After reading this calligraphy, Zhang Chi looked up at the plaque on the gate. The name on the plaque was unique: "The Immortal House on Earth."

Just looking at the layout in front of the gate, it doesn’t look like a brothel. If it is said to be a mansion of a wealthy family, people probably believe it, with green tiles, red tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. Zhang Chi couldn’t help but sigh that even the ancients understood the principles of brand management.

"Brother Zhang, what are you waiting for? Let's go in quickly. You can just write three or five hundred poems and songs. We'll have to drink wine." Santong was so hungry that she could not wait, and shouted.

The man watching the man next to him was full of disdain when he heard what Santong said, "Can you just write three or five hundred poems in this poem? I think these people are not serious scholars. Don't you know that those talented men and celebrities who are knowledgeable often spend a long time thinking about a good poem? How can this poem be mass-produced in this way?

Just as Zhang Chi was about to take a step, Santong suddenly remembered something and grabbed Zhang Chi and said, "Brother Zhang, don't go in first."

"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you go in?" Zhang Chi was full of curiosity.

Santong smiled and said, "Since everyone said that the people coming here are famous scholars, and they need to have poems and wine, if someone asks me to write poems but I don't know how to do it, wouldn't it be a shame?"

Santong remembered the time in the academy that Zhang Chi taught him a poem that made him humiliate Ma Yanjie, the first talent in the academy. He was really glorious at the poetry banquet. Therefore, he grabbed Zhang Chi's sleeve and begged him to teach him another poem. When he went in, he was also a little confident when facing the famous scholars. Zhang Chi had no choice but to think about it, since he was going to drink, of course he had to teach Santong that was related to wine.

"Mom, after my death, I will bury myself next to the winery and let my head face the big wine jar, so that I can smell the wine after my death." After that, Zhang Chi laughed.

The onlooker next to him started to listen to what Santong said, and secretly despised these people. Now, when he heard the poem that Zhang Chi recited, he looked as if he was indeed not as expected. He hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves and walked aside, thinking that when they were driven out a while, don't let others think that I know them.

However, Zhang Chi didn't care at all, and smiled and headed straight to the door.

Two waiters had already greeted him. Although this was a brothel, the four of them were all clothed, but the waiters did not judge people by their appearance at all. One led the four horses and the other warmly welcomed the four people into the room.

Outside the brothel, Zhang Chi just felt that the decoration was elegant and elegant, but when he entered, Zhang Chi sighed that he was indeed worthy of the four big words "Immortal Fang on the World" on the plaque.

The display inside is elegant and exquisite, but not luxurious, and there are indeed many women inside, and none of them are vulgar fans. Santong and Daoxuan are bandits and the other are monks. When have they experienced this formation? The expression of a local bun on their faces is like a new recruit who has been on the battlefield.

There are not as many guests as other brothels. Although they are all here to do the same thing, the guests here are obviously getting to the next level, and they are all celebrities. There is really no fourth in the hall if they are dressed in a civilized outfit like Zhang Chi and the other two.

The building was divided into two floors. Zhang Chi looked up and said, "The view upstairs is wide, so why not sit upstairs."

After saying that, Santong was about to step upstairs. At this time, a young man in a gorgeous costume walked in through the gate and happened to pass by Santong. He saw three people dressed in a cloth dress with a strange look on his face and asked the waiter, "Hey, how can you guys come into the fairy house?"

When Santong heard this, she felt angry: "What's wrong with Buyi? Can you please come in but not me?"

"You are waiting for the common people to come to the fairy house for fun? How could you wait for such a place?" The young man in the Chinese costume smiled coldly: "I gave up even when I came, I dared to go up the second floor. I really don't know how to live or die."

This kind of playboy, relying on his good background, feels that he is naturally superior to others. He is really a pathetic person. Of course, Zhang Chi will not have the same knowledge as him. He heard from his tone, this second floor was probably not casually climbed, so he asked the waiter beside him and said, "Is there any saying that goes up to this second floor?"

The waiter said respectfully: "There are indeed some statements. Every time the guests who come to our "Human Immortal House" can only have fun on the first floor. After having fun on the first floor, the guests in the table are outstanding in their words, so that several people whom Miss Ruoshui likes can go up to the second floor."

Although Santong had never entered a brothel, she thought that it was just a place to play with women. There were so many rules and asked curiously: "Are the women on the second floor more beautiful than the first floor?"

"I think a few old men came here for the first time, and I don't know the rules in our shop," the waiter explained: "There is a courtesan in our fairy house. This courtesan is named Ruoshui. However, my girl never picks up customers easily, so she sets this rule: every day, she is having a banquet on the first floor, and Ruoshui will also come to dance and toast with you. During this period, guests at the banquet have good poems, so they can avoid drinking money. The best of the talents will have the opportunity to go to the second floor to listen to Ruoshui playing a song."

"But since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. How do you evaluate which talents are the best among the top talents? What are the criteria?" Zhang Chi asked again.

Seeing that Zhang Chi was shallow and knew nothing, the young master sneered, "What do you know like a servant! The good or bad of your talent will naturally be judged by Miss Ruoshui. Miss Ruoshui is well-versed in history, can't she tell the difference between good or bad?"

Zhang Chi ignored him and continued to ask the waiter, "Only those with outstanding talents can go up to the second floor."

The waiter nodded. This is really interesting. Zhang Chi has never seen such an arrogant person before and after the trip. He couldn't help but be curious: "I can't give more money, either?"

The waiter replied respectfully: "The rules in our fairy house are so prevailing. If we don't have talent and knowledge, even if we have a hundred taels of gold, we will not be able to go up to the second floor."

"Why, do you want to compare who has more money here?" The young master of Huafu interrupted again, "If the gold on me is exchanged for iron coins, it can kill you three. With my wealth and talent as much as mine, I have never been to the second floor. Do you dare to be foolish when you wait for the common man? Why don't you get out early!"

Zhang Chi smiled faintly, ignored the young man in the Chinese costume, and just turned around and said to Santong Daoxuan: "Let's go in and find a place to sit."

As the saying goes, the best way to despise a person is not to scold him, but to completely ignore him. Of course, Zhang Chi knew this truth, just as if the young man in the gorgeous clothes in front of him was nothingness, and walked straight past him and walked into the hall.

The young master of Huafu could not bear such contempt and said furiously: "Your servant is deaf, why don't you answer if you talk to you, my son?"

After saying that, he was so angry that he was about to rush up.

Of course Zhang Chi is not afraid of fighting, because he still has the master Daoxuan by his side. He turned around and stared at the young master in the gorgeous clothes proudly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this man so rampant, Daoxuan and Santong had already clenched their fists. As long as he dared to come forward, their fists would never be polite.

Zhang Chi, Xuan Santong, all of whom had just been on the battlefield a few days ago. After experiencing real fighting, his aura when he got angry was naturally different from those dandy boys. When the young master of the Chinese clothing saw that the three of them were eyeing them, he was frightened by this aura. He didn't dare to go up, and he felt embarrassed after retreating for a long time. He pointed at Zhang Chi and said a harsh sentence: "Who dares to talk to me like this in Shanyin City? Today, I don't want to disturb the interest of many famous scholars in the fairy house. If I leave the fairy house, I will naturally be as good as you!"

After saying that, he snorted and shook his sleeves and walked into the hall. He looked like he was still harsh, but his aura was already weaker.

Seeing that he was not entangled, Zhang Chi was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he entered the hall.

This era is not like later generations, but they are all sitting on the seats, especially in the south, they are used to sitting on the ground. This is the case in the hall of Xianfang. The hall was filled with desks, and most of the desks were also filled with famous scholars. There were one or two women beside each desk to drink. These women were all shiny, and they were so dazzling that they looked at Santong Daoxuan and Manager Wu beside Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi and the other two found a table table in a corner of the hall. The four of them sat on the table table. Two women were already radiant and brought delicious food and knelt on both sides of the table table to hold cups for the people. Daoxuan was a monk, why did he have ever seen such a formation? In fact, even Santong had enjoyed such treatment for the first time, and his face was blushing. Santong's face was dark, and his face turned red again, just like a pig's liver.

In contrast, Manager Wu is more relaxed than these two people. Manager Wu is an old man, and his actions are of course more casual than Daoxuan and Santong.

Seeing that the two of them were reserved, Zhang Chi did not dare to raise their chopsticks and said, "You don't have to be too reserved. Just think that you are here to have a free meal. It's okay to eat more. At worst, I'll just write a few more poems."

When the people around him heard Zhang Chi's words, they looked sideways, all with contempt on their faces. Zhang Chi ignored him and started to eat and drink first. Seeing that Zhang Chi was like this, Santong Daoxuan gradually became hungry in his stomach. The three of them seemed to be alone for a while, especially Zhang Chi. When the wine was over, the two women around him took turns to hold Zhang Chi's cups, and they were a little too busy.

The appearance of Zhang Chi and others made a loud laugh. The man looked at Zhang Chi and said, "Young Master is really a person with a temperament. I, Meng Feiyang, wish you a cup."

Zhang Chi looked up and saw a person sitting upright in front of the desk not far away. Looking at the man's clothes, he thought he was also a celebrity of the gentry, but his appearance was a little tougher than those playboys with a very good taste. The first impression was good, so Zhang Chi raised his glass and toasted him, saying, "Please!" and then he drank the wine.

The man who claimed to be Meng Feiyang also fucked a big cup and shouted: "Happy!"

Seeing that this man was straightforward and was very keen on his appetite, Zhang Chi said, "What's the fun of drinking alone on his brother? How about it, why not drink with us three brothers?"
Chapter completed!