one
This was the first time Xie Xiangcai walked among the clouds. His whole body floated among the softness, which was very beautiful.
But the beauty is wonderful, his legs have already become weak to the point of losing consciousness. If the black and white men hadn't each held one of his arms, he would have fallen to the ground and been shattered to pieces.
The three of them stepped on the void for an unknown amount of time before slowly landing on an empty ground paved with reincarnations of green tiles.
The autumn wind blew in front of him, giving Xie Xiangcai a heart-wrenching chill.
The young man fell to the ground, and his legs were cramped because he had not been on the ground for a long time. Fortunately, the white man caught him while he was staggering, so that the young man was not embarrassed in front of the people who entered the city.
It took a while for Mr. Xie to get used to his legs, and he no longer needed the white man's support.
He raised his head and looked at the three big characters on the simple city gate, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
After a long while, Prime Minister Xie turned his head, looked at the black and white man, and asked puzzledly, "Didn't I say on the way earlier that we were going to Qingmeng City in Qianquzhou in the Southern Territory? Why are we here in Dongfeng City now? ?”
Now Mr. Xie was vaguely able to figure out the temperaments of the white man and the white man, so he simply looked directly at the white man and waited for the other party's answer.
The white man nodded slightly, "We have indeed arrived at Qingmeng City, but this Qingmeng City is so huge that the Holy Emperor has to separate four cities around it to disperse its territory to prevent one family from becoming dominant. This is the east guard of Qingmeng City City—Windy City.”
Xie Xiang suddenly realized and followed the black and white men towards the city.
When entering the city, there is an alley running through it. The alley is not wide, and is wide and narrow at most.
The width of the top road in the Daqing Dynasty was usually determined by carriages, with nine carriages on the Emperor's Road, eight on the Wuxiang Road, seven on the Wenxiang Road, and so on.
This is a four-carriage road, just enough to separate the city lord's carriages into and out of the city.
Entering Dongfeng City, the black man had disappeared. Only the white man stood there leading Xie Xiang.
The eyes of the people coming and going were all curiously fixed on Xie Xiangcai. They were a little surprised to see that he was wearing a heavy coat in late autumn.
The white man patted Xie Xiangcai on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards a restaurant nearby.
The restaurant is called "Youpeng".
The white man pushed open the small wooden door, and wind chimes sounded one after another.
Xie Xiangcai followed closely behind and sat at a small wooden table by the window.
The white man walked lazily to the counter and tapped his knuckles on the table, making a crisp "tap-tat" sound.
"Friends come from far away."
He chuckled softly, his fingers still tapping the table rhythmically.
"Aren't you happy?"
A young man walked out of the door behind the counter, with long hair as white as snow hanging down to his shoulders.
Xie Xiangcai curiously looked at the young man in front of the counter, and the other person's eyes also stayed on him.
The young man took out a small, opaque bottle from under the counter and placed it gently on the table, "Here, the freshest osmanthus wine."
The white man took the sweet-scented osmanthus wine with a smile, opened the bottle cap and smelled it, the aroma was astounding to his nose.
He capped the bottle and joked, "Why is this osmanthus wine?"
The white-haired young man smiled brightly and rolled his eyes at the white man, who immediately suppressed the smile on his cheeks.
He just continued, "I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and drink wine, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling..."
"People who come from far away seem to have something on their minds. Osmanthus belongs to fire. Drink a cup and it will dissipate the desolation!"
The white man wanted to hand the bottle to Xie Xiangcai, but was stopped by the young man.
The young man grabbed the bottle, walked out from behind the counter, and walked slowly to Xie Xiangcai's table.
Xie Xiangcai was puzzled and stretched out his hand to take the bottle.
When the two hands touched each other, a wave of air spread instantly.
"Bang——"
The sound of explosions resounded from the tavern. Xie Xiangcai and the white-haired boy let go of their hands at the same time, and their bodies flew backwards behind each other, and finally hit the wall heavily.
"Dong——"
The two of them landed heavily on the ground.
Xie Xiangcai grimaced in pain, but the white-haired boy opposite him looked very happy.
The white-faced man was stunned and looked at the white-haired boy in disbelief.
The white-haired boy dusted himself off, stood up, stretched, and returned to the door behind the counter.
"boom--"
Just as the white-faced man was about to speak, the door was slammed shut by the white-haired boy unexpectedly.
He had no choice but to turn around and face Xie Xiangcai who stood up in embarrassment and said, "Before departure, Master wrote a letter saying that he would like you to stay in Dongfeng City for a while first, and then stay in Xiyun City for a while. After a year, you can enter the main city."
Prime Minister Xie looked at the white-faced man in astonishment, "A year? You have to stay here?"
The white-faced man shrugged helplessly, "This is how we all came here."
"we?"
Xie Xiangcai was surprised.
The white-faced man slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot, since you have entered Qingmeng City, which is a thousand miles away, you can be regarded as joining the master's sect. The master is the lord of Qingmeng City, and he calls himself Immortal. There are eight sects under his sect. Disciple. The black-faced man who brought you here with me earlier is the senior brother, I am the second senior brother, and there is the third senior brother... You are the eighth junior brother, and we are already brothers in the same sect. Don't call us so unfamiliar in the future."
Xie Xiangcai was stunned. He didn't expect that he actually had seven senior brothers.
He then asked, "Who will teach me martial arts while I'm outside the branch city?"
The white-faced second senior brother smiled heartily, "Good question!"
He turned around, looked up at the three-foot-high tower, and shouted loudly, "Lao Qi - Junior Brother is here -"
In an instant, the entire Dongfeng City became silent.
After a long while, an extremely lazy voice slowly came out.
"Here we go..."
two
The autumn wind was blowing on his face, but this autumn wind made Xie Xiangcai feel less biting and more relaxed.
When he looked intently, he realized that the cool thing was not the autumn wind, but the figure slowly falling from the tower.
He was dressed in white, and his silky black hair hung uninhibitedly on his shoulders.
The man was only in his early twenties, with sharp features. He was not very handsome, but he was unique and unforgettable.
The young man held a wine gourd in his hand, with the lid half open, and the pungent smell of wine filled the air.
As he staggered towards Xie Xiangcai, a gust of wind blew and poured into his exposed clothes, opening up two worlds.
The young man handed the wine gourd in his hand to Xie Xiangcai and said very seriously, "Junior brother, take a sip!"
Xie Xiangcai hesitated, but the young man stuffed the wine gourd into his palm without any explanation.
The young man stood with his hands on his hips, watching the movements of Xie Xiangcai's hands with great interest.
Xie Xiangcai was a little at a loss, but under the "coercion" of the young man's gaze, he still mustered up the courage to completely lift the lid, raised his neck and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.
"puff--"
As soon as the wine touched the tongue, a spicy feeling went from the mouth to the nose. The next breath, a big mouthful spurted out from Xie Xiangcai's mouth and nose.
"Hahahahaha——"
The young man laughed heartily and was unrestrained.
Then he took the wine gourd from Xie Xiangcai's hand, put the lid on it and pinned it to his waist. He walked forward and took Xie Xiangcai into his arms in a bear hug. "We finally meet, little junior brother! I am the seventh disciple of the old man. , just call me Seventh Senior Brother or Lao Qi!"
Xie Xiangcai had just recovered from being choked by his drink. He focused his gaze on the Seventh Senior Brother who pulled away and rushed towards the tower again, his eyes full of amazement.
The second senior brother smiled and shook his head, "That's what the seventh junior brother is good at. He is uninhibited and does whatever he wants. He is really enviable!"
Xie Xiangcai nodded slightly in agreement, "Then what will Seventh Senior Brother and I learn? What will Seventh Senior Brother know?"
The second senior brother smiled half-heartedly, and glanced at the seventh senior brother who was sleeping soundly on the tower, "What do you do...drinking, composing poems, and wandering in your mind?"
Xie Xiangcai was stunned on the spot, and the second senior brother burst out laughing when he saw this. When the laughter fell, the second senior brother's figure had disappeared in front of Xie Xiangcai, leaving only the white-haired boy on the ground paved with green tiles. The bottle of osmanthus wine given earlier.
The young man stepped forward and paused. The bottle of osmanthus wine was not yet opened, but the fragrance of the wine was already filling the air, as if warm current was flowing on the tip of his nose.
Xie Xiangcai froze on the spot, raised his head and looked north, which was the direction of his hometown.
three
Xie Xiangcai sat in the tavern downstairs for a long time. The seventh senior brother just woke up. He turned over and fell to the ground. After getting up indifferently, he led Xie Xiangcai to his residence.
The residence is in a winding alley. There is only one wooden door at the end of the alley that is no wider than one person. The color of the wooden door is mottled. Two door knockers as thick as wrists are covered with a rusty and incompletely locked door. Copper lock.
The Seventh Senior Brother calls this the "cave at the end of the alley" that only guards against gentlemen but not villains.
Hearing the word "Dongtian", Xie Xiangcai couldn't help but look a little sad.
After the Seventh Senior Brother handed Xie Xiangcai the key to the "bluff" residence, he disappeared into the alley like a gust of wind.
Xie Xiangcai walked to the door alone, gently took off the copper lock, and pushed the door open with a creak.
A musty smell hit his nose, causing him to cough hard several times before clearing the strange feeling from his lungs.
Xie Xiangcai stood in front of the door and looked around the house, only to realize that it was really a "humble room".
The residence is only a square inch in size, and it can be said that it is a world away from his original residence in Xie's mansion.
However, Xie Xiangcai didn't care too much. He just came out to study. The most important thing is to learn the skills. The place where he can sleep is fine.
However, the young man still didn't know what new skills he could learn from this seventh senior brother who only knew how to drink and write poetry.
It took Xie Xiangcai an hour or two, until the sun was almost setting, to tidy up the entire house.
On the streets in the evening, the vendors who reeled silk to make beds had all closed their stalls and gone home. Only restaurants and vendors selling meat were still open. It seemed that the only option was to buy new sheets and bedding the next morning.
Xie Xiangcai had just stretched his muscles a lot, and then he felt hungry, so he walked out of his residence and walked through the alley to the street to look for some food.
Usually at this time, the sky in Fengxue Village is almost completely dark, and there is no one on the streets, with only a few stars shining brightly in everyone's small home.
However, in Dongfeng City, the streets were still very lively at this time. Some small stalls selling food and novelties hung exquisite little lanterns that Xie Xiangcai had never seen before, which were particularly beautiful.
Xie Xiangcai walked slowly on the street, looking around, his eyes filled with wonder like a child.
Finally, he stopped in front of a restaurant.
The restaurant is three stories high, with lanterns and colorful lights in front of the door, and two enchanting women.
Prime Minister Xie was puzzled and walked towards the seemingly large restaurant.
The two girls in front of the door were all happy when they saw such a handsome young man like Xie Xiangcai approaching. They each stepped forward to hold each other's arm, smiling and whispering.
Xie Xiangcai immediately blushed and quickly broke away from the two of them and walked towards the restaurant.
The plaque in front of the building - Yuanyang Tower.
Prime Minister Xie arrived at the restaurant and was just about to find an empty seat to sit down when a woman over thirty years old but still charming was waving a fan in her hand and twisting her waist that was not too thick or too thin. He grabbed Xie Xiangcai's arm.
"What a handsome young man! I wonder which girl you are looking for when you come to my Yuanyang Mansion?"
The woman is the owner of Yuanyang House, Jin Yuanyang, who is thirty-five years old. Although she is old, she has not lost her beauty.
Xie Xiangcai's body stiffened. Although he was originally a little bully in Fengxue Village, he had never been to a place with such fireworks. He was naturally frightened at this moment, and his voice was stuttering, "I, I'm not here to look for a girl." Yes, I’m just here to eat.”
Jin Yuanyang looked Xie Xiangcai up and down and saw that he was seven feet tall and handsome. He was so charming and graceful. He couldn't be just a young boy who didn't know the world, right?
Golden Yuanyang, who had been hanging around Fengyue Field for a long time, finally confirmed in his heart that the kid in front of him was a young chick after some observation.
I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
She first pretended to be enthusiastic and arranged Xie Xiangcai to a seat with a wide view and a good view, where she could clearly see the kabuki and dance performance on the high platform in the center of the hall.
Xie Xiangcai saw that the other party was no longer entangled, and he felt relieved.
Jin Yuanyang ordered the waiter to serve good wine and food. Xie Xiangcai was still a little uneasy, but fortunately he had enough money in his waist, otherwise he would not have the confidence to use chopsticks.
The dance music on the high platform was wonderful, but Xie Xiangcai had no intention of enjoying it. What lingered in his mind was still the smile of the married girl from Fengxue Village.
Xie Xiangcai chewed slowly and did not lose his grace because of hunger.
It wasn't until Jin Yuanyang's charming smile came out that he slowly put down his chopsticks and looked up in the direction of the sound coming from above his head.
Above the pavilion, the golden mandarin duck is holding a jade hand. The owner of the jade hand is a woman who lightly covers half of her face with red gauze.
Although the woman's complete appearance could not be clearly seen, her dark eyebrows were lightly drawn, her eyelashes were long, and her nose was well-shaped. She was obviously a woman of great beauty.
Xie Xiangcai couldn't help but take a second look.
However, these two eyes made his heart feel slightly numb, as if it had been stabbed randomly by fine needles. There was a trace of sincere panic under the numbness, which made the young man quickly lower his head again.
This feeling is very strange, Xie Xiangcai has never felt it in the previous fifteen years.
The surrounding officials, men, cart drivers, and merchants who were drinking all had their eyes fixed on the woman. Suddenly, the whole hall fell into silence. In an instant, all the graceful women who were dancing with the wine and even playing music were eclipsed. .
The woman who was lightly covered with a red gauze on the pavilion seemed to feel a evasive gaze in the hall. Her narrow peach blossom eyes looked around, and finally looked into the young man's clear eyes with tacit understanding.
The two young cheeks turned red at the same time, and then they lowered their heads together, not daring to take another look.
The newly promoted oiran woman twisted the red gauze on the outside of her skirt with her fingers, almost turning out a flower.
Jin Yuanyang on the side was a smart man, but he couldn't tell what the court lady was thinking. His eyes moved slightly, and a somewhat wavering thought came into his mind.
"Owner——"
With a loud shout, a turtle man came to Golden Yuanyang holding a scroll.
Jin Yuanyang signaled Mr. Turtle to leave with a look, and then spread out the scroll in front of the oiran's wife.
The oiran lady just glanced at the scroll, and her little cherry mouth under the red gauze was slightly open and difficult to close.
The smile on Jin Yuanyang's face became even brighter, and his eyes kept glancing at Xie Xiangcai under the pavilion.
It turns out to be the Eighth Young Master...
No wonder Yi Piao is so talented!
Jin Yuanyang finally settled down on the idea that was still a bit wavering just now, and whispered a few words to the red tips of the oiran lady beside her.
I saw the oiran's pretty face was even redder, even brighter than the color of the red gauze.
"Owner...forget it..."
The oiran said in a delicate voice.
Jin Yuanyang's face changed slightly, and his tone became stern, "Yueying, your parents sent you to my Yuanyang House just so that you can have good food and clothing in the future. Do you know that this disciple of the old city lord is even a thousand miles away in Qingmeng City? What is the concept of thousands of miles? To put it bluntly, there is still thousands of miles between here and the imperial city. The Holy Spirit's words are useless. This world belongs to the old city lord who has the highest status and reputation. He can make a good relationship with his disciples who are closed to him. , isn’t it a beautiful thing? As long as you are a woman, you will fight for this opportunity..."
Yueying pursed her lips tightly, and finally with a sigh, she took a hydrangea from Jin Yuanyang's hand.
She absentmindedly threw it under the pavilion.
Jin Yuanyang cleared his throat and said, "The person who is hit by the hydrangea can spend a whole night with the courtesan."
As soon as the words fell, the faces of dozens of men in the hall turned red immediately. They stretched out their hands and stood on tiptoes, trying to catch the hydrangea floating in the air.
Above the pavilion, the oiran's fingertips quietly poked out, preparing to use a soft force to push the hydrangea to the young man who lowered his head and pretended to pick vegetables.
However, at this moment, a breeze blew into the hall from the half-opened window at the back, and the hydrangea was blown around in the air in the hall, and finally slowly fell in front of Xie Xiangcai's table.
Above the pavilion, the courtesan and the golden mandarin duck were both stunned.
What an unintentional trick!
It is said that it is unintentional, but in fact it is intentional. It is just that God has made a beautiful move and has matched the wishes of both of them.
I don't know if the young man was still thinking about the girl from Fengxue Village, or for some reason, he didn't get up and pick up the hydrangea in front of the table that made countless men gnash their teeth with envy. He just let it lie on the ground, unable to be blown by the wind.
Jin Yuanyang was a little anxious when he saw this, "Master, why don't you pick up the hydrangeas and spend a spring night with the oiran?"
Xie Xiangcai's face turned red and his head was as big as a bucket. In the end, he had no choice but to be scolded, cursed and intimidated by the men around him. He stood up, picked up the hydrangea, and headed up the stairs by accident.
The young man's face turned red with each step, and his brain became hot with each step. When he landed on the top step of the stairs with the last step, his cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed, which was very endearing.
Why only one point?
Nine points were taken away by Yue Ying, the newly promoted court lady not far away!
Xie Xiangcai grabbed the hydrangea with trembling hands, raised his head suddenly, and looked into the watery eyes on the red gauze again.
For a moment, the world was silent and silent.
Yueying's two index fingers had already been wrapped in layers of red gauze. The originally soft silk made the fingers red and swollen from exhaustion.
The golden mandarin duck on the side couldn't help but ponder.
The newly promoted little oiran, who can be watched from a distance but not played with, is as guarded as a jade. When she meets this handsome and elegant disciple of the immortal, the sparks created are so young.
Jin Yuanyang has always been interested in profit, but when faced with two people with such pure hearts, the sincere feelings buried in his heart for a long time were inevitably aroused, but they were quickly suppressed.
She walked towards Xie Xiangcai with a smile, and lightly tapped his forehead with her fingertips, and a light pink luster flashed through Xie Xiangcai's eyes.
Xie Xiangcai felt that he was in a trance for a while, and then he followed Yue Ying unconsciously towards a boudoir deep in the attic.
