Even the madam of Jinxiu Tower was a man. He was a handsome man whose age could not be determined, with a pair of fox eyes and a scent of powder. As soon as he saw Chu Danfeng, he rushed over enthusiastically, as if he wanted to hold his arm, "Sir—"
Before he could finish his words, Hua Tingxuan slapped him away.
The male brothel owner felt pain and subconsciously put his hands on his hips to start scolding, but when he met Hua Tingxuan's cold gaze, he backed off and complained to Chu Danfeng aggrievedly: "Sir, I just want to entertain you."
As expected of a brothel's male madam, he didn't feel awkward when a grown man felt wronged, and even looked a bit pitiful. Huang Changtian was moved to be gentle with her, so he took out a few spirit stones and stuffed them into his pockets: "Don't be offended, you are young and ignorant, I hope I didn't hurt you?"
Like Huayang Town, Fanyang Town has most of its residents who are mortals. However, because they are under the protection of Shuangji Sect, they often trade with the sect and exchange what they have with the monks, so the money houses can exchange spirit stones for silver.
Copper coins are enough for ordinary people's daily expenses, and silver is "large cash". Even the worst low-grade spirit stones can be exchanged for one or two taels of silver, which shows the purchasing power of spirit stones.
The male brothel owner received the spirit stones and smiled happily. He no longer felt aggrieved and twisted his waist to arrange entertainment activities for the three gentlemen.
As Chu Danfeng had the child around, he crossed out all the erotic songs like "Eighteen Touches", "Painting Spring" and "Picking Rouge", and instead ordered a piece of music "Looking at the Sea Tide" played on the pipa. He also served a pot of cloud mist tea and some snacks, and did not keep any waiters to serve him.
The pipa was melodious and the snacks were delicious. It would be nice to spend a day leisurely like this. Chu Danfeng stuffed a bowl of steamed yogurt with sugar into the child, and then took the opportunity to quietly complain to Huang Changtian: "Third Brother, I didn't expect you to have such a wide range of interests, even visiting a brothel. I'm so sorry."
"Beauty knows no gender, Xiaowu, you still have too little experience. I'll lend you a few storybooks to learn from," Huang Changtian said with great sorrow. "The point is, we've spent all our spirit stones, why don't you even keep a prostitute? If you do this again, I won't take you with me next time."
"..." Chu Danfeng, "The child is still here, you should restrain yourself. Besides, didn't you say that the purpose of this trip is to see the 'man in the painting'?"
Huang Changtian picked up the teacup reluctantly: "Don't worry, Qingfeng has arranged everything, let's listen to the music first."
Qingfeng is the male brothel owner.
If Chu Danfeng could take his eyes off the young man playing the pipa, he would find that Qingfeng had been peeking at him through the crack in the door, drooling.
Hua Tingxuan could no longer bear it, so he put down the bowl of cheese, pretended to go to the toilet, went around to the back door, grabbed Qingfeng, covered his mouth before he could scream, and dragged him all the way to the end of the flower corridor.
At the same time, Ghost Yue Lao appeared from the darkness and very tactfully set up an illusion barrier. No matter what Boss Hua did to the young man, no one would hear or see it.
Hua Tingxuan then let go of Qingfeng: "If you look at him again, I will dig out your eyes."
Although the male brothel owner was a little scared, he still refused to accept it: "I am watching my own business, what does it have to do with you? Who are you to him, to control him in every way?"
Hua Tingxuan was choked by these words. He was indeed not related to Chu Danfeng yet and had no right to control him. He was just relying on his senior brother's indulgence and love for him, but this did not affect his use of violence against Qing Fengshi.
Just when Hua Tingxuan was about to teach him a lesson he would never forget, he heard Qingfeng say angrily, "Aren't you the boy lover he raised?"
Hua Tingxuan: "What?"
The ghost Yue Lao hiding in the dark: Oh no! This young man is finished, he actually dared to say that Mr. Hua is a pedophile!
Qing Feng misunderstood, thinking that she had guessed Hua Tingxuan's identity, and said proudly, "You can't fool me! Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, look at your little appearance, you are quite handsome and young, twelve or thirteen? It is the age that young masters like most.
More importantly, the look in his eyes is full of possessiveness. Master Chu also indulges you and feeds you snacks personally... I, Qing Feng, have served more men than you have ever seen. The secrets between you two cannot deceive me! You must be Master Chu's catamite. "
Hua Tingxuan: “…”
Ghost Yue Lao: It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, our Hua Boss has killed more people than you’ve ever seen, you’re definitely dead! And it’s going to be a particularly miserable death, at least you’ll be skinned alive!
Gui Yue Lao covered his eyes, thinking that the next scene would be very bloody.
However, Hua Tingxuan released his prepared true energy, changed his aggressive attitude, and said shyly: "Are we in that kind of relationship? Is it so obvious?"
Ghost Matchmaker:
Qing Feng looked as if it was true, and raised his chin: "Of course!"
Hua Tingxuan raised the corners of his lips, smiling reservedly and sweetly: "You also think he treats me well?"
Qing Feng rolled her eyes and snorted, "Can you trust a man's kindness? When he loves you, he wants to hold you in his hands, but after two or three years, you lose your youthful softness and he will find a new love! Besides, if you really tie him down, why would he come to me again?"
Hua Tingxuan argued: "He didn't want to come, he was dragged here by the Third... Young Master Huang."
"Tsk tsk tsk," Qing Feng said, "Although this is Mr. Huang's first time at Jinxiu Tower, I heard that he is a frequent visitor to red-light districts. Birds of a feather flock together. How honest can his friends be? You should be more open-minded."
Hua Tingxuan said stubbornly: "He won't do that as long as I'm here."
Qing Feng probably really regarded Hua Tingxuan as a fellow traveler, and said to him frankly: "Since ancient times, deep love has not led to longevity. In our line of work, falling in love is the most taboo. Young master, I advise you to save more money while you are still young and leave yourself a way out... Young Master Chu is handsome and looks like he is not an ordinary man. He is so noble and generous, so he must have a lot of spirit stones in his pocket."
"Hey," Qingfeng winked at Hua Tingxuan, "It must be fun to do that with him, right?"
Hua Tingxuan's face suddenly turned red.
Qing Feng said, "Why are you embarrassed? Skills in bed are a science. You can only keep him captivated if you make him feel comfortable. I am an expert in this area. I have as many erotic pictures as you want. If you don't mind, I can give you some... I only ask one thing of you. If you ever feel better, don't let others get away with it. Introduce him to me first."
“…” Hua Tingxuan’s face darkened again.
Qing Feng didn't notice and continued, "I'll tell you quietly, your Master Chu has a physique that is rare in a thousand years. If you can have a fight with him, even if you have to pay, it's still a profit. It's a pity that your hair hasn't grown out yet, so it must be the one below. If you can have sex with him once, it will definitely be a ecstasy."
He seemed to be talking about some delicious delicacy, and he made himself hungry. As he wiped his saliva, he felt a murderous intent.
When he turned around again, he saw Hua Tingxuan had returned to his initial expression and ordered coldly: "Don't think about him."
Just at this moment, the shouts of several waiters rang in my ears.
"Where is Brother Qingfeng? Why can't I find him anywhere? The customers are urging us to come back."
Hua Tingxuan winked into the void, and Gui Yue Lao hurriedly and quietly removed the barrier.
Qing Feng didn't know that he had just saved his life. He answered "I'm coming" and went to work with his waist twisted.
It was not until his figure disappeared that Hua Tingxuan called out to Gui Yue Lao, "Can you tell what he is?"
Hearing that Hua Tingxuan was asking directly about "things", Gui Yue Lao also reported truthfully: "It's a vixen, like a seductive fox, specializing in the art of collecting and replenishing. However, its cultivation is not high, and it didn't even notice my barrier... It shouldn't have killed anyone, otherwise the Shuangji Sect wouldn't have allowed it to run a brothel within its jurisdiction."
Hua Tingxuan waved his hand indifferently, letting Gui Yue Lao retreat, and then he said to himself: "Another vixen." Do they really know how to... serve people? If I serve him well, can I really make him love me wholeheartedly? Are the spring palace pictures... really useful
Hua Tingxuan frowned in thought as he turned back to the private room, just in time to see Qingfeng directing a few eunuchs to carry the painting.
Chu Danfeng called him: "Xuan'er, come here, this is the 'person in the painting'."
The pimps carried it carefully and slowly unfolded the scroll and placed it on a high platform. It was a painting of four beauties on silk. A beautiful middle-aged woman was sitting on the corridor with tea. Looking forward, a young man in red was leaning against the door admiring the flowers. A young girl in green was standing beside him with a round fan in her hand. They were talking and laughing. There was also a handsome servant standing beside them in the distance.
Although the painting was good, it was just good. It was not as lifelike as the outside world boasted. Huang Changtian stared at the painting for a long time and asked Qingfeng: "Is that it? It's nothing more than this."
Qing Feng said: "Don't be anxious, my dear, the beauties are thirsty, try to give her some water."
As he spoke, he handed over a cup of tea. Seeing that Huang Changtian didn't understand, he smiled and poured the tea into the painting. For a moment, Chu Danfeng thought that this male brothel owner was trying to scam him - wasn't the painting said to be priceless? Just pouring tea into it like that? !
Then, the girl in the green skirt in the painting opened her mouth to take the tea, then wiped her mouth, and bowed to them with a smile.
… So this is what 'lifelike' means.
Chu Danfeng was very excited: "This magic is quite exquisite." For a 'famous and upright sect' like Shuangji Sect that respects the sword, most of the disciples disdain such strange and tricky skills. However, Chu Danfeng likes this seemingly useless magic the most - isn't retirement life all about having fun
Huang Changtian was obviously also a connoisseur and praised: "Not bad!"
"That's nothing. Qingfeng will demonstrate it for you gentlemen." As he said that, the male brothel owner winked, and a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old stepped forward and respectfully handed over an inkstone. Qingfeng pressed her slender white fingers on it, dipped it in ink, and then smeared it on the painting.
To be precise, it was not smearing, but using ink-soaked fingers to pull the clothes of the young man in red.
The young man dodged at first, but then he laughed as if his itch was tickled, and his long black hair fell down. However, Qing Feng did not let him go and kept pulling his clothes. His outer robe was stripped off, and his inner clothes also slipped off, revealing his round shoulders and straight collarbones. The young man's peach blossom eyes were filled with tears from laughing, and he looked up at them pitifully.
Hua Tingxuan: “… !!” The eyebrows and eyes of this young man in red are somewhat similar to Chu Danfeng.
He thought of his senior brother's slipping sleeves and black hair by the cold pond in Qingshanju, and also of the erotic painting mentioned by the foxy male brothel owner. If this painting was made into an erotic painting...
"It's really good!" Huang Changtian rubbed his hands, "Great, no wonder so many young masters from noble families are chasing after it. It would be great if I could give it up."
Qing Feng smiled and said, "You must be kidding. This is our treasure. We won't sell it for any amount of spirit stones. In fact, no matter how realistic it is, it's just a painting. It can't be as sensitive as a real person. Don't you agree, Master Chu?"
As Qingfeng spoke, she was about to move closer to Chu Danfeng. Tsk, this Mr. Chu was not only handsome, but also had a physique that was rarely seen in a thousand years. It was really hard for the fox to control herself.
But Hua Tingxuan still stopped him accurately, his eyes full of warnings, not allowing this unknown creature to flirt with his senior brother again.
Chu Danfeng was completely unaware of the undercurrent between the two of them. His attention was focused on the "Four Beauties Picture" and he asked, "Where did this painting come from? Do you know what magic was used?"
Qing Feng: "I got it from a wandering monk. It cost me a lot of spirit stones. As for what kind of magic it is, I am a mortal, how can I understand it."
Hua Tingxuan glanced at him when he heard that, and then while no one was paying attention, he quietly held down the person in the painting. He did not use ink, but the young man in red twisted and dodged along with his movements. He also used a little spiritual power, and the beauties in the painting were stunned for a moment, but still showed off their charm.
Finally, a magic pattern flashed between Hua Tingxuan's eyebrows, and a black gas flowed out from his fingertips. The black gas was very light, like ink scattered in water, spreading out little by little in the painting. The young man in red stopped struggling and laughing, but fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to Hua Tingxuan continuously.
The other two men and one woman in the painting also fell to their knees in shock.
Qing Feng took the opportunity to ask Chu Danfeng about magic and tried to express her feelings to him with her eyes, but it was Huang Changtian who first discovered the wonder in the painting.
"Hey, what are these little guys doing?"
Hua Tingxuan calmly withdrew his hand and lowered his eyelashes to hide the complex expression in his eyes - there was something wrong with this painting.
"There's something wrong with this painting." Chu Danfeng also frowned.
As soon as Qing Feng said "How is it possible", Huang Changtian echoed: "Something is wrong. Look, why are these little guys crying? They seem to be asking for help."
The 'Four Beauties' in the painting all kneel down in unison, muttering something. Although we can't hear what they are saying, from their mouth shapes, it is clear that they are saying the word 'help'.
Especially the young man in red, who took off his outer clothes on the spot. His upper body below his shoulders was covered with mottled marks, as if it was caused by some rough hemp rope.
And he didn't stop there, it seemed as if he wanted to take off his lower garment as well to show the humiliation he had suffered.
Huang Changtian sighed: "My mother has hidden benefits!" Chu Danfeng was also attracted by this voice. Hua Tingxuan keenly caught the gaze of his senior brother. For a moment, Huang Changtian and Chu Danfeng were looking at the paintings, while Qingfeng and Hua Tingxuan were looking at people.
The next moment, Qingfeng and Hua Tingxuan covered the painting together.
Huang Changtian: “…”
Chu Danfeng: “…”
It’s fine for Qingfeng to hide his paintings as the boss, but why are you, Hua Tingxuan, joining in the fun
But there was no need for Hua Tingxuan to explain. Qing Feng apologized with a nervous smile, "Hahahaha, please don't be offended, guests. Some guests have increased the price. They used to appreciate paintings alone. They might have used pens to draw some ropes or something... It will be fine in a few days. Today, it's the first time that they kneel down and beg for help. I'm really sorry for ruining your fun. I think, today's fee will be waived, and I'll give you a table of food and wine. How about that?"
"No need!" Hua Tingxuan said coldly.
"That's right." Chu Danfeng also stood up and frowned, "Mr. Qingfeng, please explain clearly what is going on with this painting?"
"This... isn't it just some trivial tricks? Probably some interesting magic. If you want to explain it in depth, I, a mortal, don't understand..." Qing Feng looked at Huang Changtian for help, "Mr. Huang, you know me. Jinxiu Tower has been operating for many years, and I have always been honest and never dared to do anything out of line!"
But Huang Changtian also fell silent. Even though he didn't like to delve into magic, he was still an inner disciple of the Shuangji Sect and could understand the difference between 'magic' and 'soul'.
No matter how sophisticated the magic is, it is just executing a pre-determined rule. For example, Dong Qingdao's "Puppetry" does not matter how much a puppet looks like a human being, and will not act like a human asking for help. Another example is Guixu Villa's "Paper Art". Their paper puppets are vivid and have seven emotions and six desires because the owner has attached a trace of soul. Once evacuated, they will turn back into a piece of waste paper.
This "beauty in the painting" has obviously gone beyond the category of "unique craftsmanship" and is more like... a real soul is sealed inside.
But why couldn't he sense any ghostly aura at all
Qing Feng also said: "Fanyang Town is under the jurisdiction of Shuangji Sect. How dare I mess with it? This painting is really fine. There is not a trace of ghost. The distinguished guests are really worrying too much."
Chu Danfeng sneered: "Have we ever told you that there is something strange about your painting? I'm just asking casually, why are you so nervous?"
“… …” Qing Feng’s face suddenly changed, realizing that he had overreacted because of his guilty conscience.
Before he could quibble again, Chu Danfeng tapped the folding fan on his palm and said calmly, "Xuan'er."
Hua Tingxuan's disciple drew his sword and the sharp tip of the sword was pressed against Qingfeng's neck.
Seeing the disciple sword, Qing Feng calmed down instead, "So they are all disciples of the immortal sect. Jinxiu Tower has been operating under the Shuangji Sect for nearly a hundred years, and has some friendship with the immortal leader of your sect, just like the inner disciples of Kunduan Peak... If the commotion gets out of hand, wouldn't it be like a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple?"
The implication is: I have someone above me.
The Shuangji Sect was such a huge organization that there were more than a thousand inner disciples in the Sixteen Peaks alone, and there were countless outer disciples and children of aristocratic families who were studying there in name only. In the prefectures, towns and villages under its jurisdiction, there were always people who claimed to know the immortals of the Shuangji Sect, but no one knew whether it was true or not.
However, Bai Cangshan's reputation for loving to recruit disciples spread far and wide. Nine out of ten outsiders who claimed to have "someone in the sect" would say that they knew a disciple from Zhenyu Peak. After all, Uncle Bai had many disciples and it was not easy to be exposed.
Chu Danfeng didn't care whether the male procuress really knew him or was just bragging. He opened his folding fan and sneered, "Since you know Zhenyu Peak, you should also understand that there is no room for sand in the Shuangji Sect. Tell the truth or wait for me to personally escort you to the sect to report it?"
"How dare you! Who do you think you are—" Qing Feng suddenly stopped talking and his eyes fell on the fan.
There are two lines of inscription on it: "If there is no idleness in your mind, it is a good time in the world." The inscription is written by Yun Yehe, and the brushstrokes are as handsome and lazy as the person. Next to the inscription is a bunch of bright and beautiful peach blossoms. Although the peach blossoms are gorgeous, they have a vigorous style that can be seen through the back of the paper.
Qing Feng: “!”
Coincidentally, the male madam of Jinxiu Tower was not bragging, he really knew several inner disciples and knew more about the anecdotes within the sect.
This elegant silver-paper bamboo fan with inscriptions and paintings, coupled with Mr. Chu's handsome face that is one in a million... Could it be that he is the legendary inner sect disciple Chu Danfeng from Lixu Peak who split the barrier of Wanjian Peak with a single fan
Who can afford this!!!
Hua Tingxuan originally wanted to take this opportunity to demolish Jinxiu Building, teach this ignorant fox a lesson for wanting to get his hands on his junior brother, and even better, take advantage of the chaos to steal a few of the fox's treasured erotic paintings...
Unexpectedly, Qing Feng's attitude changed and he suddenly admitted his mistake: "Calm down, Immortal! I'm telling the truth!"
Chu Danfeng and Huang Changtian were both a little surprised and said, "You say."
Chu Danfeng winked again, and Hua Tingxuan had to retract his sword with some regret.
Qing Feng: "Actually, this painting was sold to me by a ghost cultivator. The tricks of a ghost cultivator are probably not presentable, but I swear to God, I really don't know what the secret is! It's just that other famous brothels have 'people in the painting', but there are none in our Fanyang Town, so I wanted to be the first. I heard that this painting came from Taiyou Realm."
Taiyou Realm is one of the most prosperous places in the world of cultivation. Not only is it home to a large sect, it is also a major transportation hub, with affluent people and a developed entertainment industry. It can be said to be a fashion trendsetter in the world of cultivation, so it is understandable that the male procuress was in a hurry to buy the painting.
Chu Danfeng: "What are the characteristics of that ghost cultivator?"
Qing Feng confessed honestly: "He looked eerie, with a pale face, and he looked like a living ghost, but his features were still handsome. The accessory hanging around his waist was quite special, a small purple crystal bottle."
"!!!" Hua Tingxuan asked, "What kind of small bottle?"
Qing Feng: "There are dense runes on it, and it's all light purple. Because it looks delicate, I took a closer look at it, and he got angry at me."
"Is it the flying cigarette bottle? " Hua Tingxuan thought.
Chu Danfeng didn't care - not all ghost cultivators look eerie, this one is at most a more handsome ghost cultivator.
As for the amethyst bottle with runes, who could guarantee that he would not exchange it for a self-defense weapon? But at least it was a gain, so he would just write it down and report it to his master. He did not intend to catch any evil cultivators himself. He had already fulfilled his obligations as a disciple of the sect, and no matter what reason he had, it was not enough for him to take risks.
It is better to have less things to do than more. Isn't retirement life all about a leisurely and comfortable life
Then Qing Feng continued, "Oh, by the way, I overheard his conversation. The ghost cultivator's purpose in selling paintings was secondary. His main purpose seemed to be to find someone. It was a girl named Ye, and her name seemed to be Lu."