Chapter 129 New Opera

“…Chen Qing rented a house along the river and had a very good relationship with the landlord, the old man, who adopted him as his adopted son.”

“I heard that the old man had a heart disease and asthma, which could not be cured for a long time, and he suffered from pain every rainy day.”

“Chen Qing heard the storyteller talk about the Monster Search Record, and heard that the blood of the crocodile monster could cure it, so he asked around where there was a vicious crocodile.”

Luo Li slowly told the story of Chen Qing fighting with the vicious crocodile in Lingjiang, a branch of Luoshui.

It turned out to be related to Shopkeeper He, because whenever Chen Qing had free time, he would go to Zhuangyuan Hall to ask the scholar for advice on how to read.

After a few visits, he became familiar with Shopkeeper He. When he heard that Chen Qing wanted to kill the vicious crocodile, he found the weakness of the vicious crocodile from the original Monster Search Record and what quality weapon was needed to pierce the crocodile armor.

Chen Qing went to Lu's Ironsmith Shop, customized the armor-piercing spike, and fished on the surface of Lingjiang River for more than ten days with livestock viscera.

Finally, the vicious crocodile took the bait, and Chen Qing pierced its armor with one stab, piercing its heart directly.

The ferocious crocodile was dead but not stiff. Chen Qing drifted with it for dozens of miles before dragging it to the shore.

Meow——

Cat Nine's hair stood up when he heard it, and he cried repeatedly: "That guy is too fierce!"

"Not only fierce..."

Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head. He had asked Zhang Cheng about the Mohist monks in Luojing before.

The owner of Lu's blacksmith shop was a great Mohist scholar who was proficient in puppet refining.

Chen Qing was an ordinary man with no money. It was extraordinary to get the weapons of Lu's blacksmith shop.

"Luck, luck, interesting!"

Zhou Yi looked at the changes in Luo Li's luck. There were tiger roars, wolf howls, eagle cries and monkey cries in the golden light.

...

The next morning.

Zhou Yi passed by the Beijing government and saw the new court report.

The regent prince praised the emperor's great uncle and made him the King of Qin. He went to the southern border to supervise the army and suppress the rebellion with General Gongsun.

The onlookers were talking about it. They didn't know who Li Sanwu of the royal family was, but they knew General Gongsun well.

Gongsun Qi was the Supreme Pillar of the State during the previous emperor's time, and Xu Ni was the Dragon Rider General promoted by the current emperor. Most people thought that Xu Ni would be defeated quickly, and a few thought that Xu Ni would hold on for a few years.

"Everyone thinks that the Xu family will be defeated..."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, his figure flashed, and he disappeared.

Monobe.

Zhou Yi came in with a roll of brocade.

"Xiao Chen, I heard that you are good at needlework?"

"You must be good at it!"

Chen Ying smiled: "Brother Zhou, do you want to make new clothes?"

Chen Ying walked lightly, like a crane walking on a turtle's back, with a faint mysterious aura.

The Turtle and Crane Longevity Sutra was only read as an idle book by Emperor Jingtai, and King Yan regarded it as a chicken rib, but it made Chen Ying progress rapidly. He had already completed the physical training and was about to refine the true qi.

"No, you taught me how to make clothes."

A pair of scissors with strange shapes appeared in Zhou Yi's hand, formed by two golden dragons entwined, with heads side by side like scissors and tails mating like thighs.

After killing Ao Xun, he obtained a famous magic weapon, but it was too powerful to be used easily.

More than 20,000 years of magic power were poured into it, and only the golden dragon shears trembled slightly.

The rewards of the demon illustrations include the method of controlling and refining. If you can communicate with the treasure, the magic power required for controlling can be greatly reduced.

Chen Ying didn't understand why, but many big guys have quirks, so you don't need to understand and just do it.

In the afternoon, Zhang Cheng came in with a smile on his face. When he saw Zhou and Chen who were cutting clothes, his eyes were strange and a little restless.

Fortunately, the three of them made an appointment to go to Chunfeng Tower in the evening, which made Zhang Cheng feel relieved.

There was a bustling crowd outside Chunfeng Tower, and a group of guests pointed and talked inside.

A familiar customer saw Zhou Yi and the other two and went up to say hello.

Zhang Cheng said, "I don't have any money to borrow!"

"Brother Zhang, you are joking. We are also royal relatives, so we can still let you pay."

The man said in surprise, "But you came at an unlucky time today. Chunfeng Tower has been booked."

Zhou Yi asked curiously, "Whose prodigal son is this?"

It's not that Chunfeng Tower does not allow bookings, as long as there is enough money and power.

The man whispered, "Brother Zhou would never have thought that they are a group of weird people, including beggars, Taoist priests, monks, and even women."

"Weird people? Old Zhang, I want to see how weird they are!"

Zhang Cheng and his two companions stepped in and saw more than a dozen monks watching the dance of the courtesan.

The Taoist priests were surrounded by women, the monks were feasting, and the beggars were more serious, just picking their feet.

"Unlucky!"

Old Zhang covered his face and turned away.

Zhou Yi also recognized the identities of these weird people. He had seen several of them at the City God's Night Banquet. The old beggar who was oblivious to others was the rumored leader of the Beggars' Gang.

The Beggars' Sect is a famous martial arts sect. Its main business is not begging, but selling rumors and information, and occasionally assassination.

In the next few days, Chunfeng Tower was always booked.

Ordinary people can't afford to spend money in Chunfeng Tower, and even the rich and powerful have to have a good eye, otherwise a spell will make them live a life worse than death.

Zhou Yi was happy with this. He had quit drinking and no longer stayed overnight in Chunfeng Tower. It was boring to go there.

Half a month passed in a flash. Zhou Yi's tailoring skills improved by leaps and bounds. Combined with the clothing style of his previous life, it even caused a small trend.

The induction with the Golden Dragon Shears has improved a lot, and the magic power can control it to fly.

This day, Zhang Cheng had inquired in advance that no one had booked Chunfeng Tower.

"These old guys don't dare to go to the Dragon Palace to watch the dragon girl dance, and come to delay my life!"

Zhang Cheng leaned in the girl's arms and listened to the courtesan singing on the stage.

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "The Dragon Girl can't dance as well as the Oiran."

Old Zhang said with disdain, "Tsk! What do you know, kid? With the identity of the Dragon Girl, at that station...tsk tsk tsk!"

Chen Ying nodded repeatedly on the side, completely becoming Lao Zhang's second best.

At this time, the madam came over and said flatteringly: "A few days ago, a gentleman sent me a new song. Would you like to listen to it?"

"What track?"

Zhang Cheng only listens to music related to Taizu, and he can't get tired of listening to it for more than a hundred years, which belongs to the level of brain retardation.

The old bustard said: "The song is called Havoc in the Dragon Palace, and the guests have been listening to it in recent days."

"It's fun to make a big fuss in the Dragon Palace! It's fun!"

Zhang Cheng waved his hand, and dozens of silver ingots fell on the stage: "Come and cause trouble in the Dragon Palace!"

The sound of the song changed from generous and passionate to passionate and passionate.

The curtain of the Golden Palace of Fengyang Kingdom is changed, the curtain of the Dragon Palace is raised, and the shrimps, soldiers and crabs will be waving flags and dancing.

Zhou Yi must criticize that this shrimp soldier and crab general is a bit tempting, and the clothes he wears seem to be similar to those he wore a few days ago.

Not seeing the battle-hardened Zhang Cheng, his eyes widened.

"Brother Zhou, I went to Wangyue Tower a few days ago to ask the girls to put on... uniforms, yes, Brother Zhou said they were called uniforms, and the business suddenly boomed several times."

Chen Ying chuckled and said: "Chunfenglou learns very quickly, and he actually introduces new things!"

Zhou Yi said seriously: "These clothes have nothing to do with my money. Don't take me with you in the future!"

The Dragon Lord held a banquet on the stage, and the demon kings from all walks of life congratulated each other in unison, raising their momentum to its peak.

Then the Taoist priest dressed as an oiran fought with the demon king and made the dragon girl dance in a very graceful way. It's a pity that Chunfeng Tower turned a good drama into a pornographic song.

Fortunately, Sanwu went to southern Xinjiang, otherwise the Chunfeng Tower would have been demolished when he saw the oiran's thighs disappearing and appearing.

"Not bad!"

Zhou Yi couldn't help but took the wine glass from the girl and drank it in one gulp.

Zhang Cheng shook his head when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows when he saw Zhou Yi drinking.

"Old Zhou, you broke the precept again..."