Chapter 3 Listen to a song
Many cultivators have spent their entire lives trying to cross the vast land of East Wilderness. Zixia took light steps on such a vast land, as if she had followed the footsteps of Laozi when he broke through. Each of her steps seemed leisurely, but in fact she had crossed thousands of miles.

Around her body, the originally stable rules seemed to become blurred, as if broken by an invisible force. Space was twisted under her feet, and time seemed to become unstable.

As she moved forward, the surrounding scenery quickly retreated, forming an illusory stream of light. Her figure was looming in this stream of light, as if she had transcended the limitations of time and space and was moving rapidly towards the endless distance.

Laozi's traces disappeared in a medium-sized city.

"I guess it was teleported from here to somewhere else!" Zixia sighed. The benefits brought by the introduction of "Tao Te Ching" can only come to an end here.

Walking in the city, Zixia finally came to a populated place. This was the first time she saw so many ordinary people since she came to Beidou! Coming to this ancient city, who wouldn't want to go to the brothel to listen to music in their spare time?

But when she looked down, she immediately became angry again! But, so what? She had decided to go to this brothel!

"There are monks in that restaurant..." Zixia's spiritual sense captured the aura of the monks shortly after entering the town.

"The Demon Emperor's tomb finally sank. The ruins were filled with resentment, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers. In the end, we were unable to conquer it. My Eastern Wasteland's most precious treasure, the Wasteland Tower, disappeared forever."

"It is impossible for it to disappear forever. The desolate tower exists as long as the world, and it will emerge sooner or later."

"That's true. It can even kill immortals, so it will not decay. Maybe in a few thousand or tens of thousands of years, it will come back to this world and choose a destined person."

Hearing this, it seemed that the Demon Emperor's Tomb incident was over.

Unfortunately, Zixia did not hear any useful news in that restaurant, but she did hear another important "big event".

"Did you know that in this small city of Kangping, there is actually a Yihongyuan called Youxiangque, and there are many female practitioners in it!"

"Really? I must go and see."

At night, at the gate of Youxiangque.

Zixia took a deep breath and walked in!
The waiter wearing a hat at the door had sharp eyes. When he saw a guest coming, he rubbed his hands and went to greet him. However, when he saw that the visitor was a woman whose face was unclear, he was stunned for a moment! In this day and age, there are still female monks who like this kind of style?

He quickly said, "Sir, please come in! Do you want to listen to music or go to the inner hall to play?"

"Let's play in the inner hall..." When Zixia was about to say this, her face darkened and she changed her words, "Let's just listen to some music."

After walking for a while, we found a different world inside!
At night, the moonlight sprinkles on the mountains and forests like water. A building called "Shuiyue Cottage" looks particularly noisy under the moonlight. The cottage is surrounded by dense woods, and the sound of gurgling streams echoes in the air. Walking into the cottage, a faint scent of tea and rouge hits you. In a corner of the living room, a woman in plain clothes is playing the guqin gracefully, and on the other side, a tea artist is performing a tea art performance attentively.

At this time, a woman with half-exposed shoulders, a slender neck, and a bra covered with a layer of thin tulle, with her cleavage faintly visible, was dancing in the courtyard. Her figure was graceful and graceful, like a flower swaying in the wind, or like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a fluttering butterfly, or as light as a flowing cloud.

"Not bad, not bad. This romantic place can appeal to both the elite and the masses!" Zixia nodded with satisfaction.

A maid led Zixia to the courtyard, and everyone turned their heads to look at the tall woman in purple, whose face could not be seen clearly. The tea-making party that was going on also stopped temporarily. The dozen people sitting in the courtyard who could easily take out ten kilograms of raw stones to listen to the music must be extraordinary people in Kangping City, but they were also attracted by Zixia's unique temperament.

Some people followed Zixia's gaze with astonishment in their eyes; some people whispered about Zixia, full of curiosity about Zixia's identity and origin; others quietly admired Zixia's figure, as if appreciating a beautiful painting, and even the courtesan who was dancing in the other shore realm stopped her steps and felt Zixia's unique Taoist charm.

Seeing the sudden silence, the woman in charge of hosting the tea party broke the deadlock with a giggle: "Dear fairy-like guest, please take a seat here. Let's continue to recite poems and have fun! It's your turn, Mr. Qi! Keep playing the music and keep dancing!"

Hearing this, the young man raised his glass, pondered for a long time, and then recited a poem that was mediocre and lacked artistic conception.

The female host immediately commented (praising) "This poem by Mr. Qi is absolutely brilliant! Especially the line '········', it is simply a stroke of genius, and makes people feel the endless poetic feeling."

The smile on Master Qi's face became brighter and brighter, and he was obviously very pleased with the compliment. He turned to Zixia and said politely, "I am just throwing out some ideas. I hope I can have the honor to appreciate your masterpiece, Fairy."

After sitting here for a while, the novelty of listening to music in the brothel has mostly dissipated. If there is an opportunity, I must visit Miaoyu Temple, Shuiyue Xiaozhu and Guanghan Palace in the holy city.

That’s enough. I’ll recite a poem and then leave: “The fragrance of powder permeates the pegs of the zither, and the fragrant sweat soaks the clothes. The spring love stirs the mind, and it melts like soft rain. After the bath, the man touches me gently, and my spirit is as cool as grapes.”

After hearing this poem, the people around reacted in an extremely exaggerated way. Some were dumbfounded, as if they were shocked by the artistic conception of the poem and could not speak; some were intoxicated, immersed in the wonderful scene in the poem, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, and some even shouted directly: "Come and take me to the inner court! I want the flower source!"

Just when everyone came to their senses and wanted to ask the name of the poem, they found that the fairy had disappeared.

The city at night was crowded with people, more lively than during the day. Zixia strolled leisurely in the streets and alleys, feeling the hustle and bustle of the world. She held a chicken leg in her left hand and a glass of wine in her right hand, enjoying it as if no one was around. It had been a long time since she tasted such delicious food. She secretly thought that she would get more fairy birds and beasts to satisfy her appetite in the future.

"The achievement of listening to music in a brothel has been achieved, and the wish of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is about to come true." Thinking that she would be able to squander other people's source stones later, Zixia's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up higher.

Zixia walked out of the city slowly alone and came to a sparsely populated area. At this moment, a team of seven or eight people appeared behind her, no longer trying to hide, with malicious intent on their faces.

(End of this chapter)