Let Me Go! I Can Still Play!

On the shore, everyone was eager to compose poems, play music, and paint, fearing that the man would beat them to the beautiful woman on the mountain!

Especially with these courtesans on pleasure boats, if they choose to have a one-night stand with someone, and you don't want any further involvement, then the woman will return to the brothel. Although she will no longer have any contact with you, she will also stop soliciting customers.

If you want to take her back, she'll be willing to be your maid or concubine, even without any official status.

Having encountered such a beautiful and well-proportioned woman, who wouldn't want to take her back to the mountains?

After a while, the women on the pleasure boat returned to their cabin, and then another boat arrived.

It's less of a boat and more of a large, solitary vessel twenty meters long.

There were only two female cultivators from the Empty Spirit Sect and a Painting Wall on the lone boat.

As the lone boat approached, the noisy crowd calmed down somewhat, suppressing their intense hormones.

On the Painting Wall are three maids: one is turning the pages of a book, another is playing the zither, and the third is crouching down, gently touching her skirt and teasing a kitten with a wheat awn.

Beside the three maids in the Painting Wall are various landscape paintings, including mountains, streams, grasslands, snowfields, and even bustling streets.

On the same Painting Wall, the paintings are divided into sections, yet there is no sense of disharmony.

However, there are many blank spaces in the painting, as if something has left the painting.

Jiang Lin thought, this is the Painting Soul of the painting that left the painting years ago.

There seems to be a damaged section in one corner of the mural? What's going on?

"Huh? Why is there a piece broken on this ' Maidservant Wall '?"

Someone else was asking questions right next to Jiang Lin.

"Don't you know this? Snow Poetry Sect once said that he would use any means necessary to bring the woman in the painting out. A hundred years ago, a couple visited Snow Poetry Sect, and the Female Martial Warrior, punched a piece of the Maidservant Wall, causing the woman in the painting to come out and leave with the woman!"

"Is that so? Then I can just chop this up into pieces, can't I?"

"Heh, do you think you're the only one who thinks that way? Once, a Immortal Realm cultivator and a Ten Realms of Martial Warriors expert couldn't defeat this Painting Wall. And you think you can? I've heard that this Ancient Times Maidservant Wall depends on one's luck and martial fortune."

Listening to his friend's explanation, Jiang Lin, for some reason, couldn't help but think of Madam Chen...

Madam Chen and Uncle Chen were passing by the Snow Poetry Sect when, on a whim, Madam Chen threw a punch, and then... that was it...

Holy crap! That's actually possible!

Jiang Lin recalled the time he spent practicing boxing at the Chen Manor and chatting with Xiao Hong. When he asked Xiao Hong where her hometown was, Xiao Hong just smiled and pointed to a painting.

I thought the painting depicted a scene from Xiao Hong's hometown, but I never imagined that Xiao Hong actually came from the painting!

At this moment, Jiang Lin's impression of the Chen Manor was completely renewed...

I heard my master say that the Chen Manor went into hiding to seek refuge with the Sun Moon Sect. But the question is, even disregarding Chen Huo, just considering Madam Chen, was it Madam Chen avoided those disasters, or were those disasters avoiding Madam Chen...?

May you all compose poems, paint paintings, play music, and discuss chess!

Just as the cultivators on the riverbank were eager to try out the maidservants in the painting and even wanted to board the flower boat in the middle of the river, the female disciple of the Empty Spirit Sect on the wooden boat made a telepathic message.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cultivator leaped into the air. "I'll go first!"

This was immediately followed by a piece of piano music.

The music was melodious and carried a sense of generosity. Although they were rivals, the cultivators who were skilled in music nodded in appreciation, and even Jiang Lin found it quite pleasant to listen to.

As the music ended, on the Kongling Riverbank, from several flower boats, maids emerged one after another and bowed.

A maidservant came out to greet him and invited him onto the boat.

This guy can choose any of the pleasure boats to enter.

After a long while, the guy didn't move, but instead shouted at the motionless pleasure boat in the middle of the river:

"Girl! Please listen to me sing another song!"

As he spoke, the guy wanted to play another piece on the zither, but each person only has one chance, so who would let him keep playing!

Before the guy could even play the zither, he was pulled down by an elder from the Empty Spirit Sect who was maintaining order.

"Wait! Let go of me! I can still play!"

"Girl! Not only am I good at playing the piano, but I'm also good at embouchure! And I'm skilled at playing the flute, girl!"

The man's voice gradually faded into the distance. What a pity... this guy not only didn't get a pleasure boat, but he was also dragged out...

The courtesan who had to summon her maid was in an even more awkward position, as this was the first time she had encountered such a situation...

However, since everyone present was a scholar, the maid bowed slightly and then withdrew without saying anything more.

Then came a variety of people performing.

Some people are playing the flute, while others are playing the zither.

Some people even spontaneously created paintings, while others displayed their chess skills.

Music, poetry, painting, and chess can be practiced simultaneously, which can reduce the time required.

Otherwise, with thousands of "participating" cultivators (the female cultivators, though not on the pleasure boat, also participate), even if each has three minutes, how long would it take to finish?

As time went on, maids emerged one after another from the flower boat, inviting the guests to board.

But you always deliberately hear things like, "I want to compete again!" "I want to go to that girl's boat!" "Let me go!" "Girl, I like you!" "Girl, I fell in love with you at first sight!"

This situation had never happened before, and the Kongling Riverbank was suddenly bustling with activity.

But the flower boat in the center remained completely still, as if the lively scene had nothing to do with her.

But the other courtesans, being young ladies, also had their pride.

She had twice sent her maids to invite the woman onto the ship, but she kept crying and insisting on going to the central ship. Even though she was a woman who had experienced the ways of the mortal world, who could resist such behavior? It was simply too humiliating.

As a result, fewer and fewer pleasure boats sent out maids after that.

Unless it's an exceptional piece of music, calligraphy, painting, or poetry, and the person in question is also reasonably good-looking, no one wants to send out their maid.

After all, it was up to them to rank the best artists in the end; whether or not to let others board the ship was their own business.

So what if no one goes up tonight? I'll just wait until next year!

While there was a considerable element of spite involved, it was not entirely wrong; the only ones who suffered were the male cultivators.

More and more cultivators realized that the woman on the central pleasure boat probably wouldn't come out, so they decided to go to one of the other pleasure boats. Although it was a pity, it was still better than wasting the opportunity tonight. They were quite confident in their talents.

But in the middle of the Literary Gathering, a fellow recited a poem, which drew cheers from the entire audience.

In previous years, there would have been more than a dozen maids emerging from the flower boat.

But now, all the flower boats on the Empty Spirit River are completely still...

The scene was quite awkward at one point...