Chapter 66: How can there be a road to immortality in the world (28)
"Have you not seen Benshan for several years?"
In front of the TV, Song San, who was peeling peanuts early, suddenly asked such a question. Next to him, Song San, who was watching a sketch program on TV and peeling oranges, couldn't laugh at all. He yawned and said:
"It's been several years, right?"
The two of them were in the room where they were arranged, watching a program called the Spring Festival Gala... Although they were told by the blind gentleman not to run around at will, at least the two of them did not receive any unfair treatment in terms of supply.
But the key is that this is a life of confinement. They seem to have nothing to do except eating, watching TV and playing on their mobile phones.
The two brothers finally realized one thing, that is, the blind man named the two brothers this time, most likely just to make it easier for people to carry bags on the road.
In Wolong Villa, the two of them are probably just one level higher than the waiters here. It seems that any one of the residents here has the ability to kill the two of them.
The outside world is too dangerous, it is safer inside the room... After this idea was born, Song Da and Song San began to live a life without going out.
On the bed, Song San turned sideways, scratched his butt and suddenly said: "Speaking of Ada, should we go out for a walk?"
"Where to go?" Song Da squinted his eyes.
The scope of activities of the two of them is only within the villa where they are currently staying, and even within the villa, the scope is quite limited.
Song San rolled his eyes at this moment and said, "Would you like to go to a certain cave?"
"Dongfu?" Song Da was startled.
Regarding this cave, the two brothers actually learned something about it from a few Taoist priests who were good at talking... It is said that it was developed not long ago, and then someone got a shocking opportunity and so on.
"Yes, if we don't experience something of that level, wouldn't it be in vain for us to come?" Song San said seriously.
Song Da shook his head: "They have been developing it for such a long time. If we look at it now, what else can we find... Do you think it is a novel? There are shocking treasures left for you to miss. Wake up, you are not the protagonist.
Life. Besides, there are no guards outside the cave? How can the two of us get in?"
"So we will continue to watch the Spring Festival Gala here?" Song San continued to peel the peanuts and looked at the TV screen.
Song Da also continued to peel oranges and looked at the TV screen.
The skit without Motoyama on the screen is still going on. I still feel like I can’t find the feeling of celebrating the New Year like before, right?
After a while, Song Dacai suddenly said: "Damn it! You're dead!"
"Just go!" Song San also patted his thigh and sat up.
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In another room not far away, Taoist Baijie came to Mr. Blind’s residence after dinner to visit again. Of course, Taoist Baijie did not come empty-handed, but brought many things that Mr. Blind needed for his divination.
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When we get rid of the old and welcome the new, the moment when an end and a beginning intersect, some subtle changes will always occur in the world. Just like the moment when a computer is shut down and restarted, there will always be a moment of vacancy for people to do something.
For example, if you think about it, it will become better to spy on things like fate.
Mr. Blind has already fasted and bathed, and is currently sitting quietly in the quiet room. Surrounding him are strange objects provided by Taoist Baijie that can provide various kinds of protection and inspiration... In such a short period of time
, those who can collect these rare things probably don’t have many people in the Taoist world.
The Evergreen Hundred Calamity Taoist is naturally one of them.
"The two little guys you brought here seem to be unable to hold back, hehehe." Taoist Baijie half-opened his eyes.
Mr. Blind said calmly at this time: "These two people are quite interesting. One of them is a three-brother, and the other one stayed abroad and did not come this time. But the fate of the three of them is somewhat special, so just let them be."
Taoist Baijie nodded and said nothing more. Although the man in front of him had made a huge mistake back then, the root cause of this mistake was actually to better develop the current Taoist world, but the method was a bit extreme.
If Mr. Qingxiazi's blind intention had not been like this, after the catastrophe, Taoist Baijie would not have taken action. In the name of the president of the Taoist Association and the headmaster of Kunlun, he would have protected... so that he could obtain the victory in the crusade.
The result of "walking away".
Seeing that Mr. Blind was already meditating quietly, preparing for the divination that would take place in a few hours, Taoist Baijie simply entered a state of trance at this time.
Originally, he planned to ask Mr. Blind to help with fortune-telling on another matter, which was the fact that members of the Taoist Double Association have been missing in recent days.
Many people believe that this matter is the result of the fermentation of the emperor's edict, because before the statement jointly issued by Xuanyuan Palace and the Administration Bureau, the two sides were in a state of constant friction in secret, and in less than half a month, the knot was formed.
A lot of resentment...
But the matter of the 71st generation of Tianxin that Mr. Blind is currently asking for divination is related to the dragon vein of China...
The 71st generation of Tianxin seems to be once again repeating what Mr. Blind did many years ago. For the Chinese Taoist world, it is uncertain whether this is a great opportunity or a catastrophe. It is naturally much more important than the disappearance of members.
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After weighing the matter, at this critical moment, Taoist Baijie still chose not to distract Mr. Blind.
What an eventful time...
The Taoist Baijie gradually entered a state of forgetfulness of things and myself.
The plane trees outside the house were rustling in the wind.
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Mr. Song is actually good at cooking. This skill was actually learned from him and his uncle, the cook at home.
Maybe it was because the place we were in was the ancestral home of the Song family, or maybe it was because there was an extra Luo Qiu in the family this year, but Mr. Song seemed a little excited from the beginning of the preparations, so much so that when the banquet started, his face turned red.
Song Haoran walked out of the room early, but he always looked a little absent-minded.
As for the fact that Song Ying and Zhang Qinrui drove back after seven o'clock in the evening, it was actually Zhang Qinrui who was driving.
Especially the bodyguards of the Song family... It's really puzzling that Miss Ying, who has always loved driving, actually became a passenger for once today.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Luo Qiu glanced at Song Ying curiously.
When she sits, her body always moves unnaturally.
But after Luo Qiu asked this question, all he got was a blank stare from Song Ying... Luo Qiu, who always felt like he was being shot for doing nothing, just blinked and didn't say anything.
Although Song Haoran was distracted from time to time while holding the wine glass at the table, and although Song Ying seemed a little unable to sit still, Mr. Song's interest did not diminish at all.
He asked Uncle Wu not to follow the rules today and sit down to have a few drinks together.
Drinking banquets, talking about anecdotes and past events, and discussing gala parties are no longer the past, and they seem to be just commonplace during special festivals...
But during special festivals, if you can cook at home, it is probably the most cherished thing, right?
There are thousands of words, but none can compare to what Song Tianyou, the head of the family, said to everyone: Dinner is ready.
However, the young lady from the Zhang family seemed to be a little disappointed, probably because she was missing her grandmother at home.
Dad was too drunk after the meal, so he went back to his room to rest early under the service of his fifth uncle.
Zhang Qingrui also left early, probably going to her room to call her grandmother who was far away.
There were only three young people from the two generations of the Song family left in the dining room. Because her father was happy during the dinner, Song Ying, who also drank a lot, had a blush on her face and looked quite bright.
And his eyes were a little hazy.
Women who are slightly alcoholic seem to be able to exude some charming atmosphere and heat.
"I'll leave for a moment." Song Haoran suddenly seemed to remember something at this moment, and after saying this, he hurriedly ran to his room.
Song Ying held her chin and suddenly said: "Song Haoran always feels a little different."
Luo Qiu, who was clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, stopped (originally, Uncle Wu said that he would let the bodyguard do it when he came back), "Is it different?"
"Stories, stories!" Song Ying's eyes were half-closed, "Don't you feel that he talked very little tonight?"
Luo Qiu smiled and said, "It's pretty good to look serious."
"I'm actually speechless?" Song Ying was stunned.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Song Ying suddenly stood up and grabbed Luo Qiu's wrist, "Stop it, come with me outside to enjoy the breeze. I drank a little too much and it's too uncomfortable."
Luo Qiu stopped and suggested: "You will easily catch a cold if you blow the cold wind after drinking wine. At this time, you need hot tea and rest, so why not go back to the room. I will bring you some hot tea later."
Song Ying said impatiently at this moment: "You have done all the work of Uncle Wu, including clearing the dishes and serving tea and water! Are you my servant? Where does all this nonsense come from!"
"Okay then." Luo Qiu looked at the time, then nodded and said, "I'll be right away...I have to wash my hands, right?"
When you clean up the dishes, they will inevitably get dirty.
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But Song Ying soon regretted her decision to come out to enjoy the cool air, because...it was so damn cold!
The heat dissipated by the alcohol was taken away by the cold wind in a few seconds. Song Ying sat on the steps of the pavilion outside the yard, rubbed her hands, and after taking a breath, she couldn't help but shiver, and hugged her tightly.
own body.
She muttered: "Dead head, if you don't come here for so long, I will freeze to death..."
"That's why I suggested you go back to your room."
Song Ying raised her head and saw Luo Qiu with a coat hanging on his arm and walking over with a bottle. The coat was obviously brought for her and delivered to her.
The body is very honest...Song Ying put it on without saying anything.
"What's this?"
Seeing Luo Qiu sit down next to her, Song Ying curiously looked at the bottle Luo Qiu brought.
After unscrewing the cap of the bottle, some carrot-red viscous liquid poured out. Luo Qiu handed it to Song Ying and smiled: "I found tomato juice in the kitchen and squeezed some of it."
, used to relieve hangover.”
Song Ying looked at the unknown object hesitantly. After hesitating for a moment, she still held the bottle cap and took a sip, "...it tastes so bad! Why is tomato juice salty?"
"Maybe it's because I added some salt, but the effect will be better this way." Luo Qiu explained.
"What the hell recipe..." Song Ying frowned, but nevertheless, she drank it one bite at a time... She looked like a child who was forced to drink bitter medicine by her parents.
After all the difficulties, I finally finished the drink.
After that, Song Ying wrapped herself in her coat and looked up at the starry sky... It was neither as good as in summer nor as before. There were very few stars.
Song Ying suddenly said: ""Farewell"...can you play it again?"
Luo Qiu looked surprised.
Song Ying turned around, looked at Luo Qiu, and said without blinking: "Didn't you play it when we fell off the cliff last time? I heard Zhang Qingrui say that this piece of music is called "Farewell"."
"Zhang Qingrui... It seems that your relationship is really good." Luo Qiu smiled, "But this song is a bit sad. Is it appropriate for this kind of festival?"
"You can just brag. Where did all these things come from?" Song Ying suddenly opened her eyes.
"Okay." Luo Qiu nodded.
Only this time he didn't go to find the leaves, but directly closed his hands and put them on his lips.
Hand xun.
The fingers began to wave slowly, and the air flow passed through the gap between the palm and the fingers to form a sound, which was like the sound of flowing through a valley, appearing ethereal.
"farewell"
Song Ying always felt that Luo Qiu could often do some incredible things and do it easily.
why.
What an incredible guy.
There are still not many stars, but occasionally I see a particularly shining one, but it is easy to feel lost when I look at it. The music that is played is like the wind in the valley, and listening to it, time seems to have slowed down.
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Even, I hope time can stop moving.
Song Ying gradually closed her eyes, leaned her head against the pillar of the pavilion, and fell asleep without even realizing it.
And the music played by the hand xun gradually faded away.
Uncle Wu, who had just covered Mr. Song with a quilt, heard the sound. He stopped and looked in the direction of the sound... I don't know where the music came from, but it was very comfortable.
Zhang Qinrui in the room was still whispering to Zhang Lilanfang in the distance. When the music was delivered, she was thoughtful, but soon she continued talking to her grandmother, and the light seemed to be gradually dimming.
Song Haoran in the wing was holding an ancient book in the room, reading and walking around, seeming to be thinking about something... But he stopped at this time, suddenly walked to the window, and looked up at the night sky.
He didn't look at the stars, just looked at the moon, then smiled, as if he had some new understanding, and quickly turned a new page.
This year is almost over.
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Ten p.m.
The big pendulum clock in the club lobby rang.
Luo Qiu came back and after sending Song Ying back to her room, the things at the Song family's ancestral home had come to an end.
What surprised Luo Qiu was that he had just returned and did not see You Ye. Instead, he met a somewhat unexpected guest, Nero.
Many times Luo Qiu actually felt that Nero was a man with a big heart.
For example, Nero appeared in front of Luo Qiu in a slightly bad state at this moment.
As if he had just taken a shower, Nero was wiping his hair with a towel and walked out, "By the way, beautiful young lady, can you lend me a set of clothes to wear first... Oh~ boss."
,Good evening."
Luo Qiu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.
Nero wasn't wearing any clothes... She even fiddled with it and said with a smile: "The boss is interested in my figure. Can I sell it for a good price?"
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ps1: This is from yesterday, at ten o'clock.
ps2: Well, I am now the diligent Shiraishi (make fist)
