At first, Yang Mu thought that he might be overthinking it, but when the carriage stopped and looked at the building next to it with the "Yingchun Courtyard" plaque, several women in colorful clothes were waving to the passers-by on the street.
At that time, he was sure that it was not his fault.
"What's that look in your kid's face?"
The Evil Sword Master was about to get out of the car when he noticed Yang Mu's strange eyes and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Yang Muchan smiled and said: "Senior, don't worry about me. People have seven emotions and six desires. Senior, I have been empty for too long and need to indulge. I understand."
Only then did the Evil Sword Lord know what he was thinking, and he said angrily: "How can you understand? Just stay here and wait for me to come back."
After saying that, he jumped off the carriage and walked into Yingchun Courtyard.
Yang Mu looked at the coachman and asked in confusion: "Brother, did I make a mistake? Or is your master too thin-skinned to admit it?"
Seeing Yang Mu being so polite, the driver was a little flattered and said:
"Young Master is indeed mistaken. Yingchun Yuan is a brothel, but it is not an ordinary brothel. There is a force called Fengyue Sect behind it.
After all, Yingchun Courtyard is a money-making place run by Fengyue Sect. Those people who sell their bodies in Yingchun Courtyard are not Fengyue Sect disciples at all.
Master, what he came here to find is not a prostitute from Yingchun Court, but an old friend of Fengyue Sect."
When Yang Mu heard this, his face showed a hint of surprise.
The territory of the Mountain and Sea Realm is controlled by various powerful forces, and various places where money is made are inevitably controlled by these forces.
The coachman said he was going to buy some fodder for the horses. After a while, Yang Mu was the only one left in the coach.
It was snowing lightly in the sky. Yang Mu was sitting in the car, looking at the surrounding scenery and the crowds of people passing by. He felt that it was as beautiful as an ancient painting, but he didn't feel bored at all.
Suddenly, a carriage coming this way attracted Yang Mu's attention.
To be more precise, it attracted the attention of every pedestrian on the street.
That carriage alone was about three times the size of Yang Mu's carriage, and the carriage was not pulled by horses, but by a strange beast that was as white as a white tiger, but had a single horn on its forehead.
In the middle of the driver's seat sat a tall, stout, middle-aged woman. Next to the woman sat two girls of thirteen or fourteen years old, with pretty faces and dressed in brocade clothes.
"Using the jade-horned white tiger to pull the cart, what a huge battle!"
Many passers-by stopped and looked curiously, and some people were amazed.
The carriage stopped at the gate of Yingchunyuan.
Several girls opened the door curtain, and a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the carriage.
She was wearing gold and jade, a red skirt, and a peony bun on her head. She was extremely beautiful. As soon as she appeared, she seemed to dye the world with a luxurious and gorgeous color.
The men and women present looked at her longingly, their eyes full of amazement and intoxication.
"What a beautiful girl! She only looks like a teenager, but she has a kind of beauty that belies her age. She is such a peerless beauty!"
A rather elegant-looking old man in green clothes sighed.
Another middle-aged man with a big belly swallowed his saliva and said to the people next to him:
"Good brother, Yumen City is your territory. Tell me, brother, this girl is also from Yingchunyuan? What is the price of spending a night with her?"
The tall, thin middle-aged man next to him was startled and whispered quickly: "Brother Zhou, be careful what you say. Especially for those of us who are doing business, be careful that trouble comes from our mouths!"
"What's the meaning?"
The fat middle-aged man realized something was wrong and quickly lowered his voice.
The tall and thin middle-aged man whispered: "This person has a great background! She is not the woman who receives guests in Yingchun Courtyard, but a figure of the younger generation from Fengyue Sect behind Yingchun Courtyard!
By the way, didn't you mention the Shanhai Beauty List to me before? This one is Situ Yan, who is ranked sixth on it."
The fat middle-aged man turned pale with fear.
He knew very well that everyone on the Shanhai Beauty List had a large group of fans. If his words were spread, his life would definitely be in danger!
He looked at Situ Yan carefully again and said with emotion: "It is true that she is stunningly beautiful in the world. It's just my wishful thinking."
Situ Yan gave off an extremely arrogant feeling, with an expressionless face, and without even looking at the people talking about her, she led several maids and walked slowly into Yingchun Courtyard.
"Sixth on the list of Shanhai beauties..."
Yang Mu had seen too many beauties and acted very plainly, but he had to admit that this Situ Yan was indeed a rare beauty.
The best beauties all have their own unique temperament.
The most outstanding thing about Situ Yan is the nobility like a royal princess.
If it were anyone else, wearing gold and silver like her would only make people feel very tacky, but on her, it contrasted with her gorgeous facial features, giving her a very unique sense of beauty.
A name appeared in Yang Mu's mind: Yu Qianwu!
Both of them are stunning beauties living in brothels, and neither of them are prostitutes.
Yu Qianwu gives people a feeling of spring breeze, like a charming and sophisticated vixen, while Situ Yan gives people a feeling of being unattainable, like a royal princess with pride written on her face.
Yang Mu secretly compared the two women and thought to himself:
"In terms of facial features, the two are on the same level, but in terms of figure, Situ Yan is not as good as Yu Qianwu. If Situ Yan can develop a little more in a few years, maybe we can compare her figures.
But when it comes to the ability to seduce men, I'm afraid Situ Yan will never be as good as Yu Qianwu. If Yu Qianwu comes here, she will definitely be on the list of beauties in the mountains and seas."
For Yang Mu, Situ Yan's appearance was just a small episode, which was quickly forgotten.
However, not long after, Situ Yan walked out of Yingchun Courtyard with several maids, which immediately attracted many people to watch.
Seeing this situation, Yang Mu muttered secretly, no wonder people said that beauty is a disaster, if a man with no ability dared to get together with such a woman, nothing would happen.
Just when he, like other passers-by, was acting as a crowd-pleaser, he soon discovered that something was wrong.
The other party was actually walking towards him!
Situ Yan took several maids to the front of the carriage where Yang Mu was sitting. A maid said angrily to Yang Mu in the carriage:
"My lady wants to ask you something, why don't you get out of there quickly! You really don't understand the rules."
"Ling'er, shut up!"
Situ Yan scolded the maid next to her and said to Yang Mu, "Did you come here with Senior Evil Sword Master?"
When Yang Mu heard the words "Evil Sword Lord", he jumped off the carriage and nodded: "What's the matter?"
"I wonder what your relationship is with Senior Evil Sword Master?"
Situ Yan had a bit of curiosity on her face.
Yang Mu thought for a while and said, "He is my uncle."
The Evil Sword Lord and his master are brothers. In terms of seniority, they should indeed call each other uncle.
When Situ Yan heard this, a smile appeared on her face, but deep in her eyes, there was a glimmer of coldness.