"Hey, where is the person?"
When Yang Fan opened his eyes, he found that Han Qianyun was nowhere to be found, and what happened just now was like a clear dream.
If he hadn't been convinced that he had obtained the fragments of the Mahayana Pass and that the realm of Taoism had been improved, I'm afraid even he would have doubted himself.
"Tsk, tsk, but a Taoist nun at the level of a young woman is indeed moist!"
Yang Fan smashed his mouth, quite fond of it.
Han Qianyun stole the chicken but lost the rice. After receiving such a lesson, Yang Fan would naturally not sympathize with her.
It’s your own fault, who’s to blame?
However, the other party's departure still made Yang Fan quite regretful.
If you can keep the other party by your side, at least your safety in Chunxi Town will be guaranteed. After all, this is a Taoist master!
Dangdang thugs are also qualified.
What's more, he works as a thug during the day and as a hand beater at night.
It's exciting just thinking about it.
Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now, everyone has run away.
The regrets in Yang Fan's heart are regrets, but he can't let go of cultivation. After getting the cultivation method of the physical Buddha, if he doesn't try it, how can he be worthy of the old monk's gift?
But when he was trying to practice the physical Buddha, in a courtyard in Chunxi Town, the old monk with his original appearance suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
Just now, the three golden lotuses unexpectedly lost contact with him!
This made him suddenly suspicious.
"Is it possible that some old guy from the Taoist sect is here too?"
Chunxi Town has always been the private area of Fahua Temple. It was just that the beautiful young Taoist nun was knocked down by him. Who would have thought of doing something secretly? Now the mark of the soul in the golden lotus has been lost!
"Could it be that you're playing a fairy dance for me, Lord Buddha?"
The old monk's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.
When he was the only one who plotted against others, how could he let others plot against him and lose a soul mark!
By the way, there is also a female Bodhisattva!
Obviously, he had already regarded Han Qianyun as his own. The cooked duck not only flew away, but not even a hair was left for him!
"Okay, okay, don't let Buddha see you a second time!"
The old monk's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and several of the rosary beads in his hand were crushed into pieces and turned into powder and fell to the ground.
At this time, the two young girls beside him came closer again.
"Lord Buddha, why did you stop?"
"That is to say, we are still waiting for you to take us to the Paradise!"
The murderous intention on the old monk's face disappeared, and he was replaced by a look of compassion and said: "Two little hooves, Lord Buddha, I must give you a good life today!"
With two cooing sounds, the room fell into darkness again.
Two bald monks on the left and right at the door looked at each other, swallowed hard, and showed envy on their faces.
The next day, it was bright.
The entire Chunxi Town became lively again. Two brothers, Chen Zhe and Chen Jing, were sitting at a wonton stall eating, with black and blue bags under their eyes.
Obviously, the hard work last night really consumed too much energy.
Uncle Han did not sit at the same table with them, but sat at the table next to them, and also ordered a bowl of wontons and pickles to eat.
He drank very carefully, as if he was facing the best food in the world.
After eating, he looked at his two young masters and then at the bustling street, showing a satisfied smile.
The days seemed to go slowly but in reality it was the fourth day of October in a blink of an eye.
This morning, the streets seemed to be full of people.
The gongs and drums were noisy, firecrackers were blasting, and red lanterns were picked out and red carpets were rolled out in each brothel's elegant houses and houses, which was as lively as the Chinese New Year.
The fourth day of October!
Oiran competition!
Officially begin!
Tonight, three courtesans from Chunxi Town will be selected, and they will have the opportunity to participate as good women in the Buddha's birthday at Fahua Temple tomorrow!
"Let's go, brother, let's go and give a compliment to that sword fairy!"
Chen Zhe, who had been working hard day and night, pulled up Chen Jing, who had also worked hard for several days. The two of them got into the crowd and rushed to Fengyue Tower.
They completely forgot that Han Bo reminded them that Fengyue Tower was related to Dongchang.
Uncle Han looked at the backs of the two of them, with a fond and helpless smile on his face, and followed them like a diligent old servant.
Fengyue Tower, top floor.
"Oh, my little ancestor, why haven't you dressed up yet?"
Hong Ma rushed into Yang Fan's room and immediately saw him leaning against the window, holding a fan in his hand and looking at the bustling crowd outside.
"Today is the day of the Oiran Competition. It would be bad if we delay the event."
Hong Ma was almost going crazy with anxiety.
"The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is."
Yang Fan almost said such a sentence, but after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong and took it back abruptly.
However, seeing the eager look on Hong Ma's face, he had no choice but to get up.
Snap.
The fan originally placed by the window fell down, and when he heard an "ouch" sound coming from below, Yang Fan looked down the window.
What a coincidence.
Chen Zhe and Chen Jing!
The two brothers are here again!
At this time, Chen Zhe held a fan in his hand and fanned it twice. It seemed that the fan was carrying a faint fragrance, which made him look excited.
Seeing that he was about to speak, Yang Fan closed the window with a bang.
"..."
Chen Zhe opened his mouth, words stuck in his throat.
Chen Jing couldn't help but want to laugh and said: "Third brother, you are so rude! Talking through the window is so indecent! Let's go in first and talk."
Chen Zhe nodded, thinking about it.
The fairy dropped the fan, it was clear that the fairy did it intentionally. As for closing the window deliberately, it was probably to avoid suspicion!
Yes, that’s it!
The more Chen Zhe thought about it, the more excited he became. He almost fast-forwarded the story to how many children he would have in the future, what would be his name, and which school the children would attend in the future.
After entering the building, Yang Fan walked out not long after, wearing a fairy costume as white as snow, like a fairy from the Moon Palace who had been banished to nine heavens.
Everyone present held their breath for fear of disturbing her.
"Crash."
The rich young man was so excited that before Yang Fan could say anything, he threw out a handful of gold leaves and shouted: "Congratulations to Fairy Moon in advance, Xiaosheng is from Jiangnan Road..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the same handful of gold leaves and silver notes thrown onto the stage.
"I am Shen Wanlou..."
"I am Jiang Jiucheng..."
All the wealthy businessmen and wealthy people started spreading money in unison.
Of course, some did it spontaneously, and some were arranged by Tao Ying, just to get the upper hand. This was exactly the case, and the atmosphere in Fengyue Tower was completely detonated for a while!
A wealthy businessman took the lead in giving money, and the students and young masters below also started to throw money. Naturally, the people watching also followed suit. For a while, the atmosphere almost reached its peak!
In just a short period of time, the money dropped was thirty thousand taels, which was enough to get out of the building!
"Is this an official debut?"
Yang Fan was muttering in his heart, because according to the rules, only if his supporters paid enough money, he could be qualified to leave the building and compete for the oiran outside!
There is no real money in the Oiran Competition, so don't even think about it.
Hong Ma followed Yang Fan out and secretly gave the boy at the door a look. The boy immediately understood and shouted loudly, with a loud voice, like thunder, shaking all directions!
"Feng Yue Tower, Yang Yuexian!"
"Officially out of the building!"
"Today, under the moonlight, I ascended to the immortal realm and danced with swords for nine days! Let me ask, who else should I take the position of oiran instead of her?"
Yang Fan was speechless for a while, and then he had a thought, did he buy a ticket to advance?
It seems that drafts have been like this since ancient times.
There are so many fakes!
I don’t know if calling a beauty who comes out every few thousand years will work. Of course, there is a high probability that it can only deceive laymen. Beauty and talent are not the standard at all, money is.
Looking at the silver, Yang Fan swallowed hard.
