Scientific Cultivation of Immortals: Making the Flying Sword Gatling at the beginning

After going up to the second floor, Gu Biao realized that the second floor is where the happiness of Huanxiang Pavilion begins.

In almost all the famous kilns in Yanzhou, the first floor is mostly just to welcome guests and open the eyes of poor ghosts who don't have much money.

The daily activities of each kiln began on the second floor - making tea circles.

Pulled a young man at the stairs, Gu Biao opened his mouth and asked, "Hey, that's right, it's you! It's the first time I've come to your Huanxiang Pavilion, sir, please tell me the rules here."

Although he has never been to this kind of place before, Gu Biao feels that he cannot lose in terms of momentum, he must let others feel that you are a veteran.

The boy stopped to look at Gu Biao, and introduced Gu Biao: "Then you really came to the right place."

"Who doesn't know that our Huanxiang Pavilion is here in Yanzhou, who doesn't know? If nothing else, our girl Xinya from Huanxiang Pavilion..."

Gu Biao raised his hand to interrupt the boy's bragging: "Don't, let's get straight to the point."

The boy nodded: "Okay, there are twelve courtyards on the second floor, and ten courtyards on the third floor, you can go in and have a tea circle with all the young masters. "

"Different yards have different charging standards. You will know this after you enter."

Seeing Gu Biao's strong outside but capable inside, the servant explained thoughtfully.

From the name of the room on the second and third floors, it is clear that it will not be the place where the red card and the oiran are stationed.

So Gu Biao continued to ask: "May I ask which floor and which yard are the red cards and oirans of Huanxiang Pavilion?"

"Okay, this is another guy with high eyesight and low skills. With his young appearance, he doesn't want to introduce him to easy ones, but he insists on challenging difficult ones." The boy thought to himself.

But the boy didn't mock or refuse, and answered Gu Biao's question:

"On the fourth floor, there are four courtyards in spring, summer, autumn and winter, corresponding to the four red cards of Huanxiang Pavilion, and on the fifth floor, there are four courtyards of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and there are oirans and top cards who are famous throughout the dynasty are stationed."

Gu Biao waved his hand to indicate that the boy could leave, turned around and walked to the third floor.

Who is he, Uncle Gu?

Come and come the best!

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Gu Biao went straight up to the fourth floor, and was about to go up to the fifth floor, but was stopped by the guards.

"Hello, guest, if you want to go up to the fifth floor, please pay for a middle-grade spirit stone first."

Hearing what the guard said, Gu Biao turned his head and left.

Just kidding, a middle-grade spirit stone is worth a hundred low-grade spirit stones.

He, Gu Biao, was out of his mind to spend this unjustly money.

Back on the fourth floor, Gu Biao chose the direction of Xiayuan.

Gu Biao liked Xia Tian the most in his previous life, as long as he was a man, he would understand everything.

"I don't know if the girls in Xia Yuan are as hot as Xia Tian."

This time I heard that if you want to enter the Summer Courtyard to play tea, you have to hand in a middle-grade spirit stone.

Gu Biao gritted his teeth and still paid the huge sum of money.

"After all, it's the first time. You can't find a bad one. Just treat it as paying tuition."

Gu Biao thought to himself.

After handing in the spirit stone of Dachawei, and entering the yard, Gu Biao found a dozen or so young masters sitting in the room.

The boys and buddies were chatting while drinking tea, watching the five dancers in light tulle skirts dancing gracefully.

Gu Biao found a vacant seat, imitating the young master, commenting on the dancing girl with her slender waist and plump buttocks.

There is one thing to say, these dancers are indeed all beauties, but if the famous Huanxiang Pavilion red card is at this level, then Gu Biao is really disappointed.

"This young master looks a bit unfamiliar, it is the first time to come to Huanxiang Pavilion."

A middle-aged man dressed as a rich man beside him said with a smile.

Gu Biao was stunned, he didn't expect that someone would come to talk to him.

Immediately try to make his expression look more gentle, and clasped his fists together:

"Yes, my younger brother, Hu Jianguo, is a scholar from Yunzhou. He came to Yanzhou to study. He heard that the beauties in Yanzhou have silky eyebrows and natural charm. I came here to open my eyes."

When Gu Biao went out today, he deliberately changed into a thick green shirt and robe, which concealed his muscular body.

Now his expression is soft, and with a pair of sword eyebrows, he really has the appearance of a handsome and cheerful scholar.

The middle-aged rich man smiled and also reported his family name.

He is a businessman from Changping County near Yanzhou City, and he is a frequent visitor to Huanxiang Pavilion.

Taking this opportunity, Gu Biao chatted with the rich man and tried to use clichés.

I learned some rules about playing tea circle, and some information about Huanshafang and Huanxiang Pavilion.

Among other things, it turns out that in the red card courtyard of Huanxiang Pavilion, the tea circle is also very particular.

Not every girl with a red card or above will come out to accompany the guests.

Girls in different houses have different preferences.

Some like to play drinking orders, some like pairs, and some like poetry.

If in a round of tea rounds, the red card girl takes a fancy to someone, she will ask the maid to keep him and lead her into the house.

If you don't like it, the maid will see off the guests, and then start the next round of tea making rounds.

Unfortunately, Miss Ningyue of Xia Yuan likes poetry.

Usually, she would play a few rounds of drinking orders with everyone, and when everyone had almost enjoyed themselves, she would come up with a topic for them to write a poem on.

Afterwards, Miss Ningyue would comment on them one by one with pen and ink on the paper with poems.

Miss Ningyue will show the poems that she has her eyes on, and then close the door and leave.

After that is the part that everyone loves to see.

After chatting with the rich man for a while, Ningyue, the red card girl of Xia Yuan, came out.

Gu Biao took a closer look and saw that the Ningyue girl from the summer courtyard had firm skin and springy eyebrows.

Judging by the appearance of the single wheel, although the girl is not as charming as God Yunxi, she is still a first-class beauty, comparable to Bai Wanqing.

And the focus is still on this Ningyue girl, she is dressed boldly, her fragrant shoulders are half exposed, and she is wearing a clear gauze skirt that women in this era usually dare not wear.

Under the clear gauze, the flesh color was still faintly visible, and the eyes of many people present were straightened in an instant.

Gu Biao also encouraged himself in his heart.

"Very good, I have already taken the first step towards success. Next, as long as I can attract the attention of this Ningyue girl and become the guest of honor, I will be able to sell my products logically!"

I heard from the rich man that this Ningyue girl likes poetry.

And just now, Gu Biao stroked it. In this world, there are only great merchants, immortal Qin, great Tang, and great Han, which means that poets in the Qing period should not have been born yet.

Or even if there is, then Gu Biao can't control it.

I really don't believe it, even if you are proficient in talent with a red card from a brothel, you can memorize all the poems in the world?

At worst, the society will die.

The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.

And it was Hu Jianguo who copied the poem, so what does it matter to me, Gu Biao?

Under the leadership of Miss Ningyue, everyone played a few rounds of drinking orders.

Due to the wine, everyone's faces were more or less flushed.

Especially Gu Biao, he was not very familiar with this kind of game, so he was fined a lot of alcohol.

Ningyue saw that everyone was almost excited, so she asked the maid to hand them pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Little girl is not talented, I would like to invite all the gentlemen to write a poem with the word 'love' as the title."

Ning Yue's brows were full of spring, her red lips were lightly pursed, she leaned over and bowed to everyone, and said with a smile.

Taking "love" as the topic can be said to be quite broad.

Gu Biao pondered in his mind for a while, and suddenly had an idea, so he picked up a pen and wrote it.

His calligraphy is not very good, but after living in this world for so many years, he can write at least, and he can barely read.

Handing over the paper to the maidservant, and putting it together with the poems just written by the group, Ning Yue lowered her eyebrows and examined them one by one.

The dancer continued to dance for the entertainment of everyone.

Suddenly, Ning Yue's expression brightened, and she looked up at everyone.

Without delaying for too long, Ning Yue suppressed the joy in her heart and continued to write and comment on the poems for everyone.

After a while, Ning Yue Yingying stood up, said hello to everyone, and retreated into the inner room.

The maidservant showed a pair of poems, only to see:

"Butterfly Love Flower · Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon"

The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past and the past are like a ring.If it is like the end of the moon, it will be bright and clean, and the ice and snow will be warm.

It's easy to end without that fate, the swallow is still there, and said softly stepping on the curtain hook.After singing, Qiutang's worries never cease, and Chun Cong recognizes the amphibious butterfly.