Click.

The door was gently pushed open.

A clearer scent of incense hit my face.

The room was dark, with white and light red curved patterns spreading on the walls and floor.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that they were carpets and tapestries.

The light was a little dim, and in the corners of the room, black candles as thick as arms were placed everywhere, some lit and some extinguished.

Zhang Rongfang walked in slowly and glanced around.

There were no tables or chairs in the entire room, only gray straw futons of the same size placed on the floor.

The bed facing the door was covered with a silver-white mattress.

Deeper than the bed, a thick white bead curtain hangs down, blocking the view inside.

The figure of a graceful woman was vaguely silhouetted from behind the bead curtain.

Zhang Rongfang looked carefully and couldn't see the other person's face clearly. He could only see through some gaps that the other person had full curves, fair complexion, and a round waist.

The upper body is round and convex, and the body proportions are precarious, extremely perfect.

Ding.....

There is another person on the bed.

It is also a woman's figure, sitting on her knees, holding a small hammer in her hand, gently tapping something in front of her.

After Zhang Rongfang entered the door, the thing made a clear and long metallic echo.

"Please sit down." The woman behind the bead curtain said slowly.

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang walked over and sat down cross-legged on a futon in front of the bed.

He looked at the other person carefully. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could vaguely distinguish the appearance of the woman who was speaking.

He has seen many beautiful women, such as his elder sister Zhang Rongyu, Lu Meisha, Tiannu Tongzhang, and the original Lin Qixiao. These are all women with good looks.

But no one has ever given him the impression and feelings of the woman in front of him.

The woman was faintly visible, wearing a tight black sweater. The sweater extended from her shoulders to the middle of her thighs, revealing her round and slender white legs.

The tight curves are also completely highlighted by the sweater, giving people an unusually soft and full feeling.

But the woman's face is full of contradictions.

She is obviously very charming and beautiful, but her expression is soft, dignified and clear.

This contradiction between body and temperament, coupled with the abnormality when entering the room before.

Zhang Rongfang unconsciously became more vigilant.

Love comes from the heart. Such a temperament cannot be cultivated by ordinary people.

"Ms. Gong, my Excellency Zhang Rongfang, I learned that the lady is proficient in lock text and came to ask for advice."

He stopped talking nonsense and directly stated his purpose.

The sound echoed in the room, and slowly became quiet again amid the clear percussion of the strange instrument.

"Suowen?" Gong Shuyin asked, "Young master, you know that there are more than twelve kinds of suowen that have been handed down to this day. Which one do you want to learn?"

Her voice was very soft, neither impatient nor impatient, and spoke soothingly.

"This..." Zhang Rongfang frowned and thought for a moment, "Can I give you a pen and a piece of paper?"

Soon, behind the bead curtain, a petite and beautiful woman covered with a white veil came out and handed Zhang Rongfang a set of pen and paper.

This woman had black hair shawl and her eyes were bright and watery, as if she was about to cry at any moment, feeling aggrieved.

His facial features are delicate and shy, and he has an inexplicable fragrance when he comes down.

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang took the pen and paper and quickly wrote down two scriptures and silk locks that he still remembered clearly.

What he wanted to learn was the words on the original secret scroll.

The paper was sent in, and soon Gong Shuyin responded.

"This is Boda Gan script, one of the scripts created specifically for sacrifices in the past. It is not very difficult. It consists of a total of thirty-seven characters forming the basic unit."

"So, I'll trouble Miss Gong." Zhang Rongfang took out the prepared teaching fees from his sleeve, which was a bag of silver wrapped in white cloth.

Place the money on the ground and push it gently.

Zhang Rongfang looked up and looked at the maid-like woman slowly picking up the silver wallet and entering the bead curtain.

Somehow, Zhang Rongfang always felt that something was wrong with this maid-like woman.

But I can't say what's wrong.

"Since Mr. Zhang is so generous, shall we start today?" Gong Shuyin asked.

"It all depends on Mr.'s arrangement."

Since we want to learn knowledge from the other party, we must naturally give him the necessary respect.

In this era, sir is generally used as a respectful title for knowledgeable and cultured people, regardless of gender.

"Then, let's start with the origin of Boda Ganwen..." Gong Shuyin said softly.

Her voice is gentle and clear, not loud, but not drowsy.

Unknowingly, as the other party explained, Zhang Rongfang gradually entered the state.

No matter what the identity of the other party is, he is here just to make a transaction and just learn about lock text.

The rest of the other party's secrets have nothing to do with him.

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Outside Wushan City, Lanying County.

"Get away!"

In a private house, several strong men with thick waists and round arms kicked away the middle-aged man who was blocking the road.

Several people held a beautiful girl with a pure appearance in one hand and walked out of the gate.

These girls are only fifteen or sixteen years old. What is amazing is that their appearance and figure are all very similar.

They turned out to be very rare triplets.

"Daddy!"

"Let me go! Help!"

"You evildoers will be punished one day!"

The three girls struggled and beat themselves up before being forced into a waiting carriage on the roadside.

The car door slammed shut.

The remaining two strong men walked up to the struggling middle-aged man.

"Don't blame us. You owe us so much money and you can't pay it back. We're just barbarians. Apart from your three daughters, what else can you give us in return?"

"I... don't owe you anything..." The man struggled to get up, but was kicked hard in the chest by someone and rolled out.

He couldn't breathe out, and his complexion suddenly turned pale and purple.

He didn't know what was going on at all. He didn't gamble or do business at all. He just lived his life honestly by farming. Why...how...

"You dare to quibble! If you don't pay back the money you owe, I'll beat you to death without having to go to court!" A big man interrupted him loudly, then rushed forward and kicked him again.

The man who kicked him rolled out again, his body trembled several times and he couldn't move.

When the alarmed residents around heard this, some who wanted to speak out in a righteous manner stopped.

Not paying back the money you owe and selling your children to pay off the debt is a matter of course in the Great Spirit.

Daling allowed human trafficking, and people who sold their bodies here were called expelled people.

Even spiritual people will become slaves and be sold if the situation is bad.

Not to mention these ordinary families.

Not long after, the middle-aged man finally struggled to raise his head, and people around him saw that his face was covered in blood, and blood was constantly flowing from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

"Why...why..."

"Why!!!"

The man finally used all his strength, raised his head and shouted.

Then his head tilted, his body hit the ground, and he lost his breath.

In the distance, a swordsman wearing a bamboo hat unconsciously clenched the handle of the knife in his hand.
To be continued...