Yinshan Record

Chapter 351 A Complete Play of "Shifting Flowers and Playing with the Moon"
The red light is on.

A gentle night breeze cast deep shadows of the flickering lights across the high meadows on either side.

Several tire tracks left their mark on the dirt road in front of the door, suggesting that this path might not be as deserted as Su Che had guessed.

Looking into the distance, one can faintly hear the clamor of clinking glasses and toasts, and smell the aroma of stewed meat that is almost burnt. Looking at the shadowy mountains in the distance behind the restaurant, everything feels both real and blurry.

He glanced at the ambiguous smile on the face of the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

Su Che adjusted the long sword at his waist slightly, took a step, his boots treading on the thick loess road, with Lu Bai and Zhu Yi following on either side.

The paint on the wooden poles used as lampposts had long been worn and mottled by wind and rain. Four red lanterns were strung together, each bearing the four characters "魂牵梦萦" (hún qiān mèng yíng, meaning "longing in one's heart").

Before Su Che even stepped inside, he heard a woman's charming laughter and the soft sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments.

Then a waiter wearing a green square scarf on his head stepped forward.

He had light freckles on his face, a long, oval face, and round, bulging eyes.

"Gentlemen, you've had a long journey."

Su Che reached out and gently pushed him in the chest.

"Get lost, find someone else to serve you."

His eyes, however, were looking behind him.

The outermost room was a courtyard wall made of wooden lattice, behind which stood a three-story building, which looked somewhat desolate. However, through the windows, one could see women walking back and forth in thin undergarments.

Su Che turned his head to look at the Yin-Yang Dharma King beside him, who was watching even more intently than he was.

This senior colleague has certainly found a good place.

Young Master Su pushed aside the pimp who was waiting at the door and went straight inside.

A cobblestone path leads to the gate of the building behind, with many peonies planted on both sides. Although the blooming season has passed, the green leaves still give it a unique and serene feel.

A plaque hangs above the vermilion gate, which reads "Moving Flowers and Playing with the Moon".

The name is not bad.

"Hey, sir, slow down! Don't scare our girl."

The pimp drawled out, then said in a low voice, "These are all girls from good families; they can't withstand being frightened."

"You have good families here? If you were good families, then I wouldn't have come."

Su Che glanced sideways, and Zhu Yi followed behind, kicking the turtle slave in the back of the knee, making him stagger and kneel on the ground.

"I told you not to talk, so just say less."

Su Che stepped into the building and found it to be larger than he had imagined.

The building has three floors. The upper floor is probably a place for people to rest. There are two spiral staircases on the left and right sides leading up to the lower floor, where a dozen or so round tables are set up. Pretty girls are embracing their patrons, some drinking and others groping their bodies, which looks quite enjoyable.

"Oh, sir, this is to help you cool down."

A voluptuous woman wore a hairpin and a green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). Her chest was wide open, revealing a purple bib. Two thin ribbons were tied around her neck and tied in a small knot at the back. She was tall and her clothes clung tightly to her flesh. She held a round fan in her hand to cover her mouth, but her eyes were full of spring-like desire.

"This humble servant greets you, sir. May I ask your name? We at Huayue Tower will certainly treat you well."

"Moving flowers and playing with the moon, the Flower and Moon Pavilion, the names are quite elegant."

With a flick of his finger, Young Master Su sent a silver horn bullet piercing the woman's chest, nearly tearing her pocket. She clutched her chest and cried out softly.

"Grandpa, your hand skills are amazing."

"I'm even better at other things, I'll show you later. We'll sit at that table, and bring me seven or eight of your best hot and cold dishes. Give me three fat chickens, four catties of beef, two jars of good wine, four catties of hot flatbread, and three catties of steamed buns. The steamed buns should be vegetarian. The hot flatbread should be mutton."

The older woman looked at Su Che and asked, "Master, is there really enough for all of us?"

As we all know, when we eat, blood flows to the digestive tract. With more blood in the digestive tract, less blood is available for other tasks.

In places like theirs, food and drinks are served in two separate meals. The first meal is to cultivate one's temperament and help create an atmosphere, while the second meal is for everyone to truly eat their fill.

"Have you ever heard of the name of the scarred killer Liu Yidao?"

Su Che snorted coldly: "I'm known for my huge appetite."

You don't have any scars on your face.

The girl didn't say anything, but glanced at the weapons at Su Che and the others' waists, and turned to go and give instructions to the kitchen.

Suddenly, a large hand pinched the soft flesh around her waist.

Where are you going?

Su Che gently pulled, then used the hilt of the knife at his waist to press against her lower back.

"I, I own a shop," the woman said with a smile, "If the master wants someone to settle things quickly, I'll go..."

"I only like this kind of food that's all show and no substance. If it's a legitimate meat business, I won't eat there."

Su Che pulled her along, and the two sat down at the round table. Su Che found a round stool and sat down, willingly becoming a human chair, placing the woman on his lap and kindly massaging her with one hand.

But then a clueless guy showed up. The woman gritted her teeth inwardly, but this guy was quite strong and muscular. She'd have to keep him for herself later.

The woman waved her hand gently, signaling the pimps around her to help with the arrangements.

Lu Bai and Zhu Yi sat down on either side of Su Che, while the Yin-Yang Dharma King looked around curiously and said to the pimp below, "My elder brother has rather unique tastes, but I am not picky about meat or vegetables. Please let the ladies come up."

The old man chuckled and said, "As for the remaining two brothers, they are not interested in women, so there's no need to make arrangements for them."

The pimp stared blankly at Su Che sitting there, already quite shocked, and upon hearing the Yin-Yang Dharma King's words, he secretly exclaimed in disbelief.

If you don't like women, then what do you like?
The turtle servant glanced cautiously at Lu Bai and Zhu Yi beside him, noticing that the two were looking at the Yin-Yang Dharma King with rather unfriendly eyes.

They must have accidentally revealed their secret, putting them in an awkward position.

After a moment's thought, the pimp quickly took his leave.

Before long, a group of male servants wearing green hats and blue clothes came up one after another, bringing several plates of cold dishes, a large bowl of stewed pork knuckle that was thoroughly cooked, and a fried braised fresh fish. As for the fatty chicken and beef that Su Che had requested, they were also cut up and served together.

"The hot pancakes and steamed buns have been arranged, but they may not be ready for a while."

The pimp cautiously looked at the woman in Su Che's arms.

"I wonder if the master could spare Lady Miao for now..."

Su Che's eyes swept over the dishes on the plate.

"You own this shady establishment?"

The beautiful woman's eyes widened, and she rubbed her two ripe peach-like lobes against Su Che's leg.

"Sir, please don't wrong an innocent person. What kind of shady business is this? Even the proprietress got caught."

Young Master Su smiled noncommittally.

His eyes swept over the people around him, one by one.

There were seven more tables in the hall on this floor, each occupied by people, all dressed in bright red and green, their faces flushed and ears burning with excitement. You were holding a girl's waist, drinking a toast. I was touching my sister's flesh, taking a bite of a side dish to cleanse my palate.

They were all so engrossed in their work that they were completely oblivious to the scenery around them.

There was only one scholar sitting there, drinking his wine in silence, with a beautiful woman sitting next to him.

"To call a black shop a black shop doesn't necessarily mean it has to be black-hearted or sell a few human flesh buns."

Su Che took out a small piece of silver from his waist and slipped it under her skirt.

"Take that young man for example. He's wasted all his energy and ambition here. Isn't that a disgrace?"

Su Che's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and the other tables seemed oblivious. Only the scholar looked up at Su Che with a cold glance before lowering his head and continuing to drink.

Miao Niangzi felt as if Su Che's hand was a swimming fish; she didn't know whether to dodge or catch it.

Just as she was in a panic, a roar suddenly rang out from outside.

"Which shameless person dares to touch my woman?"

But then they saw a burly man walking in from outside, holding a cleaver in his hand. He had a red flower tucked behind his ear, and his upper body was bare. Among his bulging muscles were tattoos, one of which was a picture of a tiger and a peony.

Behind the burly man were five or six pimps wielding clubs and iron rulers. Since ancient times, this kind of flesh trade could not be done by women alone; it required such spineless men to act as both pimps and thugs.

He spotted Su Che at a glance, drew his cleaver from his waist, and swung it around in a circular motion.

"You dare to mess with your mother? You're asking for it."

Su Che glanced at the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

This is a bit too much.

Su Che casually raised the wine cup in his hand and flicked it in the air. The wine cup hit the big man's tiger's mouth exactly, knocking the cleaver out of the big man's hand.

"With your meager skills, you dare to challenge me to a duel? Do you even know that I have a title: Ghost Slayer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared at Su Che's waist.

Now, Young Master Su has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, his essence, energy, and spirit are perfectly integrated. He doesn't need to practice any swords, spears, or halberds; as long as he uses them, they are already quite impressive, no different from a martial arts master who has cultivated for many years.

After all, ordinary martial arts practitioners only pursue the "extreme of human strength," while Young Master Su is already considered half a god.

Using the principles of Heaven to govern martial arts is merely a matter of course.

The burly man felt a blur before his eyes, and then felt a coolness on his face.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed a few drops of blood rolling down my face.

He stared at Liu Yidao sitting on the table, but couldn't even see how the man drew his sword.

I was both surprised and delighted; I had finally arrived at a feast.

"Boss, your face."

"What's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Immediately, a quick-thinking tortoise servant reminded them, and someone else swiftly grabbed a bronze mirror.

The burly man leaned closer to take a look and saw that Su Che had used his knife to slash two wounds on the left side of his face, which together looked like the character "八" (eight).

"Keep calling out, and if you do, I'll add another king to your other side." Su Che unfastened the long sword from his waist and slowly placed it on the table.

"If you bother your grandpa and your mother again, I'll put a green turtle tattoo on each of your heads that you can't wash off."

(End of this chapter)