Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 54 Will You Marry Me?

"Let's go, this is a place of trouble."

When the doors of Mingyue Pavilion reopened.

The madam, standing some distance away, almost burst into tears of joy when she saw the two unharmed men through the gate.

Although she has some connections that allow her to operate a pleasure boat here, neither of these two people comes from an ordinary family. If either of them gets into trouble, neither of them will be able to escape unscathed.

She was terrified when those girls ran out.

They dared not approach for fear of overhearing something they shouldn't, nor dared to stray for fear of failing to serve the guests properly, and had to stay here to prevent any unsuspecting people from coming over.

This line of work is tough.

Just as he felt the atmosphere had eased a bit and was about to take the girls back in, the two of them came out.

"Young Master Qian, Lord Xu, this is..."

"No more fun?"

Xu Xuan was furious. What are you talking about? I didn't play anything, I just ate a bowl of rice.

Qian Zhongyu casually tossed out a few silver coins, saying that any extra was a reward, displaying an extremely extravagant attitude.

At this moment, all he wanted was to go back and study the classics; these ordinary women were no longer worthy of his attention.

The madam immediately accepted the money with a smile. There was no conflict and she could even make money. Her luck wasn't bad today.

Realizing that such a large and profitable business was hard to find, they immediately began promoting other services on board.

"Oh dear, what a pity. We just received a batch of exotic dancers recently, and they're about to go on stage on the first floor. Why don't you two wait and see?"

"You can't find another like her in the entire Wu County."

"To be honest, everyone here is waiting for this moment."

Exotic song and dance performance?

Do people here like watching this?
When did this pleasure boat become so artistic?
Xu Xuan resolutely refused, saying that he was there to pick someone up, not for entertainment.

He left with the words "we'll talk about it another day," and took the students downstairs, intending to leave immediately.

Just then, the dancers, whom everyone had been eagerly anticipating, began to take the stage, and the area below instantly became abuzz with excitement.

"I'm coming."

"Finally here!"

"I've been waiting all night, isn't this it?"

A group of girls dressed even more scantily, some even indecently, ran barefoot from a corner, their faces covered by veils. Judging from their exposed eyebrows, hairstyles, and other features, they looked somewhat like genuine Sindhu people, or Indians.

Her bare waist swayed alluringly, and the metal ornaments hanging from her clothes made a captivating sound as they rubbed together.

As we all know, people have endless imaginations about hazy gauze fabrics, which adds to their allure.

This group of people definitely has something going for them.

As the music began, a raw and passionate dance erupted from the crowd.

No wonder it became a signature style; such a style of dress is indeed irresistible to Han people bound by etiquette.

Of course, Xu glanced at it a few times and then looked away, commenting on the dance as a suggestive version of the Indian girl's dance.

After a brief sensory stimulation, it became rather dull, and I even thought of curry rice.

Qian Zhongyu wasn't particularly interested in this either, as aristocratic families had far more elaborate ways of doing things, especially those who liked to apply pearl powder.

A sip of Five-Stone Powder, a sip of hot wine, and men and women become quite unrestrained.

This is still too formal.

The two continued walking out, but both said that this was a dangerous place and they should not stay long, as staying long would surely bring trouble.

When applied to a man burdened with karmic debts, probability theory becomes obsolete.

The Big Dipper sword at Xu Xuan's waist trembled slightly, not very strongly, while a special alluring power emanated from the dancers behind him, spreading throughout the entire pleasure boat.

He sighed first, then turned around.

Come on, let me see what this is.

It turned out that a voluptuous and alluring woman had appeared among the dancers, moving in a more aggressive manner to the beat of the drums.

Her sudden appearance didn't draw any criticism; instead, it fueled the frenzied atmosphere in the cabin. The woman probably didn't know any dance moves; she was simply moving instinctively.

Every inch of their bodies captivated the souls of the crowd; every gesture and movement exuded primal desire and allure.

Her movements were undeniably alluring, and her eyes held innocence, wildness, and intelligence, yet devoid of lust.

Her hair was casually styled in a bun, with two curved sideburns framing her face. Her green dress and gauze skirt resembled a green flame, and her body seemed both soft and boneless yet possessed a peculiar sense of power.

The strange attraction captivated both men and women, and many even displayed their shameful behavior.

Qian, who was standing next to me, had a strong will and resisted the temptation, though he was sweating a little.

Xu Xuan opened his spiritual sense and took a look. So that's how it is. I wondered why this dance became a signature performance. It turns out there was a little demon who had just transformed into human form.

This demon has no bloodthirsty aura, no turbid energy from absorbing yin to replenish yang, and no karmic debts.

My senior brother once said that there are two kinds of monsters: one kind feeds on humans, and that kind must be killed.

Humans are the most powerful of all beings. Once they consume them, their demonic power will undergo a fundamental change, and they will be unable to stop.

One type is the mountain spirits and wild monsters that cultivate themselves naturally; if they do not commit any evil deeds, there is no need to care about them.

The Buddha said that all beings are equal, which naturally includes all living beings.

Moreover, most mountain spirits and monsters are of low intelligence, and even the few that are spiritually gifted are simple-minded. If they mix into the human population, they will mostly meet a bad end.

For example, the highly learned fox spirit that Zhang Hua burned to death, and the even more unjustly wronged ornamental column.

This demon's allure is not due to magic, but rather innate.

This behavior seemed more like a prank.

Since the people on the boat are not in danger, it's best to leave it alone for now and just inform your senior brother.

"let's go."

The sound also caught the attention of the demon, which turned its head in an instant and only saw the backs of the two scholars.

He then smiled, revealing that he had found something even more fun.

Once outside the painted boat, the cold wind cleared Qian Zhongyu's mind considerably.

"Master Xu, there's something wrong with that woman."

"Don't worry."

"The disciple understands."

Qian Zhongyu recalled the legends about his teacher at the academy, including stories of slaying demons and monsters, so it seemed that he really didn't need to worry.

We parted ways outside the painted boat.

Qian has regained his confidence and wants to return to the academy to study hard. He also asked to have words engraved on his name as a reminder.

"Then let's make a thousand 'goodness' characters."

After parting ways, Xu Xuan did not call for a carriage, but walked home instead.

A handsome scholar walks alone under the moonlight.

This setting is similar to the alleyway with green-clad women and paper umbrellas in Gu Long's novels; something is bound to happen.

Xu Xuan, who was almost home, stopped in his tracks. This monster was so rude.

Why are you following me?

"Because you are special."

The sound, which made the listeners' hearts itch, came from above.

A woman lay limply on the roof, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of malice, her legs swinging back and forth as if she were on a bed.

Xu Xuan remained unmoved; how could a mere demon disturb my Buddhist mind?