Fantasy: The teacher’s martial spirit turns out to be a green caterpillar

Yang Xing looked at the beautiful woman standing at the door, he didn't have to think about it to know what kind of place it was.

He looked at Xiong Wu with some astonishment, he didn't expect that Teacher Xiong Wu, who usually looked honest and serious, would come to such a place.

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to ask you out for a break. After all, after January, it will be the duel between you and Hou Liangjie.

I look good at you, so I don't want to see you leave Ziyang Academy at that time, wait a minute, I can analyze Hou Liangjie with you. Xiong Wu looked at Yang Xing and said.

Then, he took Yang Xing into the Chunyan Building with ease, and found a seat on the third floor, without a beauty to accompany him for the time being.

"I've never been to a place like this before, have you?" asked Xiong Wu.

"No, just heard of it. Yang Xing shook his head, even if Yang Xing wanted to come before, he didn't have so much money.

It is said that here, pick any girl, and it will cost dozens of gold coins to eat a meal.

As for the overnight stay, that's even more incredible.

"Although we are teachers, we also have our own private lives. You're not married, so you should come to this kind of place to play in normal times.

In fact, many strong people often come to this kind of place. It's not just about doing that kind of thing. Xiong Wu patted Yang Xing's shoulder and said.

Yang Xing glanced around.

He found that this Chunyan Building was not the same as the Qinglou he imagined, and it didn't have that feeling of black smoke and miasma.

On the contrary, it is very elegant and quiet.

The most important thing is to see the big golden characters engraved on several pillars, which actually gave Yang Xing a feeling of returning to ancient China.

Looking at those who come here to have fun, without exception they are all high-ranking officials or cultivators.

Among them, there are many soul masters, there are soul master realms, and there are even great soul master realms.

"Have you seen those poems? Don't think it's useless. In fact, whether it is a soul or a martial artist, mind cultivation is very important.

This is even more important among you soul bearers. Therefore, some strong people will come here to cultivate their mood and make poems and the like when they have leisure time. Xiong Wu picked up his wine glass and took a sip of it.

Yang Xing was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there would be such a thing in this other world.

Sure enough, Yang Xing before, his world view was still too narrow.

It is estimated that there is only one acre and three points of land in Ziyang College.

Yang Xing looked at the poems on those pillars, and after a few glances, he shook his head with a chuckle.

I am from China, and compared with the tens of millions of poems in China, these poems are really nothing.

"The poems on those pillars were written casually by the people here?" Yang Xing asked.

"Of course not! I saw the poems on the pillar in the middle, it was written by a big figure in our Northern Yan Kingdom, Wuhou Realm!" Xiong Wu said with a thumbs up.

Yang Xing couldn't help but laugh, sure enough, this world is still weaker than Huaxia in this aspect.

"Okay, I'll talk to you about Hou Liangjie. How much do you know about Hou Liangjie?" Xiong Wu put down his glass.

Yang Xing shook his head.

Hou Liangjie has been rated as one of the top ten tutors of Ziyang College for two consecutive years. Now it is the fifth stage of the Great Soul Master, and the Martial Soul is a black tiger at the intermediate level of the Xuan Rank. At the same time, he also practiced some melee skills, which may have something to do with his family's major in martial arts. "

Next, Xiong Wu told Yang Xing about Hou Liangjie, as well as the battle before Hou Liangjie and so on.

We talked for about two hours.

Suddenly, the sound of a golden bell sounded in the building.

Almost all of them put down what they were doing at this point.

"Oops, I almost forgot! Today is the monthly Oiran Day of the Spring Swallow Building. Xiong Wu suddenly clapped his hands and said.

"What day is Oiran Day?" Yang Xing asked.

"Chunyanlou Oiran is the number one beauty in Northern Yancheng, of course, there may be some moisture in this, after all, who would compare his own daughter with an Oiran.

But this posture is definitely not bad, and she is also a versatile woman. The rules of Chunyan House are that Oiran will attend one day a month, and then set up a competition.

Whoever wins, you can let the Oiran accompany you, enjoy the flowers and the moon and listen to the music all afternoon!" Xiong Wu said, his eyes showing a look of yearning.

Sure enough, this guy is a sullen monster.

"That's all?" Yang Xing's words were ambiguous.

Xiong Wu also understood what Yang Xing meant: "The Oiran of Chunyan Tower, not selling his body. After all, after cultivating for so long, if you sell your body, your value will be much worse than before. "

Yang Xing understands what this means, what you can't get is always the best.

"But even so, if you usually want to ask this oiran to taste tea, let alone an afternoon, the time for a stick of incense will be a thousand gold!" Xiong Wu shook his head with emotion.

This amount is not the amount of ordinary people's consumption.

"Oh my God, look who's coming!".

"I didn't expect that today's Oiran Day would even alarm this one. "

"When did this return to Beiyan City, could it be that the war in the south has subsided?"

At this time, there was a discussion around.

Yang Xing looked at the first floor, a middle-aged man dressed in black cloth and with a sword hanging from his waist, who looked to be in his thirties.

This man was followed by three or five attendants, each with a murderous aura on his body.

"Who is this person?" Yang Xing could see from Xiong Wu's admiring eyes that he also knew this person.

"You don't even know him? He is the Yan Beihou of the Yanbei Fortress, who has guarded the southern gateway for the Northern Yan Kingdom for more than ten years! He is one of the great generals of our Northern Yan Kingdom!" Xiong Wu said respectfully.

"Will Yan Beihou come to this kind of place?" Yang Xing was a little surprised.

"I remember what I told you before, that the poem on the pillar was mentioned by him. However, at that time, he was in the Soul Waiting Realm, and now I don't know, some people rumored that he had broken through to the Soul King Realm in Yanbei Fortress half a year ago.

But after that, he never fought anyone, and the royal court did not give him a title, so it is a mystery. "Xiong Wudao.

Tick tock

At this time, the music of Chunyan Tower sounded.

In a corner of the first floor, a group of flowery women walked out and paved a path with flowers.

Then a woman wearing a light gauze skirt and a veil walked out, walked straight to the platform in the middle, and sat down in front of a piano that had been arranged, as quiet as a virgin.

"Today is our Yan'er girl's Oiran day, I don't know which son can enjoy the flowers and touch the piano with Yan'er girl today. "A middle-aged woman walked to Taichung and seemed to be the principal.

"It's still the old rule, compose poems on the spot. The poems written, if you can let the Yan'er girl touch the piano, it is a masterpiece. Finally, choose one of the best works. "

As the principal spoke, the audience was already in a commotion.

"Let's get started!".

"I've been waiting for a month, and this time the poems I've been meditating on will definitely make Miss Yan'er move!"

"At your level, I think it's better to go home and continue to practice. "

"Forget it this time, Yan Beihou is here, we don't have this opportunity. "

Yang Xing on the third floor squinted at the Oiran below, his eyes changed slightly.

This woman...... He knows.

Although he had never seen a face, the look in his eyes was definitely the female assassin from last night.

[System task: If you can accept Chunyanlou Oiran as a student, reward: five stages of soul power].