In a spacious but relatively quiet street in Xingcheng, there is a courtyard that occupies a large area.
The courtyard has extremely high walls, a huge porch, gold tiles and white walls, and a deep courtyard. It is a very famous high-end brothel in the wealthy circles of Xingcheng, named Fentian.
In the Burning Sky, there is a lot of money and wealth, and beauties are like rain. But the beauties here are all geishas who are performing arts but not selling themselves. Therefore, some people say that this is a brothel, but some people only say that this is a place for listening to music and watching operas. Generally speaking, the restaurants are suitable.
But no matter what it is called, this is a place where there is no shortage of wine, sex and wealth. It is the most secular place in the world under the mountain.
Therefore, when the invited monks on the mountain heard that Yun Bailou had chosen this banquet venue, something meaningful had already spread. Coming or not coming was already a very important choice and attitude in itself.
Earlier that day, just after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky, Yunbailou had already arrived at Fentian, passed through open courtyards, and finally entered the deepest place, where red carpets paved the floor and mink chairs were used. , gold and silver utensils, dragons and phoenixes for food, wealth and luxury beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Yun Bailou didn't even look at it, he just went to sit down upstairs, straightened his clothes and sleeves, then ignored everything around him and closed his eyes to rest.
At noon, waves of guests arrived one after another, led by the brown-robed woman. Seeing that Yun Bailou seemed to be taking a nap, they also stopped talking, took their seats quietly, and each began to meditate.
The atmosphere was strange for a moment.
At noon, the brown-robed woman came to Yun Bailou and whispered something. Yun Bailou opened his eyes and woke up. With just a smile, the previous dull atmosphere in the house was cleared away.
For a time, even the mountain visitors who had been cultivating their minds for many years were stunned.
Yun Bailou didn't care at all about the performance of everyone present. He toasted to welcome him and made the atmosphere lively with his opening remarks. Soon they were drinking and drinking, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.
Then a group of beautiful women entered the banquet with fluttering clothes. They were solemn and natural, as if they were really fairies on the mountain, as invulnerable as they were.
Some of them were holding pipa, and some were holding flutes and flutes. Their bodies were light, playing or dancing, walking among the guests, and seemed to be outside the banquet.
Yun Bailou and the monks on the mountain seemed to turn a blind eye to everything around them. They were reserved and solemn, as if they were having a banquet, and they seemed to be going through a mental tribulation.
After drinking for three rounds, Yun Bailou was already tipsy. With only the strength of a first-level practitioner, he discussed the method of cultivation with the third-level cultivators present, and some of his insights turned out to be extraordinary.
Then he talked about the general trend of the world, especially the current situation in Hanzhou in the southwest, which included not only the princes at the foot of the mountain, but also the forces on the mountain. The monk's heart is impressive.
It wasn't until the sun set that Yun Bailou, who was already impressed by others, showed signs of fatigue. A group of monks stood up to leave, but Yun Bailou still managed to send everyone out of Fentian Gate and said goodbye reluctantly.
After all the guests had gone away, Yun Bailou swayed slightly and returned to the place where the banquet was held. The group of warblers and swallows had already disappeared. Fentian closed the door to thank the guests, and it became his own brothel.
Yun Bailou sat back in his seat, his face no longer showing the slightest trace of fatigue. A pair of wonderful eyes slowly swept over the empty seats, pausing at a few of them for a moment, waiting for everyone. After reading all the vacant seats, he slowly closed his eyes, meditated and thought for a while, then looked at the mess on the table in front of him and asked, "What's going on over there in Luochuan?"
The brown-robed woman who appeared beside him at some unknown time replied, "It was over earlier. We even sent someone to send the little girl back to Tingfeng Pavilion. It's fair and aboveboard. The decision should have been made."
"Okay," Yun Bailou raised the corners of his mouth slightly and continued to ask without opening his eyes, "Don't let Xianwu go to find her again tonight. You have to take it slow to avoid..." He suddenly He smiled again and said, "Forget it, there is no need to say it. He is much better at this kind of thing than us. Let him do what he wants."
"Yes," the brown-robed woman nodded, and then asked, "The woman who has always been around us in the past few days, the young master said earlier when we were in Anling that he wanted... her head," A flush flashed across her face, her eyes glared, and then she looked at Yun Bailou and became tender again, "At this time, I will kill her, right...?" !”
"Don't add extraneous details to avoid losing the big for the small. We have made enough moves in this layout. Any more will risk breaking the situation," Yun Bailou said, "Just let her live for a few more days. In the end, it will be the same." To die."
"Well..." The brown-robed woman responded softly, lowered her head, and then said as if she remembered something, "Just now, Meng Jiaoyang left the Summer Palace and went to the Xiaoyao Valley Villa. Then Yan Siyu I also went to Xiaoyao Valley...should we send someone there too?"
"No, but we need to cheer up the people around Yan Siyu, lest this rabbit becomes anxious, bites people randomly, and ruins our affairs..." Yun Bailou still closed his eyes and asked, " Qinglanzi will return to Xingcheng soon, right?"
"Yes, probably later today," the brown-robed woman replied.
"Tell Yun Yi to be careful, there can't be any problems with her," Yun Bailou softened his tone, "I will go to the Golden Sword Gate tonight, you go first to say hello to Master Ling An... ."
"Yes," the brown-robed woman responded obediently and said, "The prefect still went to Tingfeng Pavilion today, but it was said that the conversation was still light. Tingfeng Pavilion was still polite, but... "
Yun Bailou opened his eyes and looked at the brown-robed woman, and smiled, "Don't worry, he won't need to do this anymore tomorrow." His eyes slowly swept across the empty chairs in front of him again, and on the other few He paused for a moment at an inconspicuous place at the back, then turned to look at the brown-robed woman, "You are a little different from usual today. Do you have something you want to say?"
The brown-robed woman's face was startled, and then full of panic. She hid her hands in her sleeves and clenched them tightly, and said in a voice just louder than a mosquito's hum, "There is something, but I didn't mean to deceive the young master. ....."
She timidly looked at Yun Bailou, her face full of grievances, her eyes slightly moist, "It's still about... Luochuan..."
"Oh?" Yun Bailou said in surprise, "You mean it's about Luochuan, not Lijun?!"
The woman in brown robe nodded, "It should be...about him..."
Yun Bailou was not angry when he saw that she still didn't want to say anything. He just stood up and walked out, "Is there someone else who is eyeing him?"
The woman in the brown robe hesitated for a moment before nodding, "In recent days, there has been a mix of dragons and snakes in Xingcheng. There are really more people of unknown origins. There are a few... I think they are probably targeting him... ..”
"He is no longer a child," Yun Bailou smiled brightly, "If one day he really dies at Xiao Xiao's hands, then... I can only blame him for being too weak... ..”
