However, this is just what he thinks that in the eyes of the fish people, those who come to Fengyun Tower are all for that.

There is no grace, you don't have to be impatient for a while.

It doesn't make a difference if it's true.

It's just like the son in front of him, who comes to Fengyue Tower in the afternoon in a hurry, which is rare.

"Childe, do you want Liuying, Shuji, Qingguan, and Oiran?"

"Do you want a downstairs seat or a second-floor incense room?"

"If the spirit stone is suitable, there is another courtyard in Fengyue Tower for the son to live in."

The fishman first led Mu Nan to the pantry, asked the turtle claw to bring a cup of good spiritual tea, and asked Mu Nan's opinion.

Actually, it's another way to introduce it.

In the interval of dialogue, you can judge the value of the guest through the look of the guest.

"Second floor! Clearing! ”

Mu Nan did not choose another courtyard, nor did he choose a private seat, but took the incense room.

The seemingly ordinary dialogue made the fishman impressed: he was so familiar with it, and he was a frequent visitor to the Fengyue place!

"Childe Yaxing!"

Fengyue Lou guests are divided into three classes.

The inferior guests are the dignitaries of the mortal world, who like the warbler and the familiar concubine, which not only satisfies the possessive desire of the monk in his heart, but also satisfies the needs of the body.

Most of the medium-sized guests are monks who come to visit the passer-by, and they like a Qing Pavilion with talent, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, outstanding appearance, and no selling art.

Holding other people's hands and twisting and pinching, talking freely for one night, the beautiful name is called: ideal.

Most of the high-class guests are people from the sect or the sons of families, and they like to compete for Oiran for a lot of money.

After all, Oiran Purple is superior and skillful, and in addition to physical and mental enjoyment, it can also show off one's own identity.

The fishman has been working in Fengyue Tower for half his life, and the moment he saw Mu Nan, he guessed that he would choose the Qing Pavilion.

Therefore, when Mu Nan mentioned the Kama Qingguan, he blurted out the words that had been brewing in his heart.

"I don't know if Childe has a familiar Qing Pavilion?"

Most of the sons who come to Fengyue Tower originated from admiration, whether it is the first time or a frequent visitor, the fishman will ask such a question.

It is not because the son in front of him is a frequent visitor to Fengyue and sells without authorization.

First, to show respect for the guest's wishes, and second, to find out whether it is an acquaintance.

"Bring a few, I'll pick them!"

Mu Nan spoke casually, but it made the fishman a little embarrassed.

I've seen people who are not satisfied with the substitution, I've seen three or five, and I've never seen a few that ask for a few of my own picks.

The fishman said: "Could it be that Fengyue Tower can't keep up with the development of the times?" ”

However, since the guests have requested, then Fengyue Lou should do it.

The purpose of Fengyue Tower has always been: in the building, only guests can't think of it, and no Fengyue Building can't do it.

After explaining a few words to the ghost claw, the fish-man led Mu Nan to the incense room again: the first room of the ground word room.

"Childe, wait a moment, you came a little early, and the Qing Pavilion is still dressing up."

"There's no hurry."

Mu Nan looked around the room, and under the antique atmosphere, the atmosphere of pink silk was even more ambiguous.

In particular, the 10,000-person bed in the room is much larger than the average bed.

It's like the clay kang of the previous life.

The teacups, teapots, and wine glasses that catch the eye are not ordinary things.

Thinking that the fish people have the initial cultivation of the foundation, and the Fengyue Building only accepts spirit stones, this mortal world is a precious pot and pan, and it is not worth much money here.

After a while, the fish-man called Gongzi Quan as a reminder, and then clapped his palms.

A row of women holding pipa and guqin half-covered their faces, taking small steps, entered the room in turn.

Looking at it, it was all the initial cultivation of Qi refining.

The posture is not even said.

These Qing pavilions are placed in the cultivation realm, and they are also extraordinary.

The reason why he fell into Fengyue Tower, or the sect fell, or he avoided vendetta, or he scattered to seek resources.

There is also a hope that he will be favored by a sect boss and soar into the sky.

Fengyuelou will never do those abduction and coercion transactions.

Mu Nan's eyes wandered back and forth on the faces of the seven Qing Pavilions, and finally pointed to the Qing Pavilion wearing red shoulders.

He dared to swear with Xie Huaigu's Dao heart, and it was definitely not out of any hobby.

It's just that the red color is more eye-catching!

The fish-man knows.

While leading the other Qing Pavilions out, he didn't forget to say: "Childe, have fun, and greet you at any time if you have something." ”

"Da!"

As the door closed, the woman who had been left behind began to speak.

"The slave family asks for spring, and I have seen the son."

Wen Chun took off his veil, made a slight blessing, and looked at the young man in front of him with autumn waves in his eyes.

"No need to be polite."

Mu Nan motioned for Wenchun to sit down and asked, "Are you a demon?" ”

"Childe, the slave family is a peach demon who has been enthroned, and there is a demon in his body, so don't mind Childe."

The little demon in the Qi refining period, although he understands the art of transformation, his body is still a demon.

Unlike the Avatar Monster, once the monster reaches the Avatar Realm, it is a real human body, and it can claim to be a human without the need to transmogrify.

Of course, Mu Nan didn't think anything wrong about a peach tree.

It's just that in the Qing Pavilion that entered the room, Wen Chun's identity was too conspicuous, and he was just curious.

After all, I have heard many legends of Fengyue Tower, but I have never heard of the service of a little demon in it.

"I don't mind."

Mu Nan shook his head.

No matter which demon book is given by the Dao Gate, the Sky Survey Prison has a record.

A demon who has been enshrined is equivalent to not a black household, and it is no different from a human monk.

"Childe wants to listen to music? Cappella? Play chess? Or does Childe have other fun to share with the slave? ”

Mu Nan didn't know what to do.

The Qing Pavilion was quite different from the entertainment venues in the previous life, so he said, "Today you are in charge." ”

Ask Chun with a light smile.

"The slave family can have two drinks with the son, play two more songs, and wait for the son's comments."

For example, in the Qing Pavilion, in addition to the two spirit stones that enter the room to be divided with the Fengyue Building, the bulk of the remuneration lies in the consumption of the guests.

However, Fengyuelou never talks about the cost of the guests, and is not afraid that the guests will not be able to produce the spirit stone.

Fengyuelou has a reputation, and the soul of a person who doesn't have long eyes and white prostitutes is still pressed in the dry well in the backyard.

As for where Fengyuelou's confidence is, Mu Nan doesn't know at this time.

I only know that for thousands of years, Fengyue Tower is still this Fengyue Tower, standing tall.

"Then serve two pots of spiritual wine, a few plates of snacks, and listen to the girl sing a few songs, which is a pastime."

"Childe is a little nervous? How to sit on a board and look at a glance? ”

Wen Chun smiled toothlessly, slightly disgusted.

Then Ying Ying walked to the door and explained, and came to the table again: "Why don't you sing a song for your son first to ease the atmosphere?" ”

Mu Nan asked, "Do you know Xizhou Qu?" ”

"Xizhou Qu?"

After searching his memory, he shook his head with a red face: "What Childe said, the slave family has never heard of it, which makes Childe smile." ”

"Remembering the plum down to Xizhou, folding the plum to send the north of the river. The single shirt is apricot red, and the double sideburns are young color. ”

Mu Nan chanted two sentences and asked again: "Haven't you heard this song?" ”

The Xizhou song of the Northern and Southern Dynasties is known as the boundless lovesickness.

He had heard the guzheng score, and most of them were forcibly echoed by later generations, and it was just a fantasy of a coincidence that he brought it up here.

Wen Chun still shook his head blankly, and then said: "Words are good words. If the son has Yaxing to give advice, the slave family can go to find pen and ink, write down the lyrics, and let the slave family elder see. ”

Mu Nan replied truthfully: "There are only words. ”

"The slave family knows a little bit about composing music, but I don't know if the composing is in line with the son's wishes."

"If Miss Chun knows how to compose music, why not try it?"

"Then thank you son, I'll go get pen and ink."

He is a soft-hearted man who does not know how to refuse.

I also want Xizhou Qu to be spread in the Dafeng Dynasty.

After all, the Great Feng Dynasty cannot do without Xizhouqu, just as the West cannot do without Jerusalem.

The Qing Pavilion must be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of Wenchun have been prepared only when he speaks.

Mu Nan exhaled and wrote lightly.

…… Where is Xizhou? Two-oars bridgehead crossing. The twilight of the shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree...... The sea dream is long, and I am also worried. The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou.

Forty words, words and words iron painting silver hooks, sentences and ink horizontal posture.

Let Wenchun exclaim good words, good words.

"Childe's word slave family should be framed and appreciated from time to time! But with such a good word, the slave family doesn't dare to show off his shallow knowledge, for fear that it will insult the artistic conception of the whole word! ”

Perhaps really attracted by Mu Nan's words, Wen Chun was a little flustered when he went out with the silk paper.

Accidentally dropped the waist card.

Mu Nan smiled, picked up the waist card, and put it on the table.

When Wen Chun returned to the room, he said with a colorful face: "Say, what's going on?" ”