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 Burning Sky, there is a lot of life and beauty, 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 quite good.
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 the venue for the banquet, 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 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 guests on the mountain 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 inviolable as the others.
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 three rounds of drinking, 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 amazing.
It wasn't until the sun set that Yun Bailou, who was already impressed by others, showed signs of fatigue. All the monks stood up to leave, but Yun Bailou still held on and sent everyone out of Fentian Gate, reluctantly saying goodbye.
After all the guests had gone away, Yun Bailou swayed slightly and returned to the place where the banquet was held. The crowd of warblers and swallows had long since disappeared. Fentian closed the door to thank the guests, and it became his own brothel.
Yun Bailou sat back in his seat, with no trace of fatigue on his face. His wonderful eyes slowly swept over the empty seats, pausing for a moment in several of them, waiting for everyone to see them.
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 that he wanted... her head when we were in Anling."
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...?"
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"Don't make unnecessary mistakes, lest you lose the big for the small. We have already made enough moves in this layout. Any more will risk breaking the situation," Yun Bailou said, "Just let her live a few more days, it will be the same after all.
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 let the people around Yan Siyu cheer up, 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...
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"Yes," the brown-robed woman responded obediently and said, "The prefect still went to Tingfeng Pavilion today, but it is said that the conversation was just as light. Tingfeng Pavilion was still polite, but...
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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 today than usual. Is there 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.
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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 anyone 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...
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"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...