Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters ten miles of Qinhuai River
"But the favor we had last time has been used up, right?" Xiang Que said, squinting his eyes.
Ogola frowned, savoring Xiang Que's words. Different countries have different national conditions. Chinese people like to talk about favors. Asking for help is a favor, but abroad it is slightly different. One of them is
One or two means two, and what I like to talk about most is trading.
Ogola thought for a while before he understood what Xiang Que meant. A vampire who has lived for a long time has a lot of experience, let alone IQ.
"Xiang, is there anything I can do for you?"
Xiang Que said with a smile: "Hey, look... don't speak too bluntly, I'll feel a little embarrassed if you try to fix it."
Augula smiled lightly and said, "Then let's forget it?"
"No, no, I'm just being polite." Xiang Quegui swished closer to Augula and whispered in a low voice: "Just in time, I have something to ask you..."
A few hours ago, Tianhou Temple in Nanjing.
On both sides of the main entrance of the Taoist temple, all the Taoist priests of Tianhou Palace stood quietly with their hands in front of them. Right in front of the Taoist gate, a figure holding a fly whisk and a gourd tied around his waist slowly walked over.
"Welcome, Master Qingxuzi of Qingyang Palace." In front of the gate of Tianhou Palace, an old Taoist shouted with a breath like a rainbow.
"Shua" The Taoist priests standing on both sides saluted at the same time, put one hand on their chest and said: "Immeasurable Life Buddha..."
Qingxuzi returned the gift seriously and said: "Buddha Amitayus, fellow Taoists, you are polite."
"Fellow Taoist, you've had a hard time coming all the way from Qingyang Palace." The headmaster of Tianhou Palace came forward and exchanged a few words with Zhao Jiahui, and then the two of them walked inside side by side.
"The Taoist sects in the world are all one family. Why do I have to work so hard to come to Tianhou Palace to lecture on scriptures and preach? There are three thousand Taoists in the world. I am here to preach and preach Taoism and righteousness to the world."
Zhao Jiahui smoothed his fly whisk, his expression was solemn and serious. At this time, you can't tell from Zhao Jiahui's face and expression that he is in a straight-line state, he looks a bit like a Taoist master.
There are some people in this world who are called left-handed geniuses and right-handed lunatics, half mentally ill and half immortal.
You are like Li Yan. He has an unparalleled brain, calculation power and meticulous thinking, but he is a complete madman. The same is true for Zhao Jiahui. In other matters, he may be a brain that cannot turn and only has one muscle.
He is a mentally ill patient, but when it comes to Taoism and morality, he is the headmaster of Qingyang Palace who has preached the Taoism to the world. At this time, can you still say that he is sick?
You can't live without being crazy. People with such stubbornness will either become completely crazy in the end, or they will continue their paranoia to the end and eventually become legends.
At the same time, at night, there was a cool spring breeze by the Qinhuai River.
A lonely figure clasped his hands behind his back, looking a little bleak. His shoulders were hunched and his right fingers were touching his nose. He was holding a bottle of more than half-drunk Laobaigan in his left hand. The spring breeze was blowing, and his head was already messy, as if he hadn't washed it for several days.
Her hair was swaying in the wind, looking extremely careless and vulgar.
After a few sips of "Gudu, Gudu", he poured the remaining half of the bottle of Laobaigan into his stomach. Then he threw it up and the bottle drew a parabola and fell into the Qinhuai River.
The rippling water waves carried the wine bottle to the middle of the river.
In the distance, in the Qinhuai River, a painting boat, which is extremely rare on weekdays, is slowly rowing towards it.
Cruise boats like painted boats were extremely popular in ancient times. At that time, there were many painted boats wandering in the water all day long in the Qinhuai River. At night, literati, poets and dignitaries would wait in rows on the shore. When the painted boats approached, they would choose their favorite ones.
Painted boats swarmed up.
Among the paintings, most of them are singing girls and dancers, and there are people who are not prostitutes, but in arts and crafts. In modern society, the paintings are equivalent to high-end entertainment venues, which are exclusively used for people's entertainment and enjoyment.
The Qinhuai River at night is lively and busy. After liberation, and especially now, the painted boats in the Qinhuai River have basically disappeared. Even if they exist, they are only closed for tourists to swim on the river, without any charm of the painted boats.
At this time, the boat rowing towards the lonely and desolate figure was decorated with lights and colorful songs, and a clear and enchanting female voice slowly came out from the boat.
"In the Six Dynasties, the golden land was ten miles away from the Qinhuai River. Under the clear breeze and the bright moon, I could not get drunk with the astringent wine, but with the elegance of the night that was faintly rippling."
The singing was clear and clear, and the sound of the guzheng was clear and clear. People on the shore were not drunk and were dazzled by the music. The figure with hunched shoulders shook his head and clapped his hands in line with the song on the guzheng that came from the boat.
After a while, the boat slowly docked, and a sampan was pulled down from the boat. Then an old man in a robe stood in front of the sampan, cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Lai Da, please"
The man named Mr. Lai Da stepped on the sampan with his hands behind his back and stepped onto the painted boat. At this time, the singing and guzheng that had been heard had suddenly stopped.
The old man who welcomed Mr. Lai Da onto the boat bent down and stretched out his hand and said: "Mr. Lai Da, the spring breeze is slightly cool, and the boat has prepared fine wine and side dishes. Please come in and ask Miss Xun'er to play a song for you.
Come and cheer up”
At this time, no one was approaching the Qinhuai River. If someone came or got on the boat, his head would probably be a little dizzy for a while, because maybe what he saw and heard would make him mistakenly think that he was traveling through time.
A few hundred years ago.
This is a scene that is incompatible with modern society and can only be seen on TV or in movies.
Illusive, ethereal, and surprising.
Mr. Lai Da hummed with his hands behind his back, walked into the main room of the Huafang with his head held high and his figure-stepping steps.
At this time, Mr. Lai Da no longer seemed a bit desolate and lonely, but instead seemed a little more enigmatic.
In the painting boat, the decoration is antique and has a strong ancient flavor. Not only is the decoration so beautiful, the women standing on both sides of the painting boat are also dressed as maids. They wear colorful long skirts, their hair is tied high in a hairband behind their heads, and their hands are crossed in front of them.
With.
Seeing someone coming in, the six maids all bent their legs and saluted with a faint smile: "Hello, Mr. Lai Da"
Mr. Lai Da waved his hand, then looked straight ahead, and said for the first time after boarding the boat: "Hello, Miss Xun'er."
Directly in front, four screens of plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums stand on both sides. Behind a long table in the middle sits a young woman dressed in palace attire. Her green and jade-like fingers are slowly supporting the guzheng on the long table.
"Zheng..." The guzheng made a soft sound, which seemed to be replying to Mr. Lai Da.
Mr. Lai Da raised his head slightly and gestured, then walked to the side and sat down cross-legged. In front of him, a white delicate wine bottle was placed in warm water, with a stack of beef and peanuts next to it.
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