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People who are used to running on the dock like to rank their seniors, for example, some people are obviously called Ye Dafu, but everyone does not call him Dafu, but Ye Er, and some people are obviously called Zhao Kui, but everyone calls him Zhao Wu.

Ye Er, Zhao Wu, just by hearing the name, you know that they must be very familiar, if there is a little more story that has to be told between them, then this kind of memory of each other will generally be very unforgettable.

The young man did not wait for their reply, turned and went downstairs, his body shook strangely twice, and disappeared into the crowd.

From behind, there were screams of terror from the people, as if they had seen blood and death.

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Ye Bai didn't kill Lu Sheng, he didn't even do anything to him, and after destroying the cave mansion where he lived, he took the little spirit civet through the boundary gate, walked out of the Lianyun Mountain Range, and returned to his hometown Jiangzhou.

Jiangzhou is famous for fish and salt in the Song Dynasty, and even has the reputation of being rich in the world, everywhere you go, it is a prosperous scene, along the street there are all kinds of vendors, fruits, pen and ink, food, storytellers, juggling groups, everything, make people dizzy, linger and forget to return.

When Ye Bai walked on every street in Jiangzhou, he felt a peace in his heart that he had never felt before. More than ten years later, returning to the world, he has a deeper understanding of the difference between immortals and mortals. Although he was still only a small Qi Refining Cultivator, even in this Jiangzhou City, he could feel a few powerful auras that he could not resist. But the growth of his mind, vision, experience, and all aspects made him give birth for the first time, and his sense of control could change everything in a gesture.

Yan Laodao and Zhao Wu were an obsession in his heart for a long time, after killing the two, Ye Bai didn't show much joy or excitement, it turned out that the two of them were just dusting off with a gentle dust, but they were only more than ten years late.

Ye Bai stood on Xiushui Street, eating golden pancakes and fruits, eating large pieces, but his eyes fell on a cloth shop on the left.

The shopkeeper of the fabric shop is a fat man in his thirties, with a lovely smile and exquisite faces, ushering in and sending guests one by one, and taking the time to pour a cup of hot tea for the daughter-in-law with a big belly embroidery next to him, looking loving.

The daughter-in-law did not take the teacup, because she was looking curiously at the young man on the street outside the door, and the man with the sword on his back had been staring at her husband, his eyes were gentle and full of smiles.

The fat shopkeeper saw that his wife was a little distracted, and looked at her gaze, except for the flow of people coming and going, there was nothing special. He muttered, "What are you looking at? ”

The daughter-in-law turned her head, glanced at him, touched her stomach, and said with a smile on her face: "It's nothing, the child just seemed to have kicked me." ”

"Really, I'll listen, I'll listen", the fat shopkeeper was happy!

Qi Laohu in Chunyu Lane was not so happy. His only daughter was sick, very sick, and ran all over the large and small pharmacies in Jiangzhou, and the doctors in the hall just sighed and shook their heads. Qi Laohu's heart was like a knife, and he couldn't wait to smash these quack medicine stores.

scolded the doctor in the hall, Qi Laohu had no choice but to grab a few pairs of medicine to suppress pain, walked out of the pharmacy, and after putting down his daughter, he did not drive home immediately, but squatted on the side of the street, staring at the sky with blank eyes, and something hot was flowing down.

It's hard for you to imagine that this is an eight-foot man now, and the people passing by start pointing at the tiger, and he doesn't care at all, and he ignores everyone.

Of course, you won't see that a man in Tsing Yi got into his carriage, and after a few breaths, he walked out again and disappeared.

"Daddy, what are you doing, Nuan Nuan is hungry and wants to eat rock sugar gourd!" The little girl's soft cotton voice exploded in Qi Laohu's ears.

Qi Laohu was dumbfounded, looking at his daughter who staggered over, still with the appearance of thin feet, and her ruddy face was glowing with a wonderful luster.

The little girl looked at Qi Laohu curiously, her eyes were smart and full of puzzlement.

Qi Laohu pinched himself hard, his heart hurt, he couldn't control it anymore, hugged his daughter, and cried loudly.

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Ye Bai is very happy, really happy, he wanted to be friends when he was a child, and now he is living well, of course, it is a thing to be happy about, although they once alienated themselves when they were most down, but Ye Bai preferred to believe that it was because of his youth and ignorance and fear of official errands.

The people on the street didn't notice this young man who was smiling happily, they still had a lot to do, running for a living, doing business, and even going to the Qinglou to vent, in short, everyone was in a hurry, and in everyone's shijie, only himself was the protagonist.

Ye Bai walked through the streets, and after seeing the alleys, Zuihou came to Dongshi, which is the most prosperous and depraved place in Jiangzhou, with restaurants, brothels, and gambling houses.

Thinking of the turbulent youth, Ye Bai smiled and strolled into the westernmost Yihong Courtyard.

It was the morning, there were no guests in the building, and a few old mother-like subordinates lazily cleaned up the filth left by the previous day.

The old bustard looked Ye Bai up and down a few times, yawned and said, "The guest officer came early, and the girls went to sleep." ”

Ye Bai glanced at her coldly, didn't speak, took out a piece of gold and threw it on the table.

The old bustard immediately had his spirits, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the gold on the table, took a bite, and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is a young man, the little woman has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, she should fight, can the young lady have a good girl? There are a few new young chicks from the north in the building, do you want to taste them?"

"No need, I'll look for Xiaohong!"

"Little Red?" "The old bustard is gone, such a name, in the brothel line, there are not a hundred, but also eighty.

"That little red for fifteen years!" Ye Bai reminded.

Fifteen years ago, she was called Xiaohong, and fifteen years later, she was called Honggu, and the fate of the prostitute was about the same.

Ye Bai refused the bustard's lead, he was too familiar with this place, maybe more familiar than the bustard, when he was eleven years old, he sent silver here without telling his father, but unfortunately the silver was spent on tea and snacks, and no one dared to let such a young child taste the taste of ecstasy.

Ye Bai's steps were very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing a sleeping dream. When I walked to the window, I habitually slipped my index finger on it, and I was about to pierce the window paper.

After doing this disgusting action, Ye Bai smiled, turned his back, leaned on the railing, and looked at the hall downstairs, as if he saw his friends who were young, looking at him smiling evilly, and rolling on the ground happily one by one.

There was a sound of splashing water in the door, Xiaohong was taking a bath, after serving the guests every night, she had to wash herself clean, although she was no longer young now, there were crow's feet in the corners of her eyes that could not be hidden, and her skin was no longer delicate, and there were fewer and fewer guests, but the habits she had developed for more than ten years had not changed.

The thought of promoting narrowness rose in Ye Bai's heart, and his consciousness moved, reaching into the room, and Xiaohong's naked body was immediately presented in front of him.

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In the restaurant across the street, a scribe and a person, staggered and debauched, among them, the middle-aged scribe in his forties looked at Ye Bai standing in front of the little red door from a distance, a lewd smile appeared on his face, playing with taste: "The prostitute who still has charm, the handsome and low-key offspring, is it the work of desire? or is it a marriage destined by God?"

"King Guangling, who are you talking about?", the Taoist asked.

"An interesting little fellow!" said Haha, a middle-aged scribe, with a smile.