Another solution to the furthest distance in the world
The Tang clan, which occupies the leading position in the Sichuan underworld, all died overnight except for Mrs. Yan Er, who was married to an outsider, and was imprisoned. On the surface, they died in a fire, but in fact everyone on the road knew that
Whose masterpiece is this? It’s just that they dare to be angry but dare not speak out!
This news that shocked Sichuan quickly spread throughout the major underworld gangs in southern China, making everyone tremble. However, Yan Xiaolan, who is in Mount Emei, has no knowledge of this matter. She is now concentrating on studying the teachings of Zen Master Zhiguang.
What about her unique skill of Mingyue Sword Technique?
"Wudao, I won't let you down. One year from now, I will definitely let you see a completely new and transformed me!"
At the edge of the skyscraper cliff, Yan Xiaolan looked at the foot of the mountain sweating profusely, thinking about Shangguan Wudao. She had just practiced the first move of Mingyue Sword Technique from beginning to end, and she was really tired. However,
Fortunately, her bones are different from those of ordinary women. It is not easy for her to understand the essence of Tomorrow's sword technique in just one day.
A week later, Long Bang, the ruler of China's underground dynasty, chose to remain silent regarding the fact that Shangguan Wudao led his princelings to destroy the Tang clan overnight. The southern underworld was ready to take action. Several larger gangs in Hong Kong, Taiwan and foreign countries
They also began to truly prepare to join forces to fight against the princelings who were gradually coming to dominate the south. Among these many major forces, the power group to which Zhang Haotian and Lan Yeqi belonged clearly played a leading role.
However, after the princelings destroyed the Tang clan in Sichuan, rescued Yan Cheyu, and imprisoned Mrs. Yan, they withdrew from Sichuan and did not seize territory here to divide the sphere of influence. This left many people in the Sichuan underworld unaware.
The reason also caused chaos in the Sichuan underworld.
Thousands of waves stirred up in my heart, and I had seen through all the worldly things.
After sitting quietly in a teahouse near the West Lake for almost two or three hours, Shangguan Wudao stood up and walked with Pu Yumei to the pavilion by the West Lake, where he captured Yan Xiaolan's first kiss. Shangguan Wudao had been silent all this time.
Suddenly said: "Yumei, am I a man without magnanimity and mind?"
Pu Yumei did not answer directly, but just smiled and said: "A man's mind depends on his opponent. What do you think, the young master, of Yamaguchi Honkai's powerful and resourceful Japanese gangster prince Kawa Masao? A man's taste depends on what he cares about.
What do you think, young master, of Miss Yan, who is in Mount Emei now for you?"
Shangguan Wudao remained silent, feeling very grateful to Pu Yumei for her intelligence, who always used the most tactful way to encourage herself when she was depressed.
The large stone pillar relief "Wind and Moon over the West Lake" shows all living beings including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, storytelling, playing and singing, Buddhism, Taoism, immortals, fortune-telling, and all three religions and nine streams. Shangguan Wudao's vision suddenly broadened, and the depression in his heart was relieved a lot after Pu Yumei solved it.
Climbing up the stone steps at dusk is like walking in a poetic landscape painting.
Shangguan Wudao climbed up to the West Lake Chonglou, which is more than ten meters high, and then climbed up to the beauty viewing platform on the roof of the Chonglou to lean on the railing and look out into the distance. Looking north to the West Lake, the vast mist is like a vibrant ink painting. In the east viewing area, there are rows of high-rise buildings.
Full of prosperity, you can admire the Qiantang River in the south, the clouds and water are connected, the sky and the earth are in line, and you can see the peaks in the west. The sound of pines and bamboos, and the lingering smoke are not like the human world.
He suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and his mood changed drastically, and he said proudly: "In ancient times, people climbed high to write poems and became scholar-bureaucrats. In the Ming Dynasty, Xu Wenchang once wrote, 'You can tell what year it is in the picture of eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains, and the lights of hundreds of thousands of houses are all returned to this tower.' How courageous it was."
! If a person draws the earth to imprison himself, it is simply the biggest sin. If we climb beyond our own capabilities, otherwise what is the meaning of the existence of the sky?"
Pu Yumei also took advantage of the opportunity and said: "You shouldn't treat that girl like that. If it were me, I wouldn't have the courage to speak. After all, she has only been with you for a short time. How do you want her to understand you so deeply?"
It's a kind of demanding, and girls are always in a passive position. Sometimes you men need to take the initiative."
Shangguan Wudao felt obviously much better, and said loudly: "Maybe I really shouldn't treat her like this, but after drinking the tea made from seven-color hollyhock flowers tomorrow, I may completely forget about her,,, indeed
, a girl like her should be cared for and loved in every possible way, but it’s a pity that fate plays tricks on people!”
The first and second floors of this antique seven-story West Lake pavilion focus on displaying Hangzhou's glorious Southern Song culture and Wuyue culture. The third, fourth and fifth floors are elegant teahouses that have hosted many central leaders and celebrities such as Jin Yong. It can be called the first in the south of the Yangtze River.
Four famous buildings.
"It's a worthwhile trip to be able to go up to the beauty viewing platform, but I can't appreciate the extraordinary charm of the West Lake on a snowy day." Pu Yumei wanted to nestle into Shangguan Wudao's spacious mind, but he was her young master, and in his heart
I'm afraid Yan Xiaolan is the only one thinking about it at this moment, so why should she...
"Don't worry, I will take you to Duanqiao and Meiyuan when it first snows. I heard that the Longjing tea in Meijiawu is very special. How about we go tea picking together in the future? Tomorrow we will go to the West Lake and then Qiandao Lake.
." Shangguan Wudao has already arranged the itinerary for Pu Yumei.
"Now that I am no longer with Miss Yan, are you still used to life, young master? After taking the seven-color hollyhock tea tomorrow, Hangzhou will be a strange city to young master, in a strange city and a strange environment.
I'm really afraid that the young master won't adapt." Pu Yumei said worriedly.
"It's good for a single nobleman to be alone."
Shangguan Wudao smiled bitterly. In his heart, he really wanted to see Yan Xiaolan again, but he didn't dare. He was afraid...
"I don't believe it! The young master is really telling the truth. Maybe he is thinking about the pink beauty in Mount Emei now." Pu Yumei said knowingly. Shangguan Wudao's longing for Yan Xiaolan was clearly engraved on his face.
How could you not see it?
"The beauty and bosom friend are beautiful. Young people dance in front of the bed, and bare hands add fragrance to the table. No wonder there are so many aloof and peerless masters in the novel who would rather seek swords to conquer the world. They only want the gods and immortals to live a happy and beautiful life. If there is a previous life,
, do you think that silly girl and I were the kind of lovers who envied mandarin ducks but not immortals in ancient times?"
Shangguan Wudao said softly, with a touch of melancholy. At this time, Yan Xiaolan's silly and coquettish look kept flashing in his mind. Everything about him and her in the past was deeply engraved in his heart. What will happen tomorrow?
He was about to take that hollyhock tea that cost people his soul. He didn't know what he would become in the future.
"If Miss Yan was Chen Yuanyuan in her previous life, then the young master must be Wu Sangui, who would rather bear the infamy of the ages and rush to be crowned with fire as her beauty; if Miss Yan is the concubine with frowning eyebrows who cannot open her face, then the young master must be the one who takes
The last king of Zhou who lit up the beacon drama to make her smile sadly..."
Shangguan Wudao listened to Pu Yumei's words and sighed, "Since ancient times, beauties have had a bad life. I don't want that silly girl to be my beauties. I want her to be my..."
Pu Yumei smiled sweetly, her eyes full of affection, but her young master turned a blind eye. She now understood deeply that in her young master's heart, she would always be a subordinate. Although he was closest to her, he was still so far away.
, he was pretending to be slow in his heart, probably only the silly girl who is now in Mount Emei.
Pu Yumei looked at the magnificent scene in the field of vision, and remembered Liu Yong's "Looking at the sea, the houses are filled with beautiful flowers, and the city is full of pearls." Shangguan Wudao recited a poem by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty praising Wu Shan: "Control the Yangtze River on the left and control the lake on the right.
, thousands of fireworks connect Kangqu."
Occasionally, I rely on vain hope, as if I am drawing a picture to the sky——
Shangguan Wudao then accompanied Pu Yumei to Hangzhou Yintai Shopping Center on the south side of Wulin Square.
When choosing clothes for Shangguan Wudao, Pu Yumei did not choose ordinary name brands from those specialty stores. In fact, for her, clothes designed by tailors who are not top private fashion masters are difficult to choose, and her taste does not need to be reflected in clothing. The world
Many top brands were vying to let her advertise, but she didn't accept any of them because she just wanted to dedicate all of herself to Shangguan Wudao.
Pu Yumei and Shangguan Wudao were walking around in ordinary stores. Shangguan Wudao was born to be a clothes hanger. His slender and straight body and cold temperament were infinitely better than those male supermodels. Pu Yumei's vision was naturally incomparable.
Being picky, even a seemingly plain style will have a different flavor once worn on Shangguan Wudao.
Pu Yumei helped Shangguan Wudao buy several large bags of clothes and trousers in one go, which made Shangguan Wudao work as a model for a long time. Naturally, she became the center of attention of the waitress, and received countless ogling glances.
Looking at the various clothes, Shangguan Wudao thought of the days when he and Yan Xiaolan were together, and his face couldn't help but become lost.
"Miss Yan again?" Pu Yumei asked while helping Shangguan Wudao choose clothes.
"Well, I wonder if she is doing well now and does she miss me?" Shangguan Wudao suddenly felt worried about gain and loss. He wanted Yan Xiaolan to think about him often, but he didn't want Yan Xiaolan to remember him too deeply.
.Contradiction, really contradictory!
"Young Master, in fact, things between men and women sometimes really have to be left to fate. It's useless to try to be lovesick." At the end of the sentence, Pu Yumei's little face changed slightly, and she thought about the position she had been standing on.
She is by his side, but God keeps asking him to ignore her.
What is the farthest distance in the world? This question has troubled the world for thousands of years. Different people have different interpretations.
For Pu Yumei at the moment, the farthest distance in the world is not the end of the world, nor the regretful separation of life and death, but the fact that she is standing in front of Shangguan Wudao, but Shangguan Wudao does not know that she loves him. And for Shangguan Wudao
To put it bluntly, at this time, he will feel that the farthest distance in the world is that after losing his memory, he and Yan Xiaolan may never have the chance to let each other know their love!