A few days later, Suzhou, Luoyueqintai, carrying Juque Xiaotien, was in Yaoqin's boudoir, holding her shoulders with her hands, looking at Zhang Lan in front of her with a strange look on her face.

"Are you addicted to women's clothing?"

Xiao Tie complained.

What Zhang Lan wore today is indeed quite exaggerated.

He was wearing a very cumbersome palace dress with more than four layers inside and outside.

This kind of clothing is considered a "dress" of this era. Even the Yaoqin can only be worn on the day of worshiping ancestors.

Whose girl has a problem with her mind and has to wear such complicated formal outfits at home?

But Zhang Lan didn't care at all.

He was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, drawing his eyebrows and putting on his face under the costume of a beauty.

That kind of complacent attitude made the simple Xiao Tie really doubt whether Zhang Lan was a little crazy?

Or is he already have such a weird hobby?

It seems that it is not impossible to see him and those beauties so much that they have beauty to sleep with each other every night, but they are as unmoved as Yoshihiko Yoshi.

"Don't look at me with that look."

While tying his eyebrows carefully, Zhang Lan said casually in a voice that looked like Yaoqin:

"This young master is also making fun of suffering.

Although this piano platform is good, it is also a bit boring. Your elder brother is so happy. If there is no movement, I might as well go back to the Zen temple to recite scriptures."

"Don't worry, your chore is coming to an end."

Xiao Tie looked around and said in a low voice.

“How to say it?”

Zhang Lan's eyebrow pencil was rotated around, and he turned around and looked at Xiao Tie.

The latter pointed out and said to Zhang Lan:

"The rudder of the Heluo Gang branch has been waiting outside the Qintai and has prepared a gorgeous sedan chair for you. I heard that there is a tower boat, Manager Su also specially dispatched Yaoqin's maid to accompany you.

It's so lively, they asked me to invite you to 'go on the way'."

Xiao Tie winked and said:

"But don't be afraid.

Tie Niu and I will accompany you when we have time. My elder brother also specially hired experts to escort along the way. When I was waiting to attract those guys, you would be free.

In addition, Qingqing also sent a letter and asked me to tell you that after the incident in Suzhou, I would go to Luoyang.

Master Jiaozi saw that the monks in White Horse Temple had a profound Buddhist teachings, so he had to stay for a while to comprehend the Buddhist principles. Therefore, your forbidden area was also changed to White Horse Temple."

"That monk is really good at troubleing me!"

Zhang Lan cursed.

This woman's posture, when she scolds others, has a different style.

Xiao Tie glanced at Zhang Lan and whispered:

"You Zhang Lan, this time, are so bold that you took the initiative to take on this matter. This is a life-threatening thing. If you don't do it well, you will be gone.

Is this the sun coming out from the west? Why did you change your temper all of a sudden? Didn’t you care about your life before?"

"Yes, cherish your life."

Zhang Lan picked up the eyebrow pencil again and said while tracing her eyebrows:

"But you should cherish your life and not hide. You should make up your mind, so you should not hesitate.

Then Shen Qiu said he wanted me to be a brother with you, so he would let him see this time. Although I, Zhang Lan, don’t have any adjustments on weekdays, I, as long as I should fight for my life, I am not that cowardly person.”

As he spoke, his body sitting on the chair trembled for a moment. Under Xiao Tie's surprise gaze, a phantom that was exactly the same as Zhang Lan was stripped away by his true energy.

A flash of flicker beside the chair is like a soap bubble, fleeting in a flash.

But Xiao Tie can see clearly.

"This is your ghost magic skill? Are you able to break through the entrance?"

"Yes, I passed the fourth entrance last night."

Zhang Lan was like a zither, picked up the beauty fan at hand and put on a gauze to cover her face.

He posed a fan and said:

"Your big brother is really capable.

After I completed my magic skills, my true qi walked more than ten times faster. I also had the fingering book. I have mastered the basics. Should I give the following skills to me?"

"Hey, for you."

Xiao Tie took out the complete book of Wanhua Ling Jade Finger from the sword box behind him and threw it to Zhang Lan. The latter took it in his hand and looked it through.

"I joked with my elder brother that day that day that if you, Zhang Lan, can really be with my brothers, these martial arts secret books will be cheaper for you."

Xiao Tie smiled and said:

"I made my promise that day. It should be yours, but I really can't escape."

The young man Xihua pursed his lips. He looked at the paper in his hand, put it in his hand and patted it, saying:

"This kind of fingering is indeed a top-notch martial arts, full of fairy spirit, elegant and elegant in his practice. This young master likes it very much.

But this trip, I don’t know what to meet the enemy. Judging from Chen Qiu’s meaning, there are probably other people from the Demon Sect participating in Luoyang.

You are not afraid, Chen Qiu's plan is not intimate, so I will die in a confused way?"

"Why be afraid?"

Xiao Tie snorted and said confidently:

"Since my brother has a certain plan, it must have been arranged. I will be the only one who is dead."

"You believe him without reservation."

Zhang Lan glanced at Xiao Tie with a "very charming" and said:

"What if something happens? You don't have a backup plan?"

"Brother and I have even fought against the Tianlist!"

Xiao Tie clenched his fists and said:

"Now, this is just a small scene. My brother said there is no problem, then there must be no problem!"

"I really doubt that Chen Qiu gave you some ecstasy soup?"

Zhang Lan sneered, but stopped asking questions. He looked at the booklet in his hand, thought for a while, and said:

"You and your elder brother keep their promises, and are loyal people, and they are quite trustworthy. I, Zhang Lan, have made friends with you friends!"

"I'll consider you a friend, but you just don't think too much in the future."

Xiao Tie waved his hand, the two chatted for a few words, and then talked about some key arrangements. Xiao Tie said goodbye and left.

In the afternoon of that day, under the escort of the elite boxer of the Heluo Gang, a carriage with exquisite decoration set off from the piano platform and, under the escort of the Manager Su personally, went to the Suzhou Wharf.

The convoy did not go to Suzhou City, but took a small road by Taihu Lake, which was very low-key all the way.

On the dock, there were also ships from the Heluo Gang waiting. There was a three-story boat prepared for the "Yaoqin" girl. There were four merchant ships from the Heluo Gang in front and behind.

Defensive and extremely high specifications.

When the ship set sail, the sound of silk and bamboo spreads from the tower ship. As the wind blows on the Yangtze River, you can still see figures in the tower ship back and forth.

But the road from Suzhou to Badu was very peaceful.

The imagined interception did not appear.

Could it be that the master of the Holy Fire Sect, did he give up?

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"Suzhou Yaoqin is coming to Luoyang. After the war outside Luoyang City that day, the Heluo Gang took the initiative to invite him.

The fleet was closely guarded, as if it had passed the Badu.

In two days, we will arrive in Luoyang.”

In the Central Plains, near Jincheng, in the Northern Dynasty garrison camp, a black-clad guard was sharing news to several people in front of him.

Judging from the patterns of the black robe on his body and the mask on his face, this man was a senior manager of the Black-Clothed Guard, and perhaps the commander of the Black-Clothed Guard near Shanxi.

In front of him, seven or eight people were made in the huge tent.

The five-way guardian of the Holy Fire Sect with temperament, the Five Elements Sect dressed in the Jianghu Assassin, two poisoners with Tibetan characteristics, and the Tongwu Sect master with cold air.

Finally, he had a short figure, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and was holding a wine gourd, Yang Beihan, who was slightly drunk, and the worry-free standing beside him.

Good guy, these are basically all seven sects of the Demon Sect.
To be continued...