It is said to be Wang Xilou's hometown, but when Wang Xilou comes to recognize it, there are almost no traces of the past.
In the past, this place might have been a piece of yellow land. On summer days when I think about it, I would sweat. There would have been a bell tower, bells in the morning and drums in the evening, and people on the street, generally with sallow complexions and thin skin.
Wang Xilou was actually very smart when she was alive. She was a pretty girl from all over the country. At that time, she was working as a female dressmaker, and her brothers were playing around her. She mended clothes with needle and thread, and cut up the unnecessary fabrics to hold the soles of her shoes. She would sell it to support the family, thinking about finding a suitable husband in the future, and thinking about marrying her husband and raising children in a year or two. As a result, there was a famine that year, and she happily got married and lay in a coffin.
Later, it wandered around for three hundred years, like a ghost in this land, without even knowing what it was.
Until it was picked up by someone, or in other words, picked up by someone.
The water you look down at is a thousand-year-old water, and the trees you look up at are century-old trees, but Wang Xilou will feel strange no matter how you look at it.
Seeing that her little apprentice had walked out, she quickly followed him.
"I'll carry it, this bag is so heavy." She grabbed the bag unreasonably.
Feng Wuli looked back at her.
Wang Xilou looked back innocently and was pulled to his side by the hand.
"You are not my maid, don't you think you are really too nice to me?"
"I still need to be praised for being kind to you." She was dissatisfied.
"That's already doting."
"No matter what you say, I'll carry it. I'll tire you out later." She persisted.
There was a couple nearby. The boy turned around frequently and looked at the girl holding the boy's backpack. He couldn't see the face, but only saw the dazzling curves of the little zombie. The woman's voice was very nice, like a breeze supporting a willow, making her think.
And what kind of speech is this? It must be a science fiction movie!
No, that woman must be ugly!
Then he saw the girl's face.
"..."
Strange, why do you look at Liu Yifei? If I'm not sure, I'll look at it again, and it looks a bit like Liu Shishi, and a bit like Satomi Ishihara.
She must have been bewitched, this woman is so pitiful.
"I'll carry your backpack if you want."
"Well, forget it...actually you can carry me on your back for a while."
Wang Xilou's kindness to her is actually a bit deformed. Because she has really lost something, she always worries about gains and losses when looking at herself. She is afraid of falling if she holds her hand, and is afraid of melting away. She thinks about how to protect her.
Precious things become more precious when lost.
In fact, it was not necessary, but no matter what he said, she would still be like this, and Feng Wuli ignored her.
After taking a taxi, we went to the hotel to put down our bags and check out the accommodation environment.
The two beds and bedding in the room looked fluffier than at home.
"Have you felt your shadow since you came here?"
Feng Wuli opened the curtain, and he could see the street scene outside.
There were a few broken clouds dyed golden and red, and the tall office building with glass walls just reflected a dark golden light, which hit the upper part of the window, splitting the room and the wind in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows into two unreasonable parts. , only the upper body is exposed to the dark golden sunset.
In the early autumn of Jinling, it should be that the fog loses the towers and the moon loses the Jindu. There are no towers and no Jindu here, but the scenery is not bad.
The little zombie took off his shoes, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and stood with the little apprentice.
She put her hands at the corners of her brows to serve as the brim of her hat, leaning against the glass as if looking out at the people below who were as small and busy as ants.
I couldn’t help but sigh:
"It's really amazing. It only lasts for a few hundred years. No matter how powerful the practitioner is, he can't create such a prosperous age. It seems that practice has no meaning at all."
"You can't say that. Cultivation and technology both make life better. If you feel it, it means something."
"That's right. Master sold him a tooth for tens of thousands, and he lived a happy life."
"I didn't want you to feel that way..."
He glanced at her: "Have you felt your shadow? If so, let's catch it."
Wang Xilou rolled up his hands into a telescope and looked around:
"Reporting to apprentice, no discovery was made."
"Let's go to the practitioners' market later. I've always heard that there are many things to see in the practitioners' market in Jinling."
Feng Wuli looked at the cultivator forum. The aura of monsters here in Jinling was several times higher than that in Junsha. The little zombie was lying on the bed. Feng Wuli glanced at it and was having fun.
Feng Wuli also leaned over to watch her play.
Occasionally give the little zombie a scratch when she is frowning and thinking.
She was very impatient: "Master has seen it, he has many hands and feet."
Feng Wuli didn't dare to speak.
Then I looked at her WeChat. In the Qingdi's WeChat group, Lord Qingdi sent a photo.
Someone Qing: Two little guys came to the zoo
Someone Qing: [Picture]
In the picture are two fawns, which look so naive.
The bottom circle responded to the topic of Lord Qingdi. Many people said that Lord Qingdi was originally in the zoo, and there were groups organized to see him.
Feng Wuli looked happy. Wang Xilou asked him what he was happy about. He told her how the two fawns came to be, and then the master and the apprentice had fun together.
They were getting ready to go out at around six o'clock. Feng Wuli stood by the door and watched the little zombie put on stiletto sandals. He suddenly thought of the lingering relationship at noon yesterday, and felt a little hot and itchy in his heart.
"Does it feel like a date?" he asked.
Wang Xilou put on his shoes and smiled: "Every time I took you out, Master thought it was a date."
Feng Wuli was silent for a while, then said a little confusedly: "I want to live forever, so I don't have to worry about gains and losses anymore."
"ah?"
Wang Xilou was stunned for a moment. When he met those eyes, his eyelids trembled and he hummed softly.
The two went out.
She bowed her head and came over to hold her little apprentice's hand, "The world is dangerous, we master and apprentice will go together and return together!"
Feng Wuli smiled and pinched it. This master-disciple game was just for Wang Xilou's own entertainment, but he had never admitted it.
For dinner, they went to Xinfangyuan Restaurant. Wang Xilou asked why they came here, and Feng Wuli answered her.
“I’ve tried A Bite of China, and many people from Jinling come here, so it’s definitely true.”
After serving some Huaiyang dishes with fine cutting skills, Feng Wuli asked her if they tasted the same as she remembered.
"What are you thinking about? Master, how could you eat these before? Those who foraged in the fields only ate steamed buns and cold vegetables."
"It seems so."
"But it's pretty good. Do you like it? I'd like the master to learn how to do it for you."
The correct way to open the Confucius Temple is to visit it at night. This place, like the people around you, is from five hundred years ago.
You can also see the iron trees and silver flowers on both sides of the Qinhuai River. Many of them come here to play during the National Day. Most of them are young people and there are many couples.
Feng Wuli took the initiative to take the little zombie's hand and rubbed it calmly. Wang Xilou always felt like he was rubbing mud on himself.
There is a street not far from Confucius Temple. It is also an ancient street, but it looks much deserted. There is a small archway in front of the street.
This is the same as Master Ali's mountain tunnel. Ordinary people just walk through it. If you want to enter the practitioners' market, you need to pick up a lantern from a lantern buying place in front of the street, light the lantern and walk through the archway.
The lantern seller was setting up a street stall and was wearing a raincoat. He looked at Feng Wuli and then at Wang Xilou next to him. He was amazed and said, "Hey, this zombie is of good quality. Brother, do you want to sell it?"
Wang Xilou heard this and asked out of curiosity: "How much did it cost?"
"Ah, girl, I'm so sorry. I'll apologize to you for looking at your mouth."
"Hey? Ask me, how much is a zombie like me worth?"
The coir raincoat stall owner gave her a strange look: "This aura starts at eight million."
Hearing this, the little zombie nodded, turned around and whispered beside Feng Wuli, "Did you hear that? Master is so valuable."
Feng Wuli didn't know what to reply, so he could only nod his head: "Awesome."
"??"
Feng Wuli took a lantern and entered the entrance of the archway. The two of them walked through a mirror and moved away. The hustle and bustle behind them was far away, and a long street that was completely made in ancient times appeared in front of them.
It's also night here, but there are stars in the sky, and it's full of stars. The majestic Milky Way hangs high in the sky, and the southeast direction has a particularly layered feel.
"Oh, so beautiful." The little zombie also felt very beautiful.
There are vendors all over the street here, and there is a stall on the street selling everything. It feels like an antique market, but this is an antique market for practitioners and monsters, which adds a mysterious element to it.
The shops on both sides are also opened by monsters and practitioners. The streets are filled with lights, and yellow and red lanterns are hung on the roadside.
It's like entering the filming set of a costume drama.
It was very fresh, so Feng Wuli looked around to see what was on sale. He had to distinguish between genuine and fake ones, and he looked to see if there was anything interesting.
I saw an oil painting on a stall, a woman in black clothes with a yellow background.
He was silent for a long time, and looked at each other with the stall owner dressed as a migrant worker, who smiled with big yellow teeth.
Feng Wuli asked politely: "Is this genuine?"
"That's an ironclad guarantee, hey! Look what you asked."
Feng Wuli nodded and stopped asking about the price.
It’s so tragic, the one in the Louvre is fake.
"Come and see, that guy is so awesome." The little zombie pulled him over excitedly.
There is a show to watch in the circled open space over there. It is different from those acrobatics. A big man with unshaven beard is performing a puppet show. It is a puppet held by dozens of strings. The puppet is doing various actions. It looks amazing, and it is similar to the puppet show. Like life.
The audience enjoyed watching it, and it was indeed wonderful.
"If I can learn this craft, Master won't be afraid that the incense and candle shop will close down and there will be no place to make money."
The little zombie is still thinking about how to make money in the future.
Feng Wuli glanced at her. He looked at the little zombie very seriously. He pursed his lips and said, "Give me your talisman. I will definitely be better at operating it than that puppet master."
Then I got a beating.
After a while, Wang Xilou pretended not to care and said, "Do you really want it? That talisman."
"Huh? Just talking."
"I'll give it to you when I get back. You can hide it in the right emperor's room for safety."
Feng Wuli scratched his head and said oh.
There is nothing wrong with Wang Xilou. She keeps a thing that restrains her in the world, but if the talisman is destroyed, she will also suffer backlash.
This disgusted Wang Xilou for more than eight hundred years, and he still had to hide and protect this talisman.
During a break, the unshaven man held up his hand and asked for a reward. The puppet that was full of spiritual energy just a moment ago suddenly fell down.
The limbs are twisted and the head is tilted, which is very penetrating.
This is a way to invite gods. The big man just put his penis into the doll, so it is so dexterous and touching.
The places to visit here are much more interesting. Feng Wuli saw a lot of gadgets, which were all very interesting.
Especially for some spiritually entangled creations, there are also disputes among the cultivators' schools here, and there is a smell of gunpowder among various sects secretly competing for the top spot.
The little zombie went to the toilet, while Feng Wuli waited in front of several stalls. He saw some interesting gadgets and started chatting with the boss.
He bought a fan and used it to make the wind blow out to help him sleep.
He tried it, but after just one try, he felt a little tired.
This thing is also related to the consumption of spiritual power, and the conversion rate is not high, unless it is used by immortals, so it is not very expensive, only five thousand yuan.
What Feng Wuli lacks most is spiritual power.
In the future, he can open a sleep aid shop and keep the business well. He bought it so that he can use it when he has insomnia, and he likes this spiritual creation very much.
He visited several street stalls, and no man could resist the feeling of treasure hunting.
He stopped at a stall again. The stall owner was dressed in black robes, with his head lowered and his face in the shadow of the hood, but his figure should be that of a girl.
"This hairpin..."
"You know your stuff, boy, I'm telling you, this hairpin has a lot of history. When Taizu fought in the north and south..."
The stall owner was talking eloquently and looked like a talkative person, but Feng Wuli was stunned.
"Wang Xilou?"
The stall owner looked up instantly and was stunned for a moment when he saw Feng Wuli.
Then she pulled down her hood, revealing a face exactly like Wang Xilou's.
But his temperament is more elegant than that of Wang Xilou now, and closer to that of hundreds of years ago.
She stared at the boy in front of her with wide eyes.
His face was full of disbelief.
"you!"
He stepped on his stall with bare feet. He stepped on something hard and jumped. This awkward feeling was also very Wang Xilou.
Then he jumped up in three steps and two steps, and hugged the boy in front of him very hard.
"You, you're not dead? Aren't you dead?"
"I didn't recognize the wrong person, did you? Are you really back? Am I not dreaming?"
As she spoke, she suddenly started crying.
Feng Wuli was also stunned.
People were coming and going on the street, and many people or monsters noticed this and cast their gazes.
He quickly comforted the people on him.
"Are you a shadow? Which one are you?"
"I miss you so much."
She sobbed and kept saying, "You don't know, I had another dream some time ago. I dreamed that you were telling me in the yard how to take care of those flowers. I wanted to talk to you, but you couldn't even hear me."
She was crying and whimpering, her shoulders were twitching and she couldn't speak clearly, but she kept talking and hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she was afraid that the person in her arms would run away.
"I'm sorry. I promised you not to see me cry. I'm sorry. Youhuang, Suoguan, and the demons are all on you. Why didn't you come to me earlier?"
She talks a lot and is the opposite extreme of Youhuang, but her love for herself is no less generous.
Feng Wuli smiled and comforted: "Well, I'm back."
When Wang Xilou came back, she saw her little apprentice being held by someone. She couldn't figure out what was going on. She came over and saw a girl in tattered clothes, but with her face pressed against her face.
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