Three days before the end of rebirth

"Any other plans?"

Chen Xinglie asked himself, smiled and nodded.

There was a lot of noise outside the wall, and the faint sound of a brothel ditty came from the direction of the hall. Chen Xinglie laid his palms on the table leisurely and beat the beat gently.

Shi Feiyu drank in silence, seeming to have something on his mind.

Chen Xinglie suddenly asked: "Isn't Feiyu disappointed that there is no real little girl to accompany the drink?"

"No...no." A trace of panic flashed in Shi Feiyu's eyes.

Chen Xinglie said with a smile: "If Feiyu has his sights on a beautiful woman, just tell her. It doesn't matter which woman she is, as long as you like her."

Shi Feiyu shook her head and said nothing. She knew that there was no water in Chen Xinglie's words.

With Chen Xinglie's current reputation in Qingyun City, not only the women in these brothels, but also the ladies from the aristocratic families, all they need is a casual word from Chen Xinglie, and the other party will send beautiful women to their door, otherwise they will face the disaster of destroying their family and genocide.

Unfortunately, Shi Feiyu has no need in this regard.

Chen Xinglie picked up the wine glass and said, "Even if Feiyu has a unique taste and likes men, that's okay, as long as you say..."

Shi Feiyu raised his eyes.

Really?

This rhetorical question suddenly appeared in her mind.

However, these words only stayed in my heart and were not spoken out.

Soon after.

The madam appeared at the door.

A woman with a white gauze covering less than half of her face, holding a long flute in her hand, slowly followed behind the old bustard. As she walked, her waist was swaying and her body was swaying gently, like the branches of a willow in the wind.

Swaying gently, he walked slowly into the private room.

This is the top oiran of Wenchun Tower. Her alias is Yu'er, her real name is Bian Yujing, and she is the Supreme Elder of Qingyang Sect.

Many years ago, this woman faked her death, disappeared from the Qingyang Sect, and hid in the Donggang brothel incognito for twenty or thirty years.

As for age...

At least starting at the age of eighty!

"You two gentlemen, have fun..."

The madam said in a flattering tone, then she bent down and carefully closed the door of the private room, not daring to say any nonsense.

"sit."

Chen Xinglie pointed toward the table.

"Thank you, sir, for giving me a seat."

Bian Yujing's voice was very clear, even with a bit of the squeamishness of a teenage girl. The palm holding the long flute trembled slightly, as if she was afraid of Chen Xinglie's reputation for killing everyone.

Chen Xinglie looked at Bian Yujing with great interest and said, "I have heard for a long time that Yu'er, the great oiran of Wenchun Tower, is of beautiful and fragrant country. When I see her tonight, she really deserves her reputation."

"Young Master, I'm sorry." Bian Yujing replied shyly, her eyes a little evasive, showing an appropriate fear, as if she was worried that Chen Xinglie and Shi Feiyu would play with her next.

"It's a pity..." Chen Xinglie sighed and sighed: "You are an oiran, and your fees are too high."

Bian Yujing seemed a little frightened, and quietly glanced at Chen Xinglie, then hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Yu'er has admired Mr. Chen for a long time. As long as Mr. Chen likes it, even if Yu'er gives some gold and silver, Yu'er will

I’m also willing.”

"Oh? Is this happening?" Chen Xinglie pretended to be surprised and said, "Could it be that you have always coveted my beauty? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Bian Yujing was stunned and speechless, but deep down in her heart, she really felt that there was some truth to what she said.

She had really coveted Chen Xinglie's beauty. She had thought about hooking up with the most beautiful man in Qingyun City many times, but she was worried that once she did such a thing, she would lose her image as a "pure and pure man".

It collapsed, revealing the vest, and then he held back and never attacked Chen Xinglie.

Bian Yujing glanced at Chen Xinglie shyly and whispered: "Yu'er is worried about being rejected by Mr. Chen. After all, Yu'er is just a brothel girl..."

These words came out with a bit of an infatuated and resentful look.

Chen Xinglie didn't believe a word of it, but he was faintly glad in his heart. Fortunately, he hadn't been put on the bed by this woman before. Otherwise, she would have sucked all the blood and essence from his body, and his whole body would have withered 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: "Let's play a song."

The whining sound of the flute sounded in the private room.

Bian Yujing's flute skills are very good, far superior to ordinary geishas and musicians, and she can even be called an artist.

Art knows no age.

Chen Xinglie squinted his eyes and admired it with great interest.

Shi Feiyu sat quietly next to her, not speaking a word. At this moment, she pretended to be immersed in the sound of the flute, secretly sizing up the woman in front of her.

Eighty years old...

Starting at the age of eighty!

What kind of methods does this old woman use to maintain her youthful appearance?

Do you have any secrets for skin care?

Shi Feiyu was full of curiosity.

Compared with ordinary people, the life span of martial arts practitioners does not have much advantage, but their bodies are much stronger, and they can barely live a few more years. However, this life-extending effect is not uncommon. If ordinary people know how to take care of their bodies and maintain health

If you have the skills, you can live a few more years.

If people in martial arts want to keep their youth, they must cultivate to the realm of land gods.

The ten realms of martial arts are a path from martial arts to spirituality.

Even though starting from the seventh level of the Ancestral Aperture Realm, people in the martial arts are becoming more and more different from ordinary people, but they are still walking on the path to spirituality.

Only those who have broken through the ten realms of martial arts can become immortals on land.

But even if the land immortal can keep his youth and his appearance does not age, he can only keep his youth until the day he breaks through to the land immortal. If he breaks through to the land immortal when he is thirty or forty years old, he can only maintain the appearance of a middle-aged woman!

In this world, except for little girls who have not grown up and hope to grow up quickly, there is no woman who does not want to retain the youth of her girlhood...

But Bian Yujing is different.

Over eighty years old, she still looks like a girl, her voice is still clear, her eyes are not dim, her face has no wrinkles, and even her palms are as smooth and smooth as a girl's.

Even though Shi Feiyu is still just a girl at her age, she is still full of curiosity about Bian Yujing's ability to preserve youth.

Being prepared for a rainy day is a characteristic of a smart woman.

Soon after.

The sound of the flute stopped.

Bang bang bang...

Chen Xinglie clapped his hands and applauded, saying: "This piece of flute is played really well. It feels like resentment, admiration, and weeping."

Bian Yujing said shyly: "Thank you Mr. Chen for the compliment."

Chen Xinglie smiled calmly and said: "I have long heard that decades ago, in the Qingyang Sect, there was an elder named Bian Yujing. He was very good at music and played all kinds of musical instruments in the world.

Proficient. Now that I see him, I know that the rumors are true."

Bian Yujing's eyes were startled, and his eyes stared blankly, as if he had been struck by lightning.