Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 162: Persuading a Prostitute to Become a Good Wife

The bright lights are just beginning to appear on the moonlit branches.

Clinking glasses and exchanging cups in Red Moon Tower.

"Miss Zhihan, these are your three books."

As soon as Wang Qiye sat down, he took out three books of martial arts from his storage bag, placed them on the table and pushed them over.

"Thank you, Master Wang. I can just ask Zhihan to go get it. I am very worried that you would have to go there in person."

Lin Zhihan picked up the three books on the table, flipped through them one by one, and then put them into the storage bag, with a smile on her face.

"Cui'er, go get my erhu. I want to play a piece for Prince Wang."

"Yes, miss, this is your piano."

A pretty maid took out an erhu from the inner room and presented it respectfully.

Lin Zhihan reached out to take it, adjusted a few notes first, then looked up.

"I wonder what kind of music you would like to hear, Prince Wang?"

"Let's do something homesick. I've been away from home for too long and I've forgotten what my hometown looks like."

Wang Qiye leaned his head out of the window. The cold white moonlight poured in, juxtaposing with the red moonlight. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

The melodious sound of the erhu rang out, and Wang Qiye shed two lines of tears. The old times were becoming more and more distant, and Wang Qiye, who was doing well here, had already blurred his memories of the old times.

"Master Wang, please try this cup of rice wine. It was brewed by a workshop in a city not far from the mountain. Zhihan liked it the first time she drank it."

When Zhihan brought the wine over, Wang Qiye came back to his senses and took it. The wine tasted slightly bitter when he drank it.

"Miss Zhihan, you said that you still miss your hometown after being away for a long time?

"will not."

"Exactly."

Wang Qiye wiped away his tears and smiled.

"I thought I would remember, but this haunting piano music still can't make me remember anything."

"If you are here today to lobby for Xiao Lanmei, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Zhihan has made up her mind and will not change it."

Lin Zhihan smiled indifferently and handed over another glass of warm rice wine.

Wang Qiye took it and drank another glass of wine. This time he felt a faint sweetness lingering on the tip of his tongue.

"Zhihan always uses this kind of wine to entertain guests. No wonder Nangong Yu was scared away."

"Don't mention that heartless guy. He is not as considerate as you, Prince Wang. He has never come to the eighth floor once. To put it nicely, he is a prince. To put it bluntly, he is not even as good as me."

Wang Qiye took a bite of the dish, and Lin Zhihan's expression did not change on the surface, but she did not take Nangong Yu seriously. One possibility was that the upper cultivators naturally suppressed the lower cultivators, and the other was unknown.

"If I don't come, I'm afraid Miss Zhihan will also bear a grudge against me in a few days, right?"

"Of course, so please come here often in the future, Prince. Come, please have a drink."

Lin Zhihan smiled, told a joke, and handed over a glass of rice wine.

"Good wine, this wine is really rare. After drinking it three times, it actually has three different flavors. I'm afraid this wine is not an unknown one down the mountain, right?"

Wang Qiye looked at the empty wine glass, still savoring the taste from before, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"That's a bad word."

Lin Zhihan smiled gently, just like a thorny rose blooming, and laughed out loud.

"This wine is quite expensive at the foot of the mountain. Ordinary farmers have to chop two loads of firewood to afford a cup of rice wine, so they can only drink one cup each time and have no idea that this wine has other flavors. The rich people disdain to drink this kind of low-proof wine, which results in the winemaker often not having enough food and having to work hard to support himself. If Zhihan hadn't happened to pass by and taken care of his business, I'm afraid that the winemaker would have fallen into the ditch where he chopped firewood and was buried with the rice wine."

Wang Qiye was stunned by the charm that Lin Zhihan revealed unintentionally.

"Please have another drink, Prince."

Lin Zhihan did not blame him for his blasphemy. Instead, she was very generous and poured him another glass.

But this time, Wang Qiye grabbed her hand as well, and Zhihan did not struggle, just letting him hold her like that.

"Miss Zhihan, why are you making things difficult for Xiao Lanmei and yourself?"

"Everyone's path to immortality is different. You haven't experienced my pain, so why do you have to judge my life?"

"You can obviously let go. Although Xiao Lanmei and I are not friends, we can still sit down and drink and eat meat."

Wang Qiye felt that he might not be able to convince Lin Zhihan, and with his own abilities, he could only give up.

"I want to know, what kind of friends are you?"

Lin Zhihan smiled softly, her eyes carrying the contempt of a superior for a cultivator of a lower realm, and her expression was slightly provocative.

Wang Qiye's eyes immediately turned red. He pulled Lin Zhihan into his arms with force, held her head, and forcefully kissed her seductive red lips.

"Don't worry. I already know the brotherhood between you and him. Next time you come, I'll let you get what you want."

Lin Zhihan smiled sweetly and placed a finger between their lips.

"Then the 100 spirit stones I spent today were wasted, right?"

Wang Qiye was looking forward to it eagerly. This alluring woman, with her soft body in his arms and her fragrance, made him very aroused.

"Prince Wang, what do you think of Zhihan?"

Lin Zhihan rolled her eyes at him, but the charm she revealed was still seductive.

"Oh, my dear sister, dear Zhihan, please stop torturing me. You can't just kill people without burying them!"

Wang Qiye's brother immediately stood up. Under the dim red moonlight, his nose was filled with the elegant fragrance of Zhihan, which really floated into his heart. He clearly came here to persuade people, so how could he care about Xiao Lanmei now? He was about to be slept with by someone.

"Don't be impatient. Come a few more times, and then you can do whatever you want. But you can't do it now."

Wang Qiye didn't care about that anymore, he just tried to hold her closer. But he suddenly got nothing, the stunning beauty in his arms just now disappeared like a puff of smoke.

He looked up for a while and found that Miss Zhihan was already sitting opposite him, as if she had never moved.

"Lin Zhihan, you have become Xiao Lanmei's nightmare now. Xiao Lanmei has never dared to form a pill, and it's all because of you!"

Wang Qiye was being teased by the beauty opposite him at this time, and he no longer had a good look for her. His eyes were filled with anger as he looked at her wantonly.

"That has nothing to do with me. It would be better if he died. Then I would have one less worry. Maybe I will jump from the eighth floor. We can walk together for a while on the road to the underworld."

Lin Zhihan puffed out her chest, and Wang Qiye's eyes swayed along with her movements, but he saw nothing. His heart was filled with anxiety, as if it was scratched by a monkey's paw, and it was so itchy that it was really uncomfortable.

"Would you, bitch?"

Wang Qiye swallowed his saliva and sighed to himself that Lin Zhihan's methods were definitely not as simple as she seemed.

"I am a person who values ​​feelings very much."

Lin Zhihan was not angry at all. She just grabbed a grape on the table, licked it gently, then put it into her mouth and bit it into pieces. Her eyes became even more blurred.

"Lin Zhihan, you'd better keep me hanging, otherwise, I will kill you one day!"

Wang Qiye squinted his eyes, his face smiling instead of angry, and spoke word by word.

"Cui'er, did you hear me? If I get killed one day, you should immediately run to tell Xiao Lanmei that it was a man named Wang Qiye who did it to me, so that he can avenge me."

"Yes, ma'am."

Cui'er stood aside and responded respectfully.

"you--"

Wang Qiye was so angry that he almost lost his temper because of Lin Zhihan's tricks.

“I will come again!”

After saying these harsh words, Wang Qiye was no longer in the mood to drink. He stood up, glared at the arrogant witch, then turned and left.

"Cui'er, please see Prince Wang off for me."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Go slowly, young master."

Cui'er bowed deeply at the entrance of Hongyue Tower and politely saw Wang Qiye out.

After leaving Hongyue Tower, Wang Qiye’s heated mind finally calmed down when he was blown by the cold mountain breeze.

Looking back inside, I felt that the red moonlight was so deep and terrifying, just like Zhihan's blurry eyes, seemingly harmless but with a cold light.

"Hey, I came here to persuade people today, but I messed up. That Lin Zhihan is not an ordinary person. I'm afraid I can't get involved in this matter anymore."

Wang Qiye sighed softly in his heart. He had just felt a sense of belonging and wanted to make a career, but he suffered a setback from Lin Zhihan.

……

Since I learned the "Floating Duckweed Water Qigong", I took a medicinal bath every day and then had my whole body trained. I felt that the remaining medicinal power in my body still had some strength. I practiced with Tan Qiang again and practiced the Meng style standing posture for an hour before I completely absorbed the medicinal power in my body.

In the afternoon, I followed Ye Lingxi to pound and grind the medicine, and read the borrowed medical books. Through the prescriptions for treating diseases, I could get a more specific understanding of the efficacy of the herbs. During the maintenance of the furnace, Yan Mengwan gave instructions while Wang Qiye actually operated it. If the operation was overdone, Yan Mengwan would come to remedy it, and it was considered to have survived without any danger.

In the evening, I would practice Meng's standing posture for an hour before entering the alchemy room, sitting cross-legged, practicing the "Qingpingshui Qigong", and starting to inhale and exhale the Dan Qi in the alchemy furnace.

……

"Excuse me, are you Senior Brother Wang Qiye?"

"you are?"

On this day, as usual, Wang Qiye, who was going to enter the alchemy room to practice Meng's standing posture for an hour, looked at the strange junior brother standing at the door, who had obviously been waiting for a long time, and became puzzled.

"Hello, Senior Brother Wang, your Lingxi delivery has arrived."

As he spoke, the courier took out a Qingcang from his storage bag.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar magic weapon, Wang Qiye's eyes lit up. Then he remembered that he had chosen slow-delivery express, and quickly reached out to take it.

"Thank you for the hard work, Junior Brother."

Wang Qiye transferred 1 contribution point to him, then ignored his flattering gaze and gently stroked the new magic weapon with his hand.