Transmigration begins with archery training

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

Chen Sanshi was quite calm.

My master hates lecherous people, but he knows we're here to find the Immortal Pavilion.

In this world, it's perfectly normal for men to visit brothels; why should they be afraid of it?

"you you……"

Sun Buqi was a little anxious: "Sanshi, my sister is also at your house taking care of your sister-in-law."

Sun Li?

Chen Sanshi belatedly realized what was happening.

He's been feeling that everyone's been acting a bit strange lately.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, the master even said that he would find him a wife. Today, the ninth senior sister also mentioned whether the gift was for Sun Li. Considering Sun Buqi's attitude, could it be that he wants to marry his daughter to him?

why?

In Chen Sanshi's view, such things require mutual consent.

Is Senior Sister Sun willing?

Yes, my senior sister is very pretty.

But he hadn't really considered that aspect.

Like I said before, I don't have that in mind right now.

"Buqi, sit down."

Chen Sanshi didn't leave: "It's just for drinking and listening to music. We'll leave tonight."

"it is good."

Sun Buqi then sat down beside him: "We agreed not to stay overnight."

"But you, kid..."

Chen Sanshi joked, "A regular customer? I didn't realize that. I'll have to tell my master about it later."

"No way, San Shi, you can't do this."

Sun Buqi hurriedly said, "Can't you just pretend you didn't see it if I don't report you?"

Chen Sanshi smiled and clinked glasses with him.

As the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) approached, the brothel became increasingly lively.

Many talented men began bidding against each other, vying for the right to spend the night with the top courtesans of the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

Among them, the courtesan Ningxiang charged a terrifying price of five thousand taels of silver for one night. With a little more silver, that would be enough to buy two black iron furnaces. In addition, Ningxiang also required that the poems be written well enough and that the money be paid before she would be willing to give him a chance to meet her.

Note that it's a meeting, not an overnight stay.

Whether or not you can spend the night after meeting depends on your performance.

I wonder just how beautiful she is to have captivated this group of people like this; it can't be some kind of illusion...

Illusion!

Chen Sanshi already possesses magical abilities, so it's reasonable that the people at Xunxianlou would have illusion magic, right?

Could this courtesan be from the Immortal Seeking Pavilion?

"Miss Ningxiang, please grant me an audience!"

As time went by, poems were written and sent to the attic, but no one was ever called up.

Many people were in a panic, and some of the drunks even tried to rush forward, but martial arts practitioners who were there to maintain order stopped them.

"Brother Chen!"

Yan Changqing cupped his hands and said, "Why don't you give it a try? You can even write lines like 'Riding on a spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day,' so you're sure to win over Miss Ningxiang's heart. I've heard that anyone who's been up there is completely captivated, and it takes them three days and three nights to recover. The experience is... tsk tsk..."

Unexpectedly, Tang Yingke left this poem behind before he left.

Chen Sanshi really didn't want to be a plagiarist.

Moreover, what if Ningxiang wasn't from Xunxianlou? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

"Gentlemen."

Just as he was hesitating about whether to spend the money, or even considering leaving, a familiar female voice, like a clear spring, rang in his ears.

A young woman dressed in a warm yellow dress bowed her head as she served them wine and snacks, saying, "Please enjoy your meal. You gentlemen can also write poetry; perhaps you'll win the favor of my young lady."

Before leaving, she cast a resentful glance at Chen Sanshi and secretly made a face to express her disdain. Looking at the faint, firefly-like azure energy within her, who else could it be but the woman in black who broke into his house that day?

"..."

Chen Sanshi could easily see the implication.

They're probably just waiting for him to write a poem, even if it's complete nonsense, they'll still call him up.

'Does it really have to be this complicated?'

Think about it.

In the end, Chen Sanshi summoned a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and hastily recalled a couple of lines of poetry from his mind before writing them down. He then handed them to the maid in charge of delivering the poems and sent them upstairs.

as predicted.

The maid returned quickly, bowed, and then gestured for him to come upstairs: "Young master, Miss Ningxiang wants to see you. Please pay the money first, and then you can come upstairs with me."

Five thousand taels.

Chen Sanshi didn't have that much money on him, so he said, "Brother Yan, could you lend me some silver first?"

"You still say you can't write poetry!"

Yan Changqing was extremely curious, but he still took out the silver notes: "Brother Chen, when you come back, you must tell us about your experience."

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, Chen Sanshi followed the maid upstairs.

"Yan Changqing, how could you lend money to Sanshi!"

"Why can't I lend it? What, Brother Buqi, are you jealous about this?"

"No, he said he wouldn't keep it overnight."

"What does it matter to you whether I stay overnight or not?"

"..."

……

The Red Sleeve Tower has six floors in total, making it an absolute landmark building even in Liangzhou City.

The higher you go in the six-story building, the more expensive it becomes; from the fourth floor onwards, it's all the domain of courtesans.

The top floor was completely empty, with only Ningxiang living there.

"Hmph, you actually dared to come!"

The little girl, dressed in a warm yellow dress and looking like a maid, put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "Aren't you afraid my master will avenge me?"

Nonsense, if we wanted to report it, we would have done so already.

Chen Sanshi looked at the little girl and noticed that most of her wounds had healed, except for a faint scar on her right wrist, the reason for which he didn't know.

The medicine used by martial artists is very effective; theoretically, as long as it can heal, it shouldn't leave scars.

"What are you looking at? I kept it on purpose!"

Zhao Zhao deliberately showed the scar on her wrist, staring into her clear eyes as she said, "Keep it, and I won't forget you. When I can beat you, I'll get my revenge!"

"Zhaozhao, stop fooling around."

A languid yet alluring voice rang out.

Zhao Zhao obediently shut up and made way.

Before Chen Sanshi even went inside, he could see a wisp of azure energy through his aura-observing technique, even through the doorway.

He was much weaker than Sun Xiangzong, but much stronger than this girl named Zhaozhao.

Since he was already there, he had nothing to hold back. He pushed open the door and finally saw the true face of the courtesan that everyone was fighting tooth and nail for.

A secluded boudoir, filled with the gentle fragrance of incense.

The curtains fluttered gently, and her graceful figure moved serenely.

A stunning woman in a pale purple dress leaned gently against the bed. Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom in March, exuding an irresistible charm. In the hazy glow of the incense smoke, she was even more captivating. If the doors and windows were opened, she would surely be the envy of butterflies and bees.

She truly possessed "a beautiful face that seemed to understand the language of flowers, a graceful figure that exuded fragrance."

Chen Sanshi raised his hand and threw a punch.

The woman in purple showed surprise on her face, then lightly leaped away from the attack.

"boom--"