The fragrance of tea is clear and refreshing, and the taste is full of sweetness, fresh and natural.
He Chaoyun can't taste tea, but he can still taste the quality. Although he doesn't know what kind of tea it is, he knows that it is definitely not cheap and it is good tea.
The depression of ten taels of silver subsided slightly.
Ling Chu smiled and watched as He Chaoyun's little face wrinkled up, looking at the decorations in the room with a serious expression, and sipping tea solemnly. The tense expression on his face finally relaxed a little since he saw the ten taels of silver go out.
Unable to resist, he reached out and tugged at He Chaoyun's braid. Lingchu said with a smile, "I just heard from the maid on this boat that there is a storyteller in the dining room on the second floor. Now is the time for storytelling." , do you want to go and listen?”
Storyteller?
He Chaoyun's eyes lit up. She had never heard of a storyteller. Occasionally, she passed by a teahouse and heard the hustle and bustle inside. She became curious. Unfortunately, she had never gone in.
Nodding happily, He Chaoyun pulled Lingchu's sleeve hesitantly. She was a little scared to be alone, and she heard that the book seemed to require money.
"You can't tell, our little Chaoyun is still a money-keeper." Lingchu only felt that he was smiling and his eyebrows were crescent.
He Chaoyun's little face turned red when Lingchu laughed. He pulled Lingchu's sleeves embarrassedly and said anxiously, "Don't spend money randomly!"
"It's not a waste of money. The money you paid for listening to books is included in the boat fare. However, if you think it's good, you can give him some reward." Lingchu stretched out his hand to rub He Chaoyun's face and said.
He Chaoyun's eyes suddenly brightened when he heard that he didn't have to pay to listen, and that the boat fare also included money for listening and speaking books. "Go and listen, don't waste ten taels."
As she said this, she secretly thought in her heart that she would not give a reward, she had no money herself.
"Okay, after listening to the storyteller, we happened to be eating in the dining room."
Lingchu nodded, He Chaoyun was still young, so he couldn't be careless about three meals a day.
Holding He Chaoyun's little hand, the two walked hand in hand to the dining room on the second floor of the ship.
In the dining room, a thin storyteller with a short beard was snapping the table and shouting.
"Speaking of which, where did the Tongtian River get its name? It comes from the immortals! Hundreds of years ago, the Tongtian River was rolling. When it rained heavily, there were thunders in the sky and the earth, and the floods were like overwhelming force. Dozens of cities along the river were instantly destroyed. The time is in danger, and the people in the city are trembling and frightened. At this time, an immortal comes down to earth, and the immortal light flashes in the sleeves of the immortal. Suddenly, a wandering shadow appears in the sleeve, and in a few breaths it turns into the shadow of a sky-swallowing dragon, soaring among the clouds. The mist of clouds and mountains shuttles through the floods and the sky, and the roar of dragons is as close to my ears..."
What the storyteller tells is the story of the Tongtian River. According to folklore, there is a divine dragon in the Tongtian River, which was left by the immortals to guard the river for hundreds of years.
He Chaoyun listened with gusto, and Lingchu also listened with gusto.
There is indeed a dragon in the Tongtian River, but it is not a real dragon, but a dragon.
A thousand-year-old dragon, the so-called immortal, is the master of the Sanqing Dao Sect.
This matter is mentioned in the sect's records.
Lingchu had heard from the elders of the sect that the dragon in the Tongtian River had an agreement with the Sanqing Dao Sect. What was the specific agreement? Lingchu was just a small foundation-building monk, so naturally he didn't know the specific content.
All I know is that the sect once told its disciples that if they are in danger in the Tongtian River when they go out, they might as well try to seek help from the thousand-year-old dragon.
I ate a table of vegetarian food, drank a cup of tea, and listened to a story.
He Chaoyun, who had never seen such a scene before, had bright round eyes that never dimmed. It seemed that he couldn't see enough. He had promised before coming that he would not give any reward, but when he saw the crowd's lively cheers, The sound of money being thrown out made the young He Chaoyun excited.
He took out the small purse he kept from his arms, took out several copper coins inside, and threw them onto the podium with a clatter.
Lingchu also listened with interest. Lingchu, who had not yet become a Taoist master, was just a young man in his twenties, so naturally he still retained the excitement and excitement of a young man.
She feels that this world is not far away from her, and she is still surprised by everything she sees.
"Poor guy!"
On the table next to him, there was a young man wearing a gold crown, and he threw a piece of silver dime onto the stage. It looked like he had enough coins.
These words were obviously spoken to He Chaoyun, and his eyes glanced at He Chaoyun from time to time.
He Chaoyun's pink face turned red again. This time he was not excited or embarrassed, but angry.
"Stupid rich."
Lingchu saw that He Chaoyun was not ashamed or embarrassed because of the young man's words, and nodded again in his heart. Although He Chaoyun was young, he did have a good heart.
The Sanqing Taoism also paid attention to the character of mind.
Touching He Chaoyun's head affirmatively, Lingchu glanced at the young man lightly, but his eyes stopped on the young man sitting next to him.
It's a monk.
The young people next to the boy also noticed Lingchu, smiled and held their hands, and a message came.
"You are friendly, I am Liu Wuyi. I am from Zhongzhou and I am visiting your place. I am young and rude, so please forgive me." The young man was dressed in white robes and his face was like a crown of jade. He looked into the person's eyes, which were clear and dustless at first glance. Looking at it again, it's like a deep night sky with no bottom.
Ling Chu smiled and glanced at He Chaoyun and the boy who were staring at each other, and sent the message back as well.
"I'm Yu Lingchu. Fellow Taoist Liu, are you from Tianji Pavilion?" Lingchu's eyes fell on Liu Wuyi's wrist holding the cup. There was a red string on it, and two ancient copper coins were strung on it.
Copper coins are crude and clumsy, but they have their own mysterious and unpredictable flow.
It is rumored that all the disciples of Tianji Pavilion will have such a bunch of copper coins. The specific reason is not known to outsiders. They only know that the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage have one and the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage have two, so they can be deduced from this.
The young man in front of him, Liu Wuyi, should be a foundation-building monk.
Liu Wuyi did not refute, but nodded with a smile, "Fellow Taoist from Sanqing Dao Sect, you really have a good eye."
He didn't have any good eyesight, but Liu Wuyi had no intention of hiding it. This was the first time Lingchu had met a disciple of Tianji Pavilion.
However, looking at the young man, Liu Wuyi said that this young man was his junior brother, that is, a disciple of Tianji Pavilion, but he was still just like He Chaoyun, just a mortal.
Could it be that Liu Wuyi came to Jiu Ming Prefecture just for this boy?
Tianji Pavilion accepts disciples, all of them have wonderful ways.
Liu Wuyi calmly let Lingchu look at the young man, and also looked at He Chaoyun. Suddenly, he said meaningfully to Lingchu, "This time I came to Jiu Ming Prefecture because of a fate. The fate has come, and things have happened." That’s it, we’ll see you again in the future.”
After saying that, he picked up the reluctant and cross-eyed boy, waved his sleeves, and left the dining room as if he didn't take a single cloud with him.
baffling.
This was what Lingchu thought in his mind when he came into contact with the disciples of Tianji Pavilion for the first time.
The word fate is on the lips.
Even less reliable than the old way.
From then until they got off the boat, Lingchu and Liu Wuyi never met again. It seemed that they were really destined to meet each other this time.
