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Chapter 60 A Song of Rainbow Skirts

Just as the two were chatting.

Suddenly, a shout came from outside.

Chen Gui's eyes flickered, and after listening for a moment, he revealed a hint of surprise and said with a smile, "Brother Wu, we are quite lucky today. Miss Yanluo, the top courtesan of Tingxue Pavilion, rarely comes out, and it is extremely difficult to get a single piece of music from her. I don't know what a lucky day it is, but Miss Yanluo happens to be out playing music, and we are fortunate enough to be able to enjoy a piece of music."

After saying that, Chen Gui eagerly pulled Wu Ming out of the private room and led him to the courtyard outside Tingxue Pavilion. At this time, a number of people had already gathered in the courtyard, most of them dressed in fine silks and satins, all of them young masters from wealthy families. Everyone found a place to sit in the pavilion and looked up at each other.

Wu Ming mingled among the crowd, and looking at Chen Gui and the others, a sense of curiosity arose in his heart.

at this time,

In the third-floor pavilion at the top of Tingxue Pavilion, a hazy gauze curtain was drawn back, and a figure quietly appeared behind it, her voice gentle and melodious: "Gentlemen, you have been waiting for a long time. Yanluo greets you."

As soon as the sound fell, the once noisy courtyard fell silent. The many young masters who had gathered stopped what they were doing and looked up at the figure behind the gauze curtain on the third floor. Even Chen Gui, who was next to Wu Ming, stared blankly, revealing a look of infatuation and longing.

Wu Ming was also looking up at the gauze curtain of the third-floor pavilion. He couldn't see what the woman behind the curtain looked like either, but for some reason, just one glance through the curtain made him feel as if he was seeing something extremely beautiful. Even the most beautiful women in the world couldn't describe it. It was so beautiful that he was instantly captivated by her.

But the ripples that stirred in his mind were only momentarily calmed down by Wu Ming. He looked at the figure behind the gauze curtain from afar, a hint of surprise flashing deep in his eyes.

Something is wrong!
What kind of person, without revealing their true face, can evoke such a sense of intoxication simply by being seen through a veil and uttering a single sentence? No matter how stunningly beautiful, it's impossible to reach that level.

In particular, Wu Ming, who cultivates the Dao of the Divine Soul, can clearly feel the sensation of his thoughts being forcibly pulled just now. This feeling is more like being bewitched by the Daoist arts. If one's will is not firm, one will sink into it and be unable to extricate oneself.

Daoist cultivation?

Wu Ming was somewhat surprised.

He had been in Jingye City for a long time, and had been in the Shenxing Division for some time as well. He had met many people, but this was the first time he had encountered someone who seemed to be a Daoist cultivator in Jingye City.

Based on the various files he consulted at the Censorate and the many events he learned, he knew that there were actually some Daoist lineages in Jingye City. For example, the "True Explanation of Daoist Techniques" included in the Censorate was actually an introductory Daoist lineage. In fact, there were also some Daoist lineages scattered in the mortal world, such as those of the Black Fiend Sect and the Mysterious Jade Sect.

only,
In the Jingye City area, Daoist cultivators are practically nonexistent.

Even if you include major forces like the Black Fiend Sect and the Profound Jade Sect, there are only a handful of them, which can be described as extremely desolate. Furthermore, the various methods of the Daoist lineage are regarded as unorthodox and disdainful by martial artists.

After all, Taoist techniques require at least three refinements of the primordial spirit before their power can gradually be revealed. In actual practice, even the first refinement is often very difficult. Those who are not talented enough may meditate for years but still find it difficult to get started.

at the same time.

On the third floor of Tingxue Pavilion, behind a gauze curtain, a pair of eyes, bright as stars, pierced through the curtain, glancing over the many young men in the courtyard before suddenly landing on Wu Ming. They met eyes through the curtain, a hint of surprise flashing in the same gaze. She had fair skin, willow-leaf eyebrows, and beneath them, a pair of starry eyes with extremely dark pupils, clear and bright like ink jade immersed in a deep pool. Her eyes were captivating, like spring water and misty rain. Her nose was delicate and white, her lips crimson—her beauty was beyond compare.

"This piece is called 'Rainbow Skirt,' and I invite you gentlemen to offer your opinions."

Yanluo glanced at Wu Ming through the gauze curtain. After her initial surprise, she seemed to have seen something interesting. The corners of her lips turned up slightly, and she spoke in a gentle and clear voice. Then, with a light gesture, a jade flute fell into her palm and she placed it to her lips.

next moment,
The clear, melodious music drifted out from the pavilion.

As soon as the music started, Chen Gui and the others, who were already somewhat stunned, became even more immersed in it, all showing expressions of infatuation. Their eyes were glazed over, and although they were just listening to the music, their vision seemed to be transported to the Mid-Autumn Festival night, when the moon was full, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and seeing fairies in colorful clothes dancing gracefully on the moon.

Wu Ming also looked solemn. He had already averted his gaze, avoiding looking at the girl Yanluo on the third floor. At the same time, he calmed his mind, trying not to feel the music being played. Even so, the music still seemed to be a demonic force, forcibly squeezing into his mind, intertwining and converging to form indescribable rhythms.

Under this rhythm, Wu Ming could vaguely see the Fairy in Rainbow Robes dancing gracefully in his vision, so much so that the scenery in the pavilion and courtyard began to fade away.

"What a powerful bewitching technique."

Wu Ming was now perfectly clear-headed and knew that this Yanluo girl from Tingxuexuan was definitely a Taoist cultivator. This melody of rainbow robes was exactly the same as the 'bewitching mind' technique in the True Explanation of Taoist Magic. Both were methods of bewitching people's minds, and its sophistication far surpassed that of the bewitching mind technique. Moreover, its power was also incomparably strong.

Among the young masters in this courtyard, there were many martial artists like Chen Gui who had achieved the Blood Condensation Realm, but they still couldn't resist the music. Even Wu Ming himself felt his mind swaying as he listened to the music, as if he were being pulled away.

It should be noted that Wu Ming's martial arts realm has reached the second stage of blood condensation, and his soul cultivation has reached the second stage of primordial spirit refinement. Normally, even without deliberate resistance, ordinary charm techniques would not be able to shake his mind. However, at this moment, in front of this mysterious Yanluo girl, even with his powerful soul and firm martial arts will, he is finding it difficult to resist.

The more Wu Ming felt, the more alarmed he became.

If it were martial arts, one could basically tell what realm the opponent was at the moment they used it. But the laws of the soul are different. When this method is used, it is impossible to judge the opponent's realm from the surface. But there is no doubt that they are much stronger than him, and they have most likely reached the level of the third refinement of the primordial spirit!
A master who has refined his primordial spirit three times is comparable to a master who has condensed blood three times. Such a person would have a certain status in the entire Jingye City. How could such a person stoop to a brothel?
Wu Ming was puzzled, but at the moment he felt his mind becoming more and more erratic, his thoughts becoming more and more chaotic, and his clear-headedness becoming less and less. Although he did not sense any malice from the music, he could not allow his mind to be completely bewitched by her. Once his mind was completely lost, it would mean that he would be completely controlled by her. As long as she showed the slightest malice, she could severely damage his soul.

I am like a god, unmoved and impervious to all laws!

As soon as the thought crossed Wu Ming's mind, he instantly activated the "Lin" technique, smoothing out the chaotic thoughts in his mind one by one. His previously dazed eyes quickly regained their clarity.

By circulating the "Lin" technique, he finally managed to resist the bewitching power of the music. At this moment, his heart was calm, and although he still found the melody beautiful and moving, it was no longer as dangerous as before.

I do not know how long it has been.

As the song ended, its lingering melody remained.

In the courtyard, the group of young men under the pavilion were still completely absorbed in their own world, except for Wu Ming, who kept his head down, closed his eyes, and pretended to be intoxicated.

(End of this chapter)