Li Xiaomu moved his steps with difficulty, but the steps were in four small steps according to his intention.

Li Xiaomu heard a trembling sound, which was the sound of the "soul-inducing stone". Could it be that this woman's telepathy has reached the terrifying sixth level?

The oiran smiled charmingly, with a wrinkle on the right corner of her mouth. It seemed that she was using her greatest telekinesis power.

With a "dong" sound, Li Xiaomu took the last step, which was the last step among the seven steps of Shaking Heaven Fist.

The ground shook.

More than ten powerful rippling waves hit the oiran, and her face was deformed and twisted.

With his fingers lowered, the oiran stopped controlling his mind.

Li Xiaomu regained his composure and gathered strength to prepare for battle.

The oiran smiled and waved his hand: "You are a man, I won't let you mess around anymore."

Li Xiaomu was shocked, what tricks was this woman playing? He frowned and said, "Your telepathy has reached level six or above? You thought you wanted to control me."

"I see that your superpower is not low." The oiran said with a smile, "Is this a prelude?"

"Who will give you the prelude and the afterlude? I told you not to do that hehehe." Li Xiaomu joked.

"Then you also have to give me a small piece of 'soul-inducing stone'." The oiran looked determined to win without a doubt.

"You can cut a small strip yourself. I don't have such powerful superpowers." Li Xiaomu said angrily.

"The fact that you can get the 'Soul-Calling Stone' means you are not simple either." The oiran twitched the corner of his mouth and a dimple appeared on his right cheek, "What's your name?"

"Do you usually ask guests for their names?" Li Xiaomu was surprised.

"Normally I don't ask, but I think you are an extraordinary person. I don't mind if you give me a pseudonym." The oiran said with a smile, "When you become famous in the future, I will be proud of you when I talk about you."

thing."

"Haha, my name is Li Xiaomu." Li Xiaomu was so patted by the oiran's rainbow fart that he felt very comfortable.

"Wow, are you the Li Xiaomu from Mizhi County who used acupuncture to revive a fainting person?" The oiran's almond-shaped eyes widened, and his mouth almost became a circle.

Am I so famous?...Li Xiaomu was filled with emotion and nodded humbly.

"Do you like me?" the oiran asked with a trembling voice, eyes sparkling.

This beauty is too straightforward. Since ancient times, heroes have loved their country more than their beauty. There is nothing wrong with me, and I am not sick... Li Xiaomu nodded.

"Then you have to leave something for me, besides this 'soul-inducing stone', which I will miss a little bit in the future." The oiran's eyes were full of affection, becoming more charming and charming, and said with a smile, "If I can be famous in history in the future,

It must be your credit."

Li Xiaomu knew what she was referring to. Since ancient times, there have been many famous prostitutes who have been famous for centuries, mostly because of their poetry, calligraphy, painting and other literary and artistic works.

That Su Xiaoxiao was a singing girl in the Southern Qi Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Su Xiaoxiao was mentioned or sung by poets in Tang Dynasty poems, including Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi, Li He, Li Shangyin, Wen Tingyun, etc. Zhang Dai of the Ming Dynasty also wrote about Su Xiaoxiao.

Many poets have devoted rich emotions to her from different angles, and even Yu Qiuyu in modern times also wrote about her.

It is strange that she is not famous. It is not an exaggeration to say that she will be famous throughout the ages with these poems.

This oiran is looking for an opportunity with me... Li Xiaomu thought, but what can I give her?

Writing a poem? No inspiration at the moment.

Writing subtitles? This will do.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" Li Xiaomu asked, looking at the coffee table with a smile.

On the table next to the stove and vase, there are indeed pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

"I'll help you grind the ink." The oiran walked to the table with a smile, pointed with his right hand, and a thin column of water flew into the inkstone.

The oiran moved his fingers and controlled the black ink stick with his mind. There were four yellow characters on the black ink stick - "Huangshan Pine Smoke", which must be the ink from ancient times.

The ink produced in this way is delicate and fragrant.

The ink stick was grinding slowly in the inkstone out of thin air, and the oiran easily manipulated it with his fingers, just like a woman leisurely embroidering.

There are six brushes hanging on the pen holder on the desk, arranged in an orderly manner, large, medium and small.

"Look at the paper, which one is more suitable for your pen?" The oiran pointed to the yellow and white papers rolled up on the right end of the desk.

Li Xiaomu selected a roll of ephedra paper and took out one piece.

"You know how to choose paper." The oiran said with a smile, "That's dry flat paper."

"This paper looks more ancient." Although Li Xiaomu has not studied paper, he knows that it is extremely rare paper and is made by traditional hand. "Haha, it is ancient paper and a cultural relic. Do you want to be famous for generations through this word?"

"That's not important, it's mainly about your wishes." The oiran smiled brightly and brought over the ground ink.

Li Xiaomu unfolded the dry beach slope paper, spread it out, and held down the corners of the paper with a paperweight stone.

Remove the large pen from the pen holder.

Li Xiaomu looked at the oiran, her delicate facial features glowed with a tender red light, and the rising blue smoke was thick around her, like a fox fairy.

Truly a "beautiful thing in the world"!

Li Xiaomu wrote "Beauty in the World" from right to left with a simple and smooth writing style.

Li Xiaomu took down Xiaohao and brought up the "Xiaomu Book" "Gift to Hailing Huicun".

"Thank you for your compliments!" The oiran looked at it carefully, nodded frequently, and praised, "Calligraphy is divided into four realms, and you are the most advanced first realm!"

"Which four realms?" Li Xiaomu heard this for the first time.

The oiran grinned and said:

"The first realm: writing in black and white, making a fairy on paper.

"The brushwork is free and unrestrained, the changes are not rigid, it shows the charm, the mind of the universe, and highlights the character of the immortal.

"The second realm: written in the temperament, half crazy and half crazy.

"The brushwork is free and easy, natural and spiritual, as if alone, as if forgotten, arrogant and unruly, highlighting the charm of an elegant scholar.

"The third realm: the writing is in the brushwork, returning to the original and true.

“The calligraphy is regular, clumsy and simple, respectful of the past, eager to learn, and tireless, highlighting the demeanor of a craftsman.

"The fourth realm: writing is in money, practicing calligraphy is to make money.

"The writing skills are weak, the beauty is too fake, the person loves vanity and socializes, and the calligraphy smells so bad that it wants to be burned."

Such a high evaluation of my calligraphy?...Li Xiaomu smiled like eating ice cream on a hot summer day, and sighed: "I actually just want to reach the lowest fourth realm."

This woman is ice and smart. If I become a celebrity in the future, then this calligraphy will be really valuable... Li Xiaomu felt very happy.

There are three types of people in the world who love to compete for fame: scholars and prostitutes, and the other one is - you can definitely guess it.

What I want is your gratitude...Li Xiaomu smiled, showing a little frivolity appropriately, and said with a bad smile:

"How do you want to thank me?"

The room was as warm as spring. Although he deliberately suppressed himself, Li Xiaomu and the oiran were so close and could smell their breath, which already made him feel unbearably hot.

The oiran bit her plump lips and said shyly: "Xiaomu, it's still early in the long night. You might as well listen to me play a song for you to help you relax."

The oiran walked to the pipa, holding the plectrum in his right hand.

Li Xiaomu was stunned, knowing that the other party might have misunderstood, so he smiled without explaining.

Li Xiaomu looked at the pipa carefully and was surprised.

Even in the previous life, the pipa was a rare treasure.

The trough is made of sandalwood, which is as warm and moist as jade, and its brilliance can be seen. The gold threads and red inscriptions are frowned into two phoenixes.

It is produced in Shu, because the back is made of sandalwood, which is unique to Western Shu; and the plectrum is made of longxiang cypress.

This woman is elegant. If you come to sleep with her, she will say: "Don't worry, let the little girl play a song for you."

It's not like the girl in the previous life. If you go to sleep with her, she will say: Hurry up!

After listening to the song patiently, Li Xiaomu admitted that this courtesan was very good at playing the piano.

Even though he is not familiar with music, he can still calm down, immerse himself in it, and be intoxicated by it.

The key is to use the pipa from Shu. No one knows the secrets of the past life, and no one knows that before time travel, he was a member of the Land of Abundance.
Chapter completed!