Verse 441: Beauty is like jade

Mu Sheng only then understood why a few people were faintly hostile to the people of Sanxian Island, the talismans learned by the four people were all preserved in the Yuansheng Sect's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there were also teachers who specialized in teaching, which belonged to the public market, although the demand was large, but there were many people who made them, so it was unlikely to be sold at a good price.

Today, Jin Shi saw that Mu Sheng could also draw a hidden talisman with the cultivation of the Jindan period, so he felt that it was an opportunity, so he wanted to invite Mu Sheng to dinner to see if he could learn this special talisman from Mu Sheng.

Knowing the purpose of Jin Shi, Mu Sheng's mood suddenly relaxed, Mu Sheng could have shirked that this was a master talisman that could not be passed on, but then thought about it, it was still necessary for him to maintain a certain relationship with everyone, after all, he didn't know how long to get along, not to mention that Mu Sheng felt that although this Ren Kui Six Hidden Eight Techniques were good, but after all, they were left by their predecessors, and they had already learned it, so it seemed that they didn't have to cherish themselves anymore, and they should focus on the understanding and integration of witch charms.

So Mu Sheng promised to pass on the hidden talisman to them after he went back, and after getting Mu Sheng's promise, the four of Jin Shi were even happier, and they also said that they would teach what they had learned to Mu Sheng. The dinner ended in a pleasant conversation between several people.

Jin Shi said: "Since you are invited to drink, then you can't just eat and drink, naturally there are other drinking items, please come with me." ”

Saying that, leading the four of them upstairs, Mu Sheng had already seen the woman climbing Li Zhexing on the windowsill upstairs before eating, and knew that upstairs was the real fireworks venue. The five of them moved upstairs, and a woman dressed up at the top of the stairs greeted them and welcomed them into the hall.

"Do you have a familiar girl?" asked a mother.

Jin Shi said: "No, let's sit here first, and listen to the girls play and sing." ”

The mother covered her mouth with Luo Pa in her hand and smiled: "The son will enjoy it if he is in high spirits, and the girls are waiting for him." As he spoke, the girls next to him sat on the five of them. Mu Sheng's brows furrowed slightly, and he said in his heart, "Compared to Weiyang Music Fang, this is too direct." ’

After sitting for a while, a singer named Liang Zhao came up to the stage, and her mother introduced: "This is a famous prostitute in my door." "The posture of the crowd is exquisite, there are those who dial Ruan, those who have a jade flute, and those who blow the pipe, the music sounds, Liang Zhao's singing voice is slightly enlightened and tactful, and only the pipe is the most harmonious in all the music, the pipe sound is as thin as a wisp, the sound of the pipe is slightly lower than the sound of singing, and I only know that there is a singing voice, but I don't know that there is a pipe sound. And the essence of the flute pipe, secretly walking in the singing, stealing the voice and changing the words, so that the listener's soul is exhausted.

After singing the song, the audience cheered endlessly, and for a while, flowers and jewelry flew together, throwing them on the stage, and a thick layer was laid on the stage in an instant. Liang Zhao smiled like a flower, and lightly opened his lips and said, "Thank you for your love, the little girl is so polite." As he spoke, he bowed around, bowed deeply, and was about to step down.

Everyone in the audience stopped doing it, and someone shouted: "Miss Liang, just sing a song and leave, it's too bad for us to lose face, right? ”

Liang Zhao bowed slightly to the person who spoke, and said with a slight smile: "The little girl is only a shallow learner, but she is just the beginning to wish you all the masters, and play a role in throwing bricks and attracting jade, and there are more sisters who are more beautiful than me and have more outstanding singing and dancing skills than me, how dare you rely on the stage and sweep your interest." ”

The people in the audience said: "Miss Liang is too modest, who doesn't know that Miss Liang is one of the best Oiran in this Windward Pavilion, I don't believe that there are more beautiful people than you?"

Liang Zhao's eyes flowed, and he smiled lightly: "Uncle is very loving, if you want to say that I have a little name before, it is also thanks to you, but don't you know that a generation of new people replace the old, and my mother specially selected younger and more talented sisters who are younger and more beautiful than me to cheer you up, aren't you interested in taking a look?"

"Haha, Miss Liang is so good at talking, that's the case, then Miss Liang has to drink a few glasses of wine before leaving. Everyone said no. The man continued Liang Zhao's words. The crowd followed and coaxed, all of them were voices of persuasion.

Liang Zhao grinned and said: "Thanks to everyone's love, the little girl dares to disobey her fate." After speaking, he clapped his hands, and a boy in Tsing Yi had already sent a small jar of wine. The wine jar was covered with a red cloth, and the edge of the jar was sealed with yellow mud, which was an old wine that had never been opened.

Liang Zhao took the wine jar from the little boy's hand, smashed the yellow mud on the edge of the altar with a wave of his palm, lifted the red cloth, and in an instant a strong aroma of wine spread in the hall. Liang Zhao was not shy, and poured it into his mouth as he picked up the wine jar.

He Lang asked with some doubts: "This little lady is drinking rice wine, why is she not afraid of getting drunk like this?"

Jin Shi shook his head: "From the aroma of wine, you can smell that this Miss Liang is drinking some years of daughter red, and the degree is definitely not low." ”

After a while, Liang Zhao drank the red of this small altar, put down the wine jar and was already slightly drunk, and his cheeks were flushed, looking like a peach blossom girl, adding some charm. After Liang Zhao slowly bowed to the Quartet, he gently moved the lotus step and walked off the stage.

When the girl next to Mu Sheng was teasing them, the mother of the Windward Pavilion led a beautiful woman to the stage, her skirt swaying and ringing, and as she walked, the room was fragrant. Everyone raised their eyes to see that they only felt that the jade was fairy, the body was light, and the skin was extremely fragrant.

My mother stood on the stage and smiled at everyone with a flattering face: "This is my daughter, named Xue Yaoying, who can sing and dance, and this year is Cardamom Fangling." ”

When everyone in the audience heard this, they said in a heckling voice: "Mom, you're not lying to us, right? This little lady in your family is only thirteen or fourteen years old?"

The old bustard straightened his waist, raised his chest and smiled proudly: "This is the beauty of my girl, although she is only thirteen or fourteen years old and still a virgin, but she should develop a lot, and this figure is no worse than that of a twenty-eight beauty." This girl is our blood money, since she was a child, we have given her spices and learned skills, so my girl has a fragrant body and is beautiful and delicate. ”

When everyone heard their mother say this, they couldn't help but look carefully at the woman named Xue Yaoying on the stage, only to see that she was wearing clothes woven of dragon silk. There are no two, three, or two weights in a piece of clothing, and I am afraid that it is less than a handful to hang it up and hold it in the palm of your hand. Because of the extremely thin material, it is inevitably a little transparent and exposed when worn on the body, and this dragon silk sticks to the body like a cloud, outlining Xue Yaoying's perfect curves at a glance, and only slightly covering the important parts of the body with a small bead chain.