Why do you always want to be my Taoist partner?

Chapter 235: Chapter It's Done Tonight

"Are you going to transform?"

Jiang Li looked at Dabai on his shoulder, a strange look on his face.

Although he kept telling it to change for him all day long, Jiang Li always felt it was very weird if it really changed one day. In the past, he really treated Dabai as a pet and would mutter to Dabai about many things whenever he had nothing to do. He told Dabai all his lonely thoughts, complaints, pains, or happy and shameless things. At that time, he thought Dabai was just a stupid cat until he found out it could talk.

But if it could really change, Jiang Li thought it was too weird. How would he treat Dabai then? He had bullied Dabai a lot in the past. Today he would look at Little Rubber and tomorrow he would rub Nana. It didn't matter when it was a cat, but now that it became a human, he could no longer stretch out his claws at it like a beast, right?

"Yeah." Dabai answered lazily, but after a moment, she flicked Jiang Li's face with her tail, "But why should I transform? It's so nice to be a cat, but what if I transform and get bullied by a bastard like you?"

"I think it makes sense." Jiang Li nodded.

Dabai glanced at his face with disdain, and then muttered, "Oh, by the way, my soul power is very strong now. Once you enter Huo Luo Country, listen to my instructions. I will help you find the location of the Blood Soul Sect."

Jiang Li nodded slightly. Before entering the Huo Luo Kingdom, he used some simple methods to change his appearance. The methods were not very sophisticated, but those with a higher level of cultivation and a stronger soul could see through it.

This was done to avoid alerting the enemy. Soon Jiang Li and Dabai entered the Huo Luo Kingdom, which was a particularly prosperous city. However, there were no immortal mountains or sects around it, and there were no immortals appearing in the world on weekdays. When Jiang Li entered the city, it happened to be the market day. The city was very lively, with shouts and hawking sounds incessant. Dabai lay on Jiang Li's shoulder, strolling around the city with Jiang Li's footsteps, wagging her tail. Jiang Li bought some cakes and shared them in half. Dabai and he spent half a day walking around most of the city. Dabai exclaimed in confusion.

"Strange, I don't sense any blood at all."

Instead, Jiang Li spoke softly at this moment, "There is a formation in this city."

"Array?"

"Yes." When Jiang Li was strolling in the city, he had been sensing the trajectory of the spiritual energy in the city. Although the spiritual energy was thin, he still vaguely sensed a certain pattern. This formation was absolutely top-notch, but it happened to meet him, a top-notch formation master who was particularly rare in the world.

"The formation is quite large. It will take some time to find the center of the formation. Let's stay here first."

Having said that, Jiang Li went straight to the best brothel in the city.

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"? So this is why you came to the brothel." Dabai couldn't help but complain in his ear with her divine sense. After all, she was lying on Jiang Li's shoulder now. If she spoke human words, it would be too shocking and she was afraid of scaring others.

"What if there are cultivators in the Void Refining Stage in the city who sense my presence and see me staying in the inn? They will definitely wonder what I am doing in this city and what my intentions are. Otherwise, why would I come here alone? But if I am here to visit a brothel, then it is easy to understand."

So Jiang Li came with good reason. When he arrived at the door, he was greeted by a plump woman with delicate makeup. She was wearing a purple dress with a high slit, revealing her long legs, and had a gentle smile.

Jiang Li suddenly recalled his memories from his past life. Those who ran brothels always had an ugly and disgusting madam. It didn't seem very reasonable. The waitress had to be a good-looking woman. The woman in front of him was quite good-looking, but compared to the cultivators, she could only be described as a mediocre woman.

"This young man looks handsome and unfamiliar."

The woman in front of him came forward, and Jiang Li casually took out a hundred-liang silver note from his storage ring and said with an elegant smile, "First, a cup of the best tea, and the extra is your reward."

Although there were many people who spent a lot of money in this brothel, it was definitely rare to see someone who would pay a hundred taels of silver just to order a cup of flower tea. The woman in front of him was used to it, and the smile on her face was just a little more friendly. Then she said softly, "Young Master, follow me."

She took Jiang Li upstairs and chatted with him casually along the way. Jiang Li learned that her name was Yayun. This Luhua Building was the largest brothel in the entire Huo Luo Kingdom. There were four courtesans in total, namely Spring Flower, Autumn Moon, Summer Cicada and Winter Snow. All of them were extremely beautiful with graceful figures. They were also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and each had her own unique skills. There was also an courtesan named Youlan who had only appeared twice so far, and no one had been able to become her lover yet.

As for the identity that Jiang Li gave himself, that of a carefree wanderer who traveled around Zhongzhou. He knew some small methods of cultivation, but he was not pursuing immortality. He only sought romance and love. After hearing about the reputation of Luhua Tower and the beauty of the courtesan, he thought of coming here to sit for a while. It would be great if he could meet the courtesan.

Soon Jiang Li was brought to the private room upstairs. It was afternoon. Jiang Li arrived at the private room. Since he came alone, he ordered some wine and food by himself. He also took out a hundred taels of silver notes and bribed various people along the way. Because of his generosity, everyone on the way looked up to him. Dabai and he had lunch in the private room. Dabai was not interested in it because it was not as delicious as what Jiang Li cooked.

"What to do next?" Dabai asked lazily while licking his paw.

"Wait for the tea party, then pass five levels, kill six generals, and you'll have a chance to see the girl."

"Can you compose poetry?"

"I can steal." Jiang Li picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, "It's not difficult to write poetry, but... I seem to have made some new discoveries."

Jiang Li's original plan was just to come here to stroll around casually, hiding from others. Then he would deliberately lose to others in the tea party so that he would not be summoned by the courtesan and stay overnight in the brothel. However, he never expected that after entering the room, Jiang Li suddenly found that there was something wrong with the flow of spiritual energy in the brothel.

It seems that this place... is the center of the entire city's formation.

Because Jiang Li had not seen the whole picture of the formation yet, he did not dare to make a conclusion at the moment, so he had to stay put for the time being. After having a meal and drinking some wine in the private room, Jiang Li was invited to a small courtyard. There were already four or five people sitting in the courtyard. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and had handsome faces. It was obvious at first glance that they were not from ordinary families. They were probably rich children. Jiang Li naturally sat down and ordered a pot of tea and some dried fruits. After a while, a prostitute came to sing and dance in front of him.

Jiang Li had just sat for a while when an enthusiastic young man from a noble family came up to him to chat. The man said his surname was Zhao and he was one year older than Jiang Li. Jiang Li called him Brother Zhao, and he called himself Jiang Xiaobai. Young Master Zhao asked him which courtesan he wanted to meet. Jiang Li got to know the rules of Luhua Tower as he chatted with him.

This tea room is an opportunity for these young men from aristocratic families to show off their skills, appreciate paintings, taste tea, and enjoy flowers, and compose poems and songs. The best among them will have a chance to be favored by the courtesan behind the scenes and go to her room to taste tea. If she is interested in you, you can stay here for the night. If she is not interested in you... sorry, come again next time.

This is also the reason why brothels are called places of love and pleasure. They elevate the status of women. By showing their talents and gaining the favor of women, they can become famous in the circle of literati and make good friends. Spending a night with a girl becomes secondary.

Jiang Li was quite talkative and soon he had talked a lot with the other party. These four courtesans were not as noble and reserved as their reputations said. Basically, all of them had men enter their rooms and stay overnight. However, the other party could not forget the courtesan named Youlan. It was said that he had met her once and her appearance was like a banished fairy from heaven. How many times could one see her in the world?

Jiang Li had no feelings about this in his heart, as he had seen too many beautiful women. He just pretended to be fascinated by them. Soon, the women who were singing and dancing on the stage came slowly. Jiang Li and the young master Zhao leaned against a round table and listened to the singing and dancing together. The women were all wearing undergarments and light gauze, and their dancing was sexy and enchanting. The waiters kept bringing drinks, and Jiang Li and Young Master Zhao drank a lot.

As the wine flowed, the dancers on the stage gradually dispersed, and were replaced by courtesans playing the pipa. It was time to write poems. The audience brought in pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Jiang Li did not write yet, but watched Master Zhao write a paragraph. The poem was graceful and elegant, which was somewhat inconsistent with the boldness that Master Zhao had talked about with him before. Jiang Li leaned close to his ear and asked curiously, "This poem was not written by Master Zhao, right?"

Young Master Zhao looked at Jiang Li warily, and seeing Jiang Li's gentle expression, he leaned close to his ear and said, "You see it but don't say it. Have you seen those pedantic scholars next door? They don't have much money in their pockets, but they are keen to come here to join in the fun all day long. It just so happens that those courtesans fall for it. I was turned away every time I came here. I paid a lot for this poem. Brother Jiang, it's a bit unkind of you to tear down my show."

Jiang Li's expression did not change, he just smiled, "It is fate that I met Brother Zhao, why don't I give Brother Zhao another pair of poems, whichever one you think is better, send it to me?"

Young Master Zhao looked at Jiang Li with half belief and half doubt. After all, he had chatted with Jiang Li for a long time before but failed to find out any depth of him. But this time he offered a hundred taels of silver, which was really too exaggerated. He couldn't help but have some intention of testing the waters to make friends with him.

Jiang Li whispered softly in his ear.

Jiang Li had not copied poems many times, mainly because his temperament often did not match the poems. If he copied too many poems, it would be easy for him to be exposed and laughed at. There were not many literary girls in Xuantian Dao Ji Zong who would not buy into this, but it was a pity that he had so many famous poems in his head.

Poetry was particularly popular in this era, and who else was the most popular poet in brothels except that person?

Young Master Zhao listened to Jiang Li reciting words in his ear, but his hand that was writing could not stop shaking.

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is blowing gently, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the fading light of the grass and smoke, who will listen to my feelings by the railing without saying a word?

I want to get drunk and sing songs, but forced happiness is tasteless. My clothes are getting looser and looser, but I will never regret it, because I am exhausted for her.

Young Master Zhao's handwriting is quite good. This famous piece of writing that has been passed down through the ages in Jiang Li's memory now appears on the paper. At this moment, four words emerge in Young Master Zhao's mind.

It's done tonight!

Chapter 236: Chapter Youlan

"Where did you copy this from?" Dabai couldn't help but ask him with his divine sense.

"I saw it in some play script down the mountain." Jiang Li answered perfunctorily, but the fact was not so. In his previous life, when he was about to flirt with a certain literary young woman, he was forced to learn a lot of poems. Later, after he succeeded in chasing that literary young woman, he realized how terrible she was. When he wanted to break up with her, she kept pestering him for a year or two, and was sad and gloomy in her circle of friends all day long, as if he had committed some great sin.

But I did memorize these poems at that time. Sometimes chasing girls is like leveling up by killing monsters. You defeat the monster by finding its weakness. From then on, the monster becomes invincible to you. The more girls you chase, the more you understand girls' minds and the better you become at things that girls like. Gradually, you become successful in everything. Many things in this world are nothing but practice.

These were all experiences gained through blood and tears. At the beginning, when he showed off in front of that literary young woman, she rolled her eyes and said he was vulgar. When he recalled it, he shed tears of bitterness. Jiang Li looked at Mr. Zhao in front of him and asked with a smile, "How about Mr. Zhao give me the adverb in your hand?"

"Brother Jiang, why do you want to do this?" Young Master Zhao looked surprised. Of course, it was not that he was unwilling to give it, but he thought that Jiang Li had such a magnificent and sad poem in his hand, and he was willing to exchange it for this... poem that was completely insignificant compared to it. What was the point?

"It's just that I happen to like this one." Jiang Li used this excuse to barely fool around, and then asked for the poem in Mr. Zhao's hand. Of course, he wanted this to make himself appear more mediocre, as mediocrity is the most stable approach.

Jiang Li didn't want to attract too much attention, so he picked up a pen, wrote down the verse that Mr. Zhao had just written on a piece of paper, and handed it to the waiter. Then he leaned back in his chair and continued to listen to the pipa music.

These poems were eventually posted on the wall, and Jiang Li and the young masters beside Master Zhao came closer. When they saw the poems of Master Zhao, they couldn't help but turn their heads with strange looks.

Mr. Zhao had come here several times before, but none of his poems impressed the courtesans. How could he come up with such a stunning poem today? It was hard not to suspect that he had hired someone to write it, but even if he did, so what? The courtesans were reluctant to expose this. No matter who Mr. Zhao chose to give this poem to, it would make that courtesan famous overnight in the entire Huo Luo Kingdom.

Jiang Li's painting also received some attention, but it only caused a small stir, probably because Young Master Zhao's painting was so stunning that he could only be used as a supporting role tonight.

The spring flowers, autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow, the four courtesans had actually already washed and dressed up early, and were quietly observing the courtyard through the gauze curtain. Now they also saw the poems posted on the wall, and finally their eyes stayed on the "Dielianhua", unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Jiang Li and Master Zhao waited for a long time, but the madam named Yayun did not come to invite Master Zhao to go to the room of some courtesan for a long chat. Jiang Li was eating the dried fruits on the table and even felt a little unconfident. Could it be that this poem was not good?

Unexpectedly, after a while, Yayun came to Mr. Zhao with an overly flattering smile, and whispered in Mr. Zhao's ear, "Now the four girls are vying for Mr. Zhao to stay with them tonight. The girls have been fighting for a long time. What should I do?"

Young Master Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and Yayun continued with a smile, "As their mother, I naturally cannot be partial to anyone. It would be better to give the right of choice to Young Master Zhao. Young Master Zhao, which girl do you want to be your lover tonight?"

This time it was Master Zhao who started to feel conflicted. Jiang Li was enjoying himself, as if no girl liked him. He didn't care, just a little regretful on his face. He lazily threw a dried fruit into his mouth, but he didn't expect that a maid came to Yayun and said something in her ear. Yayun was stunned for a moment, then she told Master Zhao something and left in a hurry. After a while, Yayun appeared in the room again, but this time, the smile in her eyes was deep.

"Today... Youlan happens to be in the mood to have a chat with a young master."

That Youlan was the one that Young Master Zhao had talked about with Jiang Li for a long time before. It was said that she was an oiran who seemed like a banished fairy from heaven, but she had only shown up twice in all these years. Each time she set a question, but no one could pass her test, so they left. But tonight Youlan suddenly became interested again. The eyes of all the men in the courtyard lit up, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

On the contrary, Jiang Li always had a bad feeling in his heart.

Yayun on the stage smiled and explained the rules of the questions set by Miss Youlan this time. The six young men on the stage will compete in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and in the end Miss Youlan will choose a young man to have a chat with her.

Even Master Zhao was no longer concerned about which courtesan to choose, and couldn't wait to join in the fun. Jiang Li was forced to take to the stage. After all, he was already here, and it would be a bit unreasonable for him not to participate.

The first competition was in the instrument of music. There was a xylophone in front of each person, and it was said that Miss Youlan was behind the scenes, listening attentively.

The previous young masters had all played the zither. Some played well, while others looked frustrated because they were not good at it. On the contrary, Jiang Li was at a loss when he looked at the zither in front of him.

His proficiency in playing the piano has long been maxed out, and everyone would call him the Emperor of the Piano. But if you ask him to play the piano badly... he really doesn't know how to play it. After all, the proficiency given to him by the system is equivalent to being directly engraved into his mind, which is equivalent to modifying reality. Even if he plays a piece randomly, it will still be the sound of the piano.

"Brother Jiang, why aren't you playing yet?" Young Master Zhao himself was not good at playing the piano, and at the moment his face showed some annoyance. Looking at Jiang Li on the side, he seemed to have a bit more anticipation. Jiang Li put his hands on the strings in distress.

Just play it casually.

Originally, there was still some noise in the courtyard, but after a short while of playing the piano, the whole courtyard suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Li who was sitting there.

Jiang Li was thinking about how to play the music without sounding clumsy and unfamiliar. He was playing a particularly simple and cheerful little tune, and he even played several notes wrong on purpose. But everyone had a smile on their face at this moment, and they looked immersed in it. The look in their eyes when they looked at him became more and more surprised and respectful.

After playing this piece of music, the next step is to play chess.

Jiang Li originally thought that the chess stage would require the six of them to compete with each other, but he never expected that they would take turns going to the room behind the scenes to play a round with Miss Youyue. He sat on the chair and looked at everyone who came out curiously. Most of them had annoyed and frustrated expressions. Did he mean that Miss Youlan’s chess skills were pretty good?

When it was Jiang Li's turn, Jiang Li stood up and was led by Yayun to the boudoir. There was only one person in the boudoir. She was wearing a long black dress that dragged on the ground. Her jet-black hair was tied up with a silver hairpin. Her face was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful dark eyes.

The eyes were very beautiful, and Jiang Li was indeed slightly amazed. He sat opposite the woman. The chessboard had been cleared. He held the white chess piece in his hand, looked into her eyes, and asked, "Why is Miss Youlan wearing a veil?"

"Sir, do you want to see it?"

"Of course I'm asking because I want to see it." Jiang Li replied with a smile.

"If you can beat me in this game of chess, I will take off my veil. How about that?"

Jiang Li always felt that there was some deep meaning in the woman's words, but at this moment he did not dare to use his spiritual energy to detect the other party easily. At this moment, his cultivation was only at the Spiritual Transformation stage. If the other party's cultivation was higher than his, she would easily notice it.

Jiang Li always felt that this woman was not simple, because her temperament was so calm and elegant, giving her a feeling of a solitary orchid in a valley.

Dabai's divine thought reached his ears, "First level of Refining Void."

Jiang Li had just spent a stick of incense with her when he heard Miss Youlan speak calmly, "Sir, why do you have to hide your incompetence?"

Jiang Li didn't feel embarrassed after being exposed. Instead, he naturally took over the conversation, "Wouldn't it be better to give the girl some leeway?"

Youlan finally raised her eyes and looked at him straight in the eye. Her eyes were calm and indifferent, while Jiang Li's eyes were gentle, but particularly deep inside, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"No need." Youlan said softly.

So Jiang Li became a little more serious. He played chess very quickly, as if he didn't need to think at all. Youlan seemed to be trying to compete with him and tried hard to keep up with his speed, but she fell into the trap he set and was defeated soon. She looked up at Jiang Li in surprise, and the smirk on Jiang Li's face at this moment seemed to indicate that he deserved a beating.

"Sir, do you want me to take off the veil myself or do you want you to take it off for me?" There was still no expression on Youlan's face, looking indifferent and leisurely. Jiang Li naturally stretched out his hand, gently put it behind her ear, grabbed her veil, and took it down.

Jiang Li took a careful look and admitted in his heart that it was not what Mr. Zhao had said before that was exaggerating. The woman was indeed beautiful, but her facial features were a little cold. She was beautiful, of course, and her skin was moist and fair.

"What do you think, Master?"

"Miss Youlan is indeed pretty."

"Then I guess you must have seen more beautiful women."

"How did Miss Youlan know this?"

"I noticed that your eyes didn't show any fluctuations, unlike those men outside."

Jiang Li smiled but did not respond to her words. Instead, he turned and walked out of her room. After passing the chess level, the next level was painting. Jiang Li saw Youlan, who was wearing a black dress that dragged on the ground, walking out of the boudoir with an elegant posture and slow steps. She came to the stands, gathered her skirt, and sat on the bench. Yayun beside her naturally told him the content of this level.

This stage is to paint, and the specific content is the cold woman in front of the picture.

The drawing paper, brush and ink were soon delivered. Jiang Li glanced at Youlan in front of him. She seemed to be smiling. Her dark eyes fell on him without any hesitation.

Jiang Li picked up the paintbrush, pondered for a moment, and started painting.

You can't get a tiger cub without risking the tiger's den. If I'm not as good as hell, who will go to hell?

Draw it!

Chapter 237: Chapter Not Qualified

With the soft music surrounding his ears, Jiang Li painted casually, sketching the woman in front of him. In less than an incense stick of time, he threw away the paintbrush. He was the first to finish the painting. When Yayun brought the painting to Youlan, Youlan looked at it seriously, her pink lips moved slightly, and she recited softly.

"No need to compete, let Master Jiang accompany me tonight."