Qian Yiqun got out of the sedan chair, pretended to shake off the fan, and smiled and said, "My mother in labor is welcomed by her, and the young student is uneasy."

Xu Fo said coquettishly, "Young Master, don't want to tease me. Please speak inside."

Qian Yiqun then looked at the famous Suzhou Golden Cave. At first glance, it was no different from ordinary houses. It was a rectangular front yard that was not big or small. There was a carved and painted hanging under the lintel. The front hall was in the middle, with the big words "Yubin Hall" hanging. Bypassing the Yubin Hall was the main hall of the main courtyard, and magnolia trees were planted around it. The yard was paved with bluestone, with crosses and moon gates on both sides, leading to the other courtyard.

Xu Fo led Qian Yiqun into the main hall. At first glance, he saw Shen Zhou's "High Map of Mount Lu" hanging in the middle hall, and the walls around him were also covered with calligraphy and paintings. At first glance, he glanced at him with a very fragrant smell of books, but he felt a little more visible.

When Qian Yiqun looked up, he saw that the Tangban was "Quxiatang". He was a little puzzled for a moment, but he had no idea. Looking at the layout of the main hall, there was a narrow and long case under the Tangban. On the left and right, there was a pair of plain blue and white plum vases on the left and right. There was a wooden rack in the middle, and a yellow-green glass Ruyi was placed on the rack.

On both sides of the case are two red sandalwood round-back Taishi chairs, showing that the owner's family is very rich and noble. Two rows of chicken-winged wooden official hat chairs are spread left and right, and the main hall is divided into three pieces.

Qian Yiqun saw a door on the left and right corners of the main hall leading to the backyard, and there were ear rooms connected to the round doors on both sides, covering them with calligraphy and painting screens. He thought to himself: This brothel is really not to be underestimated, and is probably even more generous than many officials.

Now a beautiful little maid has served tea and cleansed her hands. Qian Yiqun saw that the maid is only eleven or twelve years old and is dressed up quite maturely, and she really feels indescribable about the late Ming style.

"My junior sister is in the backyard to teach her disciples. She will have to wait a moment before she can come out to see the young master. Please forgive me." Xu Fo sat with her and explained leisurely.

Qian Yiqun didn't care much about etiquette, nor did he behave like an ordinary scholar, and did not treat prostitutes as human beings. He drank a sip of tea, ate a piece of refreshment, and said, "Is Mama Xu's junior sister from the same lineage as her mother?"

"She is another lineage." Xu's mother said, "I Yi Yinglou's ancestor was Gongsun, the famous aunt in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. She was named You. At that time, she accepted seven disciples, and they all received the true teachings. People at that time called Qixiu. The disciple left by Qixiu was the seventh lineage of Yi Yinglou."

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: You have already said this.

"Because the ancestors and Qixiu masters both registered in the teaching hall, the rule of Yiyinglou is to not accept male disciples or good children. Only select girls with excellent looks and good qualifications among the actors and prostitutes." Xu Fodao, "So we are always bullied, and now the young master knows the embarrassment."

Qian Yiqun was about to speak when a fragrance blew his nose and the sound of soft embroidered shoes slapped the bluestones in his ears.

"Sister sister, how can you belittle yourself in front of outsiders?" The authentic Gusu soft words were spit out in her mouth, but there was no trace of charm, leaving only a strong heroic spirit. It is incredible to be able to express the sweet and glutinous Su Bai's effect.

Qian Yiqun looked up and saw a young woman in her twenties with a clean face without makeup, wearing a long white heavy gauze dress, a light blue embroidered robe. She held a three-foot sword in her hand and was carrying it on her back, showing her heroic spirit and was stepping into the door from the backyard.

"This is my junior sister, whose surname is Li and whose name is Zhenli," Xu Fo stood up to introduce, secretly gave a wink at the junior sister, and said, "This is Qian Jiuyi, the young master I told you."

Li Zhenli looked at Qian Yiqun and said with a blessed blessing: "Mr. Qian is lucky."

"Hello Mom Li." Qian Yiqun saw Li Zhenli and Xu Fo standing together, which was just two extremes. Xu Fo was extremely charming, and even if he stood still, he revealed a strong charm between him. Her junior sister was full of heroic spirit, just like a sword without a scabbard, without any implicitness, and she was exposed.

Qian Yiqun only had two words flashing through his mind: Female hero.

It turns out that Qu Xiatang is the hero in Qu.

"My senior sister said you are the best junior veteran in Wu, why are you not as handsome as a junior?" Li Zhenli sat openly on the chair of the master seat, looking up and down at Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun touched her nose and said to herself: She speaks so straightforwardly, and I don’t know how she does business on weekdays.

Seeing Qian Yiqun’s embarrassment, Xu Fo hurriedly stopped the conversation and laughed before speaking, as if he had heard a very funny joke. She said, “Isn’t junior sister still there to do anything behind? Go and do it, don’t offend the guest I invited here.”

Li Zhenli was so happy that she got up and was about to leave. After walking two steps, she stopped again: "Did you bring the Xihe Sword? Show me."

"No." Qian Yiqun raised his eyebrows and was also very happy.

"Stingy." Li Zhenli turned around and walked behind, leaving a fragrance.

Xu Fo stepped forward and said, "This is how my sister is. I don't know how many people I offended. Please forgive me, my son."

"It's okay, I'm a terrible person." Qian Yiqun was a man for two years and had no desire for fame and fortune. The least feared was shame, so he didn't agree. He asked, "Is she the same thing in normal times? Isn't she afraid of smashing her sign?"

"It's strange. Although she is so dissatisfied, there are still wealthy businessmen who are willing to come here to get angry with her. They are willing to buy her a cold face." Xu Fo chuckled, "She likes to interact with people in the world, and she is not jealous. Whether it is a peddler or a famous monk, she has friends."

When Qian Yiqun heard the four words "famous monks and great masters", he remembered his own way of defeating Kuchen and defending himself, and couldn't help but smile. There was nothing he could do about this. It was like this in the late Ming Dynasty. Old monks visited prostitutes and famous prostitutes worshipped Buddhas.

"It's someone like this." Qian Yiqun echoed and said to himself: It turns out that there are bitches in every dynasty and every generation. Although Li Zhenli is beautiful, she won't hold her like this, right?

"But if you have been with her for a long time, it will be difficult for you to hate her." Xu Fo laughed.

"I still like Mama Xu." Qian Yiqun blurted out.

Xu Fo kept giggling and said, "Young Master is just a joke. Have you ever seen the world if I bully me?"

Qian Yiqun also laughed and said, "My mother Xu summoned me so early, but is there anything wrong?"

"It was for "Sword Qi Huoluo". "Xu Fo finally finished his opening remarks and said, "I saw the young master wearing the Xihe sword, and I think I want to give it a try with my sisters."

"Well, I can't refuse this, but this sword cannot be out of my sight. If there is a mistake, I cannot explain it to my master." Qian Yiqun untied the sword and held it with both hands.

Xu Fo quickly agreed and called Li Zhenli out.

When Li Zhenli came out again, she had already changed into a crescent-white wool sack and the sword was also put into the scabbard. When she saw Xu Fo holding Qian Yiqun's sword in her hand, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said carelessly: "So you like my senior sister."

Qian Yiqun didn't argue, sat on the official hat chair and drank tea leisurely, just staring at Xu Fo, seeing how she figured out the secret of "The Sword and Artifact Huntuo".

"You go and keep the door." Li Zhenli said to the disciple behind her, and then turned to Xu Fodao, "Sister Sister, let's start."

A group of beauties surrounded the entire main hall and grabbed the entrance and exit, as if they were closing the door and beating a dog to steal Qian Yiqun's treasure.

Qian Yiqun saw Xu Fo and Li Zhenli holding the Xihe Sword, watching with all his attention, and whispering from time to time, and couldn't help but feel funny. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he simply stood up and walked to the central hall to appreciate the "High Picture of Mount Lu".

In this painting, the mountains are stacked, the plants are lush and the momentum is magnificent. Especially the main peak of Mount Lu above the waterfall is towering, with clouds and mist floating, and the mountains are gradually rising and rising, attracting people to enter the country. Qian Yiqun had a lot of opportunities to appreciate famous works in his previous life, but he was devoted to reading textbooks to handle exams and never thought about it. Now if you want to take a look at famous masterpieces, you can only say that they are hard to come by, but you can read them patiently.

He read for a while, then read the poem above carefully and thought to himself: It turns out that "Lushan High Map" was a birthday gift from Shen Zhou to his teacher, and the one hanging here is probably a fake. However, this fake is also quite good, I don't know if it was a copy of a famous Wuxia artist.

Qian Yiqun walked to the screen of the moon gate of the ear room to the east and saw a long piece of cursive script written on it. He walked over, gently pounced on the fan, and read it carefully. After a long time, he recognized that it was Du Fu's "Sword Arts".

This book imitates the style of the cursive saint Zhang Xu, flowing in the flowing water, and its ups and downs. The strokes are like a wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the difference is reversed. Although it is difficult to recognize, it is very interesting.

The bookmaker has no signature, but Qian Yiqun can see that it is not written by ordinary people.

"This is……"

Qian Yiqun's eyes suddenly blurred, as if the words on the paper had come alive. Straws of ink traces were like wandering fish and snakes, shuttled and detoured, very dynamic. As he picked up, his sharpness appeared, and the paper suddenly became full of vitality and was full of vitality.

"This is the original work of Zhuzhishan." A gentle voice sounded in Qian Yiqun's ears.

Qian Yiqun said oh, with only the ink traces wandering in his eyes, and praised repeatedly: "No wonder, no wonder, the number one in the Ming Dynasty, deserves its reputation."

"That was a gift from Taoist Zhishan to my grandmother-in-law. Please don't get dirty carefully!" Li Zhenli heard the two of them talking and looked up, but saw that Qian Yiqun's nose was about to be put on the paper, and she hurriedly shouted loudly.

Xu Fo frowned slightly, glanced at him and returned to the Xihe Sword.

Qian Yiqun was unaware of it. While watching, he also used his fingers to write and draw in the air. From time to time, he would turn two turns and roll two times.

Yang Ai stood beside Qian Yiqun and smiled in her heart: "It turns out that Mr. Qian is still a bookworm. When she sees this top-quality cursive script, her eyes will fall. No wonder she doesn't even hear my voice." After laughing, she was a little disappointed.

Qian Yiqun stared at Zhu Zhishan's words, but he heard what others said. After reading them one by one, he couldn't help but read them again. Finally, he took a step back and breathed out a breath. After he read them reluctantly, he found a beautiful woman in a light and elegant skirt standing beside him.

"Miss Ai Ai, why are you here?" Qian Yiqun asked casually.

Yang Ai covered her mouth and smiled, "I came on the same boat with the young master yesterday. Have you forgotten?"

Qian Yiqun touched his nose gently and smiled, "I was stupid for a moment."

Yang Ai heard his sisters say: Even the man who was reborn in Wenquxing would be as stupid as a cow when he saw his beloved woman. He also heard Qian Yiqun say that he was stupid, and the girlish feelings could not help but secretly associate, and a red cloud quietly rose on his face.

Qian Yiqun returned to the chair and sat down to find that his back was sweating and he was pressed against his body.

Yang Ai followed him, took out a porcelain pot and added water to Qian Yiqun, took out his own scarf and handed it on: "Young Master, please wipe your sweat."

"Thank you." Qian Yiqun took the scarf and felt that a refreshing fragrance was even more refreshing than before.

"It smells so good, what spices are used?" Qian Yiqun felt a little too frivolous after asking, and hurriedly said, "I promised to buy some rouge incense for my sister. I don't know what to buy."

Yang Ai's face was even more flushed. How could this handkerchief scarf that he used casually on weekdays be so particular about using good fragrance to smoke? It was just because he had just finished practicing sword dance and sweated and his body fragrance was attached to the scarf.

"On this Changmen Street, there is a gouache shop called 'Yueshanghua'. If you buy it, the lady will definitely be happy." Yang Ai said.

Qian Yiqun was about to thank him, but he heard Li Zhenli shouting: "If you two want to be kind to me, go to the flower hall, other courtyard, water pavilion... anywhere, don't quarrel here."

Now everyone in the courtyard is dragging their families to join the uncle, and they are not their own relatives, so they can't help feeling uneasy about relying on others. When Yang Ai was told by the uncle, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Qian Yiqun didn't say much, he pinched his fingers and compared his sword, and made a slight effort on the Xihe sword.

Xu Fo was drafting the words in his belly, trying to smooth things over, but he felt that the Xihe sword was about to jump out of his hand. When he saw that Qian Yiqun had already pinched the sword, he sighed in his heart and let go of his hand.

Where could Li Zhenli let go? She was about to reach out and grab it, but the Xihe sword was swift, and a sword light radiated from the sword body, which scared her to froze halfway and dared not to catch it.

"Miss Ai Ai, let's go to the flower hall." Qian Yiqun's face had a habitual smile, which made Yang Ai's heart quite warm.

"I'll tell you the secret of "Sword Artifact Huntuo"."

Qian Yiqun's smile showed a prank.

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