Chapter 19: Xiao Zhu Luo Yu Pan

If you were to ask anyone in Maplewood City where the most enchanting pleasure can be found, any seasoned connoisseur would tell you one place: Three-Tenths Fragrance Pavilion.

It's not just a place with three shades of makeup, but a pavilion that holds three-tenths of all the fragrances in the world.

Even though it's just a branch.

From the day it was built, it swept through the mediocre brothel market of Maplewood City like a storm.

The young masters of Maplewood City can now enjoy the pleasures of romance, all thanks to the Three-Tenths Fragrance Pavilion's improvement of the skills of the women in the entire Maplewood City area.

It's equivalent to the fifth-rank grandmaster Dong A improving the educational level of Maplewood City's Taoist academy. Of course, this could only be said privately by Zhao Rucheng.

The current leading lady of the Three-Tenths Fragrance Pavilion is a woman named Miaoyu.

Countless people yearn for her boudoir, wishing they could crawl under her skirt. But only a few are lucky enough to have a taste of her fragrance.

On a luxuriously decorated bed, a middle-aged naked man's expression is frenzied, rising and falling in pleasure, but under him is clearly just a pile of bedding.

Separated only by a beaded curtain, a soft couch faces the bed. Miaoyu leans languidly, supporting her head with her hand, her curves extremely exquisite. Her eyes are blurred, and it's unknown if the middle-aged man's "self-entertainment" is in her sight.

A man in black kneels before the soft couch, reporting something respectfully.

"So, this Jiang Wang knows a set of extremely profound swordplay, but before this, he never showed it in public?"

Her voice is languid, like a cat that has just woken up, teasing people's hearts.

The man in black kneels, never raising his head: "That's right. Your subordinate is incompetent and cannot find out where he learned it."

Miaoyu is thoughtful, and raises a finger: "Go down."

Hearing this, the man in black touches the floor with his forehead, folds his ring finger and little finger, and forms a triangle with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger over his heart, chanting softly: "The bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, the abyss of the Yellow Springs. The honored god returns to the world, illuminating humanity."

His whole person permeates into the floor.

"A swordplay that has never appeared in the Maplewood City Taoist academy? Passed down from which great martial artist who tried his sword under heaven? Or perhaps..." Miaoyu's eyes become blurred.

"The Taoist Master..."

She thinks more, farther, more vaguely.

"The bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, the abyss of the Yellow Springs. The honored god returns to the world, illuminating humanity."

She makes the same gesture and chants softly.

And the naked man on the bed is still wriggling with himself, seeming to be able to sink into the wonderful fantasy forever.

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At this time, in a village in the State of Yong, a fierce-looking bald man is grabbing something and eating it greedily, with blood flowing all over his mouth and hands.

And judging from the empty hole in the chest of the fallen villager next to him... he is clearly eating a human heart.

He is eating happily when suddenly a streamer falls straight towards him.

Unfortunately, this is not justice from heaven, a flying sword to eliminate evil.

The bald man reaches out and grabs the streamer in his hand, which turns into a simple long sword.

"Damn it! Sooner or later I'll swallow your heart!" Disturbed from his meal, the bald man is clearly very indignant.

"Old thing, what era is it, still using flying sword transmission!" He curses while using his blood-stained hand to open the letter on the flying sword.

Now the Mo Sect's Thousand Miles Voice Transmission Box has been promoted for many years and sells extremely well. But some forces refuse to use it, because no one can be sure if the Mo Sect's machine-making people have left any tricks in the Voice Transmission Box.

Even if the Mo Sect people swear to the heavens—the most rigorous heart demon oaths have long been studied with dozens of solutions, what's the use of swearing?

"Zhuang State, Qinghe County, Three Mountains City?" He says word by word, and can't help but spit: "What a remote place!"

The long sword shakes in the air, seeming to urge something.

The bald man becomes more and more irritable, but the sender is obviously someone he cannot resist at the moment.

He uses his blood-stained finger to draw five strokes crookedly on the letter paper, a simple drawing of a horse, meaning: go immediately.

He fixes the letter back on the sword at random, and the sword leaves as quickly as it came.

After the flying sword has gone far, the bald man suddenly remembers something, "The boss won't be able to understand it, right?"

He thinks for a while, and then throws away this little worry.

"If he can't even understand this, what kind of boss is he!"

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Walking to the door of the dormitory, Jiang Wang hears voices coming from inside.

After entering the inner sect, he still lives with Ling He and Du Yehu, so that they can learn from each other at any time. Zhao Rucheng comes over to stay one night every few days, but he doesn't stay long. Although the room is much better than before, it doesn't make much difference to Zhao Rucheng.

Hearing Jiang Wang's footsteps, Ling He walks out quickly, "You're finally back, your family has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Family...

Jiang Wang's heart jumps, and he hurries into the room, and sees a charming woman at the pear wood table and chairs by the window—the table and chairs were naturally something Zhao Rucheng insisted on having someone move in.

Du Yehu sits beside her with his hands tied, answering honestly—the woman asks a question, and he answers it. He's like a wild child restraining his wildness in front of his friend's parents.

But this "child's" beard is too thick, and his appearance is too hasty. In comparison, he seems to be older than the well-maintained woman.

Seeing Jiang Wang come in, the woman stands up quickly, her eyes showing surprise, "Xiao Wang, long time no see! You've grown taller and stronger!"

Jiang Wang nods and greets, "Hello, Aunt Song."

His biological mother left early, and this woman is his father's second wife. He can't change his address, and always calls her Aunt.

This Aunt is not a bad person, and has never mistreated him. However, Jiang Wang had already entered the outer sect of the Taoist academy a few years after his father remarried. Cultivation is hard, and he rarely goes home except during festivals. They have never had conflicts, but their relationship is not very deep.

While greeting him, Aunt Song pulls the little girl hiding behind her to the front, "Say hello quickly!"

This is a timid little girl, who is urged by her mother to open her small mouth and say softly: "Brother."

The silk clothes worn by Aunt Song are bright and beautiful, adding a touch of color. The little girl's clothes are not bad either, but her delicate features are naturally eye-catching and admirable.

Unfortunately, as soon as she says hello, she immediately goes behind her mother again, only poking out half of her head to look at her long-lost brother.

Of course, he likes his sister. Blood is thicker than water, and no one can change that. He is only focused on cultivation, and every time he returns home, he comes and goes in a hurry. It has been a long time since he heard this "brother".

Although this sound is light and small, it is like a pearl rolling on a jade plate, indescribably clear and sweet.

Having experienced battles and seen blood and darkness, Jiang Wang's heart, which he feels has become cold and hard, suddenly has a melting feeling.

After returning from Tangshe Town, Jiang Wang shows a rare genuine smile, "An'an!"