The buskers here never welcome outsiders. Of course, except for officials or wealthy businessmen, no one has a grudge against money. However, the old residents here have a very bad attitude towards passers-by wearing simple and ragged clothes. There is an approximate amount of money that the nobles have in a year. It is indeed a bit stretched when it is spread equally among so many people. They are afraid that someone will compete with them for their livelihood, so there is an tacit custom of sarcastic remarks to outsiders. It's not unreasonable to say it. It would be okay if we just rested for a while, but once we see people from aristocratic families all over the place, who possess special skills and simply stay here, then some of this money will go into the pockets of outsiders.
Among this group of buskers, the theater troupe is the most sharp-tongued. Traveling north and south, people in all dialects have a little understanding of the dirty words in various dialects, and because they sing in operas all the time, they often have a long string of curses, and their breath is smooth and not breathless. Therefore, people in other professions never want to If you quarrel with an actor, you won't get the slightest advantage. If you meet a martial artist with real skills, you'll get a beating. Therefore, the theater troupe plays a very important role in this gang of people.
"Ahead is Qinghe Garden. Since you two are staying for a few days, I have to explain some of the rules here, so as not to get angry with each other and cause unnecessary trouble in the future. Dust off your ashes when the time comes. Now that we're leaving, we as a couple still have to live here for food and clothing, so don't think I'm nagging, it's good for me and others." The honest man held the reins of the horse in front and pointed at the remote small house from a distance. hospital.
"But it doesn't matter." Wu Shuang was not a newbie in the world, so he naturally knew what was going on. This place was lined with rows of buildings, so it was bound to be surrounded by buskers. When there were more people, of course countless troubles would arise, but he didn't dislike this kind of thing. rule. When traveling in the arena, you must abide by the rules of the arena, otherwise the arena will be boring.
Surprised by the fat man's knowledge, the honest man stopped talking for a moment, and then continued: "There is an empty room in Qinghe Garden. You can live in it as you like. It is not easy to travel around the world, and judging from the appearance of the two of you, you are not a wealthy person, so the room The money is free. But the small temple is poor, and it is difficult for several people to cook in the stove. They just rely on digging some wild vegetables and fruits to barely fill their stomachs. Therefore, they do not entertain people for meals, and they just take care of themselves. This is one of them. "
"Secondly, it doesn't matter what you saw, just pretend you didn't see it. If others ask you about it, just ask if you don't know anything. There is no need to say anything." The man said this without thinking, and Wu Shuang didn't say much. Asked, he just nodded and stretched his head to look at the surrounding streets, which was very novel.
"I almost forgot to report my family status and broke the rules. My surname is Yan Mingsi Guan, and he is a martial arts student in Qinghe Theater. May I ask your surname?"
"Wu Dian, Wu Gou Zhi Wu, the classics of classics." In May and June, when the catkins are just starting to rise, the white catkins are like flying snow, and it is easy to float into the eyes. As a result, Yan Siguan is gone. Seeing that the fat shopkeeper sitting in the car suddenly smiled meaningfully on his face.
It turns out that the gentleman who gave him the review was really not too bitter.
As soon as he entered Qinghe Garden, Wu Shuang nodded slightly. The courtyard was indeed not big. Not only was it not big, it could even be called narrow. However, the courtyard was extremely tidy. When the catkins were flying, there was hardly a trace of white clumps hanging on the bluestone floor in the small courtyard. The furnishings are also quite interesting. It stands to reason that for occasions such as theater troupes, elegant mountain-painted screens are used. Occasionally there are figures painted on them. Most of them are young people in green robes. They have a plain character throughout the whole body, which means that although they are earthly opera people, they are still opera people. Inside and outside the show, he is upright and unconventional. However, the stone screens in this courtyard are colorful and the painting style is very public and unrestrained. Several flowers are often outlined in one stroke, but they are still vivid. The colors are very bright and bright, leaving only a blue flower in the lower right corner. It is straight to the outside and stands with the head held high, so the overall level of the screen has been raised to a higher level.
After setting up the carriage and horses, the smelly and sweaty young man woke up in confusion. He climbed out of the carriage without caring about where he was. He stumbled into the house and lay down together. Just as he was about to continue falling asleep, he was forcefully pulled away by Wu Shuang. When I came out, I said I was going out to enjoy the lotus flowers. I felt a lot of resentment in my heart, but I followed Wu Shuang out with a droopy head.
It's nearly half of May, and the sun has a bit of a spicy summer feel to it. Long coats are gradually put away in the baskets, and they are put on short gauze or linen clothes. Many porters and street buskers are already sweating on their foreheads, and they have no choice but to Find a shady place to rest; wealthy people naturally have roofs to enjoy the cool air, and there are only a few people who endure the sun and go out. If you want to listen to the show and see the tricks, just go to the spacious place at home, which shows how spacious the house is. As a result, there were fewer people walking out, and the atmosphere of early summer gradually became stronger. At this time, there were only a few men on the street who were worried about their livelihood. When they saw Wu Shuang and the young man, their eyes became hot. They carefully looked at the young man and Wu Shuang's clothes, cursed quietly, and then retreated to the shade, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping. He half-closed his eyes, waiting for the nobleman to favor him, and tried his best to use his unique skills to get some money.
The young man saw this and remained silent. He is no stranger to these craftsmen. The group of porters and casual workers in the small town are not much different from this group of people. A few years ago, a man with a skill came to the small town. He could put several feet of steel knives into his mouth intact until the handle of the knife was left in his mouth. All the young and old men cheered, but after several rounds, only a few were willing to throw in a copper coin. Sure enough, within half a day, the man who swallowed the knife packed up his things and left.
I don’t know how the master knew about the place, but he led him to the edge of the lotus pond by a familiar road, which made the young man very strange. Yun Zhong, who was obviously trapped by his cultivation at this time, was still not very clear-headed, and his mind was like a mess, very confused. There is nothing special next to the lotus pond. There is just a memorial archway with the words Caixiantan written on it. There is a lotus-shaped stone sculpture standing in the lotus pond. It is very old and cracked due to weather and rain. It is obvious that no one has repaired it for many years. Nothing else.
"Master, let's go and walk around. You can rest here for a while. You won't have to spend a moment to burn incense. Just wait for me under the memorial arch." After saying that, Wu Shuang stepped on the sword and left, leaving the confused young man standing there. Land, neither walking nor sitting.
Master is indeed an expert when it comes to wielding a sword in broad daylight. Yun Zhong rubbed his brows, feeling quite helpless, but besides his helplessness, he was also mixed with some thoughts. I'm afraid that when I get older, I won't be able to control the sword as lightly as my master.
With his thoughts flowing like waves, the young man sat cross-legged, not caring about the wet soil around the lotus pond, and silently moved his breath.
The energy rushed to the divine court and slowly came down. At the orifice of Yangbai's eyes, the young man couldn't resist the soreness and numbness in his eyes. He closed his eyes and concentrated on punching the acupuncture points. The wind blows in the lotus pond, spreading the fragrance of lotus flowers.
He had obviously closed his eyes tightly, but at this moment, the young man in white saw the lotus blossoms in full bloom, stretching all over the sky, with plain white petals, pink color from bottom to top, from light to deep, with clear veins. The breeze hit the load, shaking the water in waves. Fish swim around the leaves under the water, with golden and red fish tails, fluttering clear beads, dotting the pink cheeks between the lotuses, as if Jiao'e pear flowers bring rain.
The sun shines with lotus tears, the fish chases the sparkling waves, and the landscape is beautiful.
The second update is in place, keep writing~
