The next morning, the sun was shining brightly in Peony Pavilion.
Ling Feng looked up at the attic in front of him. It had four floors and eight corners, and it was very impressive. It is indeed extraordinary that such a loft could be built in this era.
"Come on, I'll take you in and have a look."
Next to her, Jiang Yuqing, dressed like a young master, pulled Ling Feng in.
The layout on the first floor is similar to that of an inn or restaurant, with several people drinking and eating. These guests are all dressed in fine clothes. It is obvious that the prices of the wine and food here are not low, and they are on the high-end route.
The shopkeeper was a pretty woman about thirty years old. When she saw Ling Feng and Jiang Yuqing walking together, she immediately smiled and said: "Qing'er, no wonder Master Han has been so diligent in his pursuit, but you ignored him. It turns out you already have a sweetheart." !”
Jiang Yuqing's pretty face turned red and she said angrily: "Aunt Lin, what are you talking about? This is the Ling Daxia I told you. He came to see Master today to discuss important matters."
At this time, a pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen years old ran over after serving the guests food and drinks, looked at Ling Feng for a few times, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Ling Daxia is not only powerful in martial arts, but also young and handsome. No wonder Sister Yuqing has always been thinking about you. !”
Jiang Yuqing immediately blushed, chased the little girl with a fan, and said, "You damn Xiaoqin, look at how talkative you are!"
Ling Feng smiled and said nothing, but he liked this harmonious atmosphere.
At this time, the shopkeeper Aunt Lin said: "Yu Qing is a good girl, Master Ling should cherish her!"
"Aunt Lin, I think you misunderstood. The total time Yuqing and I spend together is less than one day. How could she like me?" Ling Feng explained with a smile. He doesn't really think that he has a charm aura, that everyone loves him, and flowers bloom.
Aunt Lin smiled and said: "Although you have not been together for a short time, you have helped her twice. The first time I avenged her father's murder, and the second time I helped her seek justice for Lian Yue. A few days ago, Jiang Yuelong ran away from marriage, and Yuqing is still worried about you."
Several black lines suddenly appeared on Ling Feng's forehead. Although he had planned the escape, everyone thought he had been escaped.
"Aunt Lin, what are you talking about? I'm ignoring you!"
At this time, Jiang Yuqing ran over, glared at Aunt Lin, pulled Ling Feng away, and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense."
Ling Feng smiled and said, "I didn't hear anything just now."
Jiang Yuqing said: "The first floor here is a tavern, the second floor is for singing and dancing, the third floor is for listening to music, and the fourth floor is for poetry, calligraphy and painting. When we meet the master later, I will take you to have a look."
Immediately, Jiang Yuqing led Ling Feng through the back door, but there was a garden planted with various flowers, colorful and purple.
There is a door on the other side of the garden. Standing beside the door are two beautiful women wearing white dresses and swords at their waists.
A girl smiled and said: "Senior Sister Yuqing, do you want to take your sweetheart to see the master?"
Yuqing glared at her and said, "If you talk too much, I will tear your little mouth off."
However, don’t blame them for being talkative. Very few men can enter the inner courtyard of Peony Pavilion. It is usually the female disciples who are ready to get married, so they bring their sweethearts to see the Pavilion Master and obtain the Pavilion Master's consent before they can marry.
After passing through the gate of the inner courtyard, there is still a courtyard in front of you.
In the courtyard, a woman dressed in white as snow and wearing a white gauze was dancing with a sword. The swordsmanship moves are elegant, but more like a graceful dance.
Next to them stood two young women with swords, holding scabbards and scarves.
Jiang Yuqing smiled and said, "Master, we are here."
Ling Feng also looked at the sword-dancing woman. Although the gauze covered half of her face, it could still be seen from her bright eyes and looming face that she was an extremely beautiful woman. It seems that Yin Qianchou didn't lie. But what moved Ling Feng even more was the woman's cultivation. Although she didn't use her mental power to examine her carefully, she could still feel an unfathomable and powerful aura.
Bai Mudan slowly sheathed her sword, returned it to its sheath, wiped her sweat, turned her eyes to Ling Feng, and said calmly: "You are Lin Feng!"
Although few people know the name Lin Feng, none of them include the well-informed owner of the Peony Pavilion.
Ling Feng said calmly: "I am."
Bai Mudan said calmly: "The old monk said in his letter that your martial arts skills are not inferior to his. I want to see it."
"I'm not very good at martial arts, but I'm good at killing people with swordsmanship. Miss Peony, do you really want to see it?"
Ling Feng said calmly. He doesn't like the routines of these senior masters at all. When they meet, they take a martial arts test, which is quite annoying. After all, Ling Feng was the Canglang Sword Master who had been the number one in the swordfighting arena. It was inevitable that he would be arrogant, especially in front of beautiful women. This was also a weakness that was usually difficult for him to discover.
"How dare you call the Pavilion Master that way!"
The two young women immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths and said coldly. Although Bai Mudan always has the appearance of a young girl, she is already the leader of a sect, and is the thirty-third peerless master on the list. Even the county governor has to respectfully address her as the master of the pavilion when he sees her. Ling Feng is probably the only one who dares to call her Miss Peony.
Bai Mudan was not angry. She raised her hand and said calmly: "Back off!"
The two maids could only glare at Ling Feng and said in unison: "Yes, disciple, please retire!"
Jiang Yuqing didn't expect that her master would challenge Ling Feng as soon as he saw her. Ling Feng also spoke like a sword and showed his sharpness, and he was very nervous. She quickly explained: "Master, Lin Feng did not mean any disrespect."
Then, she said to Ling Feng: "Lin Feng, my master just likes to compete in martial arts, don't mind."
Ling Feng smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, your master won't do anything to me."
After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Bai Mudan, pulled out the Red Flame Sword, and said lightly: "Miss Peony, please!"
Bai Mudan smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, and the sword at Jiang Yuqing's waist flew out of the scabbard and landed in her hand.
But no one took action first, and the two men faced off like this for a while.
Bai Mudan suddenly flashed, leaving no trace of her fragrance.
Ling Feng suddenly turned around and swung his sword, but it cut through a white shadow. His face suddenly changed drastically, because a long sword stabbed at him quickly, but the strange thing was that the sword blade did not condense the sword light, but was accompanied by pink petals condensed with innate pure energy, exuding a faint floral fragrance.
Ling Feng retreated sharply to avoid this dangerous blow.
Bai Mudan waved her sword, and dozens of pink petals shot towards Ling Feng like a violent storm.
Ling Feng swung his sword so fast that no water could enter the sword net, and dozens of petals were crushed by the sword.
But those broken petals turned into a faint pink residual aura that quietly entered Ling Feng's body. When Ling Feng realized something was wrong, he found that his hands were a little weak, as if he could not hold the sword steadily. At the same time, he felt drunk, as if he was drunk and wanted to lie in bed and rest for the day.
Ling Feng's expression changed, he braced himself and said, "What is this Taoist intention?"
If he had just ordinary innate energy, he would never be able to make Ling Feng feel so drunk. Those petals must be fused with Taoism to have such a magical effect, which is dozens of times stronger than the effect of ordinary alcohol. Taoist intention is the collective name for sword intention, sword intention, etc., and this is also the threshold for advancing to become a master. If you do not understand Taoist intention, you will always be outside the threshold of Wuzong.
Bai Mudan smiled faintly and said: "This is the meaning of the peony flower that I have understood. I often use these petals to make wine, commonly known as Zuixianjiang. One petal is a jar of wine. Ordinary people would have to sleep for a whole day after drinking a jar. How much did you drink? Ten altars, but I haven’t even gotten drunk yet, that’s really impressive!”
Ling Feng was so angry that he wanted to scold her. This woman was so small-minded. She wanted to exchange for a hangover pill, but he didn't want to expose his secret in front of this woman.
At this time, Jiang Yuqing supported him and said, "Lin Feng, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he fell into Jiang Yuqing's arms.
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