There was a word in the world called regret.

There was also a word in the world called: there was no medicine for regret.

Lu Xiaofeng regretted, but it was too late.

When Dugu Yihe appeared in Yan Tieshan's mourning hall, Huo Tianqing was wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money for his benefactor.

It was as if he had delivered himself to his doorstep.

Huo Tianqing threw away the paper money in his hand and pointed his sword at Dugu Yihe. "You still have the face to come?"

Dugu Yihe had been famous for a long time. It had been a long time since anyone dared to treat him like this. He immediately shouted, "You don't have the right to question me!"

After being looked down upon, Huo Tianqing did not shrink back. Instead, he took a step forward. "I don't have the right?

Although I am not as old as you, in terms of status, Huo Tianqing is not below Dugu Yihe! "

With a cold laugh, Dugu Yihe asked, "What status do you have?"

Huo Tianqing suddenly threw away his sword in reply. He twisted his waist to the right and opened his arms slightly.

If there were seniors in Jianghu who saw this, they would know that this was the Feng Shuangfei that the Old Man of Tian Qin used to challenge Emei and defeat the previous sect leader of Emei!

This move was exactly what the Old Man of Tian Qin wanted to use against Emei. Dugu Yihe did not dare to be careless, but he still suffered and was injured.

In Jianghu, where martial arts were supreme, the person with the higher martial arts had the right to speak.

Therefore, Huo Tianqing said indifferently, "Now, do I have the right to question you?

Speak!

What is your explanation for letting Su Shaoying accompany you as a follower and sneak into the Jewellery Pavilion?

What is your explanation for appearing after your master's death? "

Dugu Yihe, whose qi was greatly injured, was at a disadvantage, but he did not lose his demeanor. "You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me. Let me test your skills!"

After he finished speaking, he attacked Huo Tianqing with all his strength. The reason why Huo Tianqing was able to injure Dugu Yihe was because he was caught off guard. Now that he didn't have the upper hand, he used his spear to escape.

He left the heavily injured Dugu Yihe alone in the mourning hall.

The next day, when Lu Xiaofeng went to the banquet, he was very surprised. He did not know who in the world was capable of injuring him. "Has Senior ever seen Ximen Chuixue?"

"Yes, I have."

His heart sank. Could it be that Ximen Chuixue had already fought with Dugu Yihe and lost?

It doesn't matter if he lost, the important thing is, is he still alive?

Dugu Yihe guessed Lu Xiaofeng's thoughts. He lightly coughed twice. "Don't worry. I haven't had a duel with your swordsman friend because I still have some things I haven't finished. There are still some things I haven't explained."

The white-haired old man seemed to be reminiscing about the past. He slowly told his story. "Fifty years ago, the Golden Roc dynasty was destroyed. The wealth was divided into four parts. I brought a portion with me, but before I could reach the Central Plains, I was murdered. It was my master who saved me."

"Who tried to kill you?" Lu Xiaofeng hit the nail on the head.

Shaking his head, Dugu Yihe did not seem to want to say. In the end, he hesitated and finally decided to say. "It was the young prince at the time. In order to avoid being killed and to repay my master for saving my life, I changed my name. Fifty years passed.

Until a month ago, Hosho suddenly contacted me. "

"You were secretly in contact with Hosho?"

"Actually, I wasn't the only one who was hunted. Hosho and Yan Tieshan were not able to escape from the young prince's evil hands. That was why we betrayed the late king.

In private, we only occasionally contacted each other. A month ago, Hosho told me that Yan Tieshan was the Tower Master of Tsing Yi Lou. That was why I ordered my disciple to spy by his side. "

Cough, cough. Lu Xiaofeng did not know if he should tell him that his disciple, Su Shaoying, had already died under Ximen Chuixue's sword.

"I investigated Yan Tieshan for a month and found that there was indeed evidence pointing to him. However, the evidence was too coincidental, making people suspicious.

I went against the evidence and finally found that the Tower Master of Tsing Yi Lou was actually Hosho. "

Dugu Yihe's words were reasonable and convincing. It also made Lu Xiaofeng even more regretful. What kind of case had he accepted that had so many twists and turns?

Even though he was at a loss, Lu Xiaofeng still managed to grasp a little contradiction.

"There's still one more question."

…

Hua Manlou's leg recovered at the right time.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was having a headache from investigating the case in Shanxi, almost immediately asked them for help when he received the news.

From Dugu Yihe's narration, this case became a completely different story.

At the beginning of the story, why did Lu Xiaofeng investigate this case?

Because he was entrusted by the Golden Roc.

Then what if the Golden Roc had died twenty-five years ago, or even earlier?

"You're saying that the Golden Roc I saw was a fake?" Lu Xiaofeng asked, unwilling to give up.

However, Dugu Yihe still looked calm and collected, as if he had already distanced himself from the matter and was just telling someone else's story.

"Yes, the king of the Golden Roc dynasty was cursed by the ancestors of the Witch Tribe. A man can never live past thirty-five years old, so the old man you saw who was about to die couldn't be the Golden Roc."

"So his claim that you're the Tower Master of Tsing Yi Lou can't be trusted?"

"The Tower Master of Tsing Yi Lou is Hosho."

There were many doubts.

If Dugu Yihe wasn't lying, then the Golden Roc that Lu Xiaofeng saw was definitely a fake.

Who would impersonate a person who should have died long ago?

Could it be that the imposter didn't know that the Golden Roc couldn't live past thirty-five years old?

If the Golden Roc was a fake, then was Princess Danfeng the real Princess?

Why did she ask him to come here?

Of course, there was still the most important question: Who was the real Tower Master of Tsing Yi Lou?

Hosho or Dugu Yihe?

It seemed that he would have to meet the Old Man Fok and Hosho to find out the answer to all these questions.

It would be difficult for him to defeat Hosho with his own strength. Lu Xiaofeng sincerely hoped that his two good friends could come quickly.

It was time to clear up this debt from fifty years ago.

Two figures, one green and one white, could be seen on the official road.

The cyan figure was none other than Yang Muzhi, who always wore a cyan robe.

The white figure could only be Hua Manlou, who was traveling together with him.

Although Hua Manlou couldn't see, his horsemanship was excellent. Yang Muzhi could still chat with him as they rode side by side.

"Hua Manlou, Little Phoenix has already waited for a few days. It won't hurt to wait a few more days.

Why don't we go drink wine? "

Hua Manlou's hand that was holding the reins paused. His sweetheart really preferred women.

Since this relationship was doomed to be hopeless, then he might as well stay by his side as a friend. "Okay, where do we go to drink wine?"

Little did he know that Yang Muzhi was also very upset when he heard this. Ever since he realized his feelings, he had always wanted to test Hua Manlou's attitude.

Now it seemed that the situation was not good.

He seemed to really like women.

Thus, on this day, two strange guests came to Shanxi's largest brothel, Feng Lai Yi Lou.

The one in the green robe had a cold face and exuded an unapproachable aura.

The one in the white silk robe waved a fan and didn't talk about love. Instead, he talked about poetry and songs with the girls. For a moment, the girls who grew up in the brothel couldn't respond.

They really didn't know what these two were doing in the brothel.

Yang Muzhi didn't say a word and continued to drink from a small wine cup. The girl beside him tactfully helped to refill his cup without disturbing him.

It wasn't because she was aloof and reserved, but because she had been in the brothel for a long time and could sense that this young master was in a bad mood.

And the source of his bad mood was most likely the other young master across from him.

Hua Manlou smiled as he sent a girl away. He waved his fan and noticed that the girl who poured Yang Muzhi's wine was looking at him. He smiled warmly at her.

Ouyang Qian also smiled. They were clearly a pair of silly lovebirds. Why would they visit a brothel?

She suddenly wanted to help them. She leaned close to a certain someone who was drinking wine and said something in a soft voice that only the two of them could hear.

Hearing this, Yang Muzhi immediately turned to look at her. "Is what you said true?"

Putting down the wine pot in her hand, Ouyang Qian almost hung her entire body on the man. "Young master, come with me and you'll know."

After saying this, she held Yang Muzhi's hand and walked out. Yang Muzhi didn't resist.

When the ladies at the side saw this, they secretly exchanged glances and tried even harder to squeeze towards Hua Manlou's side. "This young master, look, your friend has already brought home the beauty. Don't tell me you still want to sit here and waste such a good time?"

Their attacks were fierce. Hua Manlou almost couldn't handle it. With great difficulty, he asked for forgiveness and escaped.

It was rare for him to have a serious expression. He originally thought that it wouldn't be difficult to stay by his sweetheart's side and watch him get married and have children. Only now did he realize that he had overestimated himself.

Now, just seeing him loiter around brothels made him feel depressed. It was as if a large stone was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He really didn't know what to do in the future.

The depression in his heart was difficult to relieve. His original intention was to find an open place to get some fresh air. However, he unknowingly walked to the room where Ouyang Qian and Yang Muzhi were.

The woman's laughter kept coming. Hua Manlou couldn't listen to it anymore and turned to leave.

At this time, the sound of the door opening came from behind. It was Yang Muzhi.

"Hua Manlou, why are you here?"

"I accidentally wandered here. Brother Yang, why …" Why did he come out of the gentle and rich village?

Yang Muzhi had a light smile on his face. "Today's acupuncture hasn't been done yet."

Turning around, Hua Manlou didn't let him see his expression. He said, "Since that time, didn't you say that it wouldn't matter if you did it a few days later?

The spring night is too short, you … "

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Muzhi. "Hua Manlou, do you have to push me to the girls inside?"

"Of course not."

"Then listen to me. It just so happens that I also have something to say to you."

The door opened again. Ouyang Qian pulled the gauze around her body and said with a flirtatious smile, "I'll lend the room to you two. It's just that this room is much more expensive than the inn."

Yang Muzhi coughed and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. "I know."

There was always an unknown fragrance floating in the boudoir of a girl.

This was the first time that two grown men had entered a girl's boudoir. For a moment, they felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Hua Manlou asked with his upper body naked, "Brother Yang, what do you want to say to me?"

Using candlelight to disinfect the silver needles, Yang Muzhi said with a smile, "Today we visited a brothel. Why don't we go to a small official's brothel tomorrow?"

Small official's brothel?

Male prostitutes?

For a moment, Hua Manlou couldn't figure out what this person was thinking. He didn't say anything.

Yang Muzhi laughed even more. "I won't hide it from you. Compared to beautiful girls, I prefer men. Hua Manlou, do you think that I'm disgraceful?"

Hua Manlou paused for a moment. He didn't dare to believe it. "Brother Yang, are you joking with me?"

"Who would joke about this?

I'm serious.

You still haven't said whether you think I'm disgraceful or not. "

"Of course not."

In front of love, all life should be equal.

There was no wrong love, no inferior love, no love that should be discriminated against.

Respecting love should be as serious and serious as respecting life. Only then would it not be a waste of the word love.

A gust of night wind blew open the window. Downstairs, there was a brothel full of love. Upstairs, there were two people in a room.