Hua Xiangrong, however, thought of some other past events.
She used to be the daughter of a rich family, but unfortunately, her family was sinned and became a prostitute. Although she had the title of Top Beauty, no real daughter of a rich family was willing to have such a reputation. The Holy House was extremely generous, and Mrs. Bai really loved her, but she was still inevitably forced to open the window. What else could it be if it was not a person who had fallen from grace to the end of the world?
This poem simply expressed the sorrow in the depths of her heart.
"Young Master is really a peerless poet. I have never seen such a poet as you." Hua Xiangrong couldn't help asking, "This poem seems to be incomplete. I don't know if Young Master can …"
Before he could finish, Li Mu interrupted him and said, "I was just expressing my feelings just now. That's all. That's all I have to say."
"Oh." Hua Xiangrong sounded disappointed.
She felt that those two sentences were the most suitable for her current situation, which was really a portrayal of her fate. Unfortunately, it was not enough. It seemed that this Young Master was not willing to say more, so it was not good to ask again.
However, in her heart, she admired Li Mu's poetry to the extreme. When she looked at Li Mu's face again, she felt that although this young man was not a handsome man, his eyebrows and eyes were resolute, and his mouth and nose were straight, especially his eyes, which were as dark as the starry sky, as if they contained the stars in the universe. He actually had an unparalleled charm, which seemed to make people's souls involuntarily sink in it.
Hua Xiangrong sighed in her heart.
This was a poetic genius, but unfortunately, his background was too low.
In this world, poetry could move the world, which was the power of poetry. But in the final analysis, it was difficult to stand out only with good poetry.
It wasn't that she looked down on scholars who had nothing. Poetry and literary talent could move people's hearts, especially a gifted scholar who could write a poem that could cause the downfall of a city and state. Since ancient times, there were so many legends of gifted scholars and beautiful women, and they didn't come from nowhere.
If it were in the past, Hua Xiangrong would be tempted by this young man in front of her and be willing to follow him, because she was not short of money. Poetry taste was like character, and the person who could write such a poem must have a good character. As the saying went, it was easy to get a priceless treasure, but it was hard to find a lover. If she could find such a husband, it was also Hua Xiangrong's fantasy. She had seen the fickleness of human nature, so she did not care about glory, splendor, wealth, and power. However …
But now, she was in a difficult situation. If she followed this scholar, she would be harming him.
These thoughts flashed across Hua Xiangrong's mind in an instant.
She smiled and poured and boiled tea for Li Mu. Her movements were graceful. The moonlight shone through the screen window and spread on the girl like a layer of silver sand. She was as beautiful as a fairy in the Jade Pool.
At this time, Li Mu had gradually calmed down. He kept practicing the Xiantian Skill, and his spiritual force was extremely strong, which could make up for the uneasiness of a virgin. When he looked at the beauty in front of him again, he felt more and more emotional. On the earth, modern makeup and photoshop technology had produced many beauties, but no one could compare with this top beauty of the Holy House.
Beauties were always easy to make people admire and pity them. They were privileged.
Li Mu originally planned to leave after watching, but now, he suddenly wanted to stay a little longer.
A beauty brewing tea. It was good to watch such a beautiful scene for a while longer.
Li Mu was not that kind of rigid hypocrite, and he also enjoyed it.
"To thank Young Master for writing a poem, I would like to dance for Young Master." Hua Xiangrong stood up, bowed, and said, "Please wait a moment, Young Master. I'm going to change clothes."
Hua Xiangrong turned and left.
A moment later, when she came back again, she had changed into a feather dress, which was bright and beautiful.
Behind her, there were several musicians, who were all maids dressed in scholar's clothes, holding a guzheng and a bamboo instrument with beautiful appearances. In the Holy House, there was no shortage of young women.
The music sounded.
The classical sound of bamboo and silk matched each other perfectly. The musicians here had undergone rigorous training, and their skills were exquisite, which could be called master-level professional level. The music was like a flowing spring, gurgling into the ears. Li Mu was not a music lover, but at this moment, he also seemed to hear fairy music, so he sat up straight and listened carefully.
Hua Xiangrong was barefoot, and her snow-white feet were graceful, stepping on the wooden floor and dancing.
Her dancing posture was graceful and her figure was moving. Her feather clothes fluttered along with her movements. Under the moonlight that passed through the window, she really looked like a fairy under the moon. She had a kind of ethereal and refined temperament, as if she was going to ride the wind and return to heaven step by step, like a fairy floating in the air.
At this moment, Li Mu had a feeling that his soul was hit by an electric shock.
He heard Hua Xiangrong's red lips slightly opened, dancing and singing.
"There is a beauty in Chang 'an, peerless and independent, one glance can make a city fall, another glance can make a country fall …"
She was singing the Beauty Poem that Li Mu had written for her before.
Under the moonlight, the fairy in feather dress danced alone, and her voice was as sweet as the sound of nature. Being able to become the top beauty of a brothel like the Holy House, one of the three pillars of the Musical House, Hua Xiangrong not only had the appearance and temperament, but also her dancing, singing, singing, and talent were first-class.
This time, Li Mu was really hit in the heart.
Too beautiful, too dreamy.
Before that, Li Mu had never realized that a woman could be so amazingly beautiful.
If the impression that Hua Xiangrong gave Li Mu before was a kind of restrained, gentle, and peerless beauty, at this time, she gave Li Mu the feeling that she was like a fairy who did not belong to the human world, dancing gracefully. She sang the Beauty Poem written by Li Yannian during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in China, which was ethereal and refined, just like a fairy.
Watching this dance that did not seem to belong to the human world and listening to the singing of the fairy in the ninth heaven, Li Mu's mind not only did not have the slightest erotic thoughts, but also became clearer and clearer. Originally, because of the lack of progress in practicing the visualization method in the past few days, the irritation gradually dissipated, and his mood involuntarily became comfortable …
This was a very strange state.
He could not help but take a deep breath.
At the moment of this breath, an incredible thing happened.
The Xiantian Skill in Li Mu's body unexpectedly ran automatically.
Li Mu felt that a stream of heat began to surge in his body along the route of the breathing and running of the Xiantian Skill. The speed of running was faster than usual, and there was a tendency to get faster and faster, just like the process of a beautiful stream converging into a surging river.
"What's going on?"
Li Mu was puzzled, but he did not panic.
He carefully felt the change of the breath in his body. The internal qi that had not been cultivated seemed to be suddenly produced at this moment. Although it was not very surging, it really appeared, and automatically ran along the route of the Xiantian Skill.
Every time it ran, Li Mu felt that his spiritual force was like a silk thread being stretched and then loosened. During such stretching and loosening, the quantity of his spiritual force did not increase, but it was more solid and more resilient … This was not an increase in quantity, but a sublimation in strength.
"Did I finally cultivate the internal qi?"
Li Mu was a little happy.
However, the internal qi running along the breathing route of the Xiantian Skill in his body was not under his control, but ran automatically. Li Mu tried several times, but could not "communicate" with the internal qi.
Time seemed to be very long.
Li Mu felt that after running for about 22 circles, the heat flow that was suspected to be internal qi gradually diluted and then slowly disappeared, as if it had been consumed up.
At the same time, Li Mu felt that his spiritual force was rapidly improving.
This feeling was very strange, as if the consumed suspected internal qi, after strengthening the strength of Li Mu's original spiritual force, had all been transformed into new spiritual force.
Then, Li Mu suddenly felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, as if there was a needle pricking.
It seemed that there was something in the upper position between his eyes, and it was about to pierce the muscle and skin to drill out.
And all the spiritual force was also gathering towards this place of severe pain.
"What's going on?"
Li Mu was frightened.
However, before he could react and observe carefully, there was a sudden bang in his mind. It was as if the Big Bang had suddenly occurred in his spiritual world. Then, everything was different. It was as if something that was originally binding his body was instantly torn to pieces. It was as if he had broken free from some kind of shackles and jumped out from some kind of indescribable shackles.
He opened his eyes subconsciously.
Then, Li Mu opened his mouth, and his heart beat wildly.
"What's going on? When did Hua Xiangrong take off her clothes and dance? "
He was almost blinded by the light.
In front of him, under the moonlight, the peerless beauty of the Holy House was naked, and her perfect body seemed to be shining in the moonlight. Her ankle-length black hair was fluttering with her movements like a waterfall, and the proportion of her figure was perfect to the extreme, without the slightest flaw, just like the perfect goddess imagined by the world.
Hua Xiangrong's dance movements were as holy as a fairy. Even if she was dancing naked, her movements were full of a sense of sacredness, without the slightest seduction, so Li Mu couldn't have the slightest idea of blasphemy.
However, this kind of scene, after all, was too strong. Even if Li Mu's spiritual force had just been improved, he was still shocked. Vaguely, he felt that his nose was hot, and something was slowly flowing down.
"Young Master, Young Master …" On one side, the maid Xin 'er gently called.
"Ah?" Li Mu seemed to wake up from a dream and turned to look.
As soon as he saw, his eyeballs almost fell to the ground.
"What's going on?"
"This little girl is also naked?"
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"Thank you, Blue Cat Meteor Fist, for your reward again."
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