Necromancer: Ahem! I'm really not Lao Liu!

Musicians played melodious music, the melody of zithers and harps lingering in the air. Inside the hollow chamber, many female cultivators, dressed in sexy attire, displayed their alluring figures, their movements and movements dancing to the music, adding to their alluring allure. Being here, witnessing this ancient world of immortals and mortals, was truly captivating.

No wonder everyone likes to "listen to music in the brothel", who doesn't like this~

Well, there really is...

Isn't it Qin Xiaomin, this girl, who is so angry~

Even a person can tell that this guy is unhappy. It's almost written on his face. There is no joy and happiness before entering the door at all.

But Zhang Dabing is also a talented person. He takes girls into brothels to play. Hehehe~ No one else can do that.

But Qin Xiaomin's personality was just that. Her anger faded in less than three minutes, and she was immediately captivated by the style and splendor of the place. The surroundings were bustling with activity, and the melodious sound of stringed instruments drifted by, seemingly captivating the soul. The dancers on the stage wielded graceful figures, dancing in veils, their skirts billowing in all their allure. The audience below cheered loudly, whispered among themselves, and immersed themselves in the glamorous atmosphere.

Qin Xiaomin held her wine glass, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement, the anger she had just displayed long gone. She observed the bustle around her, occasionally sharing her discoveries with Zhang Dadan, like a child entering the world, brimming with curiosity. She raised her wine glass once more and casually extended her hand toward the pavilion. The movement was effortless and unrestrained, and a voluptuous female cultivator appeared within. Like a nimble butterfly, she swiftly shifted closer in the blink of an eye, tilting the wine jug slightly, and the wine flowed into Qin Xiaomin's glass like a silver thread. The entire process was fluid and elegant.

Elegance and charm never go out of style~ Zhang Dabing was amused watching from the side;

For unknown reasons, he also imitated Qin Xiaomin's move and reached out. Soon, a female cultivator also moved forward, revealing a large expanse of white as she moved. Then, with great temptation, she filled his glass with wine. Zhang Dabing raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. The wine was mellow and sweet, with a unique spiritual flavor that spread on the tip of the tongue and flowed down the throat, making people feel warm.

"Haha, this place is really interesting. The way they pour wine is really eye-opening!" Zhang Dabing said softly.

"Yes, it is indeed very novel, but it makes people's eyes almost pop out," Qin Xiaomin agreed, but Zhang Dabing felt that this was a bit strange, and it was more or less a bit of personal resentment.

The two of them drank one cup after another, with the moon high in the sky and the wine in their hearts.

The moon is bright in the sky, and scholars always have activities~

Moreover, the recent frequent release of masterpieces has made Zuiyue Pavilion unprecedentedly prosperous. Many talented men and beautiful women have come here to see who the "talented men" are.

Zhang Dabing naturally understood that those guys were just here to "copy poems" and show off. Hearing all the familiar poems being discussed, his original intention of pretending to be a talented scholar was killed.

As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. If you stand by the river too often, you will get your shoes wet...

Zhang Dabing braked, but he forgot that there was another Ma Daha next to him.

Here's the thing:

When the sun sets and the moon rises, after the talented scholar and the beautiful lady have exchanged cups, they naturally have to recite poems and write couplets. Otherwise, they are not scholars at all and have lost their souls.

The ninth floor of Zuiyue Pavilion has always been a focal point. There, nestled within, lies a marvelous writing device, its simple and elegant form yet brimming with mystery. Its surface is smooth, as if carved from the finest jade, radiating a warm luster. Whenever someone writes on it, the words appear to come alive, magically projected onto the vast expanse of Zuiyue Pavilion, transforming into light and shadow characters, large or small, flowing or majestic, hovering in the air for all to admire.