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As soon as he returned to Chang'an, he was sarcastic. Yang Fan was certainly unhappy, but he couldn't say anything about hitting him directly. Just as he was about to bypass a few people and enter the city, Chai Lingwu seemed even more proud.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't dare to retaliate, he pointed his finger and said arrogantly: "Don't the people in Chang'an City boasted that Wannian County Bo had a strong force in the fight against the Duke of the National People's Republic of China, and he was very powerful. I think he was just a bear. He just crippled a Fusang envoy. He ran faster than a rabbit. He had the ability to fight me for 300 rounds. He asked you to taste my greatness... "

As the saying goes, wine enhances cowards, not to mention that Chai Lingwu is not a coward. He was born as a martial artist and has been working hard since childhood. Not to mention that Wu Jue is the best, but it is definitely not comparable to ordinary martial artists. Therefore, he has his own capital, which is also the confidence to become the leader of the second generation of Chang'an.

Since the Chang'an County Government issued a notice to Yang Fan to clarify his name, the people of Chang'an have blown Yang Fan into a scattered manner, and the more they spread, he became more and more amazing. As the leader of the second generation ancestor, he certainly was not convinced.

Hearing Chai Lingwu's words, Yang Fan frowned and said to himself: "This guy really deserves a beating. He dares to call him grandpa in front of him. If he doesn't beat you into a pig's head, I will write the word Yang upside down."

He stopped the servant who wanted to come and help, jumped off his horse and went straight to the open space beside him. Yang Fan explained his attitude with his actions.

Seeing this posture, Chai Lingwu became even more excited. He was a warlike madman and had never silenced his fight.

However, as soon as he jumped off the horse, he was grabbed by a creamy young man behind him. At the same time, he said to Yang Fan: "Brother Zhongyi, Brother Chai is drunk too much, please don't care. Let's take him away now..." Then he winked at Chai Lingwu.

This surprised Yang Fan a little. Unexpectedly, there was still someone who understood and regretted that he could not vent his anger.

Chai Lingwu roared and pulled it out casually. The buttery little student flew out instantly, waving his fist as big as a sandbag and ran towards Yang Fan.

In fact, it is no wonder that Chai Lingwu is like this. Although he has a little bit of a sharp tongue, his mind is not too bad. He does nothing on weekdays, so he seems lawless.

I advised him at this time, don’t you obviously think that he is not as good as Yang Fan? He is so proud and vain that he can’t bear it.

Unfortunately, no matter how angry the sheep is, it is just a sheep and can never turn into a tiger, let alone Yang Fan is the king of tigers.

Yang Fan raised his foot and kicked Chai Lingwu in the chest. Chai Lingwu, who was like a bull, flew out in an instant.

Just as Chai Lingwu was stunned and wanted to get up, he heard a crackling slap and quickly fainted gloriously. Perhaps his mother could not recognize him now even if she resurrected her.

Seeing Yang Fan so fierce, several young men in brocade clothing following him were so scared that they retreated repeatedly, fearing that they would be implicated.

Seeing Yang Fan for a while, there was no movement, he plucked up his courage and said, "Brother Zhongyi, how could you be so cruel? Brother Chai just drank too much, and as for beating him like this?"

After a fight, his mood improved a lot and he was too lazy to pay attention to these second-generation ancestors. Yang Fan hooked his hands and said, "You know who made the first move. If there is a problem with your eyes, you can go and find a doctor. If there is a problem with your brain, you can find an explanation now and don't waste my time."

A group of young men in brocade robes looked at me and I looked at you. They had to tremble and help Chai Lingwu, who had fainted, slapped his horse and left, and they wanted to grow more legs now.

This is just a small episode. Yang Fan didn't take it seriously, but he never thought that many stories would happen in the future.

Yang Fan returned to the mansion and before he could sit for a while, Fang Yiai and Du He came to the Yang Mansion.

As soon as they sat down, the two of them were too scattered, "Brother Yishan, you finally came back. I heard that you beat the boy Chai Lingwu upset just now."

Pour a cup of tea for the two of you. Yang Fan smiled slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Look at your gloating look, you won't have any grudges against him."

Fang Yiai touched her head silly and shook her head, "It's actually not a grudge, I just can't stand the boy's squid look."

"Oh, that's true..." Yang Fan replied with a smile on his face.

Only then did Du He explain that the group of second-generation ancestors in Chang'an City were actually a small group.

After all, none of these people can inherit their father's titles, so they are all people who share the same illness and it is normal to play together.

Fang Yiai and Du He also belong to this type of people, but they are all competitive people, and Chai Lingwu is the most capable of fighting among this group of people, and he can be regarded as a martial arts fanatic.

Usually, they usually compete to compete for the best and worst. Fang Yiai and Du He were naturally deeply affected. Now seeing Chai Lingwu being defeated, of course, I felt a little excited in my heart.

Of course, they are not enemies, they just want to see Chai Lingwu make a fool of themselves.

"What a group of carefree second-generation ancestors. They don't know each other without fighting. I instantly felt that Chai Lingwu was not so annoying. No wonder several people rebelled together and were beheaded together."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan nodded, and it turned out to be so, so he continued to ask: "You won't come to determine whether this news is true or not?"

Fang Yiai and the others picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea and replied: "Of course not. Didn't Brother Yishan just come back? As brothers, of course we have to welcome you as soon as possible. We have covered the venue, so please give me a look."

The two of them looked a little stupid, but they had to say that they were quite good at doing things. Just a few simple words made the distance between them unknowingly narrowed a lot.

They are truly worthy of being a famous family. These people are not stupid. All they lack is an opportunity, but the background of the times makes them only a debauchery second-generation ancestor.

If these people were born into modern society, they were the kind of people who were versatile and had both black and white in society, and the chances of success were very high.

Since they were willing, Yang Fan would certainly not refuse. Not long after, several people came to Pingkangfang.

After so long in Chang'an, Yang Fan really didn't visit Chang'an City, and this Pingkangfang also made him a little new.

Through Fang Yiai and his introduction, Yang Fan then gained a preliminary understanding.

Well, what do you mean? In fact, the layout of Pingkangfang is very interesting.

There are not only Taoist temples here, but also many houses of court ministers and scholars. What’s more nonsense is that brothels gather here.

This layout has to make Yang Fan think a lot.

Could it be that these singers are used to test the minds and natures of these monks and ministers?

They won't often use the excuse of "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

It’s somewhat of a bit of using power for personal gain, of course, it may be that Yang Fan has thought too much!

The brothels in Pingkangfang are divided into three, six and nine grades, among which the third grade is the lowest grade, because ordinary people can open it, and the singers in it are relatively poor. The sixth grade is opened by the nobles of aristocratic families, while the ninth grade is exclusively operated by the court, and most of the singers in it are the families of criminals.

However, the higher the level, the higher the consumption, and it is common for a thousand gold medals overnight. Therefore, those who enter high-level clubs are usually princes, nobles, or wealthy merchants and wealthy people.

This time, Fang Yiai and the others also seemed to have invested a lot and came directly to the brothel opened by the imperial court, Piaoxianglou.

As soon as I entered, although the lighting was not as bright as the modern high-end club, the atmosphere was well set off.

Several bands are quite particular about playing and singing. The official prostitutes who can be seen everywhere are coquettish, all of whom are beautiful and charming.

The smallpox plague some time ago not only closed the place for a while, but also caused a lot of business to be blew up because the court's disaster relief was a disaster.

The madam was immediately happy when she saw several people coming in. She deliberately unbuttoned the cloth buckles on her chest, and instantly revealed a large piece of pink and tenderness. She quickly came up to meet her.

"Masters, do you have any girls you know? I'll arrange it for you..."

Fang Yiai and the other two were familiar with the road. While getting stuck, they said, "First find a few people who are neat, my brother is very busy and needs to wash it first."

Then he turned his head and smiled at Yang Fan and asked, "Brothers of Good Deeds, should I be able to purify the six senses?"

The six senses are pure? What the hell is this? What is the Buddhist thing?

Through Du He's whisper, Yang Fan instantly felt that he was a leopard. He originally thought he had more than a thousand more experience than them, but now he realized that he was more than a thousand behind them.

It turns out that the six senses are pure here: one presses the head, four presses the hands and feet, and the last one experiences it yourself.
Chapter completed!