What If I Can’t Die?

He thought that the outside world has become more and more chaotic recently, and that the young master will come into contact with some people in the martial arts sooner or later, he pondered for a while and said: "Actually, there are only acquired and innate martial arts. The so-called first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate are just a group of acquired martial artists. It’s just the level of division, which is actually the three small realms of the early, middle and late stages of the day after tomorrow.”

"Tell me in detail? For example, what are the characteristics of first-rate and second-rate masters..."

Song Shi really wanted to know what level his physical fitness was.

"Cough cough."

Dai Dou appeared at the gate of the courtyard again.

Song Shi subconsciously stopped, the path of civil and martial arts for the children of the family has been determined, he is a literary scholar and asked others about the division of martial arts, and if people listen to it, it will easily cause gossip.

Then he came back to his senses, he was a systematic person, why did he care about this?

"What's the matter?"

"Hey, I just got the news that the practice of exorcising evil spirits is temporarily cancelled." Dai Dou was rather embarrassed.

"why?"

Song Shi was puzzled, this guy just walked away.

"Because the mage is dead."

Dai Dou left a word, turned around and left.

He still didn't bother to explain, because this time he didn't know exactly what happened, it was the guy who asked the mage to tell him when he went out just now.

"Hey, aren't those bald donkeys from Jinyuan Temple always very powerful? How did they die?"

Great wisdom came to interest.

Jinyuan Temple is the largest temple in Jinxiu City, it is full of incense, and it has always been a place for dignitaries to worship Buddha.

If you don't have any skills, how can you collect incense in this oozingly rich Splendid City?

"Go and ask."

Song Shi ordered.

He felt that this matter might affect the Song family, and he would not be able to escape even if something happened to him in the Song family.

Half an hour later, Song Shi got the detailed information.

The mage invited from Jinyuan Temple actually drowned in the Jin River!

Just on the way to Song's house!

The Jin River and the Yuan River are two water systems that surround Jinxiu City. The former has a gentle flow, while the latter is quite turbulent. Therefore, the shipping on the Jin River is flourishing.

Jinyuan Temple is located on Jinyuan Island at the confluence of two rivers. It enters the city through the Jinhe River with the most peaceful water flow. Can the boat capsize?

Song Shi instinctively felt something was wrong.

"I hope I'm thinking too much."

Song Shi shook his head, "Since there's nothing else to do, let's go to the Yaoyue Tower."

"Master, most of those girls are resting during the day."

Da Congming didn't want to go out at this time, and he also vaguely sensed that the Song family was in trouble.

He had seen that old concierge many times. He was originally a guard. Although he was old, he was in good health.

He died strangely at the beginning of autumn. If there was no problem, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

What Song Shi is most afraid of now is death, so he doesn't care about any danger.

"You don't know it. They have day shifts and night shifts."

Opening a white jade folding fan, Song Shi had a playful smile on his face: "Let's go, listen to the song and enjoy Xue'er dancing."

He wants to make sure of one thing now.

Is the reason why I exhausted my yang energy at the beginning and got rid of that female ghost, is it also related to my too many invitations to the Yueyue Tower?

If it is relevant, he would like to die so many times, it is definitely better than being strangled to death by a female ghost.

However, is it possible that doing that kind of thing will really consume Yang Qi?

It's not scientific.

Song Shi, who had learned some biological knowledge, expressed his incomprehension.

In a quarter of an hour.

An elegant carriage left through the side door.

As for why go sideways.

Is it possible that things like going to a brothel should be known in an open and aboveboard manner?

Song Shi sat on the soft animal skin, and the cold autumn wind was blocked from the outside of the car, making it impossible for people to feel the arrival of autumn for a while.

Open the curtains, the two rows of ginkgo trees beside the road are golden, and the fallen leaves dye the ground in the same color, which is very emotional.

Some people admire the beauty of autumn like him, while others curse the fallen leaves for affecting business.

Along the way, there is a lot of traffic and a scene of prosperity.

The city is full of gold, which makes Song Shi intoxicated.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Shi came to Hongye Street in the south of the city in a carriage.

This street is named for the many maple trees that are planted with red leaves in autumn. It is a famous romantic place in Splendid City, and there are many high-end consumer places such as restaurants, fabric shops, teahouses, and brothels.

The Yaoyue Tower is located in the Golden Cave. The specially-made Crescent Moon Building is exquisite and elegant, without a sense of profanity. The maid in front of the door is dressed in white and behaves dignifiedly, making people feel like they have come to the Moon Palace.

"Tch, I really know how to pretend."

Every time Da Congming sees these innocent girls, he can't help laughing.

"You rough man, even if you were killed, you wouldn't know it's taste!"

Song Shi curled his lips, pulled his long sleeves, got out of the car with a folding fan in his hand, and walked out swaggeringly.

The maid at the door greeted her gracefully, bowed gracefully, and said softly: "I have met the seventh son of the Song family, I wonder if today is to listen to the music or enjoy the dance?"

"Naturally, it's listening to a dragon, first listening to the music, then watching the dance, and then toasting with the beauties to invite the bright moon."

Song Shi smiled.

"Young master is really talented."

The maid covered her mouth and smiled lightly, turned around and said gracefully: "Young master, please come in."

Song Shi leisurely followed the maid, and slowly walked through the carved gate to the building.

The green smoke filled the air from the purple censer, which made people feel refreshed.

But this time he had a strange feeling, there seemed to be many eyes staring at him faintly.

It's like becoming a prey, being targeted by wolves.

"Why do you feel this way?"

Song Shi glanced left and right in surprise, except for the maid and Da Congming who followed, the place is very deserted, just like the so-called Guanghan Palace, without the bustle of an ordinary brothel.

He remained calm, as if he had returned home, and walked towards the private room comfortably: "Let Xueer come today!"

The maid apologized: "My lord, Miss Xue'er is not feeling well today, so I can't see you for the time being."

Song Shi felt a little regretful.

My body is getting worse day by day, since I met Xueer.

Without looking for this woman, it is difficult to find out what the reason is.

"It's a pity, I don't want Xue'er, you are so smart, you order one today, and I will accompany you."

Da Zhiming was flattered, and smiled awkwardly: "Master, I'd better forget it, I can't stand the beauties here."

Song Shi's eyes were strange, and he said strangely: "I refused you several opportunities, isn't that enough reason? Could it be that you are only interested in men?"

Clever and sweaty, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com hastily shook his head: "No, no, young master, Liu is a martial arts practitioner, and he wants to keep his skills for a few more years, so he can't get close to women for now."

"Order one, and I won't let you go to sleep."

Song Shi Yizheng said: "Life should be emotional, don't just know martial arts all day long."

"It's... okay."

Da Congming rubbed his hands, "Can you let Mei Niang come out to pick up the guests?"

The maid was astonished.

…

When Song Shi was talking with Da Congming, in the private room of Tianzihao in Yaoyuelou.

Sitting cross-legged on a smooth jade bed was a woman carved from beautiful jade.

She was wearing a snow-white silk dress all over her body, her skin was like the purest snow, white and rosy, and her melon-shaped face was exquisite, without a trace of blemish.

The black and beautiful hair hangs down the willow waist, and there is a beaded jadeite hairpin on top of the simple bun.

At this moment, the beads swayed slightly, the woman's long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, with surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"Why is this person's yang energy suddenly so abundant, comparable to that of a cultivator? What happened?"

The woman's crystal red lips moved slightly, her voice was cold and soft, and she looked up downstairs.

Soon, she smiled coquettishly, her eyes shining brightly: "No wonder, it turned out to be a rare fairy seedling, probably because the spirit roots in her body were stimulated when she was with me, and the yang energy increased tenfold instead, it seems that my luck is really good. "

She stood up lightly, and glanced at the side: "You are not qualified to enjoy this kind of fairy root, it is mine, and I want him to help me practice, so don't even think about it!"

As soon as these words came out, the secretly greedy eyes were unwilling to retreat.

The woman in white held her head high and stepped on small steps, like a fairy in Guanghan, she walked out gracefully.