Chapter 81: Have you always coveted the beauty of this seat?

"Other pictures?"
Chen Xinglie asked himself, smiled and nodded.
The sound outside the wall was noisy, and the faint sound of a small song from the brothel came from the direction of the hall. Chen Xinglie laid his palms on the table very leisurely, gently tapping the beat.
Shi Feiyu drank silently, seemingly worried.
Chen Xinglie suddenly asked, "Is Fei Yu disappointed that there is no real little girl to accompany the wine?"
"No...no." A trace of panic flashed in Shi Feiyu's eyes.
Chen Xinglie smiled and said, "If Fei Yu has fancyed any beauty, just say it, no matter which woman it is, as long as you like it."
Shi Feiyu shook her head and said nothing. She knew that Chen Xinglie's words were not at all watery.
With Chen Xinglie's current reputation in Qingyun City, not only the women in these brothels, even the ladies of the family, only need Chen Xinglie to say casually, the other party will send the beautiful women to the door, otherwise they will face the disaster of destroying the family.
Unfortunately, Shi Feiyu has no demand in this regard.
Chen Xinglie picked up the wine glass and said, "Even if Feiyu has a unique taste and likes men, it doesn't matter, as long as you say..."
Shi Feiyu raised his eyes.
really?
This rhetorical question suddenly appeared in her heart.
However, these words just stayed in my heart and did not say it.
Shortly after.
The old bustard appeared at the door.
A woman with a white gauze and half of her face covered, holding a long flute in her hand, slowly following behind the old bustard, with a willow waist swinging her body when she walks, gently swaying like the branches of a willow in the wind. Swaying gently, he walked slowly into the private room.
This is Wenchunlou's top oiran, whose name is Yuer, whose real name is Bian Yujing, is the elder of Qingyangzong.
Many years ago, this woman disappeared into the Qingyang Sect by means of suspended animation, and hid her name in the Donggang brothel for twenty or thirty years.
As for age...
Start at the age of at least 80!
"The two sons are having fun..."
The old bustard was full of flattery talking, bent over, and carefully closed the door of the elegant room, not daring to talk nonsense.
"sit."
Chen Xinglie pointed to the table.
"Thank you, son, for your seat."
Bian Yujing's voice was very clear, even with the squeamishness of a teenage girl, and the palm of her long flute was shaking slightly, as if she was afraid of Chen Xinglie's prestigious killing of the Quartet.
Chen Xinglie looked at Bian Yujing with interest, and said: "I have heard about it a long time ago and asked about the great oiran Yuer in Chunlou. The country is beautiful and beautiful. Seeing it tonight is really a well-deserved reputation."
"The son is overwhelmed." Bian Yujing replied shyly, his eyes a little dodging,? Appropriately showing a kind of fear, as if she is worried, and then Chen Xinglie will play with her with Shi Feiyu.
"It's a pity..." Chen Xinglie sighed and sighed: "You are an oiran, and the charge is too high."
Bian Yujing seemed to be a little frightened. He glanced at Chen Xinglie quietly, then hurriedly lowered his head, saying: "Yu'er has admired Mr. Chen for a long time. As long as Mr. Chen likes it, even if you let Yu'er stick some gold and silver, Yuer Also willing."
"Oh? This happened?" Chen Xinglie pretended to be surprised and said, "Could it be that you have been coveting the beauty of this seat? Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Bian Yujing was speechless, but deep down in her heart, she really felt that there was some truth in this.
She really coveted Chen Xinglie’s beauty. She had thought about it many times that she wanted to hook up this beautiful man in Qingyun City, but she was worried that once she did such a thing, she would give herself the image of "Ice, Qing, Jade, and Clean". It collapsed, revealing the waistcoat, and then resisted, and never attacked Chen Xinglie.
Bian Yujing gave Chen Xinglie a shy look, and whispered: "Yu'er is worried about being rejected by Master Chen. After all, Yu'er is just a brothel girl..."
The words said, quite a bit of an idiot resenting the girl.
Chen Xinglie didn’t believe a word, and was faintly rejoiced. Fortunately, she had not been put on the bed by this woman before. Otherwise, she would have absorbed the blood and essence in her body, and the whole person would wither into a human flesh. dry"!
This is absolutely impossible!
Chen Xinglie's eyes flashed, and he asked calmly, "Can you play the flute?"
Bian Yujing nodded.
Chen Xinglie said: "Come on."
The whimpering flute sounded in the private room.
Bian Yujing's flute art is very good, far surpassing ordinary geisha and musicians, and can even be called an artist.
Art has no age.
Chen Xinglie squinted his eyes and admired with interest.
Shi Feiyu sat quietly next to him, and never spoke. At this moment, he pretended to be immersed in the sound of the flute, and secretly looked at the woman in front of him.
Eighty years old...
Start at 80!
What kind of methods did this old woman use to keep her youthful and immortal face?
Is there any maintenance secret?
Shi Feiyu was full of curiosity.
People in martial arts do not have much advantage in life span compared with ordinary people, but their bodies are much stronger, and they can barely live for a few years. However, this effect of prolonging life is not uncommon. If ordinary people know how to maintain their body, they can live a few more years.
If people in martial arts want to keep their youth, they have to cultivate to the realm of land gods.
The ten realms of martial art is a way of martial art leading to gods.
Even from the seventh realm of Ancestral Aperture Realm, people in martial arts are becoming more and more different from ordinary people, but they are still walking on the path of consonance.
Only one who breaks through the ten realms of martial arts is a land god.
But even if the land gods can keep their youth and their appearance is not old, they can only keep their youth on the day they break through to the land gods. If you only break through to land gods when you are thirty or forty, you can only maintain the appearance of a middle-aged woman!
In this world, except for the little girl who has not grown up, hoping to grow up soon, there is no woman who does not want to retain the youth of the girlhood...
But Bian Yujing is different.
Older than eighty, she still looks like a girl, her voice is still clear, her eyes are not dim, her face is not wrinkled, and even her palms are still smooth and smooth like a girl.
Even in terms of Shi Feiyu's age, she is still only a young girl, but she is also full of curiosity about Bian Yujing's ability to keep her youth.
Precaution is a trait of a smart woman.
Shortly after.
The flute sound stopped.
Bang bang ......
Chen Xinglie clapped his hands and applauded, and said: "This flute is played really well, like resentment like admiration, like weeping like complaining."
Bian Yujing said shyly, "Thank you, Master Chen for the praise."
Chen Xinglie smiled indifferently and said: "I have heard that a few decades ago, in the Qingyang sect, there was a Taishang elder named Bian Yujing, who was very good at rhythm, and there were all kinds of musical instruments in the world. Proficient. Now when I see it, I know that the rumors are true."
Bian Yujing's eyes were startled and his eyes were dull, as if struck by lightning.