"What's going on in your Ningxiang Building? Don't all the little girls know how to serve people?" He gathered his wine glasses and looked at everyone with evil eyes, "There really is no one that can catch my eye. .”
As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Ask your bustard from Ningxiang Tower to serve me. If I am happy, I will give you more Yuan Yang..."
"Where did you come from, you bastard? Do you know where our Ningxiang Building is?" The guard of Ningxiang Building warned, but the drunk man had no thoughts, and the words he said had never entered his mind. , "I don't care where you are, isn't it just a place to serve people? Why, I have spiritual stones and magic weapons. Can't you still trust your bustard sister of Ningxiang Tower? Why are you pretending to be chaste?"
His words caused some noise among the people below. Some people used this to judge the temperament of the Madam of Ningxiang Tower. Some people just thought that this guy would end up here sooner or later.
Ningxiang Tower is a well-known brothel in Tianfeng County, and it is the most popular Hehuan Holy Land in the Hehuan Sect. Even many disciples from the righteous sect will secretly come to Ningxiang Tower for a night of double cultivation. Although it will hurt Yuanyang, it can still Even the most sanctimonious guy is eager to get happiness that he can't usually get, so he is implicated a lot.
"This guest..." At this moment, a soft voice came from above, and the voice fell softly, like a light feather brushing over the heart, making the person tremble.
Everyone looked up and swallowed their saliva, only to see the Madam of Ningxiang Tower leaning lazily on the railing on the second floor. The smile on her lips and the charming look in her eyes made people just want to drown in it.
The drunk cultivator raised his eyes and looked up, his saliva flowing down unconsciously. "Zhao Ning" was even more disgusted in his heart, but he still maintained that charming and charming look on his face.
"Why are you so impatient, sir? If the sisters on the first floor can't serve you well, come to the second floor and give it a try. Anyone from Ningxiang Tower will be accepted, as long as you have enough Yuanyang..."
"Zhao Ning" tilted down slightly, using straightforward words to seduce. The next moment, she raised her eyebrows and turned around, like some kind of invitation.
Everyone knows that on the second floor of Ningxiang Building, whether you will be happy or die suddenly depends on luck.
After all, the man couldn't stand it anymore and ran upwards in three steps. As soon as he reached the second floor, he was stopped by Wanxiang and several sisters. Wanxiang smiled and said, "Sir, what are you in a hurry for? This way, sisters." Let’s wait for you first, Sister Ning will be here soon.”
As he said that, he flicked his shawl, and he was so lost that he followed her into the room blankly.
It was still the same room as before. "Zhao Ning" walked to the bed. The curtains had not been lifted. Only his two feet were exposed, already exuding a dead air.
"Zhao Ning" had eyes filled with disgust, and with a wave of his hand, the corpse dissipated into ashes bit by bit starting from the feet.
At this time, he heard a call from behind, "Zhao Ning" raised his head, and saw mist gradually appearing in the bronze mirror. The mist cleared away, and a figure whose appearance could not be seen clearly appeared.
"Zhao Ning" bowed respectfully, "Master."
"Yes." The other party responded, and then reminded, "We must get the Fengying Sect's spiritual treasure. This is the key to our foothold in Tianfeng County."
"Zhao Ning" responded, "Master, don't worry, I have already told the sisters about this matter. If necessary, I will personally 'entertain' the senior brothers of Fengying Sect."
The title of "senior brothers" is curled up, with a seductive meaning that cannot be ignored.
Satisfied laughter came from the light and shadow, and there were even appraising glances from top to bottom, and a boastful voice came, "Ning'er is the most proud disciple of our entire Hehuan Sect. You shouldn't be outside anymore, you should go back to Huanmen Sect." ”
"Zhao Ning" suppressed her excitement, "Ning'er will be a member of the Hehuan Sect in this life, no matter inside or outside, but she will obey the orders of the sect master." "Hahaha, I know." The voice suddenly became cold, "But, here Before, you wanted to kill the young master of the Fengying Sect."
"Zhao Ning" was stunned. She knew very little about the young master of the Fengying Sect, but such a request was unexpected. She thought that all she needed to do was win the spirit treasure, but in order to return to the Hehuan Sect, she bowed Yingying. "Ning'er will live up to expectations."
"Okay, okay..." The voice laughed again, with a somewhat ambiguous tone, "When the task is completed, I will let you come to my side..."
The voice disappeared after saying the last sentence, and the bronze mirror returned to its mirror surface, reflecting the appearance of "Zhao Ning". The charming eyes were filled with disgust, struggle, desire, powerlessness and other weird and complex emotions.
She sat down in the bronze mirror again, seemingly not withdrawing from her emotions, just staring blankly at the reflection in the mirror.
At some point, the reflection in the mirror became a little strange. She was obviously still charming, but her eyes were clear and clean, deep and transparent, so that the charm seemed to have a cold meaning.
A disembodied voice sounded in Zhao Ning's ears, "Are you really passionate about this kind of life?"
"Zhao Ning" didn't seem to realize the strangeness in the mirror and the voice. She slowly lowered her head, feeling depressed. She heard the voice, but took it as a self-questioning question.
After a long time, "Zhao Ning" raised his head, looking confused, and his eyes wandered around the room until his eyes finally settled on the big bed.
She stood up and walked towards the big bed. Her reflection in the mirror disappeared, and the strange situation disappeared. She opened the curtains and saw that the bed was in a mess, with black fly ash scattered around, mixed with an unpleasant smell.
But "Zhao Ning" didn't care about this. She opened the bed and opened the secret compartment on the bedside. There was a picture scroll in the secret compartment.
It seemed to be a treasure that she cherished extremely. She was careful when taking it, and even used a spell to prevent any ash and smell from being contaminated.
She hid the scroll on her chest, left the big bed, and walked to the more elegant inner room on the other side. There was a desk in the inner room with a long piano placed on it.
"Zhao Ning" sat down behind the desk, lowered his eyes and caressed the scroll, and opened the lace bit by bit. The lace fell down, and the scroll was unfolded bit by bit.
Even Zhao Ning had a trace of curiosity and watched through "Zhao Ning's" eyes.
First, there are high mountains and high mountains, where the Immortal Sect's Lingfu is hidden, and then there is a dilapidated tea shop in front of the high mountains and high mountains. On the other side of the tea shop, a faceless figure is drawn. The figure is tall and straight, with a sword. It seems to be a bit colder, and even if the face is not painted, you can still see the handsome appearance.
Zhao Ning regained consciousness for a moment, and she suspected that this figure looked somewhat like...
As a result, Zhao Ning became more curious.
Then he saw "Zhao Ning" reaching out to touch the figure, his fingertips falling on the face without facial features, and he paused for a long time.
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. "Zhao Ning" didn't even have time to hide the scroll before it was seen through by Wanxiang who came in twisting her waist.
When she saw the scroll, Wanxiang didn't care at all, "Sister Ning, why are you looking at this scroll again? If you miss him, draw his appearance, and the sisters will find him for you immediately."
"Zhao Ning" saw that he had been exposed, so he no longer hid the scroll in a panic, but he was also unwilling to show the person in the scroll to Wanxiang, so he rolled the scroll slowly and carefully, "Don't say any more."
Wanxiang glanced at her with a smile, then sat down on the other side of the desk like a boneless person, staring straight at "Zhao Ning".
"Okay, good sister, I know this is the 'god' in your heart, we can't mention it, otherwise it will be blasphemy."
Zhao Ning's consciousness was silent for a moment.
But the leading "Zhao Ning" glared at Wanxiang, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Why am I talking nonsense? This immortal saved your life in the mortal world and pointed out the way to the Immortal Mansion for Sister Ning. He really is an 'immortal guiding the way'. My sister will remember it in my heart. It is natural and normal. "
Zhao Ning's consciousness turned, and she had some doubts in her heart. Did this "Zhao Ning" have a similar experience to herself?
Wanxiang continued to say, "Sister Ning, it's not that Wanxiang is too talkative, it's really Wanxiang who can't understand. My sister is already in the late stage of foundation building in just ten years. Who can have such talent as my sister and truly return to the sect?" Finally, he is definitely the proud son of heaven, and by then this 'immortal' may not be worthy of my sister."
"Zhao Ning" didn't speak, just stared at the scroll in his hand.
Wanxiang gave a strange look, "Is it possible that sister is still obsessed with our way of cultivation?"
"No." "Zhao Ning" suddenly interrupted, probably feeling that he was too abrupt, so he forcibly changed the subject, "How is that person just now? Is he dead?"
Wanxiang glanced at "Zhao Ning" and wisely stopped mentioning the topic, "Dead, how can there be a living person under Wanxiang's body, haha."
"Zhao Ning" stood up without changing his expression and put the scroll in his hand back into the secret compartment.
Wanxiang continued, "However, that guy seems to be a staff member of the county government."
"Zhao Ning" turned around and looked at her, "What do you know?"
"The county invites people from the Fengying Sect to be guests in the mansion." Wanxiang looked at "Zhao Ning" and said, "Sister, are we going to do something?"
"Of course..." "Zhao Ning" said coldly, "How could you miss such a good opportunity? Go and tell the county government that our Ningxiang Tower has agreed to attend the banquet, and I will go there in person."
Wanxiang smiled and said, "No one can escape from my sister's skirt."
"Zhao Ning" didn't speak, but the look in his eyes became more sinister, indicating that some kind of murderous intention was brewing.
In the next few days, Ningxiang Tower remained as before. "Zhao Ning" was probably preparing for the county banquet and was often alone in the room.
Zhao Ning followed this shadow for several days, but no familiar figure appeared. Things became more and more interesting for Zhao Ning.
Until the day of the county government banquet, "Zhao Ning" hugged Qin and boarded the county government's sedan. The gauze curtains fell around the sedan. The sedan was raised high, and the wind blew, revealing the people sitting inside. With her charming appearance, many passers-by followed her.
Zhao Ning's consciousness passed over Tianfeng County, and he felt that Tianfeng County was very similar to the Yanzhou cultivation world in Kyushu. This is a cultivation city built with the city as the main city. The city owner is the most powerful family head in the entire city. , the county families in Tianfeng County here believed in Huangfu.
The sedan entered the county mansion, and was greeted only by the county's foundation building manager. No one from Fengying Sect arrived. "Zhao Ning" was led into the painted boat. Opposite the painted boat was the main venue for today's banquet.
It was obvious that the county government was very concerned about this banquet. Everything was arranged very carefully. The boys came and went, but they did not dare to deviate from the path, for fear that if they went astray by mistake, the entire banquet would be disrupted. situation.
"Zhao Ning" took a seat in the painting boat, lowered his eyes and wiped the Changqin. There were all kinds of peeping eyes around him, but he didn't care at all.
After a while, the young master from the mansion came. The two of them looked at "Zhao Ning" one up and one down. Standing in front of the desk, the taller one crouched down impatiently, reaching out to touch "Zhao Ning", but he couldn't. Avoided without a trace.
Another person laughed and said, "What are you avoiding, Sister Bustard? Is it because this is the county government, not Ningxiang Tower, so she is shy."
"Zhao Ning" gave them a flirtatious look, "If you mess around during the banquet, it will be delayed. If the two young masters are in the mood, why not get together again at Ningxiang Pavilion."
The two of them wanted to say something, but they heard a sound not far away. It was the master of the house leading people from the Fengying Sect. Naturally, they did not dare to act blindly and quickly avoided it.
"Zhao Ning" couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound, but this time he paused.
The sound of conversation in the verandah was obscured by the trees outside, but the two leaders could still be seen. One of them was tall, slender and straight, like a pine or a cypress.
Zhao Ning, whose consciousness was implicated, also paused, but it was a little strange, because...
The few people walked out of the corridor and showed their appearance. The man who was focused on was very handsome and handsome, but... Zhao Ning was unfamiliar.
It's not his uncle. Zhao Ning thought silently.
Her consciousness flashed around her, and she always felt that something was wrong. She could feel Qin Keyuan's aura in the county mansion, but the person she had high hopes for was not Qin Keyuan.
At this moment, "Zhao Ning" seemed to have suffered some serious injury, his expression was dull, and his eyes were completely focused on the tall man.
The tall man seemed to notice the gaze. He looked over with a hint of surprise in his expression.
At the same time, the head of the county palace seemed to be following the tall man's attention, and his eyes followed him. His glance was casual, but suddenly he became a little more serious.
Zhao Ning's consciousness was strangely looking at the people in the county mansion one by one. When he noticed the gaze, he withdrew his consciousness and paid attention instead. He saw the master of the palace smiling and saying, "Young Master Lin Yuan, come, please take a seat."
Lin Yuan? When Zhao Ning's consciousness moved, if he was controlled by the main body, he would have raised his eyebrows, which made him feel even more interesting.
"Master Huangfu, please come first. We are the ones causing trouble this time."
The two of them chatted and laughed and took their seats. When they sat down, everyone at the banquet noticed the "Zhao Ning" on the boat. The charming appearance made everyone's eyes focus blankly, and they didn't know what to do for a moment. do what.
And at this moment, "Zhao Ning", who was still watching Lin Yuan, happened to look at Lin Yuan.
When they looked at each other, Lin Yuan wanted to finally realize something, and stood up suddenly, "You..."
Before the words were spoken, he heard the head of the Huangfu family tapping the desk with his finger. Lin Yuan paused. He turned his eyes and saw the Huangfu family head asking with a half-smile, "What's the matter, Young Master Lin Yuan?"
The head of the Huangfu family fell on "Zhao Ning". "Zhao Ning" felt that this look seemed to see through everything, which made her heart tremble. She even subconsciously withdrew her gaze from Lin Yuan. She pressed her hands on the piano. On the string, he suppressed the turmoil of emotions.
If Zhao Ning can sense "Zhao Ning's" thoughts at the same time, this Lin Yuan is the person in the picture scroll and the person named by the Hehuan Sect's master to kill. As long as she kills Lin Yuan, she can enter the Hehuan Sect and escape. Now she was in a humiliating state, but Lin Yuan was the one she cared about.
Maybe the Huangfu family leader's gaze was too direct. Lin Yuan suddenly left the seat and blocked the Huangfu family leader's line of sight.
His eyes were forced to fall on Lin Yuan. The head of the Huangfu family leaned back slightly and asked with a smile, "Young Master Lin Yuan, what's going on?"
"I...this..." Lin Yuan didn't think of an excuse at all for a while, but he was calm enough, "We are here to discuss business this time, why did we invite the piano girl?"
The head of the Huangfu family did not speak, but glanced to the side. The county housekeeper bowed his head and took a half step forward, "Even if it's business, it's time to talk elegantly. If it's a harp, there's only one harp."
Originally, he just stated the matter honestly, but instead he hinted at some kind of answer. If it wasn't Qin, other answers were also possible.
Lin Yuan's eyes tightened, and he wanted to see "Zhao Ning" but resisted.
The head of the Huangfu family paid attention to his expression, and suddenly said quietly, "Then please ask Fairy Ning to go inside the painting boat, otherwise, the young master's thoughts will be disturbed."
"Zhao Ning" paused, and the emotions in her heart were mixed with all kinds of emotions. Zhao Ning felt it so clearly. At a certain moment when her emotions fluctuated the most, Zhao Ning even had the illusion of empathizing with her.
"Zhao Ning" stared blankly at Lin Yuan's back, knowing that Lin Yuan recognized her.
