Chapter 3: The Hundred Beauties Picture

  "Idiot, just wait obediently outside, we'll come out soon." Although it was unkind and not beneficial to oneself, it greatly satisfied the evil taste of this shameless fox. It knew that if the person pushing the door exhausted all their spiritual energy, they wouldn't be able to open the door, no matter how hard they tried.

  "Let me go!" A childish yet firm voice came from behind, it was Qian Yiqun's roar.

  The fox secretly laughed in his heart: Do you think that shouting a loud voice will make the spiritual seal grow by itself? Are all those who sing opera on this earth not also the sons of gods?

  Huh?

  The fox stopped in its tracks, turned its head back with a hint of doubt, and looked into the distance. In the thick white fog, a figure emerged, running quickly towards it.

  It is Qian Yiqun.

  "You're really unfair." Qian Yiqun chased after him, almost bumping into the fox in the white fog.

  "How...how did you get in?" The fox's eyes widened in shock, "Where did you borrow that spiritual aura from?" A person not entering the door while their spiritual aura doesn't return to their body is a saying based on accumulated experience over generations. Even after walking through the world of foxes for thousands of years, no one has ever heard of anyone being able to do a double jump.

  Qian Yiqun's mind turned, thinking: It seems that the coolness is indeed Lingyun, but I don't know what the sea I saw is. Listening to this fox, it seems that I'm a bit different from ordinary people! Not bad, not bad, this is the treatment of the protagonist!

  "It's pointless to talk too much, where is this place?" Qian Yiqun asked the fox, who was willing to believe him lightly, and asked at a fork in the road. If there were any doubts, it would be better to go inside and find some books to read!

  The fox's eyes rolled around, and he smiled: "This is the Mysterious Pass. This fog is the Pre-Heavenly Dao Qi that has fallen but not yet landed on the Post-Heavenly world. You, a mortal, running around here can strengthen your body and health, which is also a kind of blessing."

  Qian Yiqun took two deep breaths and indeed felt refreshed all over. He said, "Why haven't the bookshelves appeared yet?"

  "Bookshelf?" The fox smiled, "Follow me."

  Qian Yiqun ran with the fox for a while, his whole body hot but not dry, not only did he not sweat, but the innate Taoist energy even had the meaning of pouring into his body. Just running this short distance, unknowingly, he had already completed washing the marrow and cutting through the tendons.

  Ran to the end of the hall, only to see the white fog dispersing, revealing a rugged mountain rock, with a stone gate hidden in the middle. On the stone gate was engraved four golden large seal characters: Lang Huan's Separate Courtyard.

  Qian Yiqun took a glance and thought to himself: Since there's another courtyard, maybe there's even a main one.

  "Little one, can you recognize this character?" asked the fox.

  Qian Yiqun sneered, thinking to himself: In my past life, I studied Library Science and Information Studies, plagiarism was just a sideline, recognizing characters is my golden finger! He read out the four words at that moment, and the stone gate creaked open and fell to the ground.

  "The fox said with a smile: 'Come in, be careful on your way.' After that, it ran inside."

  Qian Yiqun looked down carefully and suddenly found that the ground was paved with black and white stone slabs, not the usual nine palaces and eight trigrams, but it seemed like a mechanism diagram. Just as he was about to ask, the old fox had already run away without a trace. He thought to himself: No matter what, this is just a library, could there be any life-threatening mechanisms set up here?

  After all, he had to guard against the cunning fox, Qian Yiqun still walked cautiously, carefully observing the cracks and holes on the stone wall, afraid of being tricked.

  In fact, the ground is paved with the star map of Zhou Tian, and there is no mystery to it. It's just a representation that this place is neither above nor below, not in the mortal world, but rather like heaven. The old fox deliberately warned him, wanting to hold back Qian Yigou's footsteps, so as not to let him mistakenly seize the treasure he needed.

  Qian Yiqun walked for a while and finally arrived safely in the hall, secretly scolding: You fox dare to play tricks on me! In the future, I must lock you up and teach you a lesson!

  This thought came and went quickly, but just looking around the stone hall made Qian Yigou, who had always lived in the real world, click his tongue in amazement. The stone hall was only about 50 square meters, not very large, and was oval like an egg. There were countless holes of various sizes on the stone wall, with the largest being a passageway as tall as a person, and the smallest barely visible to the naked eye. In front of each hole, there were clouds of different colors, slowly rotating.

  "There are a total of 840,000 doors here, and each door can be opened to reveal a Golden Immortal. " A fox appeared out of nowhere and walked slowly to Qian Yiqun's side, saying, "If a highly skilled and profound Taoist master were to come in, they could open up a small stone chamber within these 840,000 doors, store their own heart scripture scrolls, and thus allow people with affinity to continue the lineage after hundreds of generations."

  "Thank you." Qian Yiqun's mind was on guard: You're being so polite, what kind of trick are you playing again?

  "It doesn't matter, you can try opening these cave doors yourself. If fate permits, you'll naturally be able to enter," said the fox. "If not, at least you'll have cleansed your marrow and changed your tendons, so it won't be a wasted trip."

  Qian Yiqun didn't hesitate, walking to the front of the stone wall, his hands shaking as he stretched out his fingers. In his heart, he thought: This fate is really unpredictable, if there isn't even one person with a good destiny, then it would be like entering the treasure mountain and returning empty-handed. Just as he was anxious in his heart, he felt his fingers tighten, as if they were being softly bitten, and then his whole body floated up, crashing headfirst into the stone wall.

  The fox narrowed its eyes and watched Qian Yiqun disappear in front of the stone wall, with a mixture of emotions in its heart.

  Each of these stone caves stored a large number of good books, which were the crystallization of wisdom left by the high and true people of past dynasties. Some high and true people liked to enlighten their juniors, so they stored more, and the stone caves were larger; some left their own insights, waiting for later generations to resonate and participate together, naturally not lengthy and wordy, and the stone caves were smaller.

  Because the predecessors' goals are different, their requirements for fate are naturally different. Xiaodong is like a niche literature, which is especially strict with those who have fate.

  The stone cave that Qian Yiqun just entered was only about the size of a soybean from the outside, but everything inside was extraordinary.

  Qian Yiqun stood in the cave and shouted, "I've been cheated!" The entire stone cave was only about 20 square meters, with a stone platform in the middle. On the platform lay an ordinary-looking scroll. He walked forward, reconfirmed that this was the only "treasure" in the cave, and had to stretch out his hand to gently unroll the scroll.

  This scroll is woven with brocade, soft and smooth, only the size of a palm, it's a handheld scroll. It's also unknown how long it has been placed here, without any trace of time.

  Qian Yiqun took a glance, his whole body shook, and he secretly exclaimed: Ah, I've really opened my eyes! I didn't expect the immortal's skills to be so sharp, the spring palaces he painted are so vivid!

  At the age of sixteen, a man's kidney energy is strong and his essence overflows, which is the time when his sexual desire is the strongest. Qian Yiqun had a hard drive full of romantic movies in his previous life, but this life he got a bookshelf full of ** instead, how could he possibly make a mistake?

  A whole meter long scroll, on which were painted naked beauties of all shapes and sizes. Upon closer inspection, it was astonishing to find that even their facial features were distinct from one another. Qian Yiqun touched one of the beauties and found that she had a tactilely pleasing figure, only to discover that it was embroidered on.

  "Bai, Mei, Tu..." Qian Yiqun carefully identified and softly read out the three stone drum characters at the top of the scroll.

  As soon as the three words left his mouth, Qian Yiqun felt a strong gust of wind by his ear, as if he was being wrapped up and pulled away. When his feet touched the ground again, the silence around him was replaced by a grayish blur. Before he could take two steps to observe this strange world carefully, the scene in front of him changed again, and a faint fragrance rushed into his nostrils. As he looked closely, he found himself standing in a woman's boudoir.

  This boudoir was divided into two rooms, with a carved wooden screen separating the inner and outer rooms. The screen was inlaid with a hundred-son pattern. In the outer room, there was an eight-immortal table, six drum stools, a jade ewer on the table, and six tea cups. Qian Yiqun stood in the inner room, his eyes falling on a red wooden bed frame.

  The bed body is made of brown rattan, with four vertical pillars supporting the top frame. The top frame has hanging carvings around it, carved into lotus and child shapes.

  The bed has a canopy with three sides, and two additional pillars are added between the two corner pillars on the front side, forming a facade with a wider middle section and narrower sections on both sides, also with a canopy. As a result, the central opening becomes the only accessible position.

  Qian Yiqun carefully examined the embroidered screen in the middle of the boudoir, on which were mostly spring palace patterns of men and women in love, it really looked like something from a wealthy family. Although his own home was also considered an old aristocratic family, this bed was worth at least hundreds of taels of silver, so Qian Yiqun had never seen anything like it before.

  "Little gentleman, why don't you enjoy yourself in a timely manner?" In the charming voice, swallows darted in, each with their own charm, whether slender or plump.

  Qian Yiqun hadn't even had time to react, when two delicate beauties appeared in his arms, one helping him undress and the other untying his belt. Furthermore, someone's jade-like hand was gently caressing his body, teasing him until he was completely aroused, exuding a fierce aura.

  The poor future catcher struggled in vain, being pushed down on the bed by beautiful women. For a moment, he was surrounded and couldn't speak, and another woman appeared on his chest, drawing circles and writing characters with her proud breasts. From underneath came a warm and gentle touch, naturally it was the delicate sweep of a fragrant dusting handle.

  Qian Yiqun always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to break the situation. He used all sorts of methods to grit his teeth and lock himself in, not letting the pure yang energy leak out, fearing being sucked dry by these mysterious women. However, those women employed a human wave tactic, wave after wave came crashing in, each one more intense than the last, leaving Qian Yiqun utterly terrified and unable to defend himself.