After 10 Years of Chopping Wood, I Am Invincible

Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo were a little shy. They were both fake scholars. They didn't know how to write poetry.

The two of them glanced at Meng Xing, only he could do it. Those good poems made Yuexian Restaurant so rich that it almost took away Liu Shiyun's soul.

Meng Xing said in a low voice, We are here to find someone, not to write poems and sleep oiran. It is the right thing to sit in the hall and see if there are any abnormal people.

Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo nodded together.

Three young masters, go sit there and write a good poem in a while. Miss Hua Rong will let you in when she is satisfied. The old lady said, and went to greet other customers.

The three sat down at a table, drinking tea and watching the people coming and going.

As long as whoever has a stronger aura, the three of them will take a few more glances, and only the one with a stronger aura is a cultivator.

Practitioners are not necessarily people from the Demon Sect in Red, but people from the Demon Sect in Red must be cultivators.

He looked at the large group of scholars who were composing poems next to him, thinking hard about each and every one of them, he seemed to be more serious than ten years of hard study for the imperial examinations, just to release the male hormones in his body and squander his gold inventory.

Junior Brother Meng, do you think there are people from the Red Clothes Demon Sect in this group of scholars? Gu Qingzhuo asked.

The aura in these people's bodies is very weak. They are all scholars who are powerless to hold a chicken. It should be impossible. Meng Xing shook his head.

Of course, it is not ruled out that someone has a magic weapon to hide the breath, which conceals the breath and mixes here.

Gu Qingzhuo nodded.

The three of them drank pot after pot of tea and went to the thatched hut several times, but no abnormal person was found.

Look at that person, he is a practitioner. Yao Jianyu looked at a tall middle-aged man and said in a low voice.

Meng Xing glanced at him, nodded, and whispered, Don't stare at him all the time, just observe in secret.

Practitioners feel sharp, and after a few more glances, others may feel it.

The tall middle-aged man ordered a girl and followed the girl upstairs.

Next, the three of them saw several practitioners. Some people ordered a girl, and some people ordered two or three girls. They all took them to the room and went straight to the theme.

When a scholar comes, he may order a girl, drink alcohol, recite poems, and brew enough, and his emotions are high enough, and then take him to a room.

What follows is indescribable, only comprehensible.

The three of them drank enough tea, and they were all strong-willed people, and their bodies became a little hot, but they were all worried that the other party would make a tabloid in front of Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo, and they all endured it.

The three of them are supervising each other and have proved their innocence to each other. Naturally, it is impossible to go beyond the rules.

Obviously they are all hungry and thirsty, but they are holding back.

How about, let's go find a girl each? Gu Qingzhuo, the first brother who had never experienced excitement, finally couldn't help his hunger and suggested in a low voice.

no!

Yao Jianyu and Meng Xing refused in unison.

I'm a serious person, I don't do this kind of thing. Yao Jianyu said righteously.

Gu Qingzhuo glanced at him, and immediately exposed: Brother Yao, you often go down the mountain, and you have been to the capital once, and you know any great scholar in the capital. Haven't you been to this kind of place to get dirty?

Although I've been there, I've never been in a mess. Yao Jianyu said.

The girls are sitting in your arms, how can you still be messed up? A saint can't do it, right? Gu Qingzhuo revealed ruthlessly.

Meng Xing couldn't help laughing. This Senior Brother Gu is becoming more and more vicious, and he was almost speechless, and now it is the same with Senior Brother Yao.

or,

Junior Brother Meng, you are going to write poetry, how about we go to the oiran girl's boudoir for tea? Yao Jianyu shifted the topic to Meng Xing.

The group of scholars wrote poems for a long time, but none of them were favored by the girl Hua Rong, and they were all downcast.

Do you want to drink tea? You want to sleep with the oiran, and don't look down on other vulgar fans. Meng Xing complained in his heart.

He shook his head, not wanting to waste his brain cells for an oiran.

Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo were both so stunning, and they were not very tempted, how could they lose their entire fish pond for a bus.

Looking at these two serious people, Gu Qingzhuo could only be speechless and continued drinking tea.

For the sake of my junior sister Xiao, I have to be patient too, otherwise Meng Xing will tell her, she may think that I am not innocent. In this way, wouldn't Junior Sister Xiao fall in love with Meng Xing?

Gu Qingzhuo could only comfort himself like this.

Master Liao, Master Liao is here.

Liao Gongzi wrote a poem last time and was entertained by Miss Hua Rong. Could it be that he has made a new poem this time?

Master Liao, read the poem you wrote last time, and let everyone appreciate it.

...

The hall suddenly became lively, a rather handsome young man walked in, and the poets who were writing poems surrounded him.

Liao Gongzi said with a beautiful face: This time I came to Chunyilou, I wrote another good poem, and I am going to dedicate it to the girl Huarong.

Young Master Liao, read it out and listen. Your poetry is outstanding, and you will definitely be able to impress Miss Hua Rong.

Haha! Thank you for your compliments! However, I am ashamed compared to the girl Hua Rong, who is a master of both music and poetry. The girl Hua Rong is much more accomplished in poetry than I am, and I can't wait to worship. Miss Hua Rong is my teacher. Liao Gongzi said proudly.

You have worshipped Miss Hua Rong as your teacher, and you want to sleep as a master! Rich readers really know how to play, and they like this kind of tune. Meng Xing complained in his heart.

Young Master Liao, you've won the prize! How can I compare to you who have read poetry and books? You come here only once in so many days, but you are really busy! said a charming and affectionate voice. To be numb in general.

Immediately, a stunningly charming and enchanting woman wearing a gorgeous skirt slowly walked down the stairs. Every step she took seemed to be a moving melody, swaying and attracting everyone's attention.

The scholars present suddenly became demented, and they couldn't look away, as if their souls had been hooked away.

The noisy hall was silent, and it was almost audible for needles to fall.

Miss Hua Rong, you are being courteous! Young Master Liao swallowed, but he quickly recovered and bowed.

Others suddenly woke up one by one like a dream, and came to salute one after another to show their goodwill. The whole hall became more lively than before, filled with the breath of male hormones that have nowhere to release.

Miss Hua Rong, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are a little more beautiful!

Miss Huarong, what do you think of the poem I wrote just now?

Miss Hua Rong, can you play the piano for me? I'm willing to pay one hundred taels of silver.

...

The noisy voice rang for a while, and then slowly calmed down amid the gentle dealings of the oiran lady.

Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo had their eyes straight when they saw the oiran lady, but because there was another sitting next to Meng Xing, they didn't surround her.

The beauty of this oiran lady is no less than Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yu, and even more charming and affectionate than them.

Meng Xing was also surprised, no wonder he dared to ask for a poem. This kind of appearance is simply stunning and stunning.