There are many brothels on this street, with singing and dancing, beautiful women in elegant clothes, and even the summer breeze is filled with the fragrance of cosmetics. Everywhere you look, there are BMWs, luxury cars, and extravagance. It is common to spend a fortune to buy smiles. If you are not well-off, you will drown in this gentle cave of love and romance if you are not careful.
Early in the morning, Ling Wujie came to the next room to discuss with her when to go to the top floor to teach Bai Ruyu a lesson. Although he himself was at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, she saw that Bai Ruyu should be at the Spiritual Transformation stage last night.
Bai Ruyu was quite magnanimous. The four guards disappeared out of thin air, and no one mentioned the assassin, and there was no intention of driving them away.
The girl held the teacup in her hand, with her index and middle fingers slightly together, her joints slender and moist, seeming to blend into the smooth porcelain cup. Ling Wujie's eyes could not help but stay on it, and he did not move away for several breaths, until she suddenly raised her fingertips and slowly tapped the wall of the cup twice.
"What are you looking at?"
He came back to his senses, his breathing slightly disordered: "Yao Yue... come back to Ling Mansion with me. This place smells too much of powder and is messy, which is not conducive to cultivation."
She glanced over and said indifferently: "Call me Master."
Ling Wujie's face suddenly turned red, and he turned his head and forced his gaze towards the bustling street outside the window.
"...Master, this Lanxue Pavilion is so boring, can I take you out for a walk?"
Before she could say anything, she heard Ah Zhi's voice coming from the next door -
"Mr. Ling, I'd like to ask for your help with something."
Her expression froze, and she walked out quickly, "What do you want with him?"
Ah Zhi's eyes were red and swollen. When she saw Yao Yue, her face looked a little unnatural. After hesitating for a moment, she stammered, "Yes, it's Sect Leader Ling who is here... He has been in the young master's room for more than an hour. I'm afraid the young master can't stand it..."
Before he finished speaking, Ling Wujie's face darkened and he rushed to the top floor, followed closely by Yao Yue. From afar, Bai Ruyu's painful voice and the sound of the whip hitting her flesh could be heard.
Ling Wujie still had some sanity left and didn’t break in. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, breathing rapidly, and pounded on the door while almost gritting his teeth and growling—
"Dad, have you had enough fun?! Have you ever thought about my mom?!"
Suddenly, the door became quiet, and there was a rustling sound of fabrics rubbing against each other. After a while, the door opened. Ling Lang stood behind the door in neat clothes. When he saw the three people outside, especially Baili Yaoyue, his face turned blue and red, and he was obviously a little embarrassed.
"Master Baili is here too?"
Yao Yue smiled wryly: "Just passing by."
"Excuse me, excuse me." Ling Lang has a broad nose and a solid figure like a southern Xinjiang man. He is also known for his warm and gentle personality.
Before Ling Wujie could say anything, Ling Lang grabbed his shoulders and half pushed and half dragged him out: "I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first. Sect Leader Baili's account will be on my head, just to show my hospitality."
Ah Zhi couldn't help but rush into the house. After watching the two men walk away, she followed them in.
There are two layers of curtains outside the bed, with only the inner layer of gauze curtain let down, as if a silk wall was built around the bed, hiding the beauty in the bed. The lingering sunlight walked in and softly spread on the matching color brocade quilt.
In addition to the passionate scent of spring mugwort, there was also a musk-like scent of desire in the air. She raised her hand slightly and the window opened, which slightly dissipated the pungent smell.
When I turned around, I saw Azhi sitting by the bed, crying like a tearful person.
"Master...how dare he...how dare he hit you like this...you're even injured..."
The more she spoke, the more she choked up, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't dare to cry loudly, so she put her hand on her forehead and sobbed quietly.
Yao Yue took a few steps closer and saw the jade-like boy lying naked on the bed, powerlessly. His white clothes were tattered, and the reddish-brown blood stains had stained his clothes in patches. There were whip marks all over his arms, thighs, and back, and the place where he was stabbed with a dagger last night was oozing blood.
Ah Zhi looked at her with tears in her eyes, and suddenly she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her, crying and begging: "Master Baili, Fairy Chiyu! Please save the young master! My dagger was poisoned. Although the poison has been removed, it has already damaged his meridians..."
The girl sighed softly: "His injury was caused by me in the first place, so it is my duty to save him. You don't have to do this."
After saying that, Yao Yue first cast a cleansing spell to clean the blood from his body, then turned him over and placed her five white fingers on his left chest.
The girl's palms were warm, and a strong magical power poured into them, flowing from her heart to her limbs. All the pain in her meridians was healed by this gentle and powerful power.
Bai Ruyu seemed to be suddenly awakened from the pain, and turned her head slightly to look over. Only half of her cheek was exposed, and most of her spirit had been taken away by the severe pain and exhaustion, but her eyebrows and eyes were still deep and beautiful, and impeccable.
There was neither pity nor greed in her eyes, nor any fondness or contempt.
He has always known how handsome he is. To him, that handsomeness is like the zither of Miaoyin Sect and the sword of Wanjian Mountain. It is a weapon for him to achieve all his goals... and also his shackles.
But why is it that the way she looks at me is no different from the way she looks at a flying flower or a falling leaf?
He shouldn't...but he likes it very much.
After half a quarter of an hour, when the magic power had circulated throughout a cycle, Yao Yue slowly put down her hand, but was suddenly grabbed by the young man.
"Thank you....."
"No need." Yao Yue looked at him quietly.
From Yunmo Prefecture to Yongning Prefecture, from Nan Shuangshuang to Bai Ruyu, the world is the same for the weak - equally helpless, equally powerless. If the boy's gaze could be transformed into substance, it must be a dying hand desperately reaching for driftwood.
***
When Ling Wujie flew back to Lanxue Pavilion breathlessly, he heard that his good master had been in Bai Ruyu's room for an hour.
The melody of the piano quietly rises from the slender fingertips of the young man in red, as if dancing, as if it has experienced the wind and frost, or as if the orchid buds are just blooming. The melody is extremely exquisite, and the silence gives rise to a hint of emotion. With the young girl listening quietly at the side, it outlines a picture that is refreshing and pleasing to the ears.
Bai Ruyu's piano skills are no less impressive than those of the female practitioners of Miaoyin Sect. She has even formed her own style after being immersed in the romantic world for many years, and her music is more popular and pleasing to the ears than those of Miaoyin Sect.
Ling Wujie inexplicably felt a sense of inferiority, but the next second it turned into disgust towards Bai Ruyu - what a demon who didn't care about men or women and only cared about her appearance!
The young man walked quickly to her side, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly because of his words: "Yaoyue, let's go."
He had already changed into the Ling family's iconic purple robe, which was embroidered with silver black birds. It looked very gorgeous, even a little gaudy. However, when he wore it, it matched his temperament and there was nothing wrong with it.
"How many times do I have to teach you?" Yao Yue looked up at him. The sunlight slanted through the house, shining on her beautiful features, like a misty mountain. "Call me Master."
Ling Wujie's face turned red and white. The girl had offended him in front of the person he hated the most, but he didn't even get angry: "Master..."
"Miss Baili...are you leaving?" The young man in red who was sitting beside the zither suddenly stood up, and something difficult to describe gradually emerged in his pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, as if it was tenderness and tenderness, or as if it was reluctance before parting.
As soon as she said "hmm", Ling Wujie revealed an undisguised smile with strong malice: "We won't disturb Yu Hua Kui from receiving guests."
A trace of paleness suddenly appeared on the white jade face, and the light pink thin lips on the jade-like cheeks even had a hint of richness. He clenched his fists, lowered his eyes without saying a word, and waited until the two left before he shed a barely perceptible tear.
***
The sky above the twelve towers is never dark, and the three thousand worlds are as spring-like as the sea.
At night, the brothels in the east of Chuxiang City lit up with a sea of lights, with jagged trees and bright stars, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime. The two streets of lights, with fragrant breezes like dreams and silver flowers like illusions, twisted and turned like two shining Milky Ways.
The lights in front of Lanxue Pavilion are the most beautiful, sparkling and glittering, giving you the feeling of climbing up to Tianshi and enjoying the sunset.
Ling Wujie took her to tour Chuxiang City for a day, and as it was getting dark, he wanted to ask her to stay at Ling Mansion for a while, but the girl still did not respond. She went around and around back to this brothel and rested in the restaurant opposite Lanxue Pavilion.
The two of them sat facing the street, and on the table, a jug of wine was placed neatly on an ebony tray with a dragon and phoenix playing with a pearl. The jug was blue and white porcelain, with a firm, white and delicate body and a light and elegant glaze, and the wine was faintly visible.
"Master, when can you teach me a move?"
Ling Wujie slowly poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of her, but she poured herself a glass of water. Although she was not a Buddhist practitioner, she believed in the Buddhist teaching that alcohol was a poison that caused madness.
"What do you want to learn?"
The young man smiled, his face full of energy: "Of course it's the most powerful killer move!"
Yao Yue did not comment and stretched out her hand to him, "Let me see your sword."
The Ling family's heir naturally did not need the sword sent by Wanjian Mountain. He had the sword named "Wuhen" since his full-moon celebration. The sword leaves no trace wherever it goes, hence the name Wuhen.
The white hand held the black gold scabbard, and with a "swish" sound, the traceless sword was pulled out. The sword body was extremely light, transparent, and the blade was extremely sharp, and it could cut hair with a gust of wind.
“Nice sword.”
Her Tianxu Liuguang is a thunder technique, the Fushui sword belongs to water, and the water thunder is the most powerful; the Wuhen sword belongs to wind, and the wind thunder is the fastest.
They do match.
"I'll teach you, but—" The girl raised her eyes and looked at him again, and changed the subject, "I have to ask you a few things first."
Ling Wujie felt a little suspicious, but he still nodded: "Ask."
"Mother and Child Ghost Gu, do you know?"
He looked confused: "I haven't heard of it."
——That confusion didn’t seem to be fake, or perhaps the Young Master of the Ling family had never learned it since birth and didn’t need to pretend.
"What about the Five Immortals Sect?"
"I do know this. The Five Immortals Sect was an evil sect hidden in the Ten Thousand Mountains. They specialized in poison and were very vicious. But my father destroyed the sect a hundred years ago, and wiped out all of them."
There was a hint of pride in his expression as he said this, as if he had no idea how horrible the word "annihilation" was. It was extremely naive and cruel.
It seems that this carefree young master of the Ling family is indeed well protected.
She lowered her eyebrows and changed the subject at the right time: "By the way, does Sect Leader Ling have any objection to you following me? Doesn't he want you to return to Lingxiao Sect?"
The girl stroked the blue and white porcelain cup, and Ling Wujie felt that his heart was also being stroked in this way, so he had to look away: "It's a long story. Yingui Taoist, you know it, right?"
“I’ve heard a little bit about it.”
This person was originally a traitor of the Xingji Pavilion. Hundreds of years ago, he mastered the forbidden technique of the Xingji Pavilion, the Blood Ghost Formation, and was able to command the Yin soldiers. His Taoism was unfathomable. However, the Yin Gui Taoist was elusive, not affiliated with any sect, and rarely showed up.
"This demon Taoist is proficient in the art of reading qi and face. He suddenly visited my home on the day of my full moon banquet and said that if the Ling family wants to avoid destruction, they cannot leave me in Lingxiao Sect or Chuxiang City."
"Master Ling believes it?"
"Although this demon is evil, everything he says is true." He blinked, and his tone suddenly became extremely mischievous, "I heard that he went to see Bai Ruyu on the day of Lanxue Pavilion's opening, and he only said one sentence. In my opinion, it is very accurate!"
"What is it?"
"——Everything is a peach blossom disaster."