After practicing for such a long time, it also requires a moderate balance of work and rest.
The man in a blue shirt saw this and showed a knowing smile: "Master, please come this way."
The two of them arrived at Honglefang one after another.
I have to say that this Hong Le Fang is really good. It is a four-story wooden building that covers a large area. Even from a long distance, you can hear the singing of birds and swallows coming from inside.
Diagonally opposite Honglefang is Tianyuanfang, which Yang Fan's cheap brother once mentioned.
It is also one of Yang Fan’s destinations today.
Just next to Honglefang, there was a river that obviously passed through Honglefang. Yang Fan had a sharp eye and saw a red coat floating in the river at a glance.
The fabric is not big and there are hollow marks on it.
"It seems that the ancients were very good at playing, and they are no less good than modern people."
Yang Fan promised that he just wanted to see the world and had no other thoughts.
After all, many officials have gone there. As one of the people in charge of Enke, he naturally has to conduct an on-site inspection to prevent any accidents.
Yes, that's it.
Yang Fan stepped into Honglefang, and the warm and fragrant breeze almost hit his face.
The music of silk and bamboo pipes is leisurely heard, and there is an endless stream of warblers and swallows.
The entire building exudes an intoxicating and lingering atmosphere. After all, what man would be willing to leave such a soft and waxy woman with her red sleeves adding fragrance?
At least Yang Fan saw many young men being dragged into the room by a few ladies, fearing that they might not be able to get out for a while.
"Is this your first time here, sir?"
As soon as Yang Fan came in, he was stared at by many girls.
I have to say that being good-looking sometimes has advantages.
They all want money, and if possible, they would of course be willing to find a young and strong man instead of those hypocritical old men.
After all, those people are all just lip service and have no real intentions at all. In the end, they have to rely on themselves to solve the problem.
They completely became spectators.
The name is also beautiful, so we need to talk about something intimate.
Yang Fan looked around and randomly clicked on a girl. She had a baby face and looked youthful and energetic. Although she couldn't tell her age, she had a childlike face.
(.)(.)
Well, it's quite big.
When the girls around him saw this, they couldn't help but show disappointed expressions.
However, someone else came in at the door, and they immediately smiled again and greeted them.
In a happy place, there is no long-lasting love.
And here, Yang Fan was looking at the girl he had just chosen with great interest, with a hint of meaningfulness in his expression.
There was actually a hint of charm in the other party.
There are vague traces of Taoism.
Who would have thought that there would be such a cultivator in this brothel?
Cultivation is different from practicing martial arts, and the qualification requirements are much higher than martial arts.
At the very least, it is not something that ordinary people can achieve, let alone those who have their souls out of the body, disturbed by evil winds, entangled by illusions, and whose minds are not strong, this step alone will kill them.
"what's your name?"
"My name is White Butterfly."
The young lady covered her mouth with a silk handkerchief, her eyes trembled, "Just because the slaves were born like this, my mother gave me this name..."
She lowered her head and tugged on her slender jade fingers, her expression indescribably charming.
"..."
Yang Fan choked.
Good guy, this trip is not in vain, I really learned a lot.
I can't blame those talented men in ancient times for not being able to control themselves. Who could control such a passionate and unrestrained girl? Unless she was a eunuch.
etc.
Oh, I'm not, that's okay.
Bai Butterfly's eyes swept across Yang Fan's face, and he clearly regarded him as his first brother. He felt more confident and asked proactively: "Sir, do you want to listen to music? My family knows a lot of musical instruments."
"Oh? What musical instruments can you play?"
Yang Fan coughed lightly to cover up his previous embarrassment.
White Butterfly said: "Pipa, guzheng, silk and bamboo, um, and... phoenix flute..."
"Then I'll have to enjoy it."
Yang Fan said with a smile.
The expression on Bai Butterfly's face became more and more charming, and she pulled Yang Fan into her boudoir. The small room was decorated particularly warmly and elegantly.
"Master, sit here."
She invited Yang Fan to sit down, then took out a guzheng. She brushed it with her slender fingers, and beautiful music suddenly sounded in the boudoir.
Zheng!
Just as Yang Fan was admiring it, Bai Butterfly's hand gently twisted the strings, and the guzheng suddenly made a low whistle.
"Dream!"
The white butterfly whispers softly.
An illusion was instantly generated in the entire boudoir, covering Yang Fan's entire body.
"Phew, I'm so exhausted! You actually asked me to play the piano for you. For the sake of the money you have, I will reluctantly forgive you!"
White Butterfly seemed to be very confident that she had controlled Yang Fan. She naturally stretched her hand into Yang Fan's arms, touched it a little, and pulled out a treasure note.
"Ten thousand taels of silver?!"
She suddenly became ecstatic!
"Sure enough, these scholars are still rich!"
Bai Butterfly flicked the treasure banknote with her finger and made a crisp sound. She looked Yang Fan up and down and said, "He looks pretty handsome and has a pretty good physique, but I don't know how he is in Kung Fu?"
As she muttered like this, she stretched her hand straight down.
Take it hard.
Click.
However, at this moment, a hand suddenly held her wrist.
Bai Butterfly's expression suddenly changed. When she looked up, she saw Yang Fan slowly taking the banknotes back from her hand, and taking the banknotes in her arms as well.
"you you!"
She was startled, not expecting Yang Fan to wake up.
You know, she has been using the soul-obsessing illusion technique for so long, but there has never been a single glitch.
I thought that at such a young age, the other party would be unable to resist the charming world in this illusion, but who knew that the other party just woke up!
"Come on, keep playing, I haven't heard enough yet!"
Yang Fan said calmly.
He put the banknote into his arms naturally.
Bai Butterfly is so angry. Although her banknotes are not much, she still has several hundred taels of silver, and they are just gone?
However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
Yang Fan was able to break free from her soul-obsessing illusion, which showed that he was not an ordinary person. She quickly apologized and played the guzheng with a flattering look on her face.
Along with the guzheng music, a sad and melodious song was also sung.
Naturally, she didn't have any love or hatred, but when she thought about losing so much money, she couldn't help but feel sad.
"Change a musical instrument. Isn't there a phoenix flute? Let's play a part."
"Yes, Master."
White Butterfly continued to smile apologetically.
Yang Fan opened the window upstairs and looked at the street.
Busy streets, lively crowds.
As Yang Fan listened to the music, his heartstrings that had been tense these days slowly relaxed.
Until he sees his goal.
In a small courtyard in Tianyuanfang, on the edge of the pond, a figure was leaning on a lounge chair, with a big sunshade umbrella above his head and a book in his hand. Two twin sisters beside him were holding his legs.
Isn’t he just Yang Fan’s cheap brother?
Perhaps sensing Yang Fan's gaze, the other party also turned his head.
Eyes facing each other.
"I finally found you."
Yang Fan grinned.
He had to use his identity as it should. Naturally, he planned to use some of the information he knew this time to seek some benefits from his cheap brother.
"Weird, why do I feel a little cold?"
The elegant man opposite him shuddered for no reason.