Chapter 94: I’m very melancholy right now

In the world of swordsmanship, everything is invincible, except speed.

Ye Yingxiu did the opposite and practiced a "quiet" formula. Ordinary people may not understand it, but how could Tang Hui not understand the mystery of it.

This time, only Ye Yingxiu passed the test, which is the best proof.

"You guys go practice your sword." Tang Hui waved to Ye Yingxiu and Tang Yan, and then said to Ye Shaoqing: "Ye Shaoqing, let's go out for a walk."

Ye Yingxiu knew that Tang Hui failed to attack the realm and was in a bad mood. She planned to go out for a walk to relax, so she didn't say much. Tang Yan pursed her lips and said, "Master, I want to go too."

"Have you finished practicing calligraphy?" Tang Hui asked casually.

Tang Yan hesitated and said: "It's almost over. Anyway, I will go wherever the master goes. I can't let you leave me anymore."

Tang Hui said with a headache: "You are the senior sister now. How can you do it without anyone in the Ye family? Besides, there are more than 300 registered disciples who want to ask you, the senior sister, about their cultivation issues."

Ye Yingxiu gently pulled the corner of Tang Yan's clothes without revealing any trace. Tang Yan turned around and said, "Why are you pulling on my sleeve?"

Ye Yingxiu sighed, how could this girl not understand such a simple hint, whether she was really stupid or fake.

"That's it." Tang Hui pushed open the door and walked out, saying without looking back, "If you fail the next test again, I'm going to spank you."

Ye Shaoqing looked at Tang Yan apologetically and said, "Senior sister, then I will take the first step with the master."

After saying that, he hurriedly caught up with Tang Hui in three steps and two steps at a time, deliberately falling one position behind and not daring to walk side by side with Tang Hui.

Tang Yan wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Ye Yingxiu. Ye Yingxiu looked at Tang Hui's leaving figure and said, "If he is in a bad mood, just let him be alone?"

Tang Yan looked at Ye Yingxiu suspiciously and said, "Master is in a bad mood? Why didn't I see it?"

Ye Yingxiu said with a toothless smile: "So you are still a child, and you have never asked your master why you suddenly turned gray?"

Tang Yan glared at Ye Yingxiu and said: "I asked, the master said that the secret must not be leaked, but he didn't tell me the reason. Also, I will be fifteen years old soon, and you are only two years older than me. Don't be too old."

Treat me like a child,"

Ye Yingxiu deliberately straightened her tall chest and smiled playfully.

Facts always speak louder than words!

Tang Yan lowered her head slightly, looked at her chest, and completely lost her temper.

…

After leaving Ye Mansion in Jingzhou, Tang Hui walked aimlessly on the busy streets. Ye Shaoqing followed Tang Hui silently like a follower without saying a word.

As the two of them walked, they came to a place where a moral gentleman could both spit and swallow - a brothel.

Jingzhou was so prosperous that prostitution was so common that many merchants paid huge sums of money to support the murals and statues of bodhisattvas and goddesses in the temples. All of them were plump and lingering. Many monks and monks sighed after seeing the sculptures and murals.

Walking in the brightly lit fireworks alley, filled with arrogant mink fur merchants, Ye Shaoqing followed Tang Hui for fear of losing him. No matter what situation Tang Hui was in, he always had the same state of mind. I'm afraid he would prove that

This is how you behave when you pass through the gate of heaven.

Tang Hui somehow came to a peach blossom building with the most brilliant lights. The embroidery building was three stories high and had high hanging lanterns. It was not like the neighbor's brothel where several heavily made-up women went out to solicit business with noisy chatter and great airs.

Tang Hui suddenly stopped and looked at the signboard of Peach Blossom House in a daze.

Ye Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and sighed in his heart, "Master is also a man! I'm afraid he's exhausted after being in seclusion for so long. It's normal to go out and visit brothels."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Shaoqing threw ten taels of silver into the "Turtle Legs", a brothel that caters to the eight-hole fairy at the door. The money did not need to be weighed, and it slipped into his sleeve in an instant. The young man's smiling face immediately became attentive. This kind of goods is not simple.

, good eyesight, clever tongue, and strong body. He looked at the two people from head to toe, and decided in his mind that they were two distinguished guests who could spend a lot of money. He immediately shouted "We have guests" and actually handed them to the madam.

Secret words.

Sure enough, a woman quickly walked out of the building. However, compared to most brothel madams, this woman was younger. Ye Shaoqing's sharp eyes saw that she was the daughter of the brothel owner, commonly known as the little boss. She

Seeing Ye Shaoqing, who was in high spirits and cuddling up to her, Ye Shaoqing did not take advantage of the situation. He twisted out a banknote with his fingers, threw it into the white ravine between the woman's red silk bra, and said with a smile, "Actually, I

He is just a follower, this Young Master Tang is the protagonist."

Naturally, Ye Shaoqing would not stupidly call him master in this place, but instead used the title Mr. Tang.

The waiter then took a closer look at Tang Hui, who had white hair and was wearing a black robe. The white hair and the black robe were in sharp contrast.

In fact, it's no wonder that the little boss is clumsy, but because when comparing Tang Hui and Ye Shaoqing, just from the aura, the former has an ordinary appearance, plain clothes, and unusually dazzling white hair. At first glance, he looks like a follower or bodyguard.

, thugs and the like; while Ye Shaoqing has a dignified appearance, a jade tree facing the wind, handsome and unrestrained, coupled with rich clothes and generous spending, he looks like a rich man.

Tang Hui said nonchalantly: "I want two courtesans who can play music, not an oiran."

The little boss is in a good mood. In her line of work, she is most afraid of meeting two kinds of bastards. One is a person whose family is neither rich nor rich, but can still afford ten and a half months of enjoyment and only half a bucket of water.

, he started showing off as soon as he arrived at the brothel, wishing he could buy all the girls in the brothel.

There is also a kind of official son who has no money but is not very powerful. He eats and drinks freely because of his family background and likes to cause trouble. In the end, if he cannot solve the trouble, he will only look bad to the brothel.

The pure white-haired young master in front of me is very heart-warming. Even the servants spend a lot of money, and he is very sensible, because the expenses are not much less than those of the main oirans, and they can also give Qingguer a lot of money.

To increase their popularity, if they are a poet and scholar with a small reputation, and sing poems and poems with the girls a few times, these young men will really stand out.

Tang Hui went to the elegant room on the third floor without needing to say more. When she went up the stairs, the graceful little palmer's water snake waist was twisted much harder than usual. When she thought about it, if Mr. Tang mentioned that he wanted her to accompany him,

Even if the bid is lower, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, the handsome rich man in rich clothes considers himself a supporting role, and this ordinary-looking young man from Tang Dynasty must be on a higher level.

If we establish a relationship with this Mr. Tang and speak in Jingzhou City, it will gain some weight.

The young master arrived on the third floor and asked for a room facing the street. She kindly warned that it would be a little noisy here, but he laughed it off, and the waiter was happy to go along with it. The customer was willing to spend money unnecessarily, and she couldn't stop it by crying and shouting.

.

Pushing the door open, there was a young waiter waiting for business in the room. Ye Shaoqing, who had a pair of pink and phoenix eyes, grabbed her sleeves and quietly let her go before she went out to call another waiter.

She clamped a banknote and said with a smile: "What's the point of riding a donkey to find a donkey? Just you."

The little boss's eyes flashed with joy, and he asked knowingly, and asked with a flirtatious smile: "Then why are you looking for a donkey?"

Ye Shaoqing stopped clicking, but did not say the word "riding", and teased her heart a little. It seemed that this guy had visited a brothel a lot. If Tang Hui hadn't been here, he would probably have a lot of fun.

But these small ripples come and go in a hurry, much faster than many guys with silver gun wax poles taking off their pants and putting on their pants.

Ye Shaoqing did not sit down, but went straight out of the house, closed the door, and stood at the door with his eyes closed in concentration.

He knew in his heart who was the protagonist and who was the supporting role. Besides, he couldn't watch his master do the male-female thing with his own eyes. He couldn't stay too far away. The master was not a worldly person. What if he didn't have gold, silver, or soft goods on him?

Is it possible to use a lot of spiritual stones to pay for whoring?

How could these common people know that even a low-grade spiritual stone is worth tens of thousands of taels of gold?

The little waiter announced the name of the flower, Peony. It was a vulgar name anywhere, let alone in a brothel. He then introduced the Qinghuaner with whom she had a good relationship, named Qiangwei. There was a bamboo cage inside the house.

Parrot, its feathers are as white as snow.

While Mudan was talking, Tang Hui touched the brass incense burner placed on the table, then kept tilting his head and tapping the brass incense burner with his fingers. Not only did Mudan find it interesting, but Qiangwei, who was obviously not familiar with serving the guests,

, there are also some eyes with surprise, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

When I was in a brothel, I saw a lot of rough guys smelling of alcohol, a lot of bad old men with soft and rotten flesh but smiling faces, and even a lot of scholars who were gentle when they opened the door but impatient when they closed the door.

They were amused by the young man who had the patience to deal with a cheap incense burner behind closed doors.

Tang Hui, who had been staring at the incense burner as soon as he entered the door, exhaled, blinked at the two women in the room, then knocked on the base and top of the brass incense burner, and smiled at Peony: "Listen, one bell

Once you pick up the chime, you can hear the distinct sound. You can tell by the sound that it is a good thing. Not to mention the entire incense burner, even the fragments the size of fingernails are more expensive than gold and jade. The reason why it is so valuable is because this thing is used by cultivators.

Things that have passed.”

Mu Dan could not trust the incense burner used by immortal masters, nor did she know the sound of bells and chimes. She only thought that he was an arty man who showed off his knowledge. She cast a flirtatious look and said with a sweet smile: "Young Master Tang, what are you doing?

Are you here to visit the kiln, or are you here to buy an incense burner? Besides, most of the immortal masters practice in the mountains. How can Taohualou have things used by the immortal masters? If you want it, just take it. If Peony frowns and looks back,

When Mr. Tang came to Peach Blossom House, Peony and Qiangwei didn’t even mention that they recommended themselves as pillows, but they also gave him money time and time again!”

Tang Hui shook his head with a smile, took out a large handful of gold leaves, put it on the table, and said, "Believe it or not. Anyway, I have so many gold leaves with me, and I can bear with my conscience by taking away the incense burner."

Mudan suddenly glared and said, "Mr. Tang, are you kidding me?"

The handsome young man standing outside the door dealt with silver notes, but this one dealt with real gold leaves. Isn't this a big difference?

Tang Hui sat down and asked with a smile: "Repent?"

Mudan hesitated for a moment, then said with a hearty smile: "Why are you regretting it? If Mr. Tang hadn't said anything, this incense burner would have been broken by the clumsy girl sooner or later, so she would just take the dustpan and dump it into the garbage heap. Maybe someone would find it inconvenient. But.

Since Mr. Tang is already penniless, Peony will not ask for an extra copper coin tonight, but Mr. Tang must promise to come to Peach Blossom House to visit my sister Qiangwei often in the future, okay?"

By the end of the story, Peony had already clung to Tang Hui's body. The two of them sat on the same chair, he sat on the chair and she sat on her legs, without any delay.

Peony has a graceful figure, her plump petals are cleverly ground, and her pretty face is full of charm.

At this moment of amorous feelings, even Tang Hui, who had always been calm, his heartbeat accelerated slightly. If it weren't for the inability to release the vitality before the golden elixir, Tang Hui would still have one or two thoughts to capture this little goblin on the spot.

Tang Hui patted her leg, motioned her to stand up without feeling sentimental, and said with a squinted smile: "I'm not from Jingzhou. It will be difficult for me to come to Taohualou again in the future. But I have a friend who is doing well in Jingzhou. If Taohualou is in Jingzhou,

The city is in a little trouble, I can ask them to help and say a few words. Of course, before I said that the incense burner is worth thousands of gold, you don't believe it, you don't have to believe it this time."

Tang Hui had basically never been to any other place in Jingzhou City except Ye's house, so he didn't have a lot of friends. He was just talking nonsense.

After Mudan got up, she didn't care about her pretense of being reserved. She was afraid that there would be no shop like this after passing this village. She quickly asked carefully: "Young Master Tang has made friends in Jingzhou County, but our Taohualou has a hundred and a thousand."

If you are willing, worship him as a Bodhisattva. Who is the name of Mr. Tang’s friend?”

Tang Hui glanced at the window from the corner of his eye. The Peach Blossom Building was only slightly shorter than the largest brothel in Jingzhou facing the street. Looking from here, it was clear. The incense burner fell into the hands of a discerning cultivator.
To be continued...