My enemies became my companions

Chapter 402 Are you worthy?
"Eat, drink and have fun, and be friends with bad people!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

The cheerful laughter of the three people shook the Qingfeng Pavilion a little, and even drowned out the lingering opera singing for a moment.

Even the Taoists paused for a moment, looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

"It's a pity that today is peaceful, but it is disturbed by ordinary people."

The master of Chongyang Temple, Jiang Xin Zhenren, laughed and said, "That's wrong. If there is no quarrel, how can we talk about the world?"

"Haha, great, Master Jiang Xin is full of witty remarks!"

Amid the noise and cheers, no one noticed that the Taihua Goddess Yin Weiying's eyes were first filled with surprise, and then slowly became gloomy.

You are here too, right?

After being together for a long time, Yin Weiying instantly found the most familiar one among the three laughs.

She would never admit her mistake.

After so many ups and downs and so much joy, Yin Weiying had already memorized his voice into his bones.

Yesterday, she stayed in the courtyard under the name of Taihua Mountain. She secretly comforted herself for a long time. After all, Lu Ying was a disciple of Jianjia, and the ethical principles were still there. Chen Yi had to be cautious no matter what he said. It was not like he was hooking up with some fairy.

After all, no matter what kind of fairy he meets in the future, she will not be as stunning as when he first saw her.

But now, hearing the continuous laughter, Yin Weiying could not hold back anymore. She pulled her chair back and listened attentively.

"Come, drink this wine. I'll ask the Oiran to entertain you two later."

"Then I will accept Mr. Zhao's invitation."

"The courtesans at Qingfeng Pavilion are different from those at other places. You have to fight for them. Let alone a stunning beauty, even an old and ugly sow. Once we men are competitive, even a sow can be as good as Diao Chan!"

Chen Yi said: "Since we are going to fight for it, then wouldn't it be that I, Long, have broken the rules of Qingfeng Pavilion?"

"You're welcome!" Zhao Yan said, "Rules are like a knife, they can bluff people, but they are also blank paper, just like a woman."

"Like a woman?"

"Hahaha."

"Then I will accept Mr. Zhao's kindness."

.........

Yin Weiying was so angry that his chest tightened and his breasts almost shrank.

Chen Yi, you...

Fool around everywhere, huh?

Yesterday I hooked up with a fairy, and tonight I slept with an otaku. We have only been married for half a year. Do you take me seriously? As the saying goes, a short absence is better than a new marriage. Why do you act like a bridegroom every day? !
Yin Weiying gnashed his teeth and wished he could go upstairs and pull Chen Yi down right now to catch him in adultery in public.

However, all those at the banquet were people from the mountain, all of them were Taoist priests who lived a carefree life. Now, he had been offered the seat at the head of the table. If he lost his composure like this, it would undoubtedly bring disgrace to Mount Taihua and make him lose face.

Yin Weiying half closed his eyes and saw that the dishes had been mostly eaten after five flavors, and he had some thoughts in his mind.

"Come closer, please."

Yin Weiying stood up from the table and walked towards a maid.

Zhao Yan had already instructed that the maid knew that Yin Weiying was the goddess of Taihua, and no matter who she neglected, she must not neglect her.
"Does Fairy Yin have any instructions? I will do my best to carry them out."

Yin Weiying smiled slightly and said, "Are there any prostitutes in Qingfeng Pavilion?"

The maid was stunned for a while before she said, "...Yes."

Qingfeng Pavilion is not a brothel, and although matters involving prostitutes are not allowed to be made public, it is a tacit understanding among the guests. However, there are very few female guests who ask about prostitutes, let alone the Goddess Taihua.

What did the Taihua Goddess ask the prostitute to do?
The maid asked cautiously, "May I ask what Yin Xiangu wants to do..."

"Prepare a room for me, and invite a few good ladies to play some music for me, and discuss Taoism in the midst of worldly affairs."

"But, but," the maid didn't know what to say, so she could only say, "Fairy, you are a woman."

Yin Weiying remained calm and said, "It's better than falling in love with a man."

The maid's eyes almost popped out.

"Women dress up to please themselves, so where are the men?" Yin Weiying glanced towards the third floor and then said in a soft voice.

Having said this, the maid could no longer refuse and had to ask, "Who does Yin Xiangu want?"

"I want an oiran, no..."

The maid's pupils shrank, but when she heard the word "no", she was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, I heard another sentence: "How many prostitutes are there in your Qingfeng Pavilion?"

The maid was stunned but answered truthfully: "There are ten girls."

The nun smiled and said, "One is not enough, I want ten."

The maid didn't know how to reply. She felt a buzzing in her ears. She took a few steps back and could only whisper that she couldn't make up her mind and had to go and report to the shopkeeper.

Yin Weiying said nonchalantly: "I came here because my master ordered me to do so. Please don't offend Taihua Mountain."

After all,

Yin Weiying glared at the third floor fiercely.

I have called all the prostitutes in Qingfeng Pavilion, let me see how you can still call prostitutes!

...............

"Don't bother me, godfather. Just tell me what you want to say."

The Soul-Loving Butterfly stopped the maid who was about to report the news.

Although the killers of Lifeng Pavilion did not know the specific situation on the third floor, they could see clues from the details such as the lack of blood.

The situation is complicated and confusing, and the worst thing to do is to act on your own and create unexpected complications, but killers naturally hate changes.

The situation may be out of control just because a hair falls accidentally. There are countless cases where a slight mistake can lead to a huge mistake.

"Goddess Yin wants to call someone to serve her."

"Then let her call. She is the most important guest here. Even if she wants me, I have to go into battle."

The maid said timidly, "But this Goddess Taihua wants to call all ten prostitutes in Qingfeng Pavilion, including you, Sister Die."

"Smoking ten women at night?" The Soul-Bewitching Butterfly was also stunned.

Wouldn't that make smoke come out of the grinding stone? How about drilling wood to make fire?
The maid said, "I don't understand it either, but I don't dare to ask more."

Mihundie pondered for a while, and after thinking about it over and over again, she still couldn't figure out what the nun was up to. Even if she tried to think about it more deeply, she just felt that the nun was kind-hearted and wanted to use Taoism to educate the prostitute and persuade her to become a good person and turn back.

"Whatever." The Soul-Loving Butterfly sneered.

At this time, two people squeezed in from outside the door. They looked almost exactly the same. They were the Huang brothers. Their martial arts were only at the eighth level, but because they were twins, they succeeded in assassinations many times and held middle-level positions in this Lifeng Pavilion branch.

"I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you two old dogs." The Soul-Loving Butterfly spat and said jokingly, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Madam Die, Master Zhao reported that he wants you to serve Captain Min later."

Boss Huang's eyes have never left Bewitching Butterfly. A graceful lady is desirable to a gentleman. Boss often calls himself a gentleman and is devoted to Bewitching Butterfly. He likes Lady Butterfly to the point of being obsessed.

Huang Laoer is different, he likes the eldest brother.

There are always many strange people among the killers.
The man is strange, and his temperament is also strange.

There are two kinds of killers in the world. One is a machine that has almost lost all humanity and is absolutely loyal. The other is a demon that has vented almost all humanity and desires. In Lifeng Pavilion, there are more of the latter.

The Soul-Loving Butterfly said, "It seems that the plan has changed. I will first deal with Yin Xiangu, and then go and take Min Qianhu's essence."

The Huang brothers nodded repeatedly. The eldest Huang rubbed his hands and asked tentatively, "Then Madam Die promised to come to me once before. When was it?"

"Look at your silly look, let's talk about it next time."

The Soul-Loving Butterfly snorted and left without looking back.

Before leaving, she put on a thick coat to block Huang's sight.

After Lady Die left, Boss Huang asked excitedly, "Brother, did Lady Die agree to my request?"

Huang Lao Er said helplessly: "Boss, I promise you, you better obey me."

"Fuck you! You son of a bitch."

"You son of a bitch, you scolded me!"

Apart from the noise of the Huang brothers, there was a faint sound of a dog barking in the corridor. Mihundie took a casual look and found that it was a black guard dog.

………………

A faint fragrance, the scent of rose water spreads in the room.

There are red curtains and beautiful tents, brocade clothes and jade cups, there is fine wine in the cup, and the shadow of a beauty is dim under the lamp.

"Why are there only nine?"

Yin Weiying sat at the top, with women of different appearances at his feet, some flirting and posing, some demure and obedient, red candles flickering, necklaces adorning their exposed white breasts, and their swaying hairpins, arousing people's reverie...

But it makes the female crown look pure and untainted,

Like a white-robed Bodhisattva standing among rosy skulls.

Not long after the nun finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open, and there was the sound of a woman's sweet smile.

"Is Fairy Yin looking for me?"

The enchanted butterfly is flamboyant.

Yin Weiying held the tea bowl and raised his hand, saying, "Please sit down."

Mihundie did not sit down, but sat on the coffee table, leaned forward and said, "Isn't Yin Xiangu here to have fun?"

"I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Asking about prostitutes? Are you going to teach us to turn back from our ways?"

As soon as the teasing words fell, a series of laughters were aroused. The butterfly wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Ask, maybe we will answer."

Yin Weiying remained motionless and asked directly, "What do you usually eat?"

The Soul-Loving Butterfly didn't understand, but still said, "Pork kidney soup, mutton offal noodle soup, grilled beef and mutton."

“Why eat these?”

"To nourish the waist, men need to use their waists, and women also need to use their waists..."

The Soul-Loving Butterfly smiled and moved her head closer. She exhaled sweetly and said in a charming voice, word by word:

"I wonder if Fairy Yin has anything else to ask? How about asking her on the bed?"

The moment the words fell, a trace of confusion flashed across Yin Weiying's eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

Clang.

The tea spilled all over the floor.

Seeing that the illusion worked, the Butterfly flipped down from the table, took out the used exotic fragrance in its arms, and threw it away.

A prostitute came over and flattered: "Sister Die's illusion is really powerful. She fell for it right away."

Soul-bewitching butterfly straightened his clothes and replied, "Those damn Taihua goddesses are just bitches in Taoist robes. They still want to turn back. I wonder where they were when we were drinking pork kidney soup.

I'll leave this to you. I have to go and collect the energy from the Qianhu."

As she spoke, the Soul-Loving Butterfly shook her hair and walked slowly out the door.

Suddenly…

dizzy.

Something surged up in my brain, so violently that my nose felt slightly hot.

His vision was shaking and blurry, and blood was gushing out of his burning nose.

The enchanted butterfly pressed its head and tried hard to see clearly, and the afterimage gradually outlined the snow-white Taoist robe.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and she heard a sneer in her ear:
"You're playing illusion with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Yin Weiying's face appeared clearly in front of the Enchanting Butterfly. She was beautiful, as if she came riding on the clouds, her outline was illusory, and she exuded a mysterious glow.

If you meet a true immortal from heaven.

The Soul-Loving Butterfly was bleeding from all seven orifices, and its knees bent uncontrollably as it fell to the ground.

A soft hand stroked her head.

The immortal touched my head.
Marrying the hair will grant longevity.

The soul-stirring butterfly was almost fainting. The murderous assassin quietly put his hands together and uttered:
"Blessed be the birth... Infinite Heavenly Venerable... Inconceivable... Merits."

Yin Weiying raised his hands high.

Snapped!
The response to the enchanted butterfly was the sound of crisp slaps.

She held the killer's head like a pig and said word by word:
"He is my cauldron,
You are not worthy of taking essence."

………………

After displaying his immortal demeanor, Yin Weiying looked back at the side room.

The dozen or so prostitutes were lying there in a mess. It wasn't like they had seen anything before; in short, each of them had her own hallucination.

While Yin Weiying was telling fortunes, he casually searched the bewitching butterfly for a while. Finally, apart from the bewitching fragrance and flying knives, he found a token.

"The token of the Magpie Pavilion?" Yin Weiying frowned slightly, "Why is there a token of the Magpie Pavilion here?"

Is it fake?

Yin Weiying tossed and turned, but still felt that it was not like that.

There was a knock at the door, interrupting her thoughts.
"Mrs. Butterfly, are you okay?"

Yin Weiying's eyes flashed, and without thinking too much, he put the token in his arms, then put one hand on the Soul-Bewitching Butterfly and pinched his throat with the other hand.

"Okay, I'll be right out."

It was the voice of the Soul-Loving Butterfly.

Yin Weiying raised his hand and wiped his face. A hazy and magical light passed by, covering up his original appearance. To others, he looked like a bewitching butterfly.

Now, she has to go see Chen Yi.

"I don't know if my current magic can deceive him." Yin Weiying muttered to himself.

She walked out of the room slowly, opened the door, and saw the Huang brothers.

Huang Lao Da nodded and said, "Master Zhao is already urging us."

"Okay." Yin Weiying didn't dare to say too much for fear of being exposed.

Just as she was about to leave, Boss Huang blocked her way.

Yin Weiying was a little nervous, but soon relaxed.

Boss Huang pointed to the room and said, "Mrs. Die, can I catch one to play with?"

Yin Weiying immediately thought that if he was allowed to go in, he would easily discover anything unusual, so only illusion could be used. However, illusion must have a basis, otherwise if he did something to the air, he would definitely be discovered.

But, do I really want to catch a prostitute from there and give it to this man?

Wouldn’t that make me a brothel owner?

"Woof, woof."

While I was thinking, I heard a dog barking in the corridor.

Yin Weiying tilted his eyes to the side and smiled slightly, a little... wickedly.

...........................

Another place.

After the banquet, Chen Yi, Lu Ying, and Jiang Shangli were invited to a private room.

Chen Yi made a brief inspection, knocked on the wall, touched the screen, and confirmed that this room was safe, with no one guarding it or eavesdropping.

Then he shifted his gaze to Jiang Shangli.

County Magistrate Jiang shuddered, but sat down at the tea table as if nothing had happened and started grinding tea powder.

Chen Yi said, "Magistrate Jiang, is this different from what we agreed on before?"

I'm still pretending to be wearing this Lone Smoke Sword... Jiang Shangli pretended to be crazy and said, "What's the difference?"

“Some of them don’t match.”

"Didn't I bring you to Qingfeng Pavilion? If it weren't for me, Young Master Long would be completely clueless and wouldn't know where to start."

As Jiang Shangli spoke, he poured tea powder into the tea bowl and calmly made tea. The boiling water fell from a high place, beating out the tea soup, and the teapot swung in a delicate trajectory.

"Mr. Long, please don't be ungrateful."

call!
Before he finished speaking, Chen Yi suddenly stepped forward, gathered his energy in his arms, and struck Jiang Shangli in the face with a slam!

Jiang Shangli's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he looked stern and awe-inspiring. The strong wind blew the ends of his hair. He only tilted his head slightly, neither moving forward nor backward. He raised his elbow holding the tea bowl and hit Chen Yi's arm directly.

Chen Yi twisted his body and changed his moves in an instant, his elbow was about to collide with Jiang Shangli's elbow. Jiang Shangli finally retreated, but only half a step back, and the two men's hands were three inches apart. Chen Yi changed his moves in an instant, like a feint, his bow finger was like a sword, shooting out, piercing Jiang Shangli's throat!

Jiang Shangli moved his other hand. Cha Xian was like a sword in his hand. The overflowing energy flipped his robes. He raised his hand upwards, and Cha Xian collided with Chen Yigong's finger from the side. Forty-eight wooden strips broke together.

The two of them took a step back.

"For a county magistrate, what a profound skill."

Jiang Shangli smiled faintly: "I, the county magistrate, am not just a fake beast on a silk robe."

"Oh, it looks like a real beast in human clothing."

"Whatever you say."

Jiang Shangli twisted the cracked teapot and said:

"If I wanted to join hands with Zhao Yan to kill you at that time, you wouldn't be able to get out."

Chen Yi said nothing, as if he was lowering his head.

Jiang Shangli sneered and was about to continue ordering tea, but he saw his collar loosen and the jade button fell off and fell into the boiling hot tea with a plop sound.

The secretive county magistrate narrowed his eyes but still calmly ordered the tea.

Then he turned around, holding the tea in both hands and said with a smile:
"Come, order a cup of tea for Mr. Long as an apology."

Chen Yi did not take it:

"If there is no sin, why should I make amends?"

"Even if he is guilty, the affairs of the country are the most important." Jiang Shangli said slowly: "I believe in Master Long. As long as Master Long walks out of here today, Lifeng Pavilion will not see the sun tomorrow."

Chen Yi thought about it. He came to Qingfeng Pavilion at the invitation of Jiang Shangli. He had already made plans for the Hongmen Banquet and was also thinking that he would not succeed in one try.

Zhao Yan's martial arts skills are not low, and are at the bottleneck between the fourth and fifth grades. There are also a group of killers in Qingfeng Pavilion. Chen Yi is confident that he can solve them all by himself, but protecting Lu Ying's safety at the same time is another matter.

He was not confident enough in this situation, not to mention that there was Jiang Shangli in front of him.

As for why he didn't leave Lu Ying in the inn, it was because Chen Yi was worried about Lu Ying staying alone in the inn. Even with Zhou Yitong's sword intent, the sword intent was just a trump card and was not omnipotent. If there was a loophole, there was a possibility of encountering an unexpected event.

In this case, the only way is to break the impasse from within.

The situation now is very delicate.

Zhao Yan suspected that he and Jiang Shangli had already joined forces, while Jiang Shangli suspected that he and Zhao Yan had planned it and were just pretending to be in collusion, like a double agent.

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Let's talk?"

Jiang Shangli said: "Then let's talk."

(End of this chapter)