Wu Zhen thought for a while and said, "From now on, if you lie to others, I won't expose you."
Yu Qingyao laughed and said, "If you dare to expose it, I'll kill you, and that doesn't count."
Wu Zhen was depressed, thinking about it for a long time, but couldn't think of what bet she could bet on.
She has to listen to Yu Qingyao in everything, whether she likes it or not, everything belongs to Yu Qingyao, and she has no property of her own to bet.
Asking Yu Qingyao to let her go free, she dared not mention such a condition, for fear that her dark-hearted master would kill her.
She only dared to ask for two more bites.
Seeing that Wu Zhen stopped talking, Yu Qingyao didn't bother to talk to her, and went to find a secluded place by herself.
She felt that the Taiyi sect was too powerful, and the Chu family was too powerful. Even if they hid here, it would not be safe, and they had to hide for a while. After a year or so, Chu Shenjun relaxes and stops looking for her, so he can go out to play.
After spending some time in Chu State, she felt that her cultivation was still a bit low.
I want to use this time to practice quietly and improve my cultivation level a bit.
In addition, she also plans to use this spare time to learn calligraphy, painting, poetry and literature to improve her temperament.
You can't just fix your eyes on Taoist priests. Among the men in the world, Taoist priests are a minority after all.
Studying ancient poetry and prose can attract literati, and we should not ignore literati, they are amazing writers. It would be great if someone wrote a few poems and essays that have been passed down through the ages, such as Luoshen Fu or something, right
If you want to attract literati and elegant scholars, how can you do it if you don't know anything about poetry, calligraphy and painting
That would be criticized as bland and obnoxious.
Yu Qingyao chose a phoenix-tailed bamboo grove halfway up the mountain, swept out an open space in it, and placed the wooden house. A well was dug in the yard. There is her hiding place.
She set off for the small town below the mountain.
She wants to ask a teacher to teach herself.
To talk about poetry and prose, a middle-aged man should have been chosen as the teacher. It is best to be well-known and have won the number one prize.
But in this kind of small town, Yu Qingyao felt that she was not that lucky to meet that kind of celebrity.
The next best thing is to choose an old Juren who is old. However, firstly, she lived in the mountains, and the old man was afraid that she would not be able to climb the mountain, and secondly, she didn't like old men.
Therefore, she decided to choose a female teacher in her twenties and thirties who could write poetry and paint.
If you want to find this kind of female teacher, you have to go to the brothel. Can't really find it anywhere else.
In Yu Qingyao's view, the ancient brothels are the places where talented women really come out. Because there is a place dedicated to cultivating like-minded lovers for civil servants and talented scholars.
In ancient times, literati always married a wife, gave birth to a son and a housekeeper at home, and then went to a brothel to fall in love.
In the history of literature, those passionate literati wrote countless beautiful and moving poems for the women in the brothel.
Yu Qingyao picked the biggest brothel in the city and broke into it.
Mr. Gui, who was guarding the gate, was dumbfounded when he saw a masked female crown barging in.
Yu Qingyao felt that it would be bad for a white lotus like herself to enter a place like a brothel, so it would be bad for people to know, so she put on a veil deliberately.
It was morning when Yu Qingyao came, and when she went inside, she found that it was empty, not to mention the red card, not even the rough envoy.
Suddenly, she realized that she had come too early, and the people in the brothel were probably trying to catch up on sleep. You know, they didn't sleep at night.
She stopped and turned to the gatekeeper, "Where is your, uh, madam? I have something to do with her!"
Mr. Gui, who was guarding the gate, hurriedly laughed and said, "Master Dao, please sit down, I'll call right away!"
Yu Qingyao nodded expressionlessly, and sat down at a table in the lobby.
Although she has always been gentle towards men, Mr. Gui is an exception.
One tortoise flew to the back, and the other tortoise accompanied Xinxin to bring refreshments.
Yu Qingyao didn't even glance at it, let alone plan to eat it. Can this food be eaten? Maybe there are germs!
She didn't want to contract a strange disease just by drinking tea here.
It was really hard to speak clearly. The image of the white lotus completely collapsed.
At that time, it will be useless to kill all the people here.
She didn't quite understand how the disease was transmitted, but she refused to take the slightest risk.
She felt that everything here was dirty.
The old bustard heard that a Taoist priest was looking for her, so she didn't dare to neglect her face, so she wiped her face in a hurry before running over without washing her face.
Seeing Yu Qingyao, she was very disappointed, why is she a woman
If it is a male Taoist priest, it is too early to come now, I am afraid that something terrible has happened.
The female Taoist priest, what happened here, she couldn't think of it. She was really afraid that it was the sisters in the building who provoked the man with the female crown.
But when Yu Qingyao turned her head to look over, she felt relieved. No man would be willing to leave such a beautiful girl behind and run to his own building to look for wild food.
Although she couldn't really see Yu Qingyao's face, just looking at Qingyao's eyebrows, she felt that she must be a first-class beauty.
Yu Qingyao saw a person with a full head of pearls and emerald greens, whose face could be scraped off three catties of powder, and could not see her true colors, so she guessed that she was a procuress, and said, "I ask you, do you know someone who can teach women poetry and prose?" teacher?"
When the old bustard heard this, his heart sank. Smiling until the powder fell off his face, he said, "Master Daoist, I really know this. May I ask who are you trying to teach?"
She had doubts in her stomach, and wanted to ask who she wanted to teach, whether it was the Taoist leader, the official lady, or the singer, so that she could recommend the right candidate.
If it is to teach a singer, she has someone here, she can be learned without seeking the truth, as long as she can compose a few crooked poems casually and learn to fool the guests. After two or three months of intensive training, hire a gunner to prepare dozens of poems for backup, and then you can pretend to be a talented woman to coax guests.
Yu Qingyao pointed to Wuzhen on her shoulder, and said, "I'm a pet, I can't speak, and I'm disgustingly vulgar. I want to ask a teacher to teach her to read some poems so that she can learn how to write poems. It's just that I'm impatient. With a man by your side, do you have a female teacher?"
She is planning to live in seclusion for a period of time, so the teacher must follow her to live in seclusion. It is inconvenient to get along with a man for many years. A lonely man and a widow, it is not good to spread the word, and it will damage her reputation of purity.
The bustard and the tortoises were all dumbfounded when they heard this.
They took it seriously, and never heard of anyone hiring a teacher for the monster, let alone teaching the monster to compose poetry.
Don't talk about them, Wu Zhen was stunned.
She was eager to speak, saying that she did not learn. However, Yu Qingyao couldn't tolerate Wu Zhen's rebuttal. Once restrained, Wu Zhen could not speak.
Yu Qingyao added another sentence: "It's better to be able to teach calligraphy and painting. Is there such a teacher?"
Wu Zhen was terrified, Ling poetry and composition were already fatal, if she wanted to learn calligraphy and painting, she would be doomed. She tried her best to put on a fierce look to scare the old bustard. I'm afraid she will say yes.
The old bustard looked at Wu Zhen with a pale face, and said, "No, Daoist, really not."
It's not that there is nothing, she is afraid that her powerful helper will be eaten by monsters.
(end of this chapter)