The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Lady Peony, please don't be shy. I have no ill intentions. Why don't you take a seat and have a drink?"

Lifting his wine cup, Li Dao looked at the white peony with a wry smile on his face.

This little demon was still sensible and didn't have too much of a vicious aura on him. He, Li Dao, wasn't the kind of famous cultivator who would shout and kill whenever he saw a demon.

"How presumptuous of you, Peony. May I ask where great deity cultivates?"

White Peony relaxed her guard. The young master in front of her gave her the impression of a mortal, but how could any mortal see through her?

"You shouldn't be so curious about me." Li Dao shook his head. It wasn't because he despised this demon's low cultivation, but because he was afraid that it would fall in love with him.

Seeing that Li Dao didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards him, the White Peony finally let go of him and sat down at the table.

After drinking a few cups of wine, Li Dao got a lot of useful information from this White Peony. For example, the Song dynasty of this world was not the real Song dynasty.

Furthermore, the buddhist faith in this world was great and the dao was weak. It was common for Guanyin to appear in the world.

Listening to White Peony recount all the information he had learned, Li Dao nodded his head. It seemed that the power levels of this world were indeed not low.

Furthermore, from the bawd's attitude towards him, he could tell that it must be because cultivators frequently enter the mortal world and ordinary people were no stranger to high and mighty immortals.

White Peony was only a Jindan Stage demon, so Li Dao didn't expect her to know much.

Just as Li Dao and White Peony were chatting, two handsome young men appeared from outside the pavilion.

A man dressed in white, dressed in a chivalrous attire, rushed into the Fangfang Pavilion and asked, "Where's Peony?" Tell Peony to come out and see me! "

"Brother Lu, slow down! Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that you'll lose your Peony?"

A dashing young man wearing a blue robe and holding a folding fan in his hand was caught up to her. He was panting heavily.

"Yo, isn't that Young Master Lu and Young Master Han? What wind brought you two here?"

The old procuress walked down from the attic, twisting her hips. Her smile never left her face.

"Cut the crap, I want to see Peony!"

The white-clothed man impatiently threw out a bag of silver and headed upstairs.

"Wait, Young Master Lü, you can't go up. The peony girl is currently receiving a guest." The old procuress blocked the man with her body.

"What? Did I not give you enough silver?"

"That's right. If you don't have enough silver to speak directly, how could you be absent?"

"Hehe, the two young masters must be joking. "Lady Peony, please don't make things difficult for me. We'll come back later." The old procuress was still smiling, holding the man's purse to the man in white.

"I say, bawd, just what kind of customer made you say that? "You're not usually like this," the blue robed young master looked at the old procuress in astonishment and asked.

"Hey, Young Master Han, what are you saying?" "Today, immortals have come to our pavilion, and they've asked Peony to drink with them. Do you think I, a common woman, would dare to disobey the immortals?"

"What!"

When the man in white heard this, he pushed aside the bawd and flew to the second floor.

"Brother Lu, wait for me." The blue-clothed gongzi circled around the old procuress and chased after her, leaving the old procuress in a daze.

Bang! The wooden door was violently pushed open. It hit the wall and bounced back. It was obvious that the person had a lot of strength.

Li Dao held his wine cup and squinted his eyes as he looked towards the door.

"Lu Lang, why are you here?"

The White Peony stared in amazement at the man in white as he pushed open the door. A tinge of gentleness appeared in its eyes as it spoke.

The man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the white peony was really only there to accompany them. With an awkward smile, he said, "Didn't I hear that someone forced you to drink with them? I'm here to take a look."

The White Peony let out a bitter laugh. Then, realizing that something was amiss, it turned around and apologized to Li Dao.

Soon after, the bawd and the young master in a blue robe arrived.

"Great deity, it's my fault. I couldn't stop Young Master Lu and Young Master Han. I hope great deity won't blame me!"

The old procuress came in and apologized profusely.

Li Dao waved his hand and didn't seem to mind. Instead, he looked at the two men that charged in and carefully observed them.

Seeing Li Dao's gaze on the two men, an absurd idea arose in the old procuress's mind. She could not help but want to laugh, but she did not dare to. She could only suppress her laughter as she retreated.

The reason why Li Dao was looking at the two men was naturally because there was something special about them.

The man in white was a martial arts master, and the young master in the aqua-blue robe was just an ordinary person.

The reason why Li Dao was looking at them so closely was because their truesouls had been deceived, causing them to exude the aura of immortals.

"What were their names?"

Just as the white-clothed man and the blue-clothed young master were about to speak, Li Dao suddenly spoke up and asked the white peony.

White Peony was stunned. Could it be that this mysterious fellow was a good man?

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, White Peony pointed at the man in white and honestly replied, "Reporting to Great Immortal, this is Young Master Lu Yan."

Li Dao nodded and signaled for the white peony to continue. White Peony pointed at the blue clothed Young Master and said, "This Young Master is a good friend of Young Master Lu Yan's, his name is Han Xiang."

Li Dao had a strange expression when he heard the name Han Xiang. The man in white was even more famous. His surname was Lu, his name was Yan, and his character was Dong Bin. He was called Taoist Master Pure Yang.

In order to confirm that it wasn't a coincidence, Li Dao shouted towards the white clothed man, "Lü Dongbin!"

The man in white was astonished. He didn't seem to be able to say anything. Could it be that the man in front of him was really an immortal? Could it be that he had the ability to calculate?

"Hehe, Han Xiangzi, Lü Dongbin, White Peony. Interesting!"

Li Dao suddenly laughed. He raised his head and drank a cup of wine, disappearing in a flash of white light, leaving the three of them looking at each other in dismay.