Chapter 90: Sister Qing of Pingding City

Chapter 90: Sister Qing of Pingding City

Chapter 90: Sister Qing of Pingding City

"I'm new to Qianhonglou. How did Miss Shen know Zhang Yu?"

"My lady has heard your poems."

"Poetry?"

Zhang Yu was a little confused for a moment, and couldn't remember what poems he had written that had been circulated in Qianhonglou.

"The wind blows the drums and the mountains and rivers shake, the lightning flashes and the flags rise high as the sun and the moon. The unicorn in the sky has its own kind, how can the ants in the cave escape."

A maidservant in green robes was reciting as she walked. From the rooms on both sides came the sounds of singing, dancing, and chirping. Behind him followed a swordsman in black robes.

"The young lady liked this poem, wrote it down by hand, and often recited it. She said that the poem has a lofty spirit that looks down on the world, but it seems that there is something unfinished."

That's it!

That day when he climbed the Blackwood Cliff and crossed the Orangutan Beach, he used this poem to flatter Tong Baixiong.

Who knew that the old man was so easily flattered that he was caught in a dilemma and tricked by his own son, and almost couldn't walk out of Chengde Hall alive.

Zhang Yu thought to himself that besides Tong Baixiong and Qi Queqiao, there were also many masters from Fenglei Hall present at the time. Even Tong Baixiong had been to Qianhonglou to open a long package. Most of those people had also drunk flower wine. He didn't know who leaked the information.

"Miss, Master Zhang, please come in."

The room of the top courtesan in Qianhong Tower is on the east side of the third floor, and the view is very beautiful.

The door was pushed open from the inner room.

Shen Qingjun was only eighteen years old, with bright eyes and a delicate fragrance all over her body.

She was wearing a palace skirt, revealing two snow-white arms, as delicate as mutton-fat jade. When an ordinary man saw her, he would inevitably be confused and infatuated.

After she opened the door, she said nothing and pulled Zhang Yu into the room. Then she told the maid in green, "Stay outside the door and don't let anyone get close. If Madam Yang asks, tell her that I'm not feeling well today and I won't see anyone who comes."

"Yes, ma'am."

The maid in green looked at the slowly closing door reluctantly.

Shen Qingjun held Zhang Yu's hand, looked up, and smiled: "Mr. Zhang is so handsome, he can even surpass Pan An and Song Yu. No wonder he has bewitched my little maid after just one meeting."

Since she entered the building at the age of fifteen, she has been both talented and beautiful. She has seen many men, some with slicked-back hair and powdered faces, and some with luxurious appearance. However, this is the first time she has met such a heroic and handsome man.

She thought to herself, "If I hadn't met a noble man and received a great favor, I wouldn't have given myself to anyone so easily. Otherwise, if Mr. Zhang had deflowered me, even if I had to fall into prostitution, my life would not have been in vain. Even if he had to pay for my make-up, I would be willing to do it."

"Ms. Shen invited Zhang here just to talk about these things?"

Zhang Yu's eyes fell on the bead curtain that divided the room into two spaces.

There is someone behind the beaded curtain.

Zhang Yu wore a green jade ring, and his six senses were sharper than his current martial arts skills.

There are at least two more people behind.

Among them, there was one whose breathing was long and continuous, like a deep abyss or a majestic mountain, and his inner strength was unfathomable.

Only when the opponent is not hiding can one detect it with the help of the green jade ring.

"Qingjun, bring him in."

A female voice sounded familiar. Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and his expression suddenly changed.

He knew who was going to see him today.

"Yes, Master."

Shen Qingjun restrained her expression, looked respectful, and opened the bead curtain for Zhang Yu.

In the inner room, there was a small square table with two people sitting at it.

The man next to him was about sixty years old, wearing a green robe, a mugwort crown on his head, a high forehead and a gaunt face, and he looked quite otherworldly.

He only glanced at the black-robed swordsman who entered the room, then lowered his head to look through the music book in his hand.

Seeing the person sitting in the main seat, Zhang Yu did not dare to be negligent and immediately knelt on one knee and bowed with his hands clasped.

Since Dongfang Bubai let Yang Lianting take power, he not only took great pains to fabricate many embarrassing flattering words, but also established many rules, making the Sun and Moon Sect a strictly hierarchical one with an atmosphere like that of a court.

Although there were times when Ren Woxing, the leader of the sect, was overbearing and dictatorial at times, overall, the atmosphere within the sect was more like that of brothers, but now it has completely turned into a master-servant relationship.

"I am Zhang Yu, the flag bearer of the Wind and Thunder Hall. I pay my respects to the Saint Lady!"

"I don't like red tape. You don't have to be so polite."

Ren Yingying was still dressed the same way, with a conical hat on her head and a white dress, making it difficult to see her face clearly.

The Saint Lady is nominally the next successor of the Divine Religion, second only to the Emperor and above all others, with a distinguished status, equivalent to the role of the Crown Prince. She is naturally noble, but usually behaves politely. Although she is not very old, she has many supporters in the Divine Religion.

Especially in recent years, Yang Lianting has been doing evil things, and many powerful people in the sect and leaders of affiliated gangs have secretly surrendered to Miss Ren.

"Please get up."

"sit."

Zhang Yu also didn't like kneeling under a woman, so when he heard her say this, he stood up and sat down.

Shen Qingjun came over and poured tea for the three of them.

Ren Yingying slightly lifted the veil, picked up the teacup, put it to her lips, and took a sip.

She chuckled and said, "This is Qianhonglou, but you are already drunk, so I won't invite you to drink anymore. This Yunwu Xianming tea is just right to relieve your greasy feeling. Let's see how good my tea-making skills are."

Ren Yingying chatted for a few words, but there was something fishy going on.

Zhang Yu felt more and more that this saint lady was unusual. She was simply Aqing Sao from Pingding Prefecture. The teahouses she had contact with from all directions were even opened into the boudoir of the courtesan.

I heard that Qianhong Tower is Shangguan Yun’s property, and I wonder if the elder of Baihu Hall has also become Ren Yingying’s disciple.

He took a sip of the tea and said with a smile, "The Saint Lady's craftsmanship is amazing. This tea has just the right amount of strength and lightness. It's like entering a fairyland of clouds and mist. It's truly the best taste in the world."

"So do you like it?"

There was a hint of ambiguity in the question, and through the veil, he seemed to be able to feel Ren Yingying's burning gaze.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, thinking to himself, no matter how powerful Ren Yingying is, she is just a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. How can she still stump him? He smiled and replied, "How can I not like her?"

Ren Yingying filled another cup of tea for Zhang Yu and said, "Come to Qianhonglou often in the future. Qingjun will entertain you. I also learned the art of tea making from her."

Shen Qingjun looked at Zhang Yu and said with a smile, "If Master Zhang could come to drink tea often, I would be more than happy to do so. I would not charge him a penny."

Ren Yingying said: "Qingjun, bring me the gift I prepared."

Shen Qingjun took out a wooden box, opened it and placed it on the table. Inside was a volume of yellowed kraft paper, about sixteen or seventeen pages long, tied with a hemp rope. It looked like it was very old.

"I heard that you use a sword. Not long ago, someone gave me this sword technique book. I took a look at it and found that this sword technique is extremely powerful, but it takes a lot of time and effort to practice. I am busy with my work and I am afraid that I will not be able to learn it. I am giving it to you today, just like borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

Zhang Yu looked at the three words written crookedly in seal script: Hidden Swordsmanship.

"That person said that this sword technique has a long history. A few tomb robbers went to Kunlun Mountain and stole it from an ancient tomb of the Warring States Period."

Zhang Yu was somewhat tempted, as he was just lacking a suitable sword technique. What Ren Ying took out was certainly not an ordinary item.

But taking this book of swordsmanship would mean joining Ren Yingying's camp, and he would then not be tolerated in Fenglei Hall.

The leader of the Sun and Moon Sect is Dongfang Bubai. Yang Lianting and Tong Baixiong are fighting to the death, but it is an internal conflict after all.

There are still two years before Ren Woxing can escape from this predicament. It may not be a good idea for me to choose sides so early.

Two years is not a long time, but losing your life may just be a matter of the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yu bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Saint Auntie, but I am ashamed to accept the gift without any merit."

Only children would think that stealing fish can cover up the fishy smell on their bodies.

Fence sitters never have a good ending.

If he accepted the book "Hidden Sword Art" and received a valuable reward, would he accept it or not? If Ren Yingying gave him an order, would he accept it or not?
Zhang Yu glanced at the young woman wearing a cloak and veil. At the moment, the wall was not strong enough, and he didn't want to ride on it for the time being.

Ren Yingying picked up the teacup and said softly, "If you don't dare to accept it, I won't force you. You are the descendant of Uncle Wu. The situation in the Divine Religion is dangerous. If you have any trouble in the future, you can still come to me."

"Thank you for your care, Saint Aunt."

Zhang Yu stood up and said goodbye.

Seeing the man in black robe walk out of the door, her voice suddenly turned cold: "Zhu Weng, follow him. If he moves unusually, kill him immediately."

The old man in green robe nodded, walked out of the room and closed the door.

Ren Yingying sat at the table, looking at the half-filled pot of Yunwu Xian Tea, which was still steaming.

It was somewhat beyond her expectation that Zhang Yu would refuse the offer so decisively that he would not even take the martial arts secrets that were the most indispensable to people in the martial arts world.

Although he knew that Yang Lianting had an old grudge against him, if Yang Lianting really ignored the revenge of killing his master and went to inform on him, although he would not be seriously injured, many plans would be shelved.

Three days later.

Zhang Yu stayed indoors at the Taiping Inn all day, cultivating his inner strength or practicing hidden weapon techniques. He neither went out to drink and socialize nor looked for women. He lived like an ascetic monk.

After listening to Green Bamboo Old Man's report, Ren Yingying felt relieved. At the same time, she also felt that this man had great ambitions and was not an ordinary person. He would definitely make some achievements in the Divine Religion and was very worth winning over.

(End of this chapter)