“The environment is very elegant, with a Jiangnan flavor!”
Entering the hall, Wang Xu looked around and found that the style inside was more simple and elegant, giving people a feeling of a Jiangnan water town.
A young woman in purple clothes came up to her and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are really an expert. The five of us sisters are from the south of the Yangtze River. My family's name is Zizhu. Next to me are my second sister Qingzhu and my third sister Fen.
Bamboo, fourth sister white bamboo, fifth sister red bamboo"
"I have met all of you, sir." The names of the four girls surrounding the young woman are like the colors of their clothes, making them easy to identify at a glance.
"Purple bamboo, green bamboo, pink bamboo, white bamboo, red bamboo, no wonder it's called the Five Bamboo Garden!"
Wang Xu nodded slightly, sat on the chair with a golden sword, and said: "I, Wang Xu, Fuzhou Jinyi Guard Qianhu, I don't care what your name is, what you are, whether you are human, ghost, or demon, please note this
The world is still the world of the Ning Dynasty, there are some things that cannot be done."
"Oh, sir, you said I'm so scared, you scared the slave family." Bai Zhu was dressed as a girl, looking at sixteen or seventeen, wearing a white dress, looking at Wang Xu with pear blossoms and rain.
"Hmph!" Wang Xu snorted coldly. Although he didn't know why the exorcism talisman outside did not burn, but according to his perception, the auras of the five proprietresses were cold, which was obviously different from ordinary people.
Those who can do this are either masters of feminine inner strength or those who are unclean.
Wang Xu had no intention of exploring, and said bluntly: "I and these people are just here to take shelter from the rain. When the rain stops, we will go on the road immediately. Whether you understand it or not, I will assume that you understand it. Let us keep the same.
how?"
In a lonely town, residents with closed doors, and five proprietresses with unusual auras, plus this is a fairy tale world, Wang Xu doesn't want to cause more trouble.
The five sisters looked at each other, looked at Wang Xu who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and then looked at the domineering Jin Yiwei, and said with a sweet smile: "I obey you, I obey you, the adults have spoken, why should the slave family not obey?"
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"Second sister, third sister, you go cook some special dishes. Fourth sister, fifth sister, you serve tea to the adults to get rid of the cold." Zizhu agreed immediately and greeted the sisters to serve tea.
"No need, we brought dry food."
Knowing that there was something strange here, how could Wang Xu eat their food? He turned to Liao Qiang and said, "Liao Baihu, take down the dry food from the carriage. Everyone, please rest on your stomach. Let's leave as soon as the rain stops."
"Yes, sir!" Liao Qiang led the men into the rain, and soon came in with five bamboo tubes and an iron pot.
When the bamboo tube is opened, one contains air-dried meat, one contains dried mushrooms, one contains fried noodles, and the other two contain spring water.
Pour the spring water into the iron pot, then add the diced meat, dried mushrooms, and fried noodles. It's just a pot of hot meat.
"Flame Palm!" Liao Qiang held his hands on the iron pot, his hands glowed red, and soon the water inside began to roll.
"Bah bang bang!"
Zizhu, who had been looking at this side, smiled and clapped his hands, and said: "I have seen many slaves who know kung fu, but this is the first time I have seen it used like this."
The corner of Liao Qiang's mouth twitched slightly. Martial arts practitioners cherish their own kung fu as much as their lives, especially their group of Jinyi guards who are regular users of licking blood with the blade of a knife. They use every ounce of their internal energy very carefully.
When Wang Xu asked Liao Qiang to cook with Flame Palm for the first time, Liao Qiang felt like he was mourning and almost cried out of grievance.
"No matter when, it is good to apply what you have learned."
Glancing at the tumbling broth, Wang Xu invited everyone to sit down: "Let's eat. It's been raining all the way. Eat some hot meat to relieve the cold."
The Jin Yiwei present took out their food boxes, sat around Wang Xu, and began to fill the food boxes with meat porridge.
Seeing the orderly scene, Zizhu shook his head imperceptibly towards the sisters.
Seeing the eldest sister shaking her head, the other sisters left in frustration. They no longer pretended to be ladies, and sat on chairs embroidering, eating melon seeds, and chatting and laughing.
After more than ten minutes, everyone's faces improved a lot after drinking the meat porridge.
Wang Xu looked up at the heavy rain outside and found that he had no intention of stopping for a while. He whispered: "Looking at the weather, we won't be able to walk for a while. Let's practice!"
The Jin Yiwei stood up one after another, with Liao Qiang as the first one and sat cross-legged on the ground.
"The heart is as motionless as a high mountain, and the energy is like continuous flowing water."
Wang Xu verbally explained the key points. He sat on a chair with his eyes closed and meditated. In front of him were thirteen Jinyi guards who were sitting at the door, breathing in an orderly manner.
One hour, two hours, three hours
As time passed by, the rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it turned from morning to evening.
During this period, Wang Xu opened his eyes several times and closed them again after seeing the five sisters gathered together. They didn't come to join in at all.
And just when he thought that this balance would last until the storm subsided and everyone returned to their original destination, something unexpected happened.
"Wow, it's raining so hard. Fortunately there is an inn here, otherwise we would be in trouble."
Along with the shouts of joy, a scholar wearing Tsing Yi holding an umbrella and riding a skinny donkey rushed in.
The moment the scholar came in, the thirteen guards sitting cross-legged at the door opened their eyes in unison.
In an instant, the auras of the thirteen people were connected, and a tiger vaguely appeared above everyone's heads.
"Ah!" The scholar was startled when he saw the tiger.
Looking again, there was nothing but a dozen or so handsome guards.
"Dear officials, Cui Hongjian, a young student, has just passed the scholar examination from Fucheng. Please bear with me if there is any conflict. Please bear with me." Noting the clothes on Liao Qiang and others, Cui Hongjian immediately knew that he had met the court eagle.
You know, Cui Hongjian is a scholar, and his future ambition is to be an official and make a fortune, no, to be an official to benefit the people.
Scholars like Cui Hongjian did not have a good impression of the Jinyiwei who specialized in supervising civil and military officials and caused numerous unjust, false and wrongful cases.
"Cui Hongjian!"
Looking at the scholar who broke into the door, Wang Xu slowly opened his eyes, with an unexplainable look in his eyes.
This person named Cui Hongjian is exactly the same as a Hong Kong star named Wu Qihua.
Wang Xu was deeply impressed by Wu Qihua because he was obsessed with Lin Zhixuan's songs in high school. When he saw Wu Qihua's "Heaven Slaying the Dragon", he mistook him for Lin Zhixuan, which almost made a joke.
Now seeing this person who called himself Cui Hongjian and was highly suspicious of Wu Qihua, Wang Xu quickly searched in his mind.
Ever since he knew that there was Pudu Cihang in this world and Yan Chixia, the head of Xiguang Six Gates who resigned from his job, he had made fun of a lot of ghost movies.
Soon, with the help of the name Cui Hongjian, Wang Xu thought of a movie, "The Fairy in the Painting", which is known as the prequel to A Chinese Ghost Story.
In the film, Cui Hongjian plays a love-mad scholar who falls in love with the female ghost in the painting.
Yan Chixia failed to persuade her several times, but was finally moved by Cui Hongjian's love and went to the underworld to help him fight against the ghost king who wanted to break them up.
At the end of the movie, Cui Hongjian gave up the idea of returning to the human world because he couldn't let go of the female ghost Mochou. He stayed in the scroll of Mochou and stayed with his lover.
And Yan Chixia also gave up the secluded place of Wumenju that witnessed the love story of the two, and went to live in Lanruo Temple, which led to the pinnacle of domestic ghost works, the story of A Chinese Ghost Story.
Judging from the plot, Cui Hongjian has not met Yan Chixia yet, because he was already a scholar when the movie opened. The story of the fairy in the painting happened after he passed the scholar examination and returned home.
"Humph!" Liao Qiang snorted and closed his eyes when he heard Cui Hongjian calling himself a scholar and a man of great fame.
Cui Hongjian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound, hugged his book basket and moved it inside carefully.
"Scholar, scholar!"
"Who called me?"
Hearing the call, Cui Hongjian looked back and forth and saw a blind man squatting not far away, holding a fortune-telling flag and making vague gestures to him.
"Old man, did you call me?" Cui Hongjian hugged the book basket and squatted next to the blind man.
The blind man lowered his voice and whispered: "Xiucai, please leave quickly. This is a place of right and wrong. You cannot stay for a long time."
When talking about the place of right and wrong, several sisters in Wuzhuyuan frowned at the same time.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, the blind man quickly shut up and stopped talking, leaving Cui Hongjian very baffled.
"A place of right and wrong?"
Cui Hongjian glanced at the blind man wandering outside the sky, then at the Jin Yiwei sitting at the door, shook his head and said: "Why don't you leave the land of right and wrong? It's raining so heavily outside, how can there be peace?"
Hearing Cui Hongjian's muttering to himself, the blind man was impatient, but he had no choice.
You know, some people can do some things, and some people can't do them. If you try too hard, you will get killed.