"Oh, it's the new Young Master Lin!"
Generally speaking, in a brothel or brothel, the girls guarding the door were all very beautiful and clever. This was called a facade.
How else could they attract customers?
They had to be very skilled to be qualified to stand at the door.
Look, Irin didn't even recognize them, but they recognized Irin at a glance.
It seemed that Irin's extravagant spending in the small town had alerted the girls at Wanxiang Brothel.
Yi Lin waved her fan. While the others were hesitant, Yi Lin was the one who took the initiative to attack. Before the two ladies had time to tug at each other's hands, Yi Lin moved first and stepped in.
"No need, I'll do it myself."
The two girls were stunned and looked at each other.
He looked like he had just reached adulthood.
How could he be so familiar with his steps?
Suddenly, a strange feeling arose in the hearts of the two girls at the door.
Yi Lin's sleeves shook, and two pieces of silver fell into the girl's collar in a parabola, and slid into her embroidered bellyband. This unrestrained and extravagant action directly conquered them. Their mouths cursed, but their bodies pressed against him.
Originally, with Yi Lin's hidden charm attribute, regardless of her looks, it would be very difficult for her to gain the recognition of strangers.
But Irin gave them too much.
No one knew how to make people like him better than Irin.
Over the years, he had become very familiar with this. He taught according to the person's ability and moved according to the person.
Shengping County was only a small county in the southern border of the Qing Dynasty, and Wanxiang Brothel was considered a very high-end place. There were all kinds of male customers inside. Most of them were well-dressed. Compared to the poor people outside, one could see the difference in cultivation level.
Wanxiang Brothel was considered a leading industry in the Qing Dynasty. It had countless branches in various cities and towns. At that time, when Yi Lin learned of this matter, the surprise in his heart could be imagined. He didn't expect that in a world with such backward technology and cultivation as the main theme, someone would come up with the concept of a "chain store". The boss behind Wanxiang Brothel was a character.
"Here, I'll take care of Young Master Lin. Qiao 'er, Hua' er, you two continue to attract customers."
After the two girls named Qiao 'er and Hua' er led Irin into the Wanxiang Brothel, a gorgeously dressed woman in her thirties with a mature charm walked out slowly. She chased Hua 'er and Qiao' er away with a charming smile, and then intimately held onto Irin's arm. Her red lips were close to Irin's ear, and she whispered in a soft voice, "Young Master Lin looks so … simple. I'm Xiuniang, the shopkeeper of this brothel."
It was supposed to be a charming scene, but Irin was a bit shorter than the embroiderer. This scene was inadvertently seen by other people. It was like an old cow nibbling on young grass, or a young coachman driving a large carriage. Many male guests secretly sneered, but they did not go to the extent of looking for trouble.
After a simple self-introduction, the embroiderer went straight to the point. "I wonder if Young Master Lin has come today to listen to a simple song, or do you want to enjoy the scenery?"
As everyone knew, the ladies of Wanxiang Brothel were known as "Xiang Feng" in the industry. According to their profession, they were divided into two types — "Wen Feng" and "Wu Feng".
Simply put, Wen Feng sold her skills but not her body, while Wu Feng sold her body but not her skills. They each had their own specialties, and each had a clear division of labor.
Most Wen Feng had been carefully trained. They were good at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and painting. Simply holding a seven-stringed zither and playing a song would make people intoxicated. Some people liked this kind of brothel. It was a different kind of experience. In the circle, this was also jokingly called "Wen Feng".
The other type of "Wu Feng" was naturally trained as well. However, the training was a little special, so I won't go into detail here. The reason why they were called Wu Feng was naturally because they saw real martial arts. They didn't know anything about opera or pipa. This kind of brothel was called "Wu Feng".
As for Xiu Niang, she had seen all kinds of people. When she saw this Young Master Lin, she found him inexplicably annoying. However, when he was generous, he seemed much more pleasing to the eye. Xiu Niang sized him up for a long time. She thought to herself that Young Master Lin was not a novice at all. Thus, she did not bother to explain herself. She wanted to see if Young Master Lin wanted to learn a bit about literature or martial arts.
As Yi Lin calculated the remaining silver he had obtained from robbing the rich to help the poor from the bandit group, he casually shook his sleeve and took out a shining silver ingot, stuffing it into the embroidered lady's belt.
Xiu Niang was stunned.
Irin smiled meaningfully. "I'm different from them."
"This …" Xiu Niang touched the silver ingot in her belt and hesitated.
Irin didn't say anything and stuffed another silver ingot into Xiu Niang's belt.
Xiu Niang was still hesitant.
Irin quickly stuffed a third silver ingot into Xiu Niang's belt.
Xiu Niang's waist was slender to begin with, and her belt was very tight. When Third Sister stuffed a large silver ingot into her belt, it almost tore open Xiu Niang's belt.
Xiu Niang took a deep breath and stretched out two fingers. She wasn't sure. "Could it be that Young Master Lin wants to … I'm afraid that the ladies won't agree." As soon as she finished speaking, she carefully touched her belt that was about to burst open. A bold thought appeared in her mind. She immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. "Could it be that Young Master Lin likes women who are as old as me? I'm afraid that's even more inappropriate. "
Irin felt that there was something wrong with the way she thought.
Xiu Niang had misunderstood her thoughts.
Irin coughed dryly. "Your 'Qing Luan Tree' Hall …"
She didn't finish her sentence.
Xiu Niang covered Yi Lin's mouth and stuck her waist, which was stuffed with silver, to Yi Lin.
"Young Master Lin, let's talk in private."
Irin's mouth was covered, but there was a smile in her eyes. She nodded.
Irin and Xiu Niang's private conversation didn't alarm anyone.
In reality, every customer who came to Wanxiang Brothel, whether they were prostitutes or prostitutes, had to go through this process.
People had to care about their reputation.
In Wanxiang Brothel, it was always this group of people who came and went. They were all familiar with each other, but when they left, they acted like they didn't know each other.
Irin was led into a room by Xiu Niang. Xiu Niang closed the door with a bang. She looked at Irin with a smile for a moment. Suddenly, her small hand shook, and rays of silver light shot towards Irin's body.
Ding ding ding ding.
The silver light was the embroidery needles used for embroidery. Before the needles could hit Irin's vitals, they all fell to the ground and lost their aim.
"My apologies, Young Master Lin. Xiu Niang has offended you. Profound Sect Arts … I wonder where Young Master Lin learned them from? "
When Xiu Niang saw Irin's actions, her eyes became more serious. The seductive charm on her face disappeared, replaced by a cold and stiff expression.
In this world, it was easier to get things done if you had someone backing you. Xiu Niang didn't know Irin's true intentions, but there was nothing wrong with asking about his background first.
She still had to find out who she could offend and who she couldn't.
Usually, before finding out the other party's background, Profound Sect Arts rarely went so far as to kill people.
If she provoked someone she shouldn't, then it wouldn't be something that could be easily resolved with her life.
Irin frowned.
Before he came, he had already done some scouting.
Since ancient times, brothels were places where information was readily available.
After scouting, Irin was pleasantly surprised to find that Wanxiang Brothel seemed to be a local intelligence organization — one of the bases of Qingluan Tree.
Thus, he pretended to be a prostitute today to buy some information.
Irin stared at Xiu Niang's bulging waist and asked, "I'm here to ask for some information. Do you not have enough money?"
"You're here to buy a booklet?"
Xiu Niang stared at Irin's face. Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she probed him with some dirty words.
In the intelligence community, some confidential information was called "booklets".
Booklets were divided into "gold booklets", "silver booklets", "copper booklets", and "paper booklets" according to the rarity of the information.
Irin nodded matter-of-factly. "That's right."
Xiu Niang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard this. "Who told you that Wanxiang Brothel sells booklets? We specialize in selling our bodies … Bah, I mean selling our bodies and performing arts! That's not right! " Xiu Niang was almost fooled by Irin's smooth "that's right". She suddenly realized that if he really was a member of Profound Sect Arts, then there was no way he wouldn't know about the twists and turns. She was afraid that he was an enemy of Qingluan Tree. Thus, she secretly held a few more embroidery needles in her hand and aimed them at Irin's vital point between his legs. She continued to ask, "Sir Lin, you haven't introduced yourself yet. Logically speaking, as a Profound Sect Cultivator, how could Sir Lin not know that Wanxiang Brothel isn't a place to hand over booklets? "
So there was a mistake in the process!
When Irin heard this, he immediately understood where the mistake was. He had been so focused on finding out that Wanxiang Brothel belonged to an intelligence organization that he had overlooked a small detail. Wanxiang Brothel was only responsible for collecting intelligence, but there was actually someone else who sold this information.
This was a mature chain of intelligence transactions. Irin had directly bypassed all the middlemen and stepped on the source of the goods. No wonder Xiu Niang was so vigilant, pulling out the needles as soon as she closed the door.
So that was the case.
But Irin thought that it didn't matter. At most, he had taken fewer detours and opened up a new path. Irin didn't think much of Xiu Niang's methods. So, what was wrong with bypassing the middlemen? The current Irin really did have the confidence to bully others.
If he really couldn't beat them, then he could just run!
Although this world was very dangerous, most people's strength was still quite down-to-earth.
Thus, Irin calmly made up an excuse in his head. As he made it up, he spoke at the same time. It sounded like the truth.
"I've always lived in the sect and never left. My senior apprentice-brother secretly snuck out of the sect for some reason. I followed him all the way to Sheng Ping District. I didn't expect my senior apprentice-brother to discover me, and he reluctantly abandoned me. " Irin sighed and revealed a depressed expression. "I have a cultivation base, but I can't find my senior apprentice-brother. But I accidentally heard my senior apprentice-brother mention that if I want to buy information, I have to find the Green Phoenix Tree and enter Wanxiang Brothel. So I came here. "
"Your senior apprentice-brother?" Xiu Niang looked at Irin suspiciously. She looked him up and down, as if she wanted to distinguish which sect Irin was a disciple of. She looked at him for a long time, but she couldn't figure out which young disciple of the Profound Sect would be so familiar with brothels. Thus, she could only ask directly, "Xiu Niang is terrified. May I ask who Young Master Lin's senior apprentice-brother is …?"
Irin smiled with squinted eyes. "Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Nanchun."
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