The Invincible Myth of Wuxia

Chapter 115 Ten Thousand Immortals Building

It can be inferred from this that Song Pingsheng probably didn't even use half of his strength when he fought against him last time.

This will only strengthen the idea of ​​winning over the other party.

Next, the two exchanged some questions about cultivation.

Although Song Pingsheng was stronger than Fang Zhen, he more passively accepted the improvement of the system during his training. Therefore, Fang Zhen's explanation of martial arts insights gave him a feeling of enlightenment.

On the other hand, Song Pingsheng, because he has the memory of the previous life, although the details are not as good as Fang Zhen.

But in a macro perspective, he was far superior to the other party. He casually stole two sentences from the Tao Te Ching, which shocked Fang Zhen, and he respected Song Pingsheng's attitude even more.

The more the two chatted, the more excited they became. In a blink of an eye, the sky gradually darkened.

It wasn't until this time that Fang Zhen woke up. Seeing the darkness outside the house, he quickly got up and apologized: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I had a great conversation with Brother Song, and for a moment I forgot that I had to go to the Ten Thousand Immortals Building at night."

After speaking, he pulled Song Pingsheng and walked directly outside the house.

Seeing him in a hurry, Song Pingsheng became a little more curious about the Ten Thousand Immortal Tower.

After ordering the carriages and horses to be prepared quickly, Fang Zhen called Song Pingsheng to sit in, and then went straight to the outer city.

Two luxury carriages galloped in front, followed by more than a dozen entourages on horses.

A group of people headed towards Wanxian Tower in a mighty way. The gatekeepers guarding the inner city saw that it was the banner of the Fang family, and dared not have the slightest intention to stop them, so they quickly ordered their soldiers to let them go.

Song Pingsheng, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at the scene outside and gained some more understanding of Fang's family.

He didn't care about Jiang Guo's power struggle, he only wanted to pursue martial arts, and he never asked which faction the Fang family was on.

Now he just waits for the Martial Dao Trial Conference to pass, join the Supreme Dao Sect, and then devote himself to cultivation to completely eradicate the hidden dangers in his body.

Then raise your strength to the peak state, and wait for an opportunity to break through to the innate late stage.

While he was thinking about the road ahead, the carriage stopped with a hissing sound.

Song Pingsheng knew that he should have arrived at Wanxian Tower, so he got up and walked out of the carriage.

And Fang Zhen was already waiting for him outside, and at the same time introduced him: "This is Changle Square, which has always been known as Changle Weiyang, Ping An Chenghua."

Song Pingsheng looked at it in a blink of an eye and found that it was just like the name.

Although the night is falling, there are still singing and dancing here, the market is always open at night, and it is very bustling and lively.

Looking up, a majestic building appeared in front of my eyes, and the three characters of Wanxianlou hung in it.

Carved railings are built with jade, and there are endless pavilions and pavilions;

After Fang Zhen greeted Song Pingsheng, he took the lead and walked in front, and the group of people also stepped into the Wanxian Building.

After crossing the bustling hall, Fang Zhen led Song Pingsheng through a jade crystal corridor as if he knew the way.

After arriving at a private room, he walked directly in and said as he walked: "Every time I come to Wanxian Tower, I choose this room. The environment is beautiful and very quiet, no one will disturb me."

The two of them had just sat down when a woman dressed as a procuress walked in with a big smile on her face: "Oh, Mr. Fang unexpectedly came to visit today, making our place flourish."

Fang Zhen frowned slightly, looked at the old bustard with disgust and said: "My son is entertaining distinguished guests tonight, don't spoil the fun here, except for inviting Miss Yanyue, the rest will be served as usual."

Seeing Mr. Fang's complexion in front of him, the old bustard was too frightened to say anything, and hurriedly retreated obediently.

And Fang Zhen introduced the Ten Thousand Immortals Building to Song Pingsheng: "Brother Song, if you want to say that in the capital, the famous prostitutes in the brothels are the most respected place, it must be the Ten Thousand Immortals Building, especially the number one here, Miss Yanyue, and more It is known as the most gorgeous in the world."

Then he smiled narrowly at Song Pingsheng and said, "Lady Yanyue will pour wine for Brother Song herself later, don't be too cautious."

Song Pingsheng smiled sassyly and didn't say much.

Although he is not the kind of person with a pure heart and few desires, he has always kept a respectful distance from women.

In his previous life, he was able to go up and down in the mall for decades, relying on self-control, sex and wealth, he was able to stop the desire in his heart.

After a while, beautifully dressed maids walked in, carrying countless delicacies from mountains and seas, as well as fine wines.

At this moment, a sound of piano suddenly came out, which attracted the attention of the two of them.

At the hook bar on their left, two screens were slowly opened, revealing a magnificent woman playing the piano with both hands.

I saw this woman wearing a long white carved dress, with a ray of light gauze wrapping around her shoulders in her arms, three feet of blue silk behind her, and her temples moving with the sound of the piano.

She is about 20 years old, and she is as delicate as a spring flower and as charming as an autumn moon.

The cheeks are fresh, the skin is as good as snow, and the bright eyes are like autumn water, as if they can enchant people.

With the flicking of slender fingers, the wonderful sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, which makes people intoxicated.

After playing a song, Song Pingsheng and the two lightly clapped their hands to express their admiration.

Fang Zhen waved and motioned for the woman to sit next to Song Pingsheng, and then introduced: "Brother Song, this is the famous Miss Yanyue. In the entire capital, few people can invite her."

After finishing speaking, Fang Zhen narrowly said: "Brother Song, please introduce yourself to Miss Yanyue."

Looking at the beauty beside him, Song Pingsheng looked calm, and said calmly: "Miss Yanyue, Song Pingsheng, today I am honored to listen to the music of the girl's zither. This glass of wine is a respect, not a respect."

After taking a sip of the fine wine in the left and right glasses, Song Pingsheng put down the wine glass and stopped talking.

"Mr. Song is serious. It is a blessing that my family can play the piano for you. This glass of wine should be drunk by my family."

Yanyue smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was sweet and pleasant, revealing a hint of intoxication.

Stretching out the snow-white soft tip, gently picked up the jug, filled his own wine glass, then covered his face with a light gauze, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hahaha, Brother Song, Miss Yanyue seems to have fallen in love with you at first sight. This is the first time I've seen her like this."

Fang Zhen laughed out loud, looked at Song Pingsheng teasingly and said.

Yan Yue gently put down her wine glass and looked at Fang Zhen with resentful eyes: "Master Fang, you haven't introduced Mr. Song's identity to the slave family yet? Do you think so lightly of the slave family?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with tears, which made people feel distressed.

Fang Zhen was directly defeated by this look, and quickly waved his hands and said: "Okay, okay, Miss Yanyue, my brother Song, although born in an ordinary family, is very talented, and his strength is still higher than mine. Otherwise, how could I call him brother when I am so much older than him."

Song Pingsheng hastily pushed his hand and said modestly: "Brother Fang, Liao Zan, you and I have also competed before, and we are evenly matched, so how can we say that we are superior to you?"

(End of this chapter)