The sky reaches the end of the water, and the fog locks the top of the mountain.
The day gradually moves westward, and thousands of clouds move slowly away, with different shades and shades, covering the entire sky.
The Luoshui River meanders across the east and west, as if it divides the land into two halves. There are mountains where you come from, and cities where you go. People on the boat look around, and between their eyebrows, they see the end where the sky and the earth meet.
Yang Zhaoxi sat alone on the top of the tile-paved resting hill with her back to the big hole in the cabin roof, admiring the boring scenery, her heart pounding.
Just before he counted the breaths, he was still asking Liu Xiaomu what the ingenious plan was. The young man was very curious, making insinuations and asking questions, but he couldn't get any answers from Liu Xiaomu. Although it was not considered frustrating.
, but there are some claws scratching my heart, and I can't sit still.
Seeing him like this, Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but chuckle: "It's not like we're going to have flowers and candles in the wedding room, why are you so anxious? You'll just watch from the side later, and my aunt's clever plan will be self-evident."
Yang Zhaoxi was irritated by her words, and her cheeks felt a little hot. She immediately turned her head away, refusing to look at Liu Xiaomu's smiling face: "Aunt Xiaomu wants to tell the truth, and she just doesn't ask. Why are you saying such sarcastic words?
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Only then did Liu Xiaomu remember that the little Taoist priest came down the mountain in despair because of his childhood sweetheart. Even if it was a joke, he should not take advantage of it.
The words "bridal chamber" were used to stimulate him and made him feel uncomfortable.
As soon as he thought of this, Liu Xiaomu lowered his head slightly and said gently and apologetically: "I'm sorry! Auntie shouldn't have spoken so openly. I hope that my Taoist friend Haihan can do it."
Hearing the sincerity in her tone, Yang Zhaoxi knew that she definitely didn't mean it. Just when she was about to turn around and say something, she heard the knock on the door again, but it was the clear voice of Saint Xiaoman: "Auntie! Lily Guard is here.
, please give me some instructions, aunt."
Liu Xiaomu cleared her throat: "Come in and talk."
Xiao Man agreed and led eight Lily Guards, Ying Ying Yan Yan, dressed in pink lotus clothes, in one by one, and lined up in two rows.
Liu Xiaomu looked at Xiaoman, then looked at the eight Lily Guards, and then nodded slightly and said: "Not bad, not bad! Xiaoman is becoming more and more meticulous in his work. You must have guessed most of what my aunt is thinking, right?"
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Xiaoman clasped his hands to make a flame and said respectfully: "My aunt is unparalleled in her wits! Xiaoman dare not make any assumptions. It's just that I have made some progress recently due to what I have heard and heard, what I have said and done."
Liu Xiaomu waved his hand and said: "Lily Guard, please take off your lotus clothes first! You won't need this teaching clothes for what you will do later."
Hearing this, the eight Lily Guards took off their lotus robes one after another, revealing thin and corseted shirts and skirts with different patterns. In an instant, the cabin was filled with bright purples and reds, fat and thin, and Yang Chaoxi was dazzled by the sight.
"Take off all the scarves and let aunt compare their looks." After Liu Xiaomu said this, the eight of them followed the instructions without hesitation and pulled off their scarves, revealing their true faces.
The eight Lily Guards were lined up in a row. They all had high noses, deep eyes, and slender eyebrows and thin necks. Among the thousands of orchids in Chang'an Square, they were also the most beautiful women. At a rough look, they were about seven or eight different from each other.
resemblance!
Seeing this, Xiaoman on the side also took off his face scarf and stood among the eight girls. Yang Chaoxi took a look and couldn't help but marveled:
It turns out that although the appearance of the eight Hu Ji is not as good as that of Xiaoman, their appearance and features are almost the same as hers. Even ordinary Han people cannot find much difference without careful analysis. If they cover their faces with a scarf,
Put on the same dress and hair accessories, and there will be nine "little barbarians" standing in front of you! The gods must have come, and it is difficult to distinguish them for a while...
Thinking of this, Yang Chaoxi couldn't help but suddenly realized that Liu Xiaomu was indeed full of cleverness and tricks. She could think of such a way to create doubts and confuse the real with the fake! However, she didn't know that these eight real and fake, nine "little barbarians" would use
How to show up? How to use your magic to break through the heavily guarded eight gates of Luoyang?
Liu Xiaomu looked at it and was very satisfied: "It's time to wait! The eight of you must look like Xiaoman, quickly change your clothes, hair, and make-up. Everything is here."
As Liu Xiaomu spoke, he took out a palm-sized Qiankun bag from his waist, untied it, put his jade hands into the bag, and took out five or six brocade bags of varying sizes.
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but stare: What kind of treasure is that? There is actually a cave in the sky! Such a mysterious magic weapon, such a magical method! Apart from envy, I don't know what to say.
Xiaoman and others seemed to have been accustomed to the endless tricks of the holy aunt. They came up one after another to take the brocade bundles and opened them one by one. They found many pairs of pomegranate skirts and green jackets, silk belts, and many rouge lip glosses.
Rocking mother-of-pearl, hairpins and hairpins, pearls and tortoise shells, stockings and embroidered shoes...it’s all so dazzling, too numerous to mention!
Xiaoman and others were looking through clothes and other items, and they were full of praises, but in their hearts, a clear realization emerged: It turns out that women, regardless of whether they are male or female, have the same love for beauty.
Liu Xiaomu looked at the girls in front of him with a smile, and there was a bit of pride in his eyes. Then he coughed lightly: "After today's work, my aunt will never take these clothes back, she will give them all to you. Why don't you change your clothes quickly?"
Hearing this, the eight Hu Jis all thanked each other profusely and bowed politely. They immediately took off their clothes and belts in the cabin, took off their make-up, and changed each other's make-up according to Xiao Man's appearance, making giggling sounds from time to time.
.For a time, the cabin was filled with spring sunshine, and the room was filled with fragrance. There was endless beauty and fragrance!
Yang Chaoxi stood aside, with drums and gongs beating in his chest and a buzzing sound in his head, but his figure was like a clay figure and a wooden sculpture, unable to move at all. A pair of straight eyes stared at the spring light in the room, but they were watching
Gotta stay still.
Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but look sideways and joked: "Little Taoist priest! Don't you know the great defense between men and women? Or should Auntie chase you away personally before you leave?"
Yang Chaoxi woke up from a dream, his face immediately turned red to the root of his neck. His knees were slightly bent, his feet exerted force, and his body jumped out of the big hole in the cabin roof. He didn't know whether he was happy, disappointed, or both.
My mind is filled with the beautiful pictures I just saw:
As far as the eye can see, the fat ones are really graceful, the thin ones are graceful, and all kinds of charms catch the eye, making people intoxicated... They say that beauty erodes the bones and makes a beautiful woman ecstasy. I don't deceive you!
The river breeze flowed along the round collar and poured into the robe, and the hot feeling in the chest was immediately relieved. The chatter and laughter in the cabin seemed to be pervasive, tugging at the young man's heartstrings.
Thousands of small waves rose from the water, driven by the river wind, and rushed toward the boat, just like the ups and downs of the mood... The stern oar pole was long and slender, and was shaken hard by several boatmen, creating vortexes in the water.
, and like a lost memory... The sails were fully spread, quietly urging the boat to rush eastward, leaving the scenery on both sides of the strait behind, just like the past that can never be returned...
The corners of Yang Chaoxi's eyes were slightly moist, and the spring water and green mountains in front of him became blurry. The beautiful image that he thought about day and night also became blurred in his mind, like a heavy nightmare, gradually fading away in the wind and clouds.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it flows eastward after all! The past goes with the waves, and no matter how reluctant you are to let go, you can no longer keep it.
I don't know how much time passed, but the day had begun to fall to the west. Yang Zhaoxi stood up slowly and turned around, only to see Xiaoman sitting at the other end of the big cave without knowing it, with a smile on his face. Two embroidered
The shoes are hanging in the air, swinging gently, and the outline of the full moon above the head has been revealed.
Xiaoman tilted his head, curled his eyes, and said in a clear voice: "Master! My aunt invites you to come down and discuss something. We will arrive at Xianglu Village in another two miles of water."
Yang Zhaoxi nodded, hurriedly gathered her mood, and jumped down with Xiaoman. The cabin was obviously much darker, and the eight Hu Ji had already put on their makeup. At a glance, no matter whether they were wearing skirts, blouses, buns, or flaming mother-of-pearl patterns,
, compared with Xiaoman, they are no different.
Xiaoman covered his face again and retreated among the eight women. The nine figures changed for a while. When Yang Zhaoxi looked at it again, he couldn't tell which one was Xiaoman and which one was Hu Ji. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Auntie, this is
The plan is so wonderful! It's hard to tell the truth from the false, and it's hard to tell the truth from the truth."
Liu Xiaomu was still sitting cross-legged, but her complexion was much better: "Little Taoist priest! There is no need to say any compliments. Ahead is Xianglu Village. My aunt has ordered all the guardians and missionaries to put on ordinary teaching clothes and get off the boat to make arrangements.
After a while, the saint will put on her holy robes, abandon her boat and land ashore, and be worshiped by the hundreds of believers. Just now, the Earth Protector has informed me that Taiwei Palace not only arranged Ming chess, but also arranged it for me.
There is a secret hidden in the religion, and they want to do harm to the saint.
Nowadays, only some Lily Guards and believers are left on the boat. It can be said that the defense is weak and vulnerable. My aunt has not recovered from her injuries and cannot take action to meet the enemy. Therefore, once they do, the nine 'saints' will be in great danger. My aunt wants to invite
When the time comes, you will go all out to help Xiaoman escape. After escaping, whether to take the waterway or the dry road to enter the city, you two can decide accordingly."
Yang Chaoxi frowned at first, then relaxed her brows, and her words were filled with pride: "These people in Taiwei Palace are really haunting! Xiaodao and the Zoroastrian people are in the same boat today, since Auntie
If you open your mouth, is there any reason to shirk it?"
Liu Xiaomu looked solemn and nodded: "With you taking action, the chances of winning will be a little better. Xiaoman! I know that your martial arts skills are not bad and you are also familiar with some blinding methods, but your life is closely related to the rise and fall of Zoroastrianism, so it is easy to tolerate
Don’t be fooled. If you encounter a strong opponent, don’t be too eager to fight. Join Yang Shaoxia quickly. It’s important to save your life!”
Among the nine "saints", one person immediately stepped out, clasped her hands in flames and said: "Young barbarian is not talented, I will follow the teachings of the holy aunt!"
The bright clouds are still burning, but the setting sun melts gold.
On the Xianglu Village ferry, the Wuyangyang believers stood up one after another and looked to the west. The crimson lotus robes joined together, like red waves, and were coated with a layer of pious color in the afterglow.
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A small black spot rubbed against the water surface, against the sunset, and slowly enlarged in the field of vision. After trying to distinguish it for a while, I realized that it was a boat. The bulging sails, hunting flags, and open cornices,
The red lacquered lattice windows...everything on the boat gradually became clear.
Looking at the painting boat getting closer and closer, the believers all had ups and downs in their hearts and tears filled their eyes. Their palms were folded into the shape of a flame. Under the leadership of the altar owners He Guini, Magak Consein and others, they began to sing hymns:
"With the blessing of the Lord God, the saint travels eastward. Only benevolence can be shown, and virtue is the only pursuit. The holy law is Boao, and it is spread to all states. Follow good like flow, hate evil like hatred..."
The painting boat slowly docked, and the eulogies gradually stopped. A plank stretched out from the boat and was firmly placed on the wooden platform of the ferry.
There were thousands of people on the ferry, but they were silent. Even the people watching the excitement outside were infected by the solemn atmosphere. They all fell silent and looked at the empty boat deck.
The air was very quiet, with only the lonely chirping of birds and the sound of rolling water heard.
In a short while, under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, the saint Xiaoman, wearing a plain holy robe, stepped slowly with a graceful figure, and slowly got off the boat. Following closely behind, were eight people wearing robes.
Orchid in purple holy clothes, and dozens of believers holding weapons.
Xiaoman walked across the plank of the boat and came to an open space vacated by the believers. In front of him was a hill made of thousands of dry alder trees. Three mages holding torches stood respectfully and quietly.
They are arranged on the side, with a solemn expression.
As the altar owner He Guini shouted loudly: "Worship the saint!"
Hundreds of believers knelt down on one knee, made flames with their hands, performed the holy fire ceremony, and bowed down to Xiaoman.