The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The main reason that caused the eyes of these brothel ladies to light up was because of Li Dao's extraordinary temperament.

Of course, the magnificent white robe on his body was also an important factor.

A temperament was not something that could be described with words. Only through personal experience could one understand it.

Some people stood out among the crowd because of their unique temperament, appearing exceptionally eye-catching.

But Li Dao was like this. How vast was his knowledge from the future? Furthermore, most people in this era were mud-flayed, so Li Yao would appear to be very special.

"Alright!" Li Jun nodded her head and casually walked into Huan Hua House with a less makeup woman.

Immediately, an attendant came over to help them lead the donkey.

Sun Zhenzi was so happy that his face was blooming. When had he ever been to a place like this?

Don't think that those who mix in the martial arts world are all very confident, that is the wrong understanding.

A chivalrous martial artist was respected. Spending money like running water was indeed a natural and unrestrained method. However, a lower class martial artist like Sun Zhenzi actually laughed bitterly.

His martial arts were low and he had no income. Naturally, he had no money or resources. He could only rely on helping some wealthy families earn some money and drink a few mouthfuls of wine.

The martial arts world was not so bright and beautiful.

Walking into the restaurant, Sun Zhenzi was like a country bumpkin entering a city. He was happy that he couldn't find his way to the north or south.

Li Dao looked around and found that the people here were either middle-aged men of wealth, or young playboys, or men of the martial arts world, or scholars in long robes.

How could ordinary people have the money to come to this sort of place?

The woman who brought Li Dao in called Cui Er was a very common name in novels.

"Alright, there's no need to follow me. Go play by yourself."

Li Dao said to Sun Zhenzi who was behind him and followed Cui Er to the top floor.

When Sun Zhenzi heard this, he was even more amused. He held a girl in his arms and left while laughing.

Huan Hua Tower had three floors, so each floor cost more money than the previous one.

The first floor consisted of some martial artists and small business people. Most of these martial artists had inner force. They were not something that Sun Zhenzi could compare with.

The second floor was filled with rich people and scholars. The third floor was used by rich people and great heroes.

Li Dao was not a hero, but he was very rich.

On the third floor, Li Dao chose a room with a window and sat down.

Cui'er was an experienced person, probably because she was receiving a few scholars, so she did not take off her clothes in a hurry.

"I'm a little hungry. Go get me some food and wine, the best ones."

He hadn't eaten anything good in the past few days, and now, he just so happened to be able to satisfy his appetite.

The brothel was not only a place for men to vent their anger, it was also a place for men to have fun.

As such, the brothel was also known as the Wind Moon Town. It was obvious that the Huan Flower Hall's level was not low, so there were naturally dishes and wine here.

The places where men could vent their emotions were called brothels, however, were not as high class.

Cui Er let out a light breath and called a running servant over, instructing Li Dao.

Running errands was naturally not something a girl like her needed to do.

Li Dao sat by the side of the bed and looked at the brightly lit city. Then, he looked at the silhouette of the black mountain. He realized that he missed the days in the ancient tomb.

"Young Master, what can I do for you?" Seeing that Li Dao did not have that kind of thought, Cui'er did not stick to it, and instead stood to the side and asked.

"You can go down first. I'll call you if anything happens," Li Dao waved his hand and said.

However, Cui'er did not leave. After a while, she heard a sobbing sound, "Young Master, do you find Cui'er beautiful enough?"

Li Dao glanced at him. Indeed, she was not pretty enough. How could they possibly look up to a small mountain after seeing Wu Shan?

However, he didn't say it out loud. He took out some silver from his bosom and threw it to Cui Er.

Cui'er immediately stopped crying and turned around to leave. If one looked closely, they could still see the happiness in her eyes.

Li Dao laughed. His cousin was truly heartless!