Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 93 If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don’t ask where the slave is.

"If it weren't for martial arts, I would have eaten Qin."

Feel the flames of karma in your mind, gently dancing with the lingering sound.

Zhou Pingan was sure at that time.

Of course the sound is good.

However, there is a problem with this "young girl" Qing Guoren's piano skills.

So, here's the problem. She was hiding in Huanhua Tower to perform the piano. She couldn't have eaten too much to hold on.

If someone discovers the secret of her music, will the gain outweigh the loss?

Zhou Ping'an has always been willing to speculate on everyone and everything in the world with the greatest malice.

If not because you really want to find a satisfactory "beloved man".

So, the purpose of this "young girl" spending so much effort must be to hide in the sound of the piano, and the people in the audience, including herself, are her "prey".

Originally, I was still a little unsure about the other party's purpose.

When the maid who led him into the building ordered the servants to prepare paper and pen, and started to roll call, he probably knew what Qingnu's plan was.

"Li Yuankang, Mr. Li has a poem to offer, and I will reward you with a thousand taels of silver."

"Young Master Zhang has a poem to offer, and I will appreciate the pattern with a thousand taels of silver."

"Zhao Mengbai, Mr. Zhao, has some poems to offer as a reward..."

"Xue Yuting, Master Xue..."

……

"The surname is Li, Li Yuankang. Isn't this the son of the county magistrate?" '

"Zhang", "Zhao", "Xue" and "Wang" are all big households in the county.

Look at the zealous admiration these people have.

Zhou Ping'an almost thought he had guessed the intention of the "young girl".

As a result, the maid who led the way handed me a pen and paper, and looked directly at me, as if if you don't write, I will keep standing.

"There's no need to play it so big."

Zhou Pingan was secretly unhappy.

If we meet, we can meet, we can use secret codes, we can join forces.

There’s no need to make it look like you’re actually shopping around.

If the news was passed back to the Lin family, he would write a poem or words to compete for favor, and the competition would be for the girl in the building.

No matter what Lin Huaiyu thinks, Xiaojiu will probably talk about it.

"The third level and the Heart-Eating Pill."

The maid quietly approached Zhou Ping'an, her lips moved slightly, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's fly, accurately reaching his ears.

What?
Zhou Ping'an's eyes flashed slightly.

Thirdly, perhaps the direction is not so clear.

There are so many martial arts in the world.

Any door may have a third level.

However, after contacting the identity of the other party's Red Lotus cultist and then contacting the "Heart-Eating Pill" behind it, he understood that the other party should be referring to the third level breakthrough method of "Pure World Lotus Body" and the control of Red Lotus. The "heart-eating pill" of important figures in the church.

This kind of elixir is quite famous in the Red Lotus Sect.

Zhou Pingan has been here for a while, but he heard Lin Huaiyu say something about it.

No wonder, they are not worried about rebellion among their men.

According to Lin Huaiyu, the truly important figures, such as the "Holy Lady", "Holy Son", "Heavenly Lady" and high-level figures such as the leaders of various parties, do not know how to use elixirs.

This type of master is befriended by the Red Lotus Church through kindness and righteousness.

Most of the time, they are looking for like-minded people or people who want something.

For fear of arousing rebelliousness.

For some consumables, there is no need to be so particular.

For example, "Dharma Protector General" is probably such a role.

'Poor Tang Lin'er. '

Zhou Pingan suddenly remembered something.

Of course he is not a "divine protector general", the real genuine one is Tang Lin'er.

Since this maid mentioned the name of "Heart-Eating Pill", she can be sure that Tang Lin'er has fallen into the trap.

No wonder, although the guy was smiling on the surface, he always felt a sense of urgency hidden in his heart.

He was afraid that he would not live to take revenge.

The woman who played the piano and used the mind-obsessing sound skill earlier on the stage has such a high level of martial arts. It seems that she is also in control of the Red Lotus cultists in Qingyang City. Otherwise, it would be impossible to find her.

In this way, the identity of the other party is also easy to guess.

Most likely she is the Red Lotus Goddess.

Under the "Holy Girl", he can be regarded as a powerful figure in the Red Lotus Sect.

The little maid in front of her looks a bit delicate and delicate, not very eye-catching, but her body is light and agile, her breath is steady, and she also has good martial arts skills.

It is estimated that he is the right confidant of the Red Lotus Goddess named "Qingnv".

The other party said it to this extent, the scented bait is really fragrant.

This poem has to be written even if it is not written.

Thinking of Tang Lin'er's incident, Zhou Ping'an felt the same...

He pondered in his heart.

Since you are the girl from Lou, I will write a poem specifically describing the women from Lou to make you famous.

Zhou Ping'an is not a great talent, so he can't write decent poems with just a splash of ink.

But his parents had forced him to recite 3,000 ancient poems since he was a child, so it was not difficult to pick one that suited the occasion.

Especially after practicing the "Red Lotus Contemplation of Karma", in the overclocked state of the brain, the memory is so high that it scares people to death, and all the things that have been vaguely memorized can be reproduced one by one.

At this time, I just burned two white silk threads of will power, and called up a good song from my memory, specially tailored for the woman in the building.

It will be spread out later.

This red lotus goddess will always accompany this word and spread it to the world.

It must be a very interesting thing.

Now, pick up the pen and write down a word.

I have some bad taste in my heart.

After handing in the "homework".

Zhou Pingan was sitting there, drinking flower wine...

Look at the sun setting in the west, the red candles in the building have been lit, and the young masters are starting to get a little anxious waiting.

Two little maids came out.

He announced with a smile.

"Zhou Ping'an, Mr. Zhou's song [Divination Operator] won the first prize. Please come with me."

Judging from the demeanor of the maid who led the way, there seemed to be some subtle changes from before, and she became slightly more respectful.

Zhou Ping'an was a little baffled.

Could it be that asking people to write poems really has a real purpose?
..."Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Yes, this Brother Zhou, who seemed to have acted perfunctorily before and whose handwriting was sloppy, was actually selected and became a guest of the curtain. We are really hard to believe."

"If you ask me, even if Miss Qing has a unique taste, she still has to let everyone know what wonderful poems Brother Zhou has written, but he didn't even announce the alternatives."

Several young people present started making noises.

No one lifted the table.

After all, everyone who came to listen to the piano and watch the dance considered themselves to be literati and poets.

It is impossible to do anything too tasteless.

Li Yuankang, on the other hand, lived up to his reputation as a gentle gentleman. He was not angry even though he was not chosen.

At this time, he said with a smile: "It's not that we are unwilling, but we want to see Brother Zhou's masterpieces. As we all know, Mr. Li loves poetry the most. Don't blame me."

The county magistrate Li Yunxiu basically didn't care much about his affairs. He had a good reputation for being upright, mostly because of his son.

Zhou Ping'an had often heard of this man's reputation when he was wandering around the streets on weekdays.

I heard that Mr. Li often helps orphans and widows and rescues the weak...

Giving out porridge to provide disaster relief is even more common.

Moreover, this man is handsome and talented. He is the dream son-in-law of many harem girls in Qingyang City.

At this moment, I saw that he had a gentle temperament and was not domineering.

He came forward and said so.

Several other young people also calmed down and just waited for the maid to speak.

"Okay, let's take a look at Mr. Zhou's masterpieces."

As if expecting such a reaction from others, the maid led the way and put the short poem written by Zhou Ping'an, which had been sent to the back hall, on the screen and showed it.

He poked his head out and looked by the candlelight.

There was silence.

After a long time, I heard a sigh.

"It's really wonderful, I can't wait for it."

"Today's words will surely spread to all directions. If a young girl becomes famous through this, her net worth will be a hundred times higher... Who in Mobei, Central Plains, doesn't know the name of Brother Ping'an?"

Li Yuankang's face was full of admiration.

He bowed and apologized for his previous doubts.

"Not only do you like it, but the lady also likes it very much. She fell in love with this word at a glance."

The maid who led the way said happily.

It seems that I am proud of myself.

Grass……

This is not the right reaction.

Zhou Pingan was immediately dumbfounded.

He had a strange expression on his face. He saw everyone gathered around to chat with them, saying they wanted to invite them to have a drink and discuss poetry or something. He quickly held up his hands and said, "Show your ugliness, show your ugliness. Let's meet again another day."

Follow the maid who leads the way to the back garden of the building.

I can still hear it vaguely.

Li Yuankang and others behind him chanted:

"It's not that I'm in love with the world, it's like I was misled by my destiny.

Flowers bloom from time to time, always the monarch of Lai Dong.

To go must go, and how to live!
If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is. "

……

Entering the room, the curtain is lightly opened.

A woman in a light green dress with a bright smile, a clear and cunning temperament, a contradictory yet unified combination, came forward.

After the ceremony, the strange voice with a slight hoarseness made people's hearts flutter.

"With the help of Young Master, the [Wangqing Tianyin] technique cultivated by the slave family has made great progress. I am really grateful for it. Please don't blame me if you offended me before."

Qingnv was straightforward, completely different from before.

I was playing the piano on the stage earlier, and it was as cold as the snow on the high mountains.

There are all kinds of pomp and circumstance that make people not allowed to get close to him.

It also created a somewhat challenging poetry writing exam.

So much so that Zhou Ping'an almost walked away in a hurry.

I feel like the other party is very insincere about cooperation.

At this moment, he seemed to be a different person. Before he finished speaking, he handed over a prescription and a porcelain bottle.

"Each of the three Xuanyang Pills in the bottle can help Mr. Zhou break through the first level of the Lotus Body.

Therefore, the main elixir was hard to find, and the last two levels were too difficult to practice, so I didn't prepare more.

If the young master is willing, he can find an alchemist to try to refine it. "

Zhou Ping'an cheered up slightly.

She didn't mention anything when they met, but she offered this kind of benefit in advance. I have to say that this young girl really impressed me.

But why isn't she angry at all?
Zhou Ping'an was still a little confused at first.

Look at the woman opposite, smiling confidently.

React suddenly.

After all, it is my job to view the world from the perspective of modern society, which is somewhat biased.

That poem may be about the woman in the building.

However, in this ancient-looking world, there are many types of buildings. For example, this extremely elegant "Qing... Building" is more like a movie theater than a women's branch hospital.

The other person's self-perception is not that of a girl.

But a star.

What people are selling is their skills, not their bodies.

The people he associates with are also celebrities, high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen.

Even the emperor couldn't help but come and listen to the music.

Where is the low status?
Once you think about it, you will understand.

In modern society, who dares to say that those celebrities do not have a high status.

Therefore, in the current society, this poem is not only not derogatory, but exalted...

Just listening, Qingnv continued: "As for the Heart-Eating Pill, Pill Possessing Chongsheng, Hundred Pills and Hundred Chongs, they are all different. Even if the slave family wants to help, there is nothing they can do."

"However, I also know Sister Yun Ling's character. Although she is ruthless, she doesn't know how to do everything. She has a glimmer of hope left to Mr. Zhou."

"How to say?"

"Perform great achievements and compete for the name of the Holy Son. In this way, the mere Heart-Eating Pill will not be a constraint."

Qingnv's eyes were filled with sparkles, and she looked at Zhou Ping'an as if she were seeing a precious treasure.

She also doesn’t know what benefits it will bring to her if Zhou Pingan wins the position of Red Lotus Saint Son?
However, judging from her current attitude, it should be an investment behavior.

Including the previous lyrics, it is also verifying something.

(End of this chapter)