenly slammed onto the table in front of him.

"Lao Zhang, according to the number of people, each person will get a bowl of mutton soup and two flatbreads, with extra chopped green onions!"

Zhao Zhonghe sat opposite Xu Qing, their eyes meeting across the long table.

At this time, Zhao Zhonghe was covered in the smell of smoke and fire. If you smelled carefully, there seemed to be the smell of a burnt corpse.

Looking at the back of his hand with thick knuckles, it was covered with charcoal black stains. It was obvious that he had just come from the fire scene and had not had time to wash himself.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Zhonghe, already unhappy, glared at Xu Qing. Seeing him lower his head and drink the soup silently, he spat and repeated the words he had said when he first met Xu Qing -

"You're such a woman, smelling like powder, ugh!"

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Xu Qing stopped drinking the soup and slowly looked up at the other person.

He was cursed to be a mute dog and sprinkled with powder to cover up the smell of zombies. It is true that he smells like powder, but what the hell does it have to do with you?
When Zhao Zhonghe saw him looking at him, he snorted, not knowing where his temper came from.

These two people didn't like each other from the beginning, and Xu Qing was also unhappy at this time.

You said that it's okay that you pick on me time and time again, and I tolerate you parading my dream stick around every day, but it's okay that you just eat your mutton offal soup, and you even pick out the coriander pieces in the bowl one by one!
He couldn't stand this!
Xu Qing found fault with everything and after finding an excuse, he got up and went to the stall owner to pay the bill.

"how much is it?"

"Eight articles."

"Here's twenty cents. No need to change."

After taking out the strung copper coins, Xu Qing stole the vendor's chimney-cleaning stick by stealing it secretly.

When he passed by Zhao Zhonghe, he used the same trick again and switched the chimney stick with the dog-beating stick he had lost.

Then he walked away.

After Zhao Zhonghe drank a bowl of mutton soup and was about to get up to pay the bill, he touched his waist and immediately felt something was wrong.

This doesn't feel right!
After rubbing his favorite stick, Zhao Zhonghe raised his hand and lowered his head.

Wow! A hand full of black ash!

The stall owner happened to see this and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Captain Zhao, if you like this stick, take it. I'll make another one later."

When Zhao Zhonghe heard this, his face instantly turned darker than the ash on his hand.

(End of this chapter)