Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 131: Drinking Wine at Hongyue Tower

The bright moon is rising, and the stars are sparse.

In the Qingyun Peak market, in a seven-story building, the bedroom has cloud-topped golden nanmu beams, blue crystal jade disks as lamps, jadeite curtains as curtains, gold as column bases, sandalwood railings, red curtains with gauze, and curling cigarette smoke.

Walking into the hall, there is a 1.8-meter-high mahogany plan, with a landscape screen behind it. Behind the screen are eight stone pillars carved with ferocious beasts, extending from the first floor to the seventh floor. The dome is inlaid with a huge ruby, and next to it are dotted with colorful luminous gems. When you enter it, it feels like you are in the night, with a red moon in the sky and stars above it, which is a beautiful sight.

The floor is paved with agate and inlaid with pearls, randomly pieced together into various floral patterns. Surprisingly, each flower is different, and under those colorful gems, there is not even a single one with the same color, which shows the luxury.

A plaque hangs on the top of the red and imposing gate, on which are written the three characters "Hongyue Tower" in flowing strokes.

The bright moon shines through the huge ruby ​​in the dome, casting moonlight into the building, and for a moment, the whole building is illuminated by a hazy red and cold white color. Under the smoke of cigarettes, one feels like being in a fairyland.

The stone walls at the top of the clouds are carved with all kinds of insect and fish patterns, which are extremely novel. The floor is covered with precious carpets, and occasionally there are patterns of ferocious beasts on them.

"Come, Junior Brother Qiye, I'll pay for today's wine. It's my apology to you. You just need to pay for the girl."

Nangong Yu was holding a girl in his arms. Her skin was as smooth as a baby's and her figure was well-proportioned. She was wearing a few wisps of gauze. Her whole body was pressed against him. Seeing how he skillfully put his arms around her slender waist, it was obvious that she was his lover.

"How f*cking stingy! He can't even afford to go to Yihong Courtyard, and yet he dares to brag that he's a prince?"

Wang Qiye pursed his nose and opened his mouth. A scantily clad girl in her twenties beside him playfully stuffed a crystal grape into his mouth.

"Junior brother, you don't know, there are too many Jindan Yuanying seniors in such places, and you will be restricted after entering. If you bump into a senior, it will be bad. It's not as free and easy as the Red Moon Tower."

Xiao Lanmei drank the wine handed to him by the girl in his arms comfortably, and then touched her body, which made the girl give him a cold look and slap his weird hands away with her bare hands.

"You will take advantage of me if you embrace me."

However, this action caused her body, which was tightly pressed against Xiao Lanmei, to rub against each other even more. The fullness of her breasts even changed shape, causing Xiao Lanmei to laugh heartily again.

"Hahaha--"

"That's right. Although our temple is small, it has everything you need. Come and have some tea, young master."

Miss Huanfeng picked up a cup of freshly brewed tea, came closer, and put it into Wang Qiye's mouth.

Wang Qiye glanced at the figure in front of him, and the looming figure made him feel hot. After drinking the cup of cold tea, he became even angrier. He quickly looked away, but his hands around Huanfeng's waist did not move away.

"You two did this on purpose, you knew my injuries were not healed yet, but you still brought me to this dusty place. I can only watch helplessly. I've already become restless after just a few touches."

"Did Huanfeng not serve well and annoy Master Qiye?

The beauty beside him showed a charming look, and leaned into Wang Qiye's arms again. The pair of full breasts on her chest changed shape, causing Hong Qiang and Zi Yan to laugh tenderly.

"Oh my aunt, please don't move. If you continue like this, my injury will be aggravated today."

Wang Qiye quickly grabbed one of Miss Huanfeng's arms with his right hand, and locked her in his arms with his left hand, begging for mercy. However, this made the two of them too close, and the refreshing fragrance, combined with Huanfeng's breathing, made Wang Qiye's breathing heavier.

"Mr. Qiye, training your mind in the secular world is also a form of spiritual practice. You must control yourself."

Zi Yan hooked her hands around Nangong Yu's neck, and after saying that, under Wang Qiye's gaze, she licked her tongue and kissed Nangong Yu on the face. Nangong Yu's big hands were now covering her full breasts, and he squeezed them hard.

"Miss Zi Yan, you can show off your eloquence now. When I recover from my injury, I will definitely take care of your business."

Wang Qiye stared at her heaving chest fiercely for a few moments, then reluctantly grabbed a cup of tea and poured it into his mouth to ease the boiling evil fire.

“Hahaha—that won’t do, Master Qiye. I belong to Master Yu. Even if I die, I will be Master Yu’s ghost.”

Zi Yan looked at Wang Qiye with seductive eyes full of teasing. She used her slender jade hand to gently stroke the cheek that she had just kissed, and she leaned calmly in Nangong Yu's arms.

Wang Qiye was so uncomfortable being teased like this that he could only turn his head away. However, Xiao Lanmei went even further. Not satisfied with touching her through her clothes, he actually put his hand into Hong Qiang's clothes. The hand kept changing shapes under the veil, which aroused people's imagination.

"There are still patients here, you should at least take care of the patients' emotions!"

"Hahaha--"

Wang Qiye cursed, but the two men showed no sign of restraining themselves and instead burst into laughter.

"Dear guests, would you like some silk music?"

A pretty maid knocked on the door and came in, bowing to those present. Xiao Lanmei was not shy at all and showed no intention of taking his hands away.

"Oh, how much does it cost?"

Since someone is treating us, we can't just let this pretty boy off so easily. Wang Qiye put a little force on the hand around her waist and looked at Zi Yan provocatively, "Look how I bleed your son."

"Greetings to the three gentlemen."

Three beautiful ladies in silk gauze dresses and with veils on their faces entered the room one after another, stood in a row against the wall, and bowed to the three distinguished guests sitting in the recliners.

"Three young masters, this is Ruyan, she is good at playing the pipa, one piece of music costs 2 spirit stones."

"This is You Meng, she's good at Erhu, and one song costs 3 spirit stones."

"This is Miaolan, she's good at the guzheng, and one piece of music costs 5 spirit stones."

The pretty maid introduced the three musicians diligently.

"You stay. You two can go now."

Wang Qiye pointed at the most expensive one and looked at Nangong Yu with an evil smile, but found that Nangong Yu didn't care at all. While drinking the flower wine that Zi Yan handed to his mouth, he stared at the three musicians carefully.

Wang Qiye felt that his punch had missed again, and resentment surged in his chest. He could only spit out two streams of white air from his nose in frustration.

"Mr. Qiye has good eyesight. This is Yu Miaolan, one of the three foundation-building flowers of Qingping Peak."

Huanfeng stuffed another crystal grape into Wang Qiye's mouth, put his mouth close to his ear, and spoke softly.

"Oh?"

Only then did Wang Qiye take another look at this beautiful lady in a silk gauze dress.

In the dim red light, I couldn't see her veiled face clearly, but I could tell from her clear eyes that she was indeed extraordinary. She had shoulder-length hair tied in two buns on her head. Staring at her chest for a few times was really pleasing to the eye.

Two servants brought the guzheng in from outside, put it down gently, and then turned and left.

Yu Miaolan then sat down, casually plucked the strings with her bare hands, then placed one hand on the strings with a smile on her face.

"Gentlemen, what kind of music do you want to listen to?"

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, his voice was soft and weak, gentle but with a hint of clarity. Even his few words could be heard with the rhythm of some sounds.

"Miss Yu, please forgive me for making fun of you. We are all rough people. You can just play ten or eight songs at random."

Wang Qiye glanced at Nangong Yu with a fake smile, "Little guy, I'll make you lose your skin if you don't die."

But the pretty boy still ignored her and stared at Yu Miaolan while touching Zi Yan all over, which was really obscene.

"Thank you for your kindness, gentlemen. Miaolan will show you her ugliness."

The distinguished guest ordered ten songs. The soft voice also revealed a kind of surprise and excitement. The beauty stood up again and bowed.

Then she sat down again and plucked the strings gently. As her fingers moved, clear and melodious notes flowed out like gurgling water, like the sound of nature, intoxicating people. Every note was full of emotion and power, sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, sometimes light, and sometimes deep. The player's skills were skillful and free, her fingers flying on the strings, like a dancing butterfly, elegant and smart. Her eyes were focused and affectionate, as if she had integrated her soul into the music. As the music progressed, the emotions became more and more intense, and the rhythm gradually accelerated, as fierce as a storm, which made people's hearts surge. Finally, in a gorgeous ending, everything returned to calm, leaving endless aftertaste and emotion.

"..."

After the song was finished, Wang Qiye was intoxicated by it, and the evil fire that had been aroused in the Red Moon Tower was actually calmed down.

His eyes gleamed with brilliance as he squinted at the woman in the silk dress. When a cup of tea was placed in his mouth, he opened his eyes instinctively and drank it down, not willing to move even a little bit.

It was as if it was a life-saving straw. Once it was moved away, he would be burned by the evil fire of the goblin next to him.

After singing five or six songs in a row, a few beads of sweat could not help appearing on the beautiful woman's forehead.

Wang Qiye, who relied on the transfer method to suppress the evil fire, forgot the principle that everything will turn into the opposite when it reaches its extreme. Although the evil fire was suppressed, the lust in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Miss Miaolan, you must be tired. Sit next to me and rest for a while and drink some tea."

"Thank you for your kindness, gentlemen. Miaolan only sells her art and not her body. I hope you can forgive me."

The beautiful lady in silk gauze dress stood up and bowed to the gentlemen.

"You are shameless. I didn't ask you to sleep with me. Why are you pretending to be so noble? Although we are rough guys, we are also people with principles."

With a vomiting roar, Wang Qiye, who already had a somewhat frustrated look on his face, had a gleam in his eyes. He exchanged a glance with the usually unruly Xiao Lanmei. This guy was indeed an old hand in the world of women. Everything between the two of them knew without words.

"Hey, speak softly, don't scare others."

Seeing Miss Miaolan clinging to the wall nervously like a frightened deer, it seemed that she was really frightened by Xiao Lanmei's sudden loud voice. Wang Qiye quickly spoke up and pretended to be a good person.