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

Those who can afford a medium-grade spirit stone to play tea on the fourth floor of the Huanxiang Pavilion are mostly young masters with decent family backgrounds.

Naturally, it is impossible to have nothing in your chest.

A young man in a green shirt said with a long sigh:
"Wonderful! As soon as this word comes out, it seems that no one present today can match it, so Yang will take a step ahead and leave!"

After finishing speaking, Young Master Qingshan turned around and opened the door to leave.

Another white-robed young man held the poem returned by the maid, his hands trembled slightly, his eyes kept moving between the poems displayed by the maid and his own work, and finally he sighed:
"If you have a beard, why don't you have a ginger!"

After finishing speaking, he tore the work in his hands left and right with both hands, threw it on the ground, and walked out of the attic without looking back.

The corners of Gu Biao's mouth curled up slightly.

"It seems that people in this world still understand it well."

This poem was originally a mourning poem by Nalan Xingde, written after his wife passed away.

However, Gu Biao changed the Qiufen in the original poem to Qiutang, combined with the word '月' in Ningyue girl's name, expressing his admiration for Ningyue.

The first part of the poem expresses Gu Biao's pity for Ningyue.

And the wonderful thing is to download this film.

The first sentence of the next film in the poem "It's easy to end without that worldly relationship", used in this brothel, is simply a must.

is not that right?The girl in the brothel, living in the secular world, seems to be passionate, but in fact she can't help herself.

Every relationship in the world ends in nothing.

The lucky girl was eventually redeemed by a businessman or a man from a small family and used as a concubine.

Girls who are unlucky, either have no money to redeem themselves and die in this brothel, or are defrauded of their money and sex by flattering words, or even reduced to the point where they lose their money for a good death.

The last two lines of the next film: "After singing, Qiu Tang's sorrow has not stopped, and Chun Cong recognizes the amphibious butterfly."

Cleverly expressed Gu Biao's love.

I sing a song for you in the high hall in this autumn, but my melancholy has not diminished at all. How I wish I can play happily in the grass with you like butterflies flying together in spring!
Thinking of this, Gu Biao coughed twice.

Spring, a season where everything thrives...

"As for how to play in the grass, that's up to the beholder..."

Gu Biao pulled back his thoughts and looked up at the maidservant in front of the hall, but after seeing the maidservant finished showing, she smiled and shouted:

"Excuse me, who is Mr. Hu? My wife is here to invite you."

Gu Biao stood out from the crowd and bowed his hands to everyone.

"Brother Hu is worthy of being a scholar. I think Brother Hu must be on the list in the imperial examination in [-]! Let me congratulate Brother Hu for being unparalleled today!"

The rich man from Changping County also cupped his fists in congratulations.

It stands to reason that there is no imperial examination for big businessmen.

However, the Tang Dynasty elected and perfected this official selection system thousands of years ago, and finally King Zhou began to learn and use it a hundred years ago.

That's why Gu Biao didn't have any doubts at the beginning when he reported his family name as a scholar and rich man.

After exchanging greetings and compliments with everyone, Gu Biao turned around and left with the maidservant.

……

Gu Biao pushed the door open and entered, only to see Miss Ningyue sitting aside early, waiting for him.

"My lord, you're here~" Ning Yue's eyes were filled with affection, her voice was gentle, and the gauze was light, making her more and more charming.

"It seems that Ning Yue has been completely conquered by my talent."

Gu Biao thought shamelessly.

Ningyue moved lightly with lotus steps, stepped forward and pulled Gu Biao to sit beside her.

The two sat side by side, Ningyue's slender and beautiful catkins held Gu Biao's hand with affection.

"Young Master is really good at writing. I thank you for your Ci. With this Ci, I will be able to compete for the position of Hua Kui in the coming year."

Gu Biao was taken aback.

He knows this, the competition for oiran depends not only on beauty and talent.

And fame!

But he didn't expect the power of one of his poems to be so great.

No wonder those young masters lost their souls one by one after reading this poem, Ning Yue also looked at him affectionately, as if she was in love with him alone.

To be honest, Ning Yue was born extremely beautiful.

It seems that it should have been released not long ago, otherwise, with her strength, it would be impossible to just be a red card on the fourth floor.

Gu Biao would not comment that among the women he had met, she was only inferior to Di Yunxi, and comparable to Bai Wanqing.

If one could mention fame now, one would indeed have the strength to compete for the position of oiran.

Gu Biao asked: "With Miss Ningyue's beauty and talent, is there no one to redeem you?"

Ningyue sighed sadly: "Just like what you wrote in your poem, son, the fate of the world is easy to break. The slave family has not yet found a place where the slave family is willing to spend the rest of their lives, and the slave family's worth..."

Gu Biao remained silent, he understood the pain of women like them.

Their worth, if they want to redeem themselves, is more than ten thousand gold?
Oh no, more than tens of thousands of spirit stones?
Based on Ningyue's current net worth, if there are two rounds of chasing rounds a day, about [-] middle-grade spirit stones will come into the account every day, which is equivalent to [-] low-grade spirit stones!

Huanxiangge, a large brothel, cultivated these girls from a young age with the method of furnace.

This kind of cauldron kung fu can't improve any strength, there are only two points, which are for men to enjoy, and for women to live longer.

So based on the fact that these women have served for at least 80 years, how can the value of each girl be estimated?
This is not counting the future income of a girl like Ning Yue who has the potential to become an oiran.

"But..." Ning Yue changed the topic, biting her delicate and plump lips:

"If you don't give up, the slave family is willing to entrust the rest of your life to you."

Worried that Gu Biao would dislike her, Ning Yue added:
"My family is 19 years old this year. I have just completed the training of the Huanxiang Pavilion, and it has just come out. However, because my family has the potential to be an oiran, my mother asked me to spend as little time as possible with guests."

"Although the slave family is only a human being, they have been trained by the Huanxiang Pavilion since they were 5 years old, and now they have the cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining."

Gu Biao pondered, the nine levels of Qi Refining, that is to say, Ning Yue's aptitude is not bad.

You know, since childhood, she should have spent a lot of time learning piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, and how to serve men.

"But, girl, what you trust is not human!"

"Let's not talk about whether I can afford you or not, just talk about my real purpose..."

"Actually, I, like those stinky men outside, are all greedy for your body."

"Maybe the only difference is that I covet your body in order to promote my products..."

Gu Biao's brain was working rapidly.

How can we politely refuse without hurting the young girl's heart?
Got it!

Gu Biao pretended to sigh:

"Just like what I wrote in the lyrics, it's easy to end without that mortal relationship... After singing, Qiu Tang's sorrow will not stop..."

"Young master, I am powerless!"

After all, Gu Biao pretended to turn his head and wipe away his tears.

Ning Yue was immediately moved, a pair of catkins took Gu Biao's hand again, crossed her fingers, and said with teary eyes:

"Young Master, I understand! Ningyue will work hard! I just hope that Young Master will not despise Ningyue."

"I didn't mean that, hey!"

Gu Biao yelled in his heart.

But Gu Biao had a plan in mind.

Isn't this the best time to sell your product?

Gu Biao turned his head and controlled his expression to show that suppressed sadness:
"But Ningyue, I have a method that may allow you to become the oiran faster."

Ningyue's slender and beautiful jade hands are still tightly intertwined with Gu Biao's ten fingers, indulging in the fantasy of love:
"Young master, tell me."

Gu Biao broke free from Ning Yue's hand briefly and stood up.

There is no way, that hand is too slippery and moist, and the jade legs covered with clear gauze are clinging to his side, if this continues, he will not be able to hold it anymore.

I am here to do business!
Taking out a set of clothes from the storage bag, Gu Biao showed it to Ning Yue.

"My people opened a small workshop in the city. This is the clothes I designed. I think it can greatly enhance the charm of women and contribute to your career as an oiran!"

Ningyue gently pinched a corner of the dress with her slender fingers. After Gu Biao's gestures, she already knew how to wear the dress and its purpose.

With a shy smile, Ning Yue bit her bright red lips and nodded.

"Nice, the plan works! But I didn't expect that I would end up living in a way I hate."

Knowing that the reason why Ningyue agreed was purely to save face, Gu Biao thought with a sigh.