Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 72 - 69: This Time, the Sword is Drawn and Need Not Be Sheathed Again (A long chapter, please follow)_3

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Shen Ao said: "Chen and Yu, why don’t you give us a performance?"

Chen Qing chuckled and began his act, "Yuchu, why have you come?"

Yu Qingshuang replied: "You were sleeping here, I was worried you’d catch a cold."

"Yuchu, you’re so kind to me, you are the best woman I have ever met."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course, I have never told you a lie."

"Then be careful, Grandfather only pretends to dislike you, in reality, he agrees to our marriage."

"I know, for you, no amount of hardship is too great!"

"One naturally understands your intentions."

...

Ye Yuntian’s face turned even redder, "You two, you’ve really gone too far!"

He Ming, however, said: "In broad daylight, we are not doing anything indecent, it’s just that we happened to come across this scene, it’s not like we’re peeking into someone’s private affairs."

Ye Yuntian’s face was burning red, and he couldn’t utter a single word.

Suddenly, the whole group burst into peals of laughter, echoing between heaven and earth.

The next evening, persistent rain drizzled.

Upon He Ming’s arrangement, everyone came to a mundane town, where the persistent rain made it hard to travel, and decided to rest there for the night.

Seeing them riding on cranes, many mortals hastily made way, recognizing them as Immortal cultivators, not to be trifled with.

After booking accomodation in an inn, He Ming suggested: "I know of a refined place here, the dancers are skilled, I wonder if the brothers and sisters would be interested in joining me for a visit?"

Since Yu Qingshuang was also there, it would definitely just be vegetarian dishes.

Everyone thought, as it’s a rare outing, it might be nice to experience the world’s pleasures for a change.

Learning that this group of Immortal cultivators wanted to watch a dance at Wangshu Tower, the place quickly cleared out other patrons, arranging the best seats for them as the performance began.

Outside the tower, the light rain pitter-pattered, but inside, the gentle sounds of silk and bamboo music rang out.

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As the melody played, more and more it carried the sound of conflict, the pipa and guqin played in harmony, the pipa’s strings trembled as if a sword was being drawn from its sheath.

Everyone just quietly listened, sensing nothing amiss.

Presumably, the innkeeper thought they, being cultivators, would prefer this kind of rousing music.

With the increasingly vigorous piano sounds, ten pieces of red silk descended from the rooftop, and a graceful red-dressed woman with a veil on her face, a lotus mark between her brows.

With her sleeves swirling down the silk, she then spoke to Chen Qing and the others: "May I borrow the sword of an Immortal for a dance?"

He Ming smiled faintly, raised his hand, and a long sword flew out, landing in front of the dancer. She grasped it with a flick of her wrist, and immediately started to dance.

The beauty’s dance was like a spinning lotus, her supple body touched the ground as if skimming water, her hands rapidly moving the long sword, fully revealing her voluptuously enticing figure.

Chen Qing, however, watched the woman cautiously, feeling a sense of deja vu.

Yu Qingshuang saw Chen Qing entranced, and asked: "Is she that captivating?"

Chen Qing quickly glanced at Yu Qingshuang’s chest, then averted his gaze.

Indeed, you’re not as endowed.

"It just seems familiar, as if I’ve seen her somewhere before."

Yu Qingshuang huffed, then turned her attention to the sword dancer as she drew across the floor, creating the clang of iron armor. Only then did she look over.

But she saw the dancer’s graceful figure, piece by piece her gauzy garments fluttered down, with the dancing, she used the sword to etch patterns onto the green bricks of the floor.

Once the pattern was complete, clearly showing a lotus, the woman’s veil also fluttered down.

Seeing the face of this woman, everyone was so shocked that they stood up, "How could it be you?"

The woman with bloodred corners of her eyes, shed three drops of blood tears, chuckled tenderly: "With this dance, I bid you all farewell."

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire Wangshu Tower instantly crumbled into pieces, falling apart.

He Ming suddenly exclaimed: "Not good, the cranes are dead!"

Everyone drew their swords in unison, slashing the debris and tiles above, shattering the tower completely and exposing themselves to the pouring rain.

From all around, more than a dozen figures wearing black and carrying swords leapt out.

Clang clang clang, several swords were unsheathed, blood trickling down the blades into the rain-soaked ground, their scabbards thrown into the rain.

This signified only one thing.

This time.

The swords were drawn, never to be sheathed again.

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