As soon as he walked into the backyard, the little girl came over to pick Jiang Hao up, looked at Jiang Hao and said with a smile: "Miss said that your calligraphy is better than poetry, and I feel that too. Miss is waiting for you in the back, come with me."

"Thank you, Miss Caiyun." Jiang Haogong bowed and said.

"Do you know my name is Caiyun?" The little girl looked at Jiang Hao with interest.

"I will remember what people say, let alone Miss Caiyun is so young and beautiful." Jiang Hao said.

There was no frivolous feeling when saying these words, and others could only think that they were compliments. The little girl felt happy when she heard them.

The little girl looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slightly fat baby face, and looks very pretty and cute, but she is not tall, only about 1.5 meters tall, and her skin is fair, so she looks a little better than her actual age.

However, Jiang Hao knew that the young girl in front of him might be less than five hundred years and three hundred years old, otherwise it would be impossible for her to reach the level of a high-level ghost general.

The little girl walked in front and led Jiang Hao to the backyard. She turned over two porches. She was far away from the main building of Yuxian Tower. There was no noise at all and it seemed very quiet.

As soon as he walked to a loft, Jiang Hao heard a sound of piano. He slowed down and Caiyun led him into it. Jiang Hao found that this was a living room. There was a low table in the hall filled with tea sets, tea pots, water boiling tools, and a small stove with charcoal fire beside it. There was a water boiling pot on it.

The sound of the piano came from behind a bead curtain. Because the candlelight in the room was dim, a graceful figure could be seen vaguely playing the piano, but the face could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Hao knew that the ancients liked this tone.

It appears and is as faint as smoke.

Expressing a hazy beauty.

It is not real to see clearly but it is the most itchy part that can attract people's hearts.

Caiyun asked Jiang Hao to sit down, gave him a smile, turned around and left, leaving only Jiang Hao and the Jade Fairy Girl behind the curtain.

Jiang Hao had never heard of this song. At the end, the song was quiet and cold. Jiang Hao understood music, and he could hear a faint sadness from the sound of the piano.

"Gudu Gudu~~Puff!"

The water in the clay pot was boiling and hot air was sprayed from the lid.

Jiang Hao suddenly came to nature. He thought that in the Infernal Affairs World, his favorite thing was to cook tea and drink tea in the Taoist temple when he was fine. This way, he could think of many things. If he was tired, he would let go of himself.

Pick up the cloth towel next to it and put the clay pot handle, pick up the kettle, first wash the purple clay pot and tea cup next to it, and then get a pot of boiling water into the pot, which is called a thermos.

He picked up a bamboo pot containing tea leaves in front, opened it and smelled it, and then opened another few to smell it separately. Finally, he selected one of them, poured out the water from the thermos, put the tea leaves in the purple clay pot, and then started brewing.

Jiang Hao did it without pursuing the tedious steps mentioned in the Tea Classic, so he brewed it in the way he liked and was most used to.

It took not long, and a tea fragrance appeared and drifted faintly in the room.

Smelling the fragrance of tea, the woman playing the piano raised her head and looked at Jiang Hao. At this time, Jiang Hao was pouring tea.

At this moment, the woman finished playing the last piano music and the room was quiet.

"Miss Jade Fairy, why not come and have a cup of tea and taste my skills?" Jiang Hao said softly.

Hualing ~!

A beaded curtain sounded, and the woman lifted the curtain with her bare hands and walked out of the house. Jiang Hao looked up and looked at the phoenix eyes. The woman gave people a special feeling, as beautiful as peaches and plums, but she gave people a feeling of coldness. Although she was in a brothel, she exuded a sense of arrogance.

"please!"

Jiang Hao pointed to the teacup that had been poured across the street and said.

The woman sat down, shook her sleeves, gently lifted the teacup with both hands to loosen it to her mouth, and took a sip.

"The taste is very special, and there is no seasoning added, only the bitter taste is bitter but it is sweet." The woman's voice was like a clear spring.

It sounds nice, but it's a bit like a stream in a mountain stream, with a cool smell.

Jiang Haoxin said that perhaps it was her aloof temperament that attracted so many people to her, after all, men have more slutty bones.

"Why do you need to make tea like this?" Yuxian looked at Jiang Hao and asked.

Jiang Hao said softly: "Put a pot of strong tea, choose a quiet place, and drink it yourself. It can cleanse your worries and make your thoughts and refresh your spirits. You can also sip it carefully and drink it slowly, enjoy the quietness and beauty of the years, and invite friends to make tea papers, and you will be happy!"

Jiang Hao thought to himself, since you are a literary young woman and betrayal of a cold-hearted style, let’s pretend to be. Jiang Hao is very good at pretending to be good.

The woman took another sip of tea and asked, "Mr. Jiang just wrote a few poems well, but have they studied the 'qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flower tea'?"

"I dare not say that there is research, I just understand a little bit."

"What do you feel when Mr. Jiang heard my piano just now?" the woman asked.

Jiang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "Quiet, elegant, quiet, calm." After saying these words, the woman's expression remained unchanged, but Jiang Hao was not finished yet, and continued, "Sad, lonely, cold!"

The woman's eyes flashed for a moment. She didn't expect that the man in front of her really understood all the meaning of her piano. In fact, the sound of the piano was her voice.

The woman looked up at Jiang Hao, "I have read Mr. Jiang's calligraphy. It's very good. Does Mr. Jiang know how to draw?"

"Is there any place here where you can draw?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Inner House."

Jiang Hao stood up directly, lifted the bead curtain and walked into the inner room. This was not a boudoir, but more like a study room. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table next to it. Jiang Hao thought for a while and said to the woman: "You sit there, I'll draw a portrait of you."

Yuxian hesitated for a moment, sat in her seat as she spoke, with the candlestick next to her, making her face look more three-dimensional.

Jiang Hao began to look carefully for a while and quickly started drawing.

He is also professional in painting, especially when painting portraits of characters. He has his own unique painting method, composition, color, stroke, and brushstrokes, and brushstrokes far exceed this era. About a stick of incense passed, and Jiang Hao put down his pen and waved to the Jade Immortal.

"Come here and see how."

The woman stood up and walked slowly to the table. With the help of candlelight, she looked at the painting on the table. She was surprised to find that this painting was very different from the pictures of ordinary ladies. The characters in the painting in front of her were like they were really vividly revealed on paper.

Paintings in the past were all flat and paid more attention to lines. Many of these paintings were large colors, but they made the whole person lively.

"I have never seen this kind of painting method?" the woman said in surprise.

Jiang Hao smiled in his heart. Although you have lived for a thousand years, you are ahead, and I live for a thousand years later.

"I invented this myself. If the Jade Fairy Girl likes it, I can teach the girl." Jiang Hao said.

The woman nodded.

Looking at Jiang Haoxin, he said, since he learned to draw, he would stay for one more day, and it would not be too late to eat him after learning to draw.

Jiang Hao spread out another piece of paper, pressed it with paperweight, and said to the woman: "Why don't you draw one, I'll teach you next to you."

Seeing that Lie Xinxiu was not thinking too much, the woman walked to the table and Jiang Hao stood behind the woman, with only one punch between them.

"What do you want to draw? Do you copy it according to your picture?" the woman asked.

Jiang Hao shook his head: "Draw a new one, and learn faster, well~~, just draw me."

The woman looked at Jiang Hao, wrote down his face, and began to draw on rice paper. While drawing Jiang Hao, the woman explained how to use her pen, but the woman could not change her previous drawing habits and once again she drew the wrong drawing.

"Not that, I'll teach you."

Jiang Hao grabbed the woman's hand and took the woman to draw together.

The woman paused slightly and let Jiang Hao grab his little hand to draw. Jiang Hao felt that the woman's hand was cold and smooth in the palm of her hand, and there was no temperature, almost the same as the lychee's hand.

But why did this woman obviously resist when she grabbed her hand? As a brothel woman, do she still reject men's touch?

The two of them taught each other, and their bodies became closer and closer. The woman was no longer refusing to be held by Jiang Hao and relaxed a lot. I don’t know how long it took, but because this painting was the woman’s first essay, Jiang Hao’s appearance was a bit ugly.

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The woman suddenly laughed.

"So you are this ugly look." The woman pointed to the painting and said.

"Aren't you so ugly that I'm drawn?"

"No, it's because you're so ugly, it's just that you're ugly without knowing it." The woman said with a smile.

While the teasing, the two of them met each other and their bodies were frozen at the same time. Jiang Hao's heart moved and used the "charming technique".

Jiang Hao rarely uses this skill, mainly because Jiang Hao himself is enough to attract women, and often he cannot use this skill at all.

The woman's body was frozen, and her eyes looked at Jiang Hao for a moment, as if she fell into a warm place. At the same time, she felt that her whole body was numb and she had no strength.

Jiang Hao looked at the woman's dark and bright eyes, as if he could see his face in her pupils.

At this moment, Jiang Hao moved his hand and a small purple-gold gourd appeared in his palm.

"receive!"

The purple gold gourd was activated and grabbed the woman at once. The woman was shocked, but at this moment, most of her mind was still immersed in this intoxicating look, and her body was numb and unable to use magic power. The next moment, she was sucked into the gourd space.

Jiang Hao himself was the only one left in the room.
Chapter completed!