The 443rd chapter rides a thousand miles alone (2)
"What's the relationship between Yu Monk and Xiao Xi?" Master Feng Luan was a little confused. "Mr. Su He means...by the way, what did Li Hua say?"
Sun Suhe shook his head, "He never said that."
Master Feng Luan couldn't help but smile, "He also knows he has a guilty conscience."
"Probably, it should be that Mr. Li Hua hasn't had time to tell me yet." Sun Suhe said at least to help you, so as not to blame me for being unloyal.
Master Feng Luan seemed to be touched by his memories. He was lost in thought for a moment, and softly chanted: "The white hair invades the old age mercilessly, and the green lantern smells like childhood. Xiao Xi is the biological sister of Yu Monk's childhood sweetheart."
Sun Suhe exclaimed in his heart, Master Feng Luan and Granny Yu are actually brothers and sisters? No wonder the fat cat felt guilty, but Sun Suhe asked curiously, "So the master is actually a fox?"
Master Feng Luan shook his paw and said, "No, no, Xiao Xi is a fox, but Yu Monk's skin is indeed that of a red panda. Yu Monk's father is the adopted son of Grandpa Xiao Xi. Yu Monk's mother was born in Shennong Cave."
"I see."
Although Master Feng Luan stopped talking, he vaguely answered a lot of doubts in Sun Suhe's mind. In this complicated situation, he finally found some clear clues.
"Although we are not related by blood, we are indeed brothers and sisters. It may not be easy for humans to understand. Oh, in fact, it doesn't matter what we are related by blood. How often are there so few human tragedies involving roommates fighting against each other?"
"Namo Amitabha." Master Feng Luan clasped his hands and said, "Foolish Monk believes that the bond between relatives is not blood, but love. Mr. Su He is willing to help Xiao Xi eliminate the disaster. He is so generous. Foolish Monk is really grateful."
Master Feng Luan spoke solemnly, and Sun Suhe felt ashamed, so he had no choice but to imitate Master Feng Luan, clasping his palms together and pronouncing the Buddha's name "Namo Amitabha."
Master Feng Luan slowly shook his big fluffy tail. The tea room and Zen room quietly disappeared. The tatami under his feet turned into a solid cement floor and expanded endlessly around him. Countless buildings rose from the ground. Sun Suhe raised his eyes and looked around.
, I saw the iconic Tokyo Tower standing not far ahead.
"Is this the streets of Tokyo?" Sun Suhe asked.
"Exactly."
Master Feng Luan swung his claws into the air and grabbed out of thin air a string of eighteen-jade rosary beads strung from bodhi seeds. He held it in his paws and handed it to Sun Suhe, saying, "This string of rosary beads is a belonging of the foolish monk. As long as it is close to your body,
Take it with you, even if you leave Foolish Monk's side, you will still be my 'dream man'. A fleeting dream, leaving no trace, can make all calculations in vain. Please accept it, Mr. Su He."
"Then I'm welcome." Sun Suhe didn't hesitate, "But are we still in a dream now?" he asked.
"I was about to accept this rosary in my dream." Master Feng Luan replied, "It's just that this time the Yin and Yang are in real trouble. Under such high-intensity calculations, how long can this rosary be sustained, even if it is
The Foolish Monk himself also feels that he is not optimistic. It is a shame to say that he is lucky enough to be favored by the "Langtaosha Order", but he has only had this string of rosary beads for so many years."
Master Feng Luan said as he slowly flew up. He looked far into the distance and opened his arms toward the end of the horizon. "In such a huge area, to accurately locate Mr. Su He's traces, it is necessary to rely on large magic circles scattered all over the place."
Master Feng Luan pointed one claw to the sky and the other to the ground. A red sun rose slowly, illuminating the entire city. People working on the street appeared like a torrent. Master Feng Luan turned his head and looked at Sun Suhe with a smile. "'Tianshi,
The favorable geographical location and the people's harmony are the basis for establishing an formation. In this way, there will be traces to follow. Foolish Monk has been in Tokyo for many years and has gained some knowledge. Mr. Su He, are you willing to listen to Foolish Monk's verbose words?"
It's about seven o'clock in the morning.
A car drove into a large house in Shirokanedai, Minato District, Tokyo. The owner of the house had been waiting here for a long time. A young lady got out of the car, wearing a classic combination of a white shirt and a black long skirt, with a shawl draped over her shoulders.
Windbreaker to keep out the cold, holding in hand
A rosewood cane, the handshake is carved into the shape of a cow's head. Her long golden hair like wheat waves is slightly curled into a delicate bun. She always has a smile on her mouth, and she is approachable, but her eyes are like death.
Fish are generally motionless and dull.
"Miss Borgia, I am Otani." The owner of the mansion greeted him and said a lot of polite words that he had long admired. An interpreter following him immediately translated them into Spanish.
Miss Borgia smiled back, nodded reservedly, tapped her cane on the ground, and under Otani's guidance, the two of them sat down at the dining table. The waiters came and went, serving a carefully prepared breakfast, but Borgia
The lady just tasted it politely and put down her knife and fork.
Otani asked, "Is it not to Miss Borgia's liking? I can have the kitchen redo it immediately."
Miss Borgia didn't appreciate it. Although she had a usual smile on her lips, her tone was very cold: "I remember that I didn't come here for breakfast."
Otani frowned slightly and looked at the translator. The translator nodded repeatedly, indicating that the original meaning was exactly what he said, and that he translated it completely truthfully. I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminated the ditch. Otani smiled awkwardly, took the hot towel and wiped it.
Wiped, stood up and said, "Please follow me."
In the study, Otani personally took out an extremely elegant piano case. He opened it with great care and found an antique violin in the box.
"Thirty-three years ago, I sold a French winery for this violin. My family thought I was crazy. Haha, how could they understand that a violin made by Antonio Stradivari? If they missed it,
He is a lunatic and will drown in regret his whole life."
Antonio Stradivari was an Italian stringed instrument manufacturing giant in the 17th and 18th centuries. The stringed instruments he manufactured are recognized as the insurmountable peak in history. Every Stradivarius handed down from generation to generation is a priceless treasure.
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Miss Borgia took the violin and gently touched the body with her slender fingers, like a loving mother caressing a baby.
"It's well maintained, I can feel it's getting ready to go, giving me the rosiness," she said.
"Miss Borgia, do you want to play?" Otani asked.
"Of course, isn't it a joke to taste an instrument but not play it?"
Otani waved and someone immediately brought the rosin. Did this Miss Borgia really have such miraculous abilities as in the legend? He held his breath and watched intently. He saw Miss Borgia picking up the bow and rubbing it with rosin.
The flowing clouds and flowing water are graceful and unaffected by the blindness of the eyes.
The bow touched the strings, and the notes played like magic. An unprecedented feeling hit the depths of Otani's soul. His body seemed to have broken away from gravity, and was about to fly into the air. Hearing, vision, and all
The senses blend, expand, and are dazzled by the sound of the piano.
When the song ended, Da Gu was still in a trance in the afterglow. It was not until the silence was broken by the unanimous applause from around him that he woke up as if from a dream.
"Confucius heard the music of "Shao" in Qi State, and he didn't know the taste of meat in March. I thought it was a literary exaggeration, but now I know it's true. From now on, I can't even think about being a vegetarian. Hahaha,
Bai Letian's poem goes like this: When I hear your pipa words tonight, it's like listening to fairy music and my ears are temporarily bright. It's like listening to fairy music and my ears are temporarily bright..."
Otani dropped his book bag and the translator scratched his head, but Miss Borgia completely ignored these compliments and said coldly, "A fake is a fake, and there is always an insurmountable gap between the genuine article."
The translator was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly translated the words into Japanese.
"This violin is not a real Stradivarius, it should be an imitation made by German craftsmen around 1870. If it is imitated to this extent, it can be considered a good work of art, but a fake is a fake.
Mr. Otani, are you insulting my taste ability by bringing out this piano? Before I lose interest, please invite the protagonist here."
Otani let out a long sigh, "I have asked many experts to look at it, but no one has ever made such a sure judgment as Miss Borgia, and no one's judgment has ever been as convincing as Miss Borgia."
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Otani said as he took out another violin case, which contained another slightly worn antique violin.
"I recently got this violin by chance. There is no clear pedigree. It is speculated that it was lost during the war, and the pearl was covered in dust. It was only recently discovered in an old warehouse and regarded as an ordinary antique violin.
It is for sale, but several experts I know cannot say whether it is a real Stradivarius."
Miss Borgia took over the violin and had just tried a few notes, when uncontrollable tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She stopped her bow and said with a slightly trembling voice, "It's true, it's true, this Stella
I want the diwali."
When Otani heard that the translator said it was true, he was overjoyed. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, okay, is there any better investment in the world than the Stradivarius? The appreciation is crazier than the craziest stock market, and the value preservation ratio is
The safest national debt must be safe, hahaha."
"I want this piano," Miss Borgia repeated.
Only then did Otani hear clearly, and his eyes suddenly widened. "Miss Borgia, are you kidding me? This is a family heirloom. It will be passed down in my family from generation to generation."
Miss Borgia sneered, "This guqin has not received the best maintenance. After more than 300 years, it is close to sleeping. In the last few moments when it can still produce the best sound, if it is not worthy of it,
A violinist plays, but it falls into the hands of a mediocre person. Do you think I can tolerate such a tragedy?"
His eyes were motionless, but Ogu's hair stood on end instantly. He didn't understand why the blind girl in front of him, who seemed powerless, gave him an instinctive fear, and his heart beat violently like a dull drum.
, I wanted to say no, but it got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say anything.
"Sorry, I lost my temper." Miss Borgia suddenly smiled and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"
The cane tapped the ground lightly, and a waiter led Miss Borgia out of the study. Otani slumped down on the chair, but quickly stood up and hurried to another bathroom. Just now, he was so frightened that he became incontinent.
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Miss Borgia held the washstand with both hands, the water gurgled, and she murmured to herself, "I'm sorry, sorry, please wait for me, I will definitely help you find a master who is worthy of you, so that the afterglow of the sunset can be the best."
Playing brilliantly. Sorry, sorry, the timing is really bad, Yin-Yang Province is going crazy now, their people are everywhere outside, just wait for me, it will be fine..."
Just when Miss Borgia was in trouble, the cane placed aside suddenly trembled slightly. Miss Borgia picked up the cane and patted the cow's head gently. The mechanism inside turned and the chin of the cow's head dropped.
As soon as it sank, a talisman flew out from the cow's mouth and floated in front of Miss Borgia.
She blew lightly on the talisman, and the flames rose out of thin air. The talisman instantly burned out and turned into a small fireball floating in the air. The flames flickered and changed, and finally formed a blurry human face.
"Mr. Ao? Good morning." Miss Borgia greeted the fireball.
The fireball roared loudly and opened its mouth to say, "Good morning, Mr. Le."