Evil Master and Disciple

Lingyin's piano skills are indeed superb.

As her fingers moved, the sound of the piano changed, sometimes like flowing water in the mountains, sometimes as swift as thunder, and sometimes like a galloping horse...

It makes people feel as if they are there in person.

When the song was over, the whole house was quiet.

Gu Tianshi was a man of real talent and learning, so he could certainly tell how superb Shangguan Ling'er's piano skills were.

This smooth-talking Lord Gu was intoxicated by it and couldn't extricate himself.

After a while, Gu Tianshi finally recovered and praised, "Young lady's zither skills are truly extraordinary. The lingering sound of the song "Red Dust Fu" is so refreshing and delightful. Among all the most beautiful women in the capital, even Miss Ruyan of that time could hardly rival you in zither skills."

The Holy Lady Lingyin said modestly, "Your Excellency is too kind. I am not talented or well-educated, and it is difficult for me to be accepted into such a prestigious place."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "Young lady, why are you being so modest? Even a rough fellow like me was mesmerized by what I heard just now. Your piano skills are truly superb and incomparable. Xiaohong, don't you agree?"

Hong Jiu nodded slowly and said, "It is indeed the sound of nature, I have never heard anything like it in my life."

Gu Tianshi said, "Mr. Ye, you are a poet of our time. After listening to such a masterpiece, do you have a poem to give to this beautiful lady? If you can win her heart, you may become Miss Shangguan's lover tonight."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Old Gu, we are here to drink wine, forget about writing poetry."

Saint Lingyin asked, "Oh, sir, you can write poetry?"

Gu Tianshi said: "Not only that, my little brother is a contemporary poet, and at such a young age he has already written many masterpieces that have been passed down to the world.

Miss Shangguan, if Mr. Ye's poetry can move you, could you stay with him tonight?"

Saint Lingyin lowered her head slightly, as if in deep thought.

After a moment, she said, "I am also a lover of poetry. If you can produce a good poem, I would be happy to be a prostitute tonight."

"Forget it, forget it!" Ye Feng waved his hands and said, "I just wanted to drink and listen to music. I can't lose my virginity, otherwise my master will break my legs."

Ye Feng just wanted to come to the brothel to have some fun, he was not a fool.

He was practicing the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art, and if he lost his virginity, it would be no joke.

If he wanted to sleep with a woman, he would have to wait until after the Lingshan Competition in a few months.

Or over 18 years of age.

He is not yet of legal age to marry.

Saint Lingyin looked at Ye Feng in surprise.

It turns out that the boy is still a virgin.

He did not practice dual yin and yang with Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi.

No wonder this kid had to sneak out to eat and have fun.

Saint Lingyin said with some complaint, "My lord, you don't like my looks, so you don't want to write a poem for me."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you. My situation is special. Please wait for me for a few more months..."

Hong Jiu tilted his head and squinted at Ye Feng, saying, "Old Ye, why are you so low-key tonight? You weren't like this before. This girl's piano playing is really good. Even if you don't mean to pick flowers, you can write a poem as a reward. Are you willing to appease the girl's feelings?"

Ye Feng was surprised and said, "Xiaohong, when did you become so compassionate to women? It seems that you were just pretending to be honest and upright before!

Well, since you've finally gotten the hang of it, I'll reluctantly write a poem for Miss Shangguan."

As he spoke, Ye Feng opened his arms, embraced the two girls on his left and right, and pretended to be in deep thought.

Then he said, "The silk pipes of Jincheng play day and night, half of them disappear into the river and half into the clouds. This music should only exist in heaven, rarely heard in the world."

Hong Jiu, a rough guy, didn't understand.

But the other people in the room, including the dancers and hostesses, were all well versed in poetry.

The two girls in Ye Feng's arms, upon hearing this poem, immediately lit up their eyes and said, "Sir, what a great poem!"

Gu Tianshi also shook his head and said, "This song should only exist in heaven, rarely heard in the human world... Wonderful, wonderful! Master Ye, you are worthy of being called the immortal poet of our time. What you say is a masterpiece that will last forever!"

The Holy Lady Lingyin raised her eyebrows slightly.

She also thought that Ye Feng's impromptu poem was wonderful.

She asked, "Poet Immortal? Young Master Ye? Could it be that... Young Master Ye is the young poet immortal Ye Feng, who has recently gained fame among the people?"

Ye Feng asked in surprise: "Girl, you know me too?"

Saint Lingyin immediately stood up and said, "Are you really the Young Poet Fairy Ye?"

"low profile!"

Ye Feng said casually.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Lady Lingyin came directly to Ye Feng holding her red long skirt.

Seeing this, the two women in Ye Feng's arms tactfully stood up and left.

"Hey hey...girl, don't go!"

As she spoke, Saint Lingyin sat next to Ye Feng, with irrepressible joy and excitement in her eyes.

"You really are Master Ye of the Yunhai Sect! I've read so many poems and heard so many stories from you recently! I never thought I'd see you in person. I offer you a toast!"

Ye Feng loves people flattering him the most.

Seeing Shangguan Ling'er looking at him with eyes full of admiration, Ye Feng's vanity was greatly satisfied.

Saint Lingyin picked up the wine jug in front of her, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was naturally not polite.

He tilted his head back and drank it.

The Holy Lady Lingyin lifted the red veil on her face, revealing a peerless beauty that captivated everyone.

This face... is actually no worse than Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi's.

Not only Ye Feng was stunned, but even Hong Jiu and Gu Tianshi were stunned as well.

They had never imagined that in this place of fireworks, there would be such a stunningly beautiful woman.

There is almost no blemish on the face of the Holy Lady Lingyin.

It's like a perfect work of art.

With such beauty, even if she is illiterate, she will definitely be able to become the most beautiful woman in the capital.

Saint Lingyin drank the wine in the glass, and her snow-white face instantly turned a rosy pink.

She is a woman who is very good at seducing men.

Ye Feng couldn't help but be mesmerized by her shy and charming look.

"Oh my god! There are so many beauties in this world? A prostitute... is prettier than Shuang'er?"

Ye Feng rubbed his eyes, as if he thought he was hallucinating.

Seeing Ye Feng looking at her strangely, Saint Lingyin lowered her head slightly and said timidly, "I'm sorry for being rude."

"No, no, no, not abrupt... not abrupt at all, girl, what's your name?"

"My humble self is Shangguan Ling'er."

"Shangguan? Ling'er? What a nice name... Come on, sit next to me and I'll write you a poem! I'm really good at writing poetry!"

Ye Feng's true nature was revealed. He reached out and grabbed the soft, boneless hand of Saint Lingyin, rubbing it gently.

The Holy Lady Lingyin wanted to pull it back, but the boy held it very tightly.

Hong Jiu, who was standing by, rolled his eyes when he saw this.

Gu Tianshi smiled knowingly.

At this moment, the sound of the guzheng rang out again.

Four tall masked dancers began to dance again.

The room became lively again.