Is it true or not?

It snowed heavily that day, and the sky and earth were all white. Only a few red plum blossoms bloomed on the branches, forming the only bright color.

A woman holding a child's hand walked into a courtyard.

The little girl she was holding had red cheeks from the cold.

The girl had never seen such a big yard. She looked down at the blue bricks with carved patterns in the corridor, her eyes full of curiosity.

A gorgeously dressed woman came out and looked at her critically. The girl looked at the beautiful woman in silk and satin with wide eyes, thinking that she must be the wife of an official.

This large courtyard must be the legendary government office.

A pair of plain white boots stepped on the snow in the yard. The adult Bai Roushuang was standing aside, staring at the scene in front of her in a daze.

The six-year-old girl was wrong. This was not an official residence or an official's wife. The large courtyard in front of her was a brothel, and the woman dressed in gorgeous clothes was the madam of the building.

The six-year-old Bai Roushuang was sold to a brothel by her mother.

She was still ignorant at that time and didn't even have the chance to ask why. She only remembered that her mother hugged her, cried and promised that she would take her back when the family had money in a few years.

The old procuress curled her lips and showed a disdainful expression.

For many years thereafter, Bai Roushuang comforted herself by thinking that her mother must have thought that nothing would happen to the six-year-old girl in the brothel, and wanted to wait for two years until the family could get financially secure and then redeem her before she reached the age to receive customers.

But she never got to wait.

Bai Roushuang looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other and crying.

She remembered that she was training with her fellow brothers and sisters, so how did she end up here?

Everything in front of her eyes was repeating itself. The madam became impatient and started to urge her mother to let go of Bai Roushuang and walked away, looking back every three steps.

Bai Roushuang hesitated for a moment and caught up with her mother, but she seemed not to see her as an adult. She took the silver given by the madam, left the yard and walked onto the long street.

Bai Roushuang followed closely. It was snowing heavily and her mother did not have an oil-paper umbrella. Bai Roushuang held up her outer robe and raised it above her mother's head.

She still remembered that her mother was weak and crybaby. Even in the dream, she subconsciously protected her mother, not wanting her to get wet in the snow or get sick.

The mother walked a very long way, hurriedly leaving the city, passing a town, and then took a ox cart for nearly two hours to return to the village. As the sun was setting, she entered a small courtyard as she was familiar with the road. A man came out to greet her. Bai Roushuang recognized that he was Uncle Wang from the neighboring family. He was very kind to her and her mother on weekdays, often helping them and bringing them food.

He looked at his silent mother and asked, "What's wrong?"

The mother cried and pushed him away: "It's all your fault. You forced me to sell Shuang'er."

Uncle Wang coaxed him, "Okay, okay, I have no choice. My parents are already very reluctant to marry a widow, and how can they agree to let you marry a maid who loses money? Our family can't afford to feed another mouth. Besides, that girl always reminds you of your conscienceless ex-husband, and she is also an eyesore. Selling her is just the right way to exchange for some dowry, and my parents can't find any fault with her."

The mother wiped away her tears and stopped talking.

Uncle Wang asked again: "Where did you sell the person to?"

"Where else can I sell her? There aren't many wealthy families around here. I asked a few and they didn't want a six-year-old girl at all," the mother started crying again. "You thought it was too close to home and the neighbors might gossip about her, so I sold her to the brothel you mentioned."

Uncle Wang hugged her and fumbled with her in his hands for a few times: "Don't cry, wait until we get married and have some big fat babies."

Bai Roushuang stared at them in a daze, her whole body shaking.

She screamed desperately, asking her mother why she did this. She knew it was not easy for her mother to raise her alone, but she had been working very hard to help with the housework... Why did she sell her and then lie to her and give her such false hope?

But the two people in front of her could neither hear her nor see her.

Bai Roushuang drew the sword from her waist and slashed at the man in front of her with all her strength.

The entire picture was shattered by her, and Bai Roushuang's eyes went dark, and she found herself standing next to her teenage self.

Fourteen-year-old Bai Roushuang was lying on the ground with her thighs stepped on by a pimp in the brothel.

This is stretching her legs to train her flexibility.

The fourteen-year-old girl had cold sweat on her forehead, but she gritted her teeth and dared not cry out loud.

Since Bai Roushuang turned ten years old, she has grown from a skinny and dark little girl into a beautiful girl, so the madam naturally paid more attention to her.

While her peers had been deflowered early on, she was the only one left, showing up in front of guests every day, but they were not allowed to get their hands on her.

She still remembered the madam saying that this was called waiting for a good price.

The adult Bai Roushuang's eyes turned red, and she swung her sword towards Turtle Man again.

The picture shattered again, and another time point appeared before my eyes.

Sixteen-year-old Bai Roushuang secretly hid in a corner and cried. She was sensitive and could see that the madam was planning to let her be a formal companion.

A beautiful woman in her thirties found her and said, "Shuang'er, why are you hiding here?"

"Sister Lan?"

The woman sighed and pulled her up: "Good child, don't cry. Everyone in the building has been through this. As long as you have the means to make those men hold you in high esteem, isn't it better than working in the village with your face to the earth and your back to the sky?"

The adult Bai Roushuang watched this scene with mixed feelings.

This is Sister Lan, the person who takes the best care of her in the building. It was Sister Lan who taught her to get along well with all the guests and not offend anyone, which was also a way to leave a way out for herself.

It was also Sister Lan who taught her to find a rich man who was interested in her, keep him hooked, give him some sweet treats occasionally, and try to make him keep her. It is better to serve one person than a group of people.

Unfortunately, in the end it was Sister Lan who tricked her into a trap.

"I'm sorry," she still remembered that Sister Lan stroked her hair and glanced at her in a very charming manner, "You hooked up with my man. I'm old, and my position in the building depends entirely on Mr. Shen's love. If I lose him, I will live a miserable life."

"you!"

"Don't hate me. Look, I'm just a prostitute," Sister Lan said faintly. "If I were a rich lady dressed in fine clothes and feasting on delicacies, I would save not just one of you, but ten of you. But I can't even save myself, so I don't have the right to be lenient."

That was the first time Bai Roushuang knew that doing good deeds actually requires qualifications.

Bai Roushuang tried her best to suppress her raging anger. It’s okay, it’s okay, she comforted herself. She had been through it all, and tonight, the Immortal Chang Yu would descend from the sky and take her away.

But she waited and waited, but her master didn't come.

Seeing a fat hand trying to grab her belt, Bai Roushuang panicked. She picked up the sword in her hand and chopped it down viciously again.

When she opened her eyes again, she was sitting in a red gauze tent, and the madam was personally drawing her eyebrows in front of her: "Master Xu chose you tonight. He is famous for his generosity. When you become successful, don't forget your mother."

"What?" Bai Roushuang subconsciously opened her hand.

The madam didn't take it seriously and pulled her to the bronze mirror: "Okay, stop being angry. Take a look. Am I pretty?"

Bai Roushuang looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror. Her translucent gauze dress was loose, and she could vaguely see a red bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

She pointed at the mirror with a pale face: "No, that's not right, this is not me, I have followed Master to cultivate immortality, this is not me!"

The madam looked at her strangely: "Your sister Lan really went too far. I have taught her a lesson. Listen to my advice. Although you are innocent, you can still be sold for a good price. Why do you have to act like this?"

"No, no," Bai Roushuang held her back, "You were there the day Master came. You saw it, too, right?"

The madam brushed her hand away: "Stop it. If you are really crazy, you can only serve those grooms. It's rare that Master Xu doesn't mind that you were deflowered by others first. You have to pretend to be a normal person tonight!"

"I……"

The madam scolded him and then offered a sweet date: "Just coax Mr. Xu first, and everything will be easy. Your sister Lan is old. In another two years, no one will support her. Won't you control her by then?"

Bai Roushuang ignored her and went madly looking for her sword, but found nothing after searching the whole room. Even the storage ring she carried with her was nowhere to be found. While searching, her elbow hit the corner of the cabinet and she immediately felt a pain.

The madam continued, "You've been a little crazy since that night, and you keep talking about cultivating immortals and the Dustless Island. This isn't the first time we've seen a crazy prostitute in this building. I'll have someone prescribe some medicine for you, so take care of yourself."

Bai Roushuang covered her ears, but the old procuress's voice pierced her ears like a sharp thorn. Could it be that... Could it be that the immortal cultivation, the master, and the senior sister were all her own imagination?

Could it be that because she was betrayed by the trusted Sister Lan that night and it was too painful, so she weaved a dream for herself?

In the dream, there is a Wuchen Island, a master who loves to eat roast chicken, and... a senior sister.

Xu Shulou... Bai Roushuang repeated the name silently. There had never been such an upright and honest person in her life. She always felt that she could not dream of such a person.

Could it be that because of what Sister Lan said that day, she dreamed of a beautiful and elegant lady who came to redeem herself?

How could I have such a ridiculous dream?

"Roushuang, concentrate!"

Senior sister's voice? Bai Roushuang raised her head suddenly, looked at the woman walking against the light, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you real or fake?"

"Of course I am sincere." Xu Shulou stretched out his hand to her, his eyes full of understanding.

This realization hurt Bai Roushuang. She dodged Xu Shulou's hand and asked, "Did you see everything?"

Xu Shulou nodded.

Bai Roushuang looked down at her naked gauze dress and felt ashamed and ironic. This inexplicable emotion even overwhelmed her joy. "Sister Lan said that if she were a rich lady, she would save me."

“…”

Bai Roushuang wiped her red lips vigorously with her sleeves, but the lip balm was not wiped off, and instead left a funny shape at the corner of her mouth: "Just like you, you are a noble and noble girl, and now you are the talented first disciple of Mingyue Peak. You have been pampered and well-dressed since childhood, and have never suffered. You don't need to compete with others for anything, and others only envy you. Naturally, you are not stingy in giving away your sympathy everywhere... Do you know? You always make me feel ashamed, but if I had such a background, I would surely be as generous as you."

Xu Shulou knew that Bai Roushuang had been bewildered by the illusion, so he pretended not to hear what she said and firmly held her hand: "I'll take you away."

Bai Roushuang held her hand, feeling her warmth, and her expression became clear for a moment: "Senior Sister... are you serious?"

At this moment, the scene in front of his eyes suddenly changed. The picture of the brothel with singing and dancing was shattered, and the scene changed from the melodious singing to the towering imperial city.

Bai Roushuang took a step back in shock: "What...what is this?"

“This is my inner demon.”

Seeing that Bai Roushuang was about to get lost, Xu Shulou had no choice but to enter the water mirror. In order to break the impasse, he forcibly turned Bai Roushuang's inner demon into his own.

Xu Shulou looked very calm, and even smiled at Bai Roushuang: "I saw yours, and I'll show you mine, so we're even."