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Chapter 207

"Master, I'm a little confused, I hope the master can clear it up for me!"

Zhang Twelve thought he could leave after collecting the incense money, but he was blocked here.

"This... this master has already passed the gods today, and that master has not done it today—otherwise, why don't you ask him?"

Zhang Twelve pointed to Master Monk and asked tentatively, but these people didn't buy it at all, and asked him to clarify their doubts at the roll call.

Zhang Twelve was very sad, and Master Monk was very hurt. Before leaving, he looked at Zhang Twelve, then at the merit box, sighed, packed his things and prepared to leave.

"You have also seen it just now. It took a lot of energy to do the method just now, so today the master can only solve the puzzle for one person!"

Looking at the attitude of the crowd, Zhang Twelve guessed that it would be impossible to go straight away, but he couldn't answer too many people's questions—otherwise, what is this master worth?

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man dressed as a scholar who had begged him to explain his doubts rushed up and shouted, "I, me, me! Master, help me!"

Seeing that such a good opportunity was taken by others first, the others felt very sorry, but they didn't say much, and waited to see how the master would solve the confusion for others!

"Okay, if you have any doubts, just say it!"

The scholar hurriedly asked: "My ambition is to be noble and pure, to emerge from the mud without being stained, and to be full of talents and learning, but I fail every exam, so I feel that I cannot tolerate this filthy world! Please enlighten me!"

Still fail the exam?That's why you're stupid!

Zhang Twelve thought for a while, and went to ask the young monks who were cleaning up the mess for an empty bag and gave it to him, and asked him to help the young monks pack things together.

Although the scholars are a bit confused, but the master told me to do it, then do it!
He quickly filled the bag, and then Zhang Twelve asked for another empty bag and handed it to him.

At this time, the scholar suddenly realized: "Master, I understand! You mean that as long as I have a broad enough mind, I can accommodate this world?"

Zhang Twelve shook his head, pointed to the bag and said, "Pretend, you continue to pretend!"

"........."

Taking advantage of the gap between everyone's enlightenment, Zhang Twelve asked Lu San to pick up the merit box, took Qin Yutong's hand and ran out. After running out of the temple, several people looked at each other and laughed loudly.

Although they didn't understand why Zhang Twelve was able to cook the frying pan empty-handed - but they knew that since he dared to do it, there must be nothing wrong, and Master Monk was probably a liar.

Outside the gate of the temple, a woman called Xiangrong helped the old woman into the carriage, she looked forward unconsciously, she didn't know if it was a hallucination, but she always felt that he was there.

But when I looked up, I didn't find that familiar figure. There were only three people squatting on the ground. I don't know what they were looking at. They shook their heads, smiled wryly, got into the carriage, and left quickly...

At this moment, Zhang Twelve was squatting on the ground, smashed open the merit box, took out all the money in it, and packed it before standing up.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the entrance of the temple, why did he feel a little familiar, his whole heart was beating fast, but looking around, there was only a relatively gorgeous carriage driving towards them.

He stared at the carriage. The moment the carriage passed by him, he opened a corner of the window and looked in, and saw a vague and thin figure. The long-lost familiarity became more obvious with the strong heartbeat. ...

And Mu Xiangrong in the car also felt the same, and closed his eyes a little sadly, wondering why he had hallucinations all the time recently?

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During dinner in the evening, Zhang Twelve discussed with Guo Jing that he would go to the palace to report on his work tomorrow morning, so after dinner, he excused that he was too tired today and would have to get up early to go to the palace tomorrow, and went back to sleep directly.

The others didn't think too much, and went back to the house to rest after eating.

But Zhang Twelve, who returned to the house, did not intend to go to bed immediately, but was going to go out to realize his dream——

Visit all brothels!
After returning to the room for about half an hour, lying on the door and hearing that there was no movement outside the door, he tiptoed to open the door, and then slipped out quietly.

Originally, he planned to take Lu San out, and let him see what a brothel in the metropolis looks like, but Lu San's performance today made him very disappointed—what do you mean a young master can't enter such a place?
Hmph, I won't take you with me!

Zhang Twelve opened the door with a very low voice, so it was okay to hide the truth from ordinary people like Qin Yutong, but Guo Jing—how could it be so easy to deceive?

But he just shook his head, a little helpless, but he also understood that young people, when they are most angry, it's okay to go out and have fun...

Coming out of the inn, Zhang Twelve came to the door of "Chunman Pavilion" in a familiar way. Looking at the red candlelight reflected by the red lanterns hanging outside the building, Zhang Twelve realized that it seemed that those low-level shampoo rooms in previous lives, As high as the entertainment club, this red neon light is standard...

It seems that regardless of past life or present life, this man's preferences are roughly the same, right?
This place can be regarded as the first time I have come into contact with a romantic place - it is a real romantic place, just looking at the women in revealing clothes outside the building to pick up customers, this place is more fun than Zuichunlou...

Zhang Twelve, whose heart was turbulent, was about to stride into the Chunman Pavilion. After stepping through that door, a new chapter in his life would be opened. Just thinking about it makes me very excited...

After entering the Chunman Pavilion, I saw that there were too many people in the building, and there were basically no empty seats. Everyone looked in the direction of the middle of the building with great interest.

Zhang Twelve also looked at the platform in their direction, only to find that there were two men on the platform who were holding weapons and their swords were on the verge of crossing their swords. Their clothes were already disheveled. The mouth was bleeding.

This man is really fighting, fully interpreting the saying that minor injuries can't leave the line of fire.

It's just that Zhang Twelve was a little puzzled. Isn't this a brothel? A group of big men don't look for women. What the hell is watching two big men fight?

Moreover, the two men ran into the brothel to fight, did they go crazy?

"Mu, the person you're looking for is an embroidered pillow, right? Hahaha..."

Sitting under the platform was a slightly rough-looking man who was looking at the young man sitting on the opposite side of the platform with a sneer and shouted, the young man got angry when he heard that, stood up and shouted to the stage: " What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

Hearing this, the man with the injured arm clenched his sword with the other hand, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the man opposite...

He knew the gap between himself and the man opposite, after this blow, he was afraid that he would never see the sun again the next day, but the master's order could not be disobeyed, who made him the master?

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