After the man on the ground was wailing, he was also helped up by his maid.

Not long after I stood up, a young man in blue clothes appeared at the door.

After stepping into the room, he ignored the existence of everyone in the room, held his hands behind his back, looked down at the man covering his chest, and laughed lightly: "This is the so-called ending."

Seeing this scene, Mu Qianrou's expression became cold and said lightly: "Young Master Zhao, Zuiyunlou is not allowed to fight. If you have any problems, please leave Zuiyunlou and deal with it."

The young man, who was called Mr. Zhao, snorted coldly, "What if I had to beat him here?"

"Please respect Mr. Zhao." Mu Qianrou took a step forward, and four men in white appeared quietly outside the door. The aura of her body was fluctuating, and it was not difficult to tell whether they were all priests.

Mr. Zhao sneered, but he was actually a little guilty. Although he was also a Yuanshi, he had no chance of winning in the case of one-on-four.

"Does Zuiyunlou dare to touch me?"

Mu Qianrou showed a sweet smile and said, "Zuiyunlou naturally dared not be rude to Mr. Zhao, but if Mr. Zhao insisted on causing trouble in Mr. Zuiyunlou, then Qianrou could only ask Mr. Zhao to go out. After all, Zuiyunlou is a place for business."

Hearing Mu Qianrou's disguised affirmative reply, the young man called Mr. Zhao finally became ugly. He is not a fool. Mu Qianrou is definitely aware of his identity. In this case, he completely ignores his face. I guess the background of Zuiyunlou...

"Forget it, I'm wrong today. I'll keep all the destruction in my account. If I'm not interested, I'll leave first. Miss Qianrou, there will be a date later!"

Seeing Mr. Zhao leaving on his own, Mu Qianrou just looked at her calmly without stopping her.

After Mr. Zhao went downstairs, Mu Qianrou smiled again on her face and asked at the man who was being helped up: "Are you okay?"

The man also shook his head quickly and said, "I'm fine. Thank you Miss Qianrou for helping me out today, otherwise Zhao Zhengqi wouldn't let me go simply."

Mu Qianrou looked at the broken door and vase fragments on the ground, and her tone became cold involuntarily. "This Zhao Zhengqi is becoming more and more arrogant. However, since it happened in my Zuiyun Tower, it will naturally be settled by Zuiyun Tower. Don't worry, the young master."

The man's eyes were full of gratitude and he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Miss Qianrou."

Mu Qianrou nodded, then turned around and walked towards Bai Yifeng and the others, completely losing the reckless and reckless movement he had just now. He smiled sweetly: "I've been frightened by you. Qianrou invited this wine today, and you will be rewarded with all the money from Mr. Wan later."

Wan Yunjin was timid and said indifferently: "It's not that frightened, but Zhao Zhengqi is too arrogant. He really wants to punch him twice in that face that deserves a beating."

"Young Master Wan is really humorous. The door is broken. Let's change the private room. Qianrou won't accompany you for now. This matter is still a bit troublesome." Mu Qianrou chuckled.

Wan Yunjin nodded and smiled and said, "Miss Qianrou, let's go and do it first. If so, I can help you. Even if I send someone to find me in my mansion, you don't have to be polite."

"Then you will have more than ten thousand young masters."

After Mu Qianrou left, the maid took the two to another private room.

The food and wine were exactly the same as before. After a while, Wan Yujin's money bag to the madam was sent back intact.

"Let's go down, I have something to tell Wan Yujin."

Bai Yifeng stood up, walked to Wan Yujin, and sat down.

Several women who played and those who accompanied them to drink with them all bowed and asked, "What kind of role is Mu Qianrou?"

Wan Yujin's lips curled up and said with a smile: "I thought you would ask Zhao Zhengqi first."

Bai Yifeng picked up a fruit on the table and said while playing, "The disciple of the second elder of the branch of the Holy Yuanmen Wandaic City, a guy who hates and is as flamboyant as you."

"I didn't expect you to go deeper and briefly, but I don't hate him." Wan Yunjin said.

He raised his head and looked at Wan Yunjin. Bai Yifeng said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Can't you tell it? The dancer in Zuiyunlou? But, he doesn't sell himself."

Wan Yunjin avoided Bai Yifeng's gaze, poured himself a glass of wine in return, and drank it all in one go.

Bai Yifeng laughed twice, took a cup, poured two glasses of wine, "Does my cousin treat me like a fool? A dancer who looks a few years older than me, but his cultivation is much higher than me. A dancer can decide whether to stay or not of the people from the Shengyuan Sect. A dancer can help others resolve their grudges with the Shengyuan Sect, so that dancer's right is too great."

Sighing, Wan Yujin clapped his hands, "You are indeed a smart person. You can see so many clues at all, but this is not a secret. It's okay to tell you. Mu Qianrou is very likely to become the helmsman of Zuiyun Tower in the future."

"It is reasonable to let her be the helmist in her way of dealing with things." Bai Yifeng was timid, "I'm going back after drinking this cup."

Wan Yujin looked dissatisfied and frowned slightly, "You're going back in less than two hours now?"

Putting the fruit in your mouth for a moment, Bai Yifeng said: "Eating and drinking is really boring for me. Why don't we go back to the house to discuss?"

"Ahem, forget it, I'm not interested in cultivation."

Stepping out of the door of Zuiyun Tower, Bai Yifeng did not go back in Wan Yunjin's carriage, but walked on the street towards the city lord's mansion.

In recent years, I can count the days I went out with both hands, and most of them were with Donghui. I rarely went out alone, so it would be okay to go out for a walk.

Walking in the dense crowds of people, scanning the various shops on both sides of the street, nothing he wanted to see.

After walking alone for half an hour, he was not tired at all. Suddenly, a shout caught his attention.

"Selling artifacts, come and take a look. Don't miss it when you pass by."

Bai Yifeng smiled and thought to himself: "If it is really a magical weapon, you don't keep it yourself, but you will take it to the street to sell it?"

Although I didn't believe it, I still walked towards the source of his voice. If I don't buy it, I can just take a look.

Let's talk about it...

He touched the pure gold storage ring worn on the index finger of his left hand with his right hand. In recent years, Dong Hui and Wancheng have accumulated the Hunyuan coins he has given him. It is estimated that tens of thousands of coins should be available. As long as he has something he likes, it is okay to buy a few.

After passing by several people, the person who kept shouting appeared in front of Bai Yifeng's eyes, an old man wearing patched cloth clothes.

He squatted on the ground, with a step that also had patches of all sizes, and all kinds of strange things were placed on it.

Moss-covered stones.

Rusty iron.

Broken yellow book...

Next to this street with huge traffic, no one paid attention to the elderly’s stall. Compared to the crowds in front of other stalls, the elderly’s stall seemed very lonely.

Bai Yifeng's eyes swept all the items on the rag. No matter how you look at it, they are all broken copper and iron. If these are all magical weapons, then any blacksmith can beat the fine iron to the point of iron.

But seeing the lonely appearance of the old man being alone, Bai Yifeng felt a little embarrassed, sighed, walked to the old man's stall, squatted down, picked up a stone covered with moss, and asked, "Grandpa, how much does this cost?"

The old man looked at the stone in Bai Yifeng's hand with his turbid eyes, thought for a while, and said lightly: "One hundred Hunyuan coins."

"What?" Bai Yifeng's eyes widened a little in shock, but he was afraid that he had heard it wrong, "One hundred Hunyuan coins?"

But the old man's nodding made him feel a little embarrassed. Although he had no idea about money, he was not a fool. He didn't know where he picked up the broken stones so quickly. One hundred silver coins were too much, let alone one hundred Hunyuan coins!
Chapter completed!