Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 408: Monopolizing the Spring Breeze and Keeping the Peonies

Confucianism suffered a disastrous defeat.

Huang Ru was injured, Feng Ru surrendered, Xia Ru gave up the fight, Jian Ru brothers were obviously defeated by Huang Quan and his wife, and only Fa Ru and Le Xun Yuan were still in a stalemate.

Moreover, the dragon head had already escaped. Once the heavy responsibility of suppressing him for thousands of years was lifted, Huang Ru felt particularly relaxed.

It's over, it's useless to talk about it.

Lin Tianxing pushed Yin Xiaoshen away and said to Luo Hou: "It's up to you to deal with the Yamata no Orochi. From today on, the ancient path of De Feng will be yours."

"It's a good choice. The younger generation of the Confucian sect has good qualifications. Instead of letting them be destroyed by the war, it is better to quietly practice in peace and keep the inheritance of the Confucian sect."

The problem with the De Feng Ancient Road is that there is no connection between the young and the old. Among the first-generation entrepreneurs, the surviving imperial scholars and court masters are all old. In the second-generation disciples, there is only Fengru, plus the foreign chivalrous scholars.

The real hope lies in the third generation, Yu Li Jing, Jing Tian Huai, Yu Jun Heng, Yun Wanggui, Sui Wu Duan brothers, and Bi He Xi Xueyi. When these people grow up, the ancient virtues and traditions can still stand proudly among the three religions.

As for the sinister Xiao Xia, it is an internal conflict within the Confucian sect.

The Defeng Ancient Road has been self-proclaimed. Compared with the Daowu King Valley, where half of the people were killed and injured, and the talents were withering, the situation is much better. This is also the value of Huangru living longer than Daohuang.

Luo Hou led the people of Tiandu to retreat.

Le Xunyuan regretted that there was no winner in this battle, and agreed to fight Yu Junheng another day.

Halfway through the journey, Luo Hou went to Xihuang Buddha Realm alone and released the seventh dragon head.

Ji Xiazhang asked: "Mr. Wu, why don't we hold their people back like before and break the seal?"

"Buddhism is different from Confucianism. Buddhism is the most accepting of death. Once you take action, you will not stop until death."

"I heard that Yi Yishu's trip to the Buddhist world of Xihuang was also blocked from Buddhism. Lord Wu is afraid that it will take a lot of trouble to get there."

"I have invited a person, and it may be feasible for him to come forward. You should go back to Tiandu first and prepare for the battle as a whole."

"Yes."

Xihuang Buddhist Realm is located in the northwest boundary of the suffering realm. It was built by the Buddha Lingjisu Henian, one of the four founders of Taoism. The high-level organization is divided into one tower, two saints, and four Zen heavens.

The main task now is Shi Zhijialan, the Holy Heng among the two saints.

A long time ago, the Eight-Dimensional Evil God was wreaking havoc. Zunfo sent his descendants to assist Jiutian Xuanzun in slaying the dragon. Later, he was entrusted by Xuanzun to suppress the Eight-Dimensional Dragon Head. Under the giant Buddha lying in the Buddha Mountain, there is one of the eight places where the dragon head is sealed. one.

In order to protect the seal, the Buddha set up the Qingyun layer in the east, Gui Nagarjuna in the west, Shuiyuetai in the south, and Jiehuiqi in the north, which are guarded by the four Zen heavens respectively.

Luo Hou slowly walked to the border of the western border.

On this desolate plateau, a bustling town unexpectedly appeared, filled with tourists and numerous restaurants.

Under nightfall, dozens of red lanterns lit up the most conspicuous building in the town, making the place look like a jade palace, and bursts of singing and dancing could be heard.

Luo Hou walked over and saw three characters written on the tablet - Youxiantai.

The best places for Jianghu people to get information are restaurants and brothels, and brothels are even better.

With the fragrant breeze and the sound of the flute, Luo Hou's eyes flashed to the Boqing Pavilion from back then, where he and Yu Cixin first met.

"Sir, please come in quickly! Today there will be a performance by Oiran Liu Peony. You are really lucky!"

A middle-aged lady soon walked out of Youxian Terrace and came up to greet her enthusiastically. Perhaps because she felt that the person in front of her was extraordinary, the madam smiled so much that the white powder puff on her face fell off.

"That's alright, I'll just stay here for the night."

Spending the night in a brothel does not necessarily require someone to accompany you. Besides, Youxiantai is very close to the Yama Ghost Prison and is an important base for attacking the ghost prison.

Luo Hou walked towards the building with the old bustard.

The building was packed with hundreds of people waiting eagerly for the beautiful lady to appear. At a glance, Luo Hou saw a swordsman and a scholar sitting on the left and right sides.

The swordsman carries a long sword and a Northland Hu string on his back, drinking heavily and looking very heroic.

The scholar was wearing a feather cloak and an ink stick stuck at his waist. He looked colorful and elegant. He took a small sip and fell into deep thought from time to time.

In addition, sitting on the seat next to the scholar was a poor and traveling scholar wearing a Confucian scholar's scarf and carrying a small book basket.

The old bustard found a quiet seat with a good view for Luo Hou: "This is our VIP seat, specially reserved for heroes like uncle."

Luo Hou didn't make any move, he took out a small piece of silver that weighed about five taels, and gave it to the noisy old bustard painfully.

Five taels of silver can sustain an ordinary family for a year. It is really a waste of money.

"Come down after serving tea."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Five taels of silver was not much, but the man's vision was so scary that the madam lowered the curtain and walked away.

Before the tea and snacks were served, the palace lanterns were extinguished and the music started. A few wisps of candlelight shone on the stage, and a group of ladies came out gracefully and danced to the music.

"Luoyang flower, fly and fly, fly into the world of mortals and fill it with flowers

Half stunning, half mind-blowing

Monopolizing the spring breeze and peonies, the only explanation is Taibai

Rich eyes can’t be bought, and we talk together in Xichuang dialect…”

During the singing, the bead curtain was lifted, and a graceful woman with a bowl of red peonies on her head stepped out on high heels. Under the dim light, her face was really beautiful and charming.

The down-and-out student's eyes shone with strange light, and he kept reciting the famous sayings of his predecessors:

"It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and it flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind...Beauty, beauty!"

The beauty walked through the banquet, then turned around slightly, came to Luo Hou's banquet, and opened the curtain to cover up all the spring light. Suddenly there was a boo in the building:
  "Why is the beauty gone?"

"This is called worth. You think you are a beauty only for fools to look at. It costs money to take another look at her."

"All I have is money, beauty, come here quickly!"

The swordsman from before was even more dissatisfied. He slammed his wine glass on the table and said, "Is it so vulgar and unbearable for a beauty to look at someone's food?"

The student tilted his head and looked at the swordsman for a few times, then said, "I think you are not as good as that guest in all aspects. The beauty's taste is really good."

"Shut up, stinky scholar!"

"You can't bear to hear such truth. It seems you have a bad personality."

"You! Sour Confucian."

The swordsman turned his eyes and said to the handsome scholar: "Brother, he looks handsome and seems to have good literary talent. Why don't you compete with that man?"

"It's astonishing to the heavenly beings, just look at it from a distance."

"Hmph, it's boring, let's drink and drink!"

The swordsman lost interest and had to drink alone.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the building was already full, the Madam came up to the stage with a smile: "Dear distinguished guests, keep your chins and saliva away. I am not bragging about the oirans of this year. It can be said that they are the most beautiful, unprecedented. Don't talk about Xijiang. Even if we look at the whole world, she can be called the Empress of Flowers, otherwise how can she be called the peony who dominates the spring breeze."

During the dinner, someone stood up impatiently and said, "Hurry up and ask for a price. How much does it cost to sleep with an oiran for a night?"

Others slapped their money bags on the table and rolled out a pile of yellow and white things.

"Is that enough? Sir, all I have is money. I must let the oiran accompany me tonight!"

"Tch, country bumpkin, can you compare to me, Liu Dazhao of Evil Dog Mountain? The whole cave is filled with gold and silver. Why don't you come back with me and be the wife of the village?"

The Madam's eyes instantly shone, but she continued to look forward to it: "We, Peony, are not only beautiful in person and heart, but also talented and beautiful. No matter whether it's the Four Books and Five Classics, or playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, I can't fail her in any test."

"Really so talented?"

"It's strange, I've never heard of a bitch being the top pick."

Hearing the rude words, the swordsman slapped the table hard and said angrily: "Keep your mouth clean!"

Seeing him looking like he wanted to eat someone, the arrogance of the rough men in the building became lowered.

The old madam disagreed and continued to recommend the treasure: "As long as a distinguished guest defeats Peony, you will be her guest tonight."

The whole building was in an uproar, and everyone, both talented and untalented, scratched their heads and ears, thinking of clever ideas.

In the elegant room, Liu Mudan smiled with her sleeves hidden at Luo Hou, her brows and eyes were filled with spring waves, and her sweet voice was like a new oriole coming out of the valley, or a baby swallow returning to its nest.

"I wonder if there is a question for the strong man to ask me to guess?"

Luo Hou shook his head: "I have little talent and little knowledge, so I won't show off my embarrassment."

Seeing Luo Hou's cold attitude, Liu Mudan was very disappointed, so she had to lift the bead curtain and return to the stage.

Soon, voices rang out in the building:

"I'll come and light up the tower, making every layer of the sky bright."

Liu Peony smiled sweetly: "The lotus roots planted in the lotus pond are too white every day."

"The sky is like a chessboard star, no one dares to play it."

"The ground is like a pipa road and a silk thread, who can play it?"

"When you travel to the West Lake, you carry a tin pot, and the tin pot drops Western paste. It's a pity for the tin pot."

"Passing through Nanping, selling blue bottles, getting Nanping with blue bottles, rare blue bottles."

After several couplets in a row, Liu Peony was able to do it quickly and easily. It was obvious that he was really capable.

Finally, the swordsman couldn't bear the itch, so he took off the string from his back and put it on the table for Peony to appreciate.

"Please tell me the origin of this Hu string."

Liu Mudan didn't come down to watch, she just took a quick glance and spoke out her answer -

"This qin is originally a stringed instrument. It is five feet and six inches long. It is an odd and even twin. It is equipped with two strings and seven strings. The upper part is used to adjust the sun and the moon, and the lower part is used to assist the yin and yang. The tusks of mammoths are used as bones, and the two pythons with flowers are used as drums. The sound is desolate and has a lingering resounding sound. It was the proud work of Cao Shouweng, a famous craftsman from the Western Frontier, who named it Twelve Bones of Yellow Sand before his death."

The swordsman's expression changed when he heard this: "You are right, the oiran is indeed very knowledgeable."

"If I guess correctly, you should be the hero that Cao Shouweng admires most in his life, Gusu Returns the Sword in the Waning Moon."

Swordsman Gusu returned the sword and stood up suddenly: "What an insight! But why do you know so clearly?"

Liu Mudan pursed her lips and smiled softly, and then told the whole story: "Cao Shouweng had an acquaintance with me during my lifetime, and we discussed the melody of instrumental music together. He also told many stories about you."

Gusu Huanjian said angrily: "If I had known this, I would have changed the test for you, but the girl is really pretty."

"The hero is ridiculous."

What followed was another flurry of questions, but Liu Mudan still found her tricks and fended off these guests with ease.

An hour later, the madam regretfully announced that the oiran would sleep alone tonight.

Liu Mudan bowed to the guests in the building, glanced at Luo Hou meaningfully, and returned to the backstage.

(End of this chapter)