Chapter 27 The Princess of the Mirage Clan! Still singing across the river...

The light coming from outside is slowly getting darker.

Ai Cuifang looked at the symbols painted around her, stunned for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did you draw these?"

Tang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "There are only two of you and me here. They are not drawn by me, so it must be drawn by you. Have you drawn them?"

Ai Cuifang suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "You know how to use immortal seal?"

Tang Xiaofeng smiled slightly: "Don't forget that it was always in my hands before handing over the Yin Fu Jing to you in the East China Sea."

Ai Cuifang was shocked... Even she could not understand the Yan Dao Zhang in "Yin Fu Jing". This person is so talented?

Tang Xiaofeng naturally would not tell her that it was not him who really understood Yan Dao Zhang and Xingtu, but his sister. He just looked at Ai Cuifang and smiled and said, "Do you want to learn? I will teach you."

Ai Cuifang said coldly: "No one will teach others this secret that is not passed on to casually."

Tang Xiaofeng looked at her and said, "But I don't want to bring it into the coffin, and... you are not someone else."

Ai Cuifang's heart trembled again, but Tang Xiaofeng lowered his head and drew on the ground: "In fact, it is very simple. The corresponding to Yandaozhang is the star map in the sky. There are five thieves in the sky, and those who see it will prosper. The five thieves in the sky are neither gold, wood, water, fire, earth, nor joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow, but life, objects, time, merit, and god..."

Ai Cuifang did not look at the fairy seal on the ground, but stared at the young man in front of him, subconsciously thinking: "I thought that the Taoist Zhang, except for the eldest sister, could no one else in the world to understand, but I didn't expect that his talent was not inferior to that of the eldest sister. Even the poems he wrote on the road were also masterpieces that could be passed down from generation to generation, and even I could not write them. I really had a glimpse of him."

The boy kept explaining, Ai Cuifang was like that, naturally, he knew that every sentence he interpreted to Yan Daozhang was true. He would tell himself such a secret without hesitation. Even if he could forcibly suppress the deep feelings in his heart, how could this tremor in his heart stop?

She gritted her teeth, and drowned her body, and threw the young man who was still explaining the immortal seal and crawled out.

Tang Xiaofeng pretended to be stunned, but a smug smile flashed in his eyes, erasing the immortal seal on the ground and drilling out.

The sky was already dark and Ai Cuifang stood there, looking at the river water in the distance, silent.

Tang Xiaofeng came behind her and asked gently: "What are you thinking?"

Ai Cuifang said coldly: "It's not your business."

Tang Xiaofeng sighed: "Why are you always saying this?"

Ai Cuifang sneered: "Is there anything wrong?"

"But you can tell me your thoughts," Tang Xiaofeng looked at her and said slowly, "Because you said that you brought me by your side just to kill me. Since I will always die in your hands, why can't you tell me your thoughts? I know you have many thoughts, and some things are very uncomfortable burying them all the time. You can tell me and then kill me again. In this way, I can know more about you, and you don't have to worry that I will tell you out."

Ai Cuifang opened his mouth slightly, but looked at him lightly and said nothing.

Although the crescent moon has moved to the middle sky, the night is extremely dark, and there is a darkness around it...

***

Ai Cuifang took Tang Xiaofeng to fly southwest continuously, while also getting farther and farther away from Wuding River.

Tang Xiaofeng knew that she wanted to lure those yellow-clothed people away from Wuding River.

The lamas in Samye Monastery were also chasing them. There were obviously some strange people in these two groups, and they almost intercepted them several times.

Before they knew it, they flew back to the Luoshui from the Wuding River.

They climbed into a restaurant and sat by the window. Ai Cuifang faced the window. Tang Xiaofeng sat on her right side, and the two ordered some wine and dishes.

Tang Xiaofeng asked in confusion: "Aren't you afraid of being chased by them?" They did not throw away the yellow-shirted people, but were chased by them.

However, the six guardians of Samye Monastery and the lamas seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and no one knew where they went.

In the restaurant, some drinkers talked about Xu Chengzhi's army breaking the Youshui Formation, crossing the Luoshui River, and approaching Luoyang.

Tang Xiaofeng knew that Xu Chengzhi could break the Youshui Formation because Yan Zixiao had returned from the East China Sea, and at the same time brought Tingting, who read the "Yin Fu Jing" to perform the magic chapters and the art chapters.

However, these people did not mention any girl from the Black Tooth Country. Instead, they mentioned his name from time to time, and actually counted the matter of breaking the Youshui Formation on his head, which made him quite puzzled.

Although he broke the Fireless Array and the Badao Array, the Youshui Array had nothing to do with him. I don’t know how these rumors came about.

Looking by the window, there were many flower boats parked by the Luoshui River, and a group of brothel women sang and laughed, playing various music.

Tang Xiaofeng sighed and said, "The business girl does not know the hatred of the country, but she still sings the *** flower across the river."

Ai Cuifang carefully savored these two sentences and looked at him: "What kind of flower is ***, or is there any allusion?"

Tang Xiaofeng coughed dryly... He walked too much at night and finally hit a ghost.

"*** Flower" is the name of the qupa and the name of the cipa that only appeared in the late Tang Dynasty. People after the Song Dynasty understood it as soon as they heard it. As for now, Ai Cuifang obviously didn't know it, so he asked what allusions it had.

He scratched his head and laughed, "This...is a song that women in Lingnan brothels often sing."

Ai Cuifang frowned: "Why is it called ***hua?"

Tang Xiaofeng coughed: "***, ***... In Lingnan, some clients like to play that kind of fancy style, so..." He glanced at Ai Cui's fragrant buttocks.

Ai Cuifang was originally confused, but suddenly reacted, her pretty face turned red, and then turned pale again: "Dirty."

Hey, it's what you want to ask yourself... although I'm also talking nonsense.

Ai Cuifang sneered: "Do you often visit brothels in Lingnan?"

"Unforgivable," Tang Xiaofeng quickly defended, "I just heard from my neighbors mention when I was a child that my family tutoring was very strict... Hmm, Besides, I left Lingnan when I was eleven years old and stayed in the East China Sea for several years. How could I have any chance to visit brothels in Lingnan? I have never visited other places."

In fact, I have visited once, and the only time I actually bumped into the Holy Lord of the Holy Sect.

Ai Cuifang's face calmed down a little: "You don't need to explain to me."

Judging from your expression, I think I need it!

Several women in the brothel left the flower boat, held parasols, and walked with smiles. Their clothes were exposed, half-covered, and even their thighs were exposed as they stopped.

This was originally a small town, and the flower boats were just passing by. Many people pointed at the fun, and more and more people gathered. The brothel women covered their mouths and laughed constantly. One of them slid off their breasts "accidentally", revealing their plump and tender ***.

On the street, the old man selling vegetables opened his eyes wide, and several scoundrels began to make excuses. A man looked straight, but a woman next to him wanted to twist his ears hatefully. An old man was sitting by the road smoking a dry cigarette, sighing that the world was getting worse and worse. Two sedan holders carrying sedan were blocked on the road, and the wealthy businessmen on the sedan were sweating in a hurry.

Tang Xiaofeng shook his head and laughed. The Chinese really like to watch, and it has been the same from ancient times to the present.

At this moment, dozens of yellow-clothed men emerged from nowhere and surrounded the entire restaurant without realizing it. Although there were many onlookers, they were knocked to pieces. Before they could complain, they were frightened by the fierceness of these people and did not dare to say anything.

A young man took several yellow-shirted men to the restaurant. As soon as the yellow-shirted men came up, they started to rush other drinkers. The drinkers were unwilling to be troubled and left one after another.

"Miss Cuifang, long time no see." The young man held a folding fan in his hand, bowed with a smile on the left side of Ai Cuifang, and sat down on the empty stool opposite Tang Xiaofeng.

Ai Cuifang's face changed slightly, and she looked at the young man coldly.

When Tang Xiaofeng saw that the young man was dressed neither like a person from the Central Plains nor a person from the northern border, he couldn't tell where he came from.

However, the young man also glanced at Tang Xiaofeng indifferently and said arrogantly: "I am Xi Duyuan, Prince of Loulan, what do you call me?"

Loulan? The Loulan, which once existed in Chinese history, disappeared during the Han Dynasty, and it is said that the entire country was flooded by the desert? Tang Xiaofeng was very surprised.

"My surname is Tang, Tang Xiaofeng," Tang Xiaofeng said with a smile, "Loulan? I thought this country had been gone long ago."

Xi Duyuan said lightly, "Loulan has never disappeared, it's just that he doesn't want to live in the same world with ordinary people in this world and move to another place."

Tang Xiaofeng thought to himself, what does it mean to "not want to live in the same world"? Can you still move out of the world and into the sky?

Ai Cuifang sneered: "Why do you have to say so nicely? Loulan was just swallowed by the desert and had to flee the whole country and accidentally entered the inhuman world."

"What a fleeing nationwide," Xi Duyuan laughed, "but I don't know where Miss Cuifang, who is the princess of the Mirage Kingdom, is now going to flee with her citizens?"

Ai Cuifang's pretty face was filled with a hint of mocking expression: "Your Highness is joking, where can we escape? It's just that right and wrong are about to be destroyed. Fortunately, the Queen Zetian of the Great Zhou Dynasty was willing to take her in, so I let my clan members come to the Central Plains to avoid the troubles of the clans in the future."

Xi Duyuan sneered: "Miss Cuifang's words are really hard to believe."

Ai Cuifang's expressionless face: "Believe it or not."

Xi Duyuan put down his face: "If this is true, why would you mess up Shenzhou and even secretly help the Dragon Clan break the barrier of Shenzhou?"

Tang Xiaofeng's heart was terrified. Ai Cuifang said lightly: "If it weren't for this, what do you think?"

Xi Duyuan stared at her: "Where is the Peach Blossom Land...?"

Ai Cuifang laughed and said, "You really believe that legend? No wonder you have to chase you from Loulan with so many people."

Xi Duyuan said coldly: "If Miss Cuifang refuses to say it, I can only be polite."

Ai Cuifang said lightly: "How do you be rude?"

Xi Duyuan slammed his folding fan and said, "Brother, I want me to bring Miss Cuifang back to Loulan. As early as thousands of years ago, the Kingdom of Mir and Loulan were both people from the desert and had been married for generations. Miss Cuifang is my elder brother's future concubine. Should Miss Cuifang go back by herself or do we want you to capture?"

Ai Cuifang stood up coldly, moved to Tang Xiaofeng, and said, "You might as well go back and tell your elder brother, just say that my Mirage Clan doesn't want to live under someone else's roof, so I left Loulan. Ai Cuifang also has someone I like, so I will give up the engagement and let him marry someone else." After saying that, he grabbed Tang Xiaofeng and walked out of the window.

Xi Duyuan shouted angrily: "Take it."

Outside, dozens of yellow-clothed men rose up quickly and spread a net of heaven and earth, surrounding Ai Cuifang and Tang Xiaofeng.

Ai Cuifang also shouted sweetly: "Take it."

In an instant, cold light flashed and blood splashed everywhere.

The old man selling vegetables threw magic weapons, the rogue who made a fuss slashed out the magic weapon, the man with straight eyes and the woman who twisted his ears shot out the hidden weapon, the old man smoking a dry tobacco, the sedan chair carrying a sedan chair and other onlookers also took action.

These yellow-clothed men fell down one after another and died tragically on the spot.

Xi Duyuan's face changed, and he led the few people behind him out through the window, turning his hands into a giant palm and grabbing Ai Cuifang.

However, Ai Cuifang had already taken Tang Xiaofeng to an eaves, turned around and stabbed Yao Ci's spear, and instantly took the giant palm of the Loulan prince.

With a bang, Xi Duyuan stopped and Ai Cuifang flew backwards.

The yellow-clothed men behind Xi Duyuan were far better than the others guarding the streets. They stood up and rushed towards Ai Cuifang.

Several brothel women who attracted everyone to watch also threw out the parasols in their hands. The gorgeous parasols flew into the air and shot out a beam of light, illuminating the last few yellow-shirted men.
To be continued...