Li Muchan has also seen many beauties, such as senior sister Wen Yinyue, Mei Ruolan, Gong Qingyun, Xiao Yuan, Su Yunyun from Yuhanying, and everyone from Xinghu Xiaozhu.
But there aren't many people who can make him admire her twice in a row. This Jin Qiaoqiao is truly a killer, the nemesis of all men in the world, and few can resist it.
Li Muchan was not in this case. He was filled with murderous aura in his heart. He had no thoughts, only pure admiration, and he looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Mr. Jiang, Qiao Qiao is beautiful, isn't she?" Wan Niang pursed her lips and said with a smile.
Li Muchan looked at Jin Qiaoqiao and nodded slowly: "It's very beautiful. It really deserves its reputation."
Wan Niang smiled and said: "Qiaoqiao is not only beautiful in person, but also has a unique sword dance. Sir, you will like it even more after seeing it."
"It couldn't be better, I just want to see the magic of sword dance." Li Muchan smiled, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, Wan Niang held the pot in hand to help pour it.
Li Muchan held the wine cup and smiled and said: "I heard that there are many people pursuing Miss Jin. I don't know who the big shots are. Let's talk about it."
Wan Niang smiled sweetly: "People who pursue cleverness are like crucian carp crossing the river. They are countless, but there are only a few top people."
"Which one is the strongest?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.
Wan Niang thought for a while and said: "There are a few that are hard to tell and their superiority is unclear."
"Yiwan Niang, what's your estimate?" Li Muchan asked, seemingly determined not to give up until the end.
Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled, picked up the wine cup and touched Li Muchan's wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a chuckle: "If I say, the strongest one is Mr. Lin!"
"Oh——?" Li Muchan raised his eyebrows.
Wan Niang smiled and said: "This Young Master Lin Ping is not only handsome, but also has an excellent family background. He is a direct disciple of the Lin family and has the right to inherit. He is also the young master of the South Altar of Sanxiao Hall. He is top notch in terms of family background and strength.
It’s unparalleled.”
"Is there no other character who can compete?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.
Wan Niang smiled and said: "There are other people, such as the city guard young master and Master Fang's young master. They are all very powerful and should not be underestimated."
"That means we are still a little short of Mr. Lin." Li Muchan nodded slowly.
Wan Niang chuckled: "Sir, you are smart!"
Li Muchan sighed, shook his head and said, "So, this golden girl is in Master Lin's pocket, you can explore it at will!"
Wan Niang shook her head and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily true."
"Oh——?" Li Muchan picked up the wine pot and poured a cup for her himself, and said with a smile, "Why do you see that?"
Wan Niang smiled and said: "Although Mr. Lin is the strongest, he cannot decide Qiaoqiao's heart. Qiaoqiao prefers scholars!"
Li Muchan laughed and shook his head, scholar, hehe, scholar!
He has already seen that Jin Qiaoqiao is a hidden master, with a restrained talent and a shining light. He cannot tell the truth from the outside. He only thinks that she is proficient in martial arts and has some breathing skills, but her internal strength is not deep.
However, Li Muchan could sense that Jin Qiaoqiao was practicing a strange martial arts, which could cover up most of his strength and give people an illusion.
For some reason, he suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen her aura before. Although he had never seen her before, there was a feeling that he was familiar with about her.
Maybe it was because he practiced the same kind of martial arts, or maybe he looked like someone he had met before. In short, he felt strange and had an urge to get close to him.
For a person with such profound inner strength to be hiding in a brothel, there must be some ulterior motives, so it would be better not to mess with him.
But it is indeed ridiculous for such a person to say that he likes scholars. In the eyes of martial arts masters, scholars are extremely weak because they have no power to restrain a chicken.
The strong always look down on the weak by nature, thinking that a little finger can make the other person disappear, just like a lion and a lamb, how can they fall in love?
"Qiao Qiao, she really likes scholars." Seeing that Li Muchan was smiling but not smiling, she didn't believe it at all. Wan Niang shook her head and sighed.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Isn't it Wan Niang that you said this to comfort me?"
Wan Niang sighed: "Qiao Qiao has seen too much ugliness in the world, and she just wants to find an upright scholar and live a plain life."
Li Muchan shook his head with a smile and pointed around: "I'm used to such prosperity and being pampered like a queen. How can I get rid of it and live an ordinary life? Wan Niang, do you believe it?"
Wanniang smiled: "Qiaoqiao's thoughts are different from those of ordinary people. She doesn't like fame and fortune. Mr. Lin has no hope."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Doesn't that mean I also have hope?"
Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled: "Sir is also a scholar, so naturally he has hope."
Li Muchan laughed heartily and shook his head: "Mother Wan, I still have this self-knowledge. No matter how ignorant Miss Qiaoqiao is, she will not look down on me!"
The two people's voices were not loud at first, but when the surroundings were quiet, they suddenly seemed loud and floated around.
"Who is making such a noise?" A loud shout came from the side, but it was Lin Ping's voice. He said in a deep voice: "It is a heinous crime to disturb Miss Qiaoqiao's sword dance. You still won't shut up!"
Li Muchan laughed, shook his head and said in a low voice: "I have to be careful when I say a few words. It is better to lie in bed at home. Why come here and be subject to such control?"
Lin Ping hummed in a deep voice: "If you want to talk, go home and say it, don't disturb Miss Qiaoqiao's interest!"
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The two talked for a few more words. Li Muchan always spoke slowly and lazily, with a hint of disdain. Lin Ping next to him also had a rare good temper. He only scolded and did not take action.
Li Muchan understood that he wanted to leave a gentle impression on Jin Qiaoqiao. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have jumped up and beaten him up.
Lin Ping has never been a fool, otherwise he would not have been selected for Xinghu Xiaozhu. He must have guessed Jin Qiaoqiao's character and did not dare to show his domineering side.
It seems that he has deep feelings for a woman who has to humiliate himself so much.
An idea flashed in Li Muchan's mind and he laughed.
Jin Qiaoqiao stood pretty and motionless on the stage, like a statue of a jade girl. At this time, she spoke, with a soft yet crisp voice: "Mr. Lin, please don't say a few words to me, sir, don't get hurt.
Peaceful."
Li Muchan smiled and clasped his fists: "Since Miss Qiaoqiao has spoken, I will obey you."
"Humph, listen to Miss Qiaoqiao!" Lin Ping snorted coldly.
He was very angry and felt that Li Muchan had taken a step forward and was suppressed. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had been holding back a breath and was unable to relax.
Seeing him like this, the two old men withdrew their hands from the arms of the two women, turned around and said, "Master, let's show him some color?"
Lin Ping thought for a while, looked up at Jin Qiaoqiao on the high platform opposite, took a breath, and waved his hand: "Forget it, count his luck today!"
"Master, I can't swallow this breath. After I get out, I'll give him a good beating and tell him to get out. He won't dare to step into Baiyun City from now on!" An old man snorted harshly, lowering his voice.
He has a majestic appearance, his face is slightly red, and he looks heroic, but his words are not heroic enough, and his eyes are shining with a cold light.
Lin Ping thought for a while and shook his head: "Don't let a small thing cost you a big thing. Let him go first!"
"...Yes." The red-faced old man nodded helplessly.
"Shh..." Lin Ping suddenly pointed in front of his lips and stared straight at the high platform in front of him, when he saw Jin Qiaoqiao dancing his long sword amid the gentle sound of the piano.
The long sword moved slowly and in the same rhythm as the music, but a group of people appeared faintly in front of people's eyes, facing each other neatly, and waving their swords in unison.
Li Muchan secretly exclaimed that it was awesome. This technique was vaguely enchanting and belonged to the spiritual category. It could only be cultivated with extraordinary skills and was not born this way.
From this point of view, Jin Qiaoqiao indeed possesses a unique skill and has ulterior motives.
He looked at it, frowned, and felt a familiar feeling again. Suddenly an idea came to him, and a flash of inspiration came to him, and he remembered, Yuhan Palace!
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No wonder I always feel that she is familiar. Although I have never seen her before, I still feel familiar. It turns out that it is the Yuhan Palace. She should have the unique skills of Yuhan Palace!
He suddenly thought of Su Yunyun, her tender body, and her ecstatic eyes. How was she in Yuhan Palace now? Would she be implicated in any way?
He felt a little disappointed when he thought of leaving decisively. It was a mistake at the time, but now he felt warm when he thought about it.
Although Su Yunyun is a witch-like person, there is a gentleness in her bones. It is difficult to detect this rare tenderness without being close to her.
She was weak at heart, but strong on the outside, just for self-protection. The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and suddenly he had an urge to go to Yuhan Palace to see Su Yunyun.
Li Muchan glanced at Wan Niang, and he could conclude that Wan Niang was also from Yuhan Palace. He felt a sense of intimacy and said with a slight smile: "Miss Qiao Qiao's sword dance is indeed impressive."
Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled: "This is just the beginning, the fun will come later, sir, there is no need to rush."
Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, Miss Qiaoqiao is such a good sword dancer. She must be a master of swordsmanship and a martial arts master?"
Wan Niang smiled, shook her head and said: "Sir, you misunderstood. Sword dance and swordsmanship are different. The former is a dance for entertainment, but the latter is a killing technique. The two are completely different. No matter how good the sword dance is, it is just a skill.
You're just a showman, you can't fight."
"So that's it..." Li Muchan said as if he suddenly realized something.
At this time, Jin Qiaoqiao's sword gradually sped up, forming a lotus flower that bloomed slightly and was dazzling. The crowd shouted loudly and applauded thunderously.
Li Muchan also applauded. Dancing the sword like this has indeed become an art. Most people can't do it. What's rare is that the lotus formed by the light of the sword is extremely clear and lifelike, as if a real lotus is blooming on a high platform.
Come.
One lotus, then another lotus, and in the blink of an eye, another lotus, and three lotuses bloomed one after another, lined up in a row, it was really spectacular.
Li Muchan clapped vigorously, his eyes shining brightly. Such swordsmanship was not only a skill, but also a unique method of handling the sword. He would not be able to do it otherwise.
He stared closely at Jin Qiaoqiao's hands, turning a blind eye to the sword light in the sky, only her movements of turning her wrists, moving lightly, twisting her waist and lifting her shoulders.
These movements were deeply engraved in his mind, and he analyzed them unconsciously, trying to figure out the secret of this sword-handling technique, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he forced himself to remember it.
The cheers grew louder and louder, and the sword light flashed. Finally, the sword light was seen all over the high platform, as if a light curtain enveloped the high platform.
Jin Qiaoqiao tapped her toes, like a ballet in later generations, spinning her body, dancing into clouds of sword light, flashing like ripples of light pouring out, and the flowing ripples of light spread all over the high platform.
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The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and at the same time the sword light suddenly dimmed. Jin Qiaoqiao stood up with her sword, panting, and saluted everyone with her sword.
The crowd clapped loudly, praised Jin Qiaoqiao with unfinished appreciation, and stared at Jin Qiaoqiao.
"Master Lin gives you three yellow flowers!" a voice shouted.
"Master Fang gives you three yellow flowers!" another person shouted.
"Master Pan gives you three yellow flowers!"
"Mr. Jiang sent four yellow flowers!"
People started talking loudly and turned to look around, looking for traces of Mr. Jiang. You must know that a yellow flower is worth ten taels, and not everyone can afford it.
The person who sent the most yellow flowers had to put it on Jin Qiaoqiao's head in person. This was the only chance to get close to Jin Qiaoqiao, so an ordinary little wild flower cost ten taels of silver each.
Ten taels of silver is not a small amount, and four yellow flowers cost forty taels, which is a huge sum of money. The consumption at this time is extremely low, and forty taels of silver is enough to keep a family from worrying about food and clothing for twenty or thirty years.
Li Muchan came out of the room, waved to everyone, and smiled slightly while stroking his beard.
People immediately started talking louder and louder. No one expected that the person who handed out four yellow flowers at once was actually a down-and-out middle-aged scribe.
In people's eyes, those who give yellow flowers are mostly dandy boys who have money but no place to spend it, so they can spend money so recklessly. Their father would never be so lavish.
Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled, came to Li Muchan's side, and said loudly: "Sister Qiaoqiao, it was this Mr. Jiang who gave me four yellow flowers."
Jin Qiaoqiao stood on the stage, cupped her fists and gave a faint salute: "Thank you for your generous gift, Mr. Jiang!"
The money given to Huanghua does not need to be given to Tanchunlou, but belongs to her personally. To her, this is the real big deal.
Huang Hua's income in one night alone amounted to one hundred and eleven taels. Such a huge amount of money was enough to stun people, and it further enhanced Jin Qiaoqiao's status.
She is so rich that it is easy to redeem herself. She does not need to have rich children at all. She does not need to consider the person she wants to choose, whether he is rich or poor. She only needs to be like-minded.
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled: "Miss Qiaoqiao is a woman as good as any other woman. I admire you so much. This trivial matter is not disrespectful!"
At this time, a beautiful middle-aged woman appeared on the stage, wearing a black shirt, with fluffy hair, skin like gelatin, and a look of laziness and beauty all over her body.
She stood next to Jin Qiaoqiao and spoke loudly: "Mr. Jiang, please come up and wear a yellow flower for Qiaoqiao!"
Her voice is slightly hoarse and full of seductive magnetism.
"This is Mama Yang." Wan Niang reminded in a low voice and said with a smile: "Mother Yang is a very good person, compassionate and takes good care of us poor people."
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Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "That's exactly what I meant. Thank you, Mother Yang."
He smiled at Wan Niang, turned around and walked north, appeared from the north stairway, stepped directly onto the high platform, and came to Yang's mother's side.
As I walked closer, I felt even more deeply. This mother Yang was like a ripe squid, with skin that could be broken by blows, and her whole body was full of temptation.
She stretched out her hand, and a pretty maid next to her held up a wooden plate with four small yellow flowers on it, just like the wild flowers that can be seen everywhere in the fields.
"Mr. Jiang, are you in trouble for helping Qiaoqiao put these four flowers on?" She smiled slightly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I can't get what I asked for, so I'm happy to help!"
"Huh!" A cold snort suddenly sounded, causing everyone in the venue to tremble. It was like a heavy hammer beating a drum next to their ears, and the sound was extremely loud.
Li Muchan frowned, turned his head and looked up, meeting Lin Ping's eyes.
Lin Ping was standing on the railing, his eyes sharp and real, and the cold sword transformed from his eyes seemed to be stabbing Li Muchan into a hole, which was quite scary.
An ordinary literati would have been unable to stand up to such a gaze and would have run away, or his legs would have trembled and he would have been unable to stand firmly.
Li Muchan smiled at Lin Ping: "This young master doesn't know his surname, what can you tell me?"
"I'm Lin Ping." Lin Ping cupped his fists and said coldly.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment: "Could it be the young master of the South Altar of Sanxiao Hall?"
"Not bad." Lin Ping nodded.
Li Muchan smiled: "How disrespectful. It turns out to be Master Lin Shao. I have admired his name for a long time! ... But how did I offend Master Lin Shao?"
Lin Ping pointed at the wooden plate in front of him and remained silent.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "If Master Lin wants to give flowers to Miss Qiaoqiao, why not be more generous and let me take advantage of this!"
Lin Ping's face turned red and his eyes shone coldly.
He also wanted to be more generous, but the pocket money his father gave him every month was considerable. If he squandered it wantonly, he wouldn't be able to hold on for a few days, and then he wouldn't be able to come to Tanchun Tower.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I hope Master Lin will learn his lesson and be more generous next time. I will put these little flowers on Miss Qiaoqiao's head first."
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a small yellow flower, and slowly came to Jin Qiaoqiao.
She blinked her big eyes and stared at him, as if she could speak, showing a curious expression. She was really curious, but she didn't expect a middle-aged man to have such thoughts.
When people reach middle age, they tend to pay more attention to reality. It is rare to spend such unnecessary money. Furthermore, everyone knows that there are several young masters competing for them, and few people dare to join in the fun.
Lin Ping squeezed his hands so hard that his joints crackled, his eyes were like cunts, and his teeth were squeaking as he wanted to take care of Li Muchan right away.
Li Muchan saw it, pretending he couldn't see it, picked up a small yellow flower and inserted it into Jin Qiaoqiao's temples. The temples were black and shiny, like black satin, and like a piece of black.
After the small yellow flowers are inserted, they look pretty and delicate.
Li Muchan could smell the delicate fragrance on her body, as well as the familiar cool air, which was exactly the fresh air he felt from Su Yunyun.
He was even more certain that Jin Qiaoqiao was indeed a disciple of Yuhan Palace.
After he finished arranging the yellow flowers, he said with a smile: "Miss Qiaoqiao, how about we have a drink together?"