Chapter 681： coachman

"Why is this so embarrassing?" The old coachman showed his toothache with a smile, he tightly held the piece of gold in his hand, and bowed to Zhang Shiping repeatedly with his fists in his hands.

Zhang Shiping glanced at him, then looked away, and strode into the mansion with the respectful welcome of the servant in front of the door.

Once inside, there is a graceful woman in Tsing Yi holding a semi-circular beauty fan walking slowly, and behind her are four strong women with big arms and round waists, who carry a luxurious soft couch on their shoulders .

"I didn't know that the distinguished guest came to the door, and I was far away from welcoming him. Ping'er apologized to the uncle." The woman in Tsing Yi who claimed to be Ping'er came to Zhang Shiping, made a blessing, and showed her graceful figure.

"You misunderstood the person, this is the first time for Mr. Zhang to come to your Nixuan Pavilion." Zhang Shiping said unhurriedly.

"I'm not mistaken. You are a master monk, so you are a distinguished guest." Ping'er said with a smile, shaking the fan in her hand.

After Zhang Shiping heard this, he was a little surprised, the woman in Tsing Yi in front of him, or the dozens of women and servants around him were just ordinary people with no magic power, how could he be so sure that he was a monk? Could it be that in this stronghold of Xuanyuanzong, there are still monks whose soul is far superior to his, so that the other party can prepare a soft couch to greet him before he enters the door?

On the other side, seeing Zhang Shiping's silence, Na Ping'er immediately took out a few beads the size of soybeans from the sachet on her waist, and these small beads immediately turned into a few gold and silver worms in her palm.

"I'm afraid this master is not from the vicinity of our Huayuan City. You see, this is a special product of our place, called Ying Chong. This bug can sense whether there are monks tens of meters away. Sir, you were at the door just now. The thing, the bug reacted, you came in before we went out to greet you." Ping'er quickly explained.

"There are such strange insects, which opened my eyes. Then what is my cultivation level, can this insect sense it?" Zhang Shiping's eyes flashed a strange color, but he hadn't sensed from those few insects. There is even the slightest aura, but this thing can detect his arrival first, which is really strange.

"I can't do this, but look at the reactions of these insects." Ping'er spread her hands and said crisply.

Zhang Shiping saw that these gold and silver insects had curled up at this moment, and half of them had lost any vitality. The aura comes.

Sure enough, the remaining two insects slowed down after they didn't feel the spiritual energy fluctuations on Zhang Shiping's body.

It seems that Ying Chong's reaction, Ping'er looked at Zhang Shiping with crooked eyebrows, and said flatteringly: "Master has good eyesight, and he can see Ying Chong's flaws at a glance. This bug can only be found in our Huayuan City. Survival in a place where the aura is thin, but once you reach a place where the aura is slightly stronger, you will be poisoned, and you will die in a short time. Why don't you come to the soft couch first, sir, if you have any questions, Ping'er will talk to you along the way Say."

The four strong women had already put the soft couch on their shoulders on the ground, and waited quietly by the side.

Zhang Shiping also did as the Romans did, he sat on the soft couch and leaned against the brocade cushion behind him.

Na Ping'er also got on the couch, sat sideways, gently lifted Zhang Shiping's calf, put it on her thigh, and tapped lightly.

And the four women immediately lifted the soft couch and walked towards the courtyard.

The steps taken by the four of them seemed to be measured in advance, the distance taken by each step was almost exactly the same, and the rhythm of the steps was also consistent, making the soft couch on the shoulders like a boat sailing in still water, and Zhang Shiping on the couch did not feel it. The slightest jolt.

"I don't know whether the uncle likes to be lively or quiet. Today, there are literati and inkmen in Fanghua Small Courtyard who are meeting friends through literature. Is Miss Xianmei playing music there?" Ping'er asked softly.

"No need, Mrs. Fan is here, let's go to her." Zhang Shiping said.

Mrs. Fan of this Nixuan Pavilion is the head of this place, and if it is harsh, she is the old bustard here, and she is the one who brought back the news that Cui Xiaofeng has a lion demon.

However, it has been a long time since the news, and I don’t know if someone else got it first. Zhang Shiping wants to confirm again. It would be best if there is any latest news. Searching, after all, is not a wise move.

Since Huayuan City is only two hundred miles away from the foot of Cui Xiaofeng Mountain, it can be regarded as a side trip, so Zhang Shiping naturally wants to come here first.

It's not that there are no Jindan real people in Nanzhou, because the boat capsized in the gutter because of such a seemingly insignificant matter.

"This..." Ping'er's face was a little hesitant.

"It's in the past." Zhang Shiping said flatly, but in Ping'er's ears, there was an unquestionable tone.

Ping'er understood that the people beside her were not those ordinary people in the city, and she also knew what kind of existence a monk was. Hearing that Zhang Shiping seemed a little unhappy, she immediately ordered the woman carrying the couch: "Go to Fangfei Xiaoxie .”

Then she whispered to Zhang Shiping: "The madam is usually there at this time, but can the uncle ask Ping'er to send someone to inform, so that if the madam happens to go to another place, it is not good to keep the uncle waiting for a long time." .”

"Go." Zhang Shiping said.

Then Ping'er immediately beckoned to call the servants who followed behind her, and gave the matter loudly instructions.

After half a cup of tea, the four women walked on the soft couch and came to a small courtyard surrounded by water on three sides. In front of the courtyard stood a graceful and elegant beautiful woman. When she saw Zhang Shiping , and walked forward quickly.

"Shiyun pays respects to senior." Mrs. Fan stepped forward and saluted.

"Get up." Zhang Shiping said, he got down from the soft couch, and spoke to his spiritual consciousness again.

Mrs. Fan took a closer look at Zhang Shiping after hearing this, and suddenly remembered something, she immediately ordered Na Ping'er to lead the women and servants away, and she led Zhang Shiping to the pavilion.

Except for the two of them, there is no one else in this pavilion.

"Disciple Fan Shiyun paid a visit to Elder Zhang, please forgive me for offending, I wonder if the elder has a token?" Mrs. Fan said respectfully, and she took out half a jade yuan from her bosom.

"It should be like this." Zhang Shiping nodded in response.

With a wave of his sleeves, he cast a magic power shield to cover the two of them, and then he took out the Xuanyuanzong elder's token with his hands, and with a little bit of magic power, a ray of spiritual light was emitted from the token, transforming It looks like a half piece of jade yuan, and the size matches it, but the patterns on the two pieces of jade yuan have nothing in common.

But when Mrs. Fan saw it, the worry deep in her eyes disappeared.

"The news that there is a lion demon in Xiaocui Peak was sent back from you, is there any new news now, has this demon been beheaded by others?" Zhang Shiping took back the elder's token and asked slowly road.

"This news happened two years ago, and I haven't heard any new news now. However, last month, a disciple of the Sanren of Yuhu came to my Nixuan Pavilion for fun. This person inadvertently I mentioned that the monks from Yuhu Sanren and Shuiyueyuan went to Xiaocui Peak, but I don't know if they did it because of the lion demon?" Mrs. Fan thought about it for a while, and said with certainty.

"Sanren from Yuhu Lake?" Zhang Shiping asked?

"This person should be a Jindan Daoist, who was born as a casual cultivator. His disciple was lustful and flamboyant. After drinking a few glasses of water and wine, he started bragging to the girl. He vomited it all by himself without saying anything. The two masters and apprentices I only came here years ago, and I also heard that there are lions haunting Xiaocui Peak, so I stayed here." Madam Fan laughed.

"What do the Yuhu Sanren and his disciples look like?" Zhang Shiping asked.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Fan immediately took out a photo stone and pushed it out, revealing a fair-looking young man in his twenties. In the image, this young man's face is full of obscenity, and his behavior is frivolous at first glance. generation.

"This is that disciple. As for the appearance of Yuhu Loose Cultivator, I don't have it here." Mrs. Fan said.

Zhang Shiping looked at the young man with a look of thought in his eyes.

After a while, he didn't know what to think, and took the photo stone in Mrs. Fan's hand, with a smile on his face.

"Apart from this matter, is there anything else? Is that disciple still here?" Zhang Shiping asked, and now here is a piece of valuable news from Mrs. Fan.

"He comes here to Nixuan Pavilion every five or six days to have fun. Unfortunately, he just came here the day before yesterday, and it should take a few more days now." Madam Fan said.

Zhang Shiping nodded, flipped his hands and took out a bottle of yellow bud pill, and gave it to Mrs. Fan as a reward, then turned and left.

With a light step, he was more than ten feet away, and then his figure gradually disappeared until he was about to show his real body when he was approaching the gate of the Great Nixuan Pavilion, and then walked out.

It's just that when he went out, before he took a few steps, he heard someone shouting: "Master, why did you come out so quickly, didn't you find a girl you like?"

Zhang Shiping stopped, turned around and saw that the one who called him was the old driver who was driving before.

"Have you picked up other guests yet?" Zhang Shiping asked with a smile.

"There are customers, but today I met the master who was generous and earned enough to pay for my car for several years. I wanted to rest for a few days, so I didn't pick up any more passengers. Where else would the master want to go, why not take a taxi?" For the little old man’s carriage, there is no need to look for other carriages, and it saves money.” The old coachman bowed and said with a smile.

"Okay." Zhang Shiping nodded and said.

Hearing this, the old coachman ran back immediately, untied the reins tied to the horse post, trotted the carriage to Zhang Shiping, took off the small bench on the carriage, wiped it with his sleeve, and wiped it again. Then Zhang Shiping was invited to board the car.

The coachman also got into the chariot, raised his whip lightly, and the chariot began to roll forward. He asked slowly, "Where is the master going?"

"Are you familiar with this place? How about a good place to have fun?" Zhang Shiping said unhurriedly.

"Is there any place in this city that can compare to Nixuan Pavilion for fun? If the master doesn't even like the girls there, there probably won't be any place in the city." The old coachman replied.

Then he seemed to recall something, and said: "However, there is a mantou nunnery outside the city. The nuns in the nunnery are so beautiful. The steamed buns they make are big and white, and they are delicious. The old men in the city often eat them too." Go there to worship and fulfill your vows. The master wants to go and have a look. I heard that it is not a good taste? You said that there are many beautiful maidservants in those masters’ homes, and they can’t do anything, but that’s it, they still miss the little nun in that nunnery. Let alone the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, as long as you have free time, go there."

After finishing speaking, the old coachman grinned.

"In that case, let's go over there and have a look." Zhang Shiping also laughed in the carriage.

"Okay." The coachman raised his whip and rushed out of the city.

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More than half an hour later, more than 20 miles away from Huayuan City, a carriage was driving along the official road.

When they arrived at the foot of a small hill, the old driver pulled the reins in his hand, and said to Zhang Shiping who was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, "Master, we've arrived."

Zhang Shiping opened the curtain and got out of the car.

"The Mantou Temple is on the mountain, but it's impossible for a carriage to go up this sloping mountain road." The old coachman pointed to the inside of the mountain, and there was a mountain road rammed with loess in front of them. The poor horse seemed unable to climb up.

The old coachman looked a little embarrassed, and said to Zhang Shiping: "The little old man will lead the way for the master."

As he spoke, he tied the reins of the carriage, and then walked ahead, leading Zhang Shiping along the mountain path.

Zhang Shiping followed behind unhurriedly, the two of them walked for two or three miles, and saw a white wall appearing in front of them.

"It's just ahead." The old coachman turned around and came to Zhang Shiping's side, wiped off a thin layer of sweat from his forehead, and raised his finger to point forward.

Then he saw a few taro plants on the side of the road ran a few steps quickly, broke off a leaf, came to Zhang Shiping's side and fanned him lightly.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhang Shiping's mouth, he didn't know whether he was satisfied with the old coachman's compliments, or because he saw that the nunnery was in front of him, and he could eat those big white steamed buns.

The old coachman grinned and shouted along with the sound, his hands kept moving, and he started to fan the taro leaves, and the wind whistled.

When the two were about to reach the gate of the nunnery, Zhang Shiping suddenly stopped, turned to the old driver and said, "Just wait outside."

"Okay." The old coachman seemed to understand what Zhang Shiping meant, and immediately bowed and said with a smile.

Zhang Shiping nodded in satisfaction, with a smile on his lips, and walked a few steps forward.

But suddenly a faint light with extremely hidden aura appeared, shot toward Zhang Shiping's back, and came out through his body.

Zhang Shiping snorted in pain, the old coachman's face was full of gloom at this moment, he opened his mouth again, and shot out a black light from it, which turned into a small inch-long sword, and shot into Zhang Shiping's dantian where.