Summoned the Strongest Villain

"Okay, without further ado, let me introduce this show to you."

"Since the establishment of my Wanle Building, there has been a rule that at the end of every month, there will be a program to win the oiran. Although today is not the end of the month, in order to celebrate the birthday of Zhen Guogong, today there will be three peerless oirans. The battle will start in my Wanle Tower, but all the money earned will be used as a gift, and will be paid to the Duke of Zhen's mansion, so as to help the Duke of Zhen recruit guards."

"Okay, this show is good. It is said that the oirans of Wanlelou have never disappointed people. Moreover, those oirans are all talented women in the world. They are proficient in everything. .”

A rough man shouted loudly.

"Haha, what this chivalrous man said is good, but as for whether the oiran is willing to spend a moment with you, it depends on your own means. We Wanle Building will not interfere."

The steward laughed loudly, spread his hands and said.

Chapter 88 Passionate or Ruthless?

"Okay, without further ado, let's invite our oiran to the stage now."

"First, elegant and talented girl."

Whoa! ! !

As the steward's voice fell, the people in the hall all shouted.

In the entire Jianghu, there are many talented men, but there are also not a few talented women, and Qingya is the most beautiful talented woman in today's martial arts world.

It is said that Qingya was born in a poor family, because she was unwilling to be tortured by fate since she was a child, and then she committed herself to the family of a down-and-out gifted scholar. In addition to reading poems and books in his spare time every day, he would teach Qingya how to read and write. She is elegant and intelligent. In a year, that gifted scholar has nothing to teach.

Later, after Qingya bid farewell to that gifted scholar, she began to walk in various romantic places, and acquired a whole body of skills.

This time the Duke of Zhen's birthday, Qingya met friends through literature, and came to Wanle Building, hoping to get acquainted with many talented people from all corners of the country.

A figure, wearing a light veil, with a graceful figure looming, made the people in the hall swallow their mouthful of spit as soon as it appeared.

"It's really Master Qingya. I didn't expect Master Qingya to be more beautiful than the rumors."

Qingya walked up to the high platform and bowed slightly, "Qingya has met all the knights, tomorrow is the birthday of Lord Zhen Guo, Qingya knows that her status is humble, and she cannot enter the mansion of Lord Zhen Guo to see the demeanor of Lord Zhen Guo, so she will make a prediction here." May the Duke of Zhenguo be as blessed as the East Sea, and live longer than Nanshan."

Qingya's words are very gentle, giving people a sense of spiritual precipitation. Everyone feels relaxed when hearing Qingya's words, and all fatigue is swept away.

Chu Feng in front of the window of the single room on the second floor couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw Qingya.

"Your Highness, it seems that Qingya is not simple. Her voice actually has the effect of psychedelic people's minds."

Cao Zhengchun looked at Qingya standing tall and graceful on the high platform in the hall, and couldn't help saying in a deep voice.

Chu Feng smiled lightly, "How easy is it for a weak woman to gain such a reputation in the Jianghu?"

"It seems that this time the Duke of Zhen's birthday, all the gods of cattle, horses and snakes are here."

Han Feng stood aside, silent. He is not interested in these things now. What he really cares about is his martial arts. He is more and more impatient with his thirst for power.

"Everyone Qingya came to my Wanle Square and said that all the money earned today will be sent to Duke Zhen as a gift to congratulate Duke Zhen on his birthday."

The steward of Wanle Fang couldn't help but speak loudly after Qing Ya finished speaking.

"Okay, Wanlefang really lives up to its reputation. Let's make an offer for the sake of being able to invite Qingya masters. I have missed Qingya masters for a long time. Today, if I want to talk with Qingya masters at night by candlelight, I can also get a good story from the world."

Wearing a green shirt and holding a folding fan, a talented scholar with a refined temperament said with a smile.

"It's Qinghua talent."

"It is said that Qinghua talent wrote a poem for Qingya in order to see the face of Qingya."

"Haha, since Qinghua's talent is so urgent, I won't entertain everyone."

"One thousand taels of gold, the one with the highest price can have a candle-lit night chat with Qingya."

"One thousand and five, two thousand."

As soon as the voice of the manager of Wanlefang fell, some talents and young heroes in the hall began to bid.

The currency in circulation in the martial arts world is copper, silver, gold, and purple gold.

Zijin is also the basis for buying and selling resources in the world. To exchange for Zijin, one thousand taels of gold is needed to exchange for one Zijin. As for the resources of warriors, if they are slightly more expensive, they need tens or hundreds of Zijin. As for the precious things in it , even tens of thousands. For ordinary people, that kind of wealth is beyond their dreams.

Qingya's reputation is not limited to these, everyone's bidding all the way directly broke through to a Zijin.

For this kind of price, many people are already flabbergasted. It is too worthless to pay such a price just for a woman who may not be able to get it.

Song Qinghua also had some sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect Qingya to be so tempting. He thought that at most one Zijin would get the chance to meet Qingya, but he didn't expect that now that the price of one Zijin has come out, the momentum still hasn't stopped .

"Fifty purple gold, elegance is mine."

While everyone was fighting in the hall downstairs, a cold and indifferent voice came from a single room on the second floor.

"who is it?"

As soon as the fifty purple gold came out, all the bidders fell silent, and then began to guess what kind of madman it was, for a woman, such a big deal.

With fists in hand, Song Qinghua sat decadently on a chair, raised his head and scanned the single room on the second floor.

In Wanlefang, the single room on the second floor is not accessible to ordinary people. It is useless to have money, and you must have a very distinguished status, especially when the Duke of Zhenguo celebrates his birthday and various dignitaries come. Even some wealthy gentry are not qualified to enter the single room on the second floor of Wanlefang.

crunch.

A window was slowly pushed open, and an old man stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, "My young master is Murong Bai, I invite everyone Qingya to come up and sit down, everyone Qingya please."

hiss! ! !

"Murong Bai?"