After passing through a portal of bones, a blue halo flashed through, and then there was a large hill of bones. Blue will-o'-the-wisps were floating and burning on the hills. The water of Wangchuan was still flowing forward, and finally converged. Entering the seemingly endless Dulingyuan in front of me.
Sitting on the boat and looking down, the dark blue lake gradually turned black, and finally turned into a dead silence. The bottom of the boat creaked. Just when Xiaochen was confused, he discovered that ghost hands were slowly moving under the flower boats around him. Emerge and continue to push the flower boat forward.
Qianbai Ghost Hands looked over and saw the bones, and then there was nothing there, which was particularly horrifying.
"The bones make a boat, and the soul crosses the river of forgetfulness..."
Xiaochen couldn't help but murmured these words, which surprised Ling'er who was sitting opposite.
"Master Xiao, it looks like you came prepared? Hahaha!" Ling'er laughed as she spoke. She was about to continue moving her hands, but then stopped.
"But unfortunately...he is a boring person."
Listening to Ling'er's taunting with resentment, Xiaochen's face was also calm and composed, and he didn't pay too much attention to it. The soul in the bone boat was locked and could not escape for thousands of years. The soul on the boat was probably suffering from psychological problems for a long time.
At this time, Ling'er's extremely charming voice sounded again: "The oiran this time is particularly pitiful. Mr. Xiao, do you want to take a look first?"
Xiaochen looked at the lake and pretended that he didn't hear anything. He had no interest in this oiran.
The lake was already very crowded, and the spirit boats were close together. Xiao Chen could even clearly see a few passengers on the side. All of them were men. The ghosts responsible for guiding them also had their own styles, but most of them were wearing heavy makeup. , it’s not as good as him taking this one on the boat.
The lake surface not far in front of us began to fluctuate violently, and then a pavilion stage engraved with ghost flowers gradually emerged. It was as gorgeous as the most famous flower building in the world, but the vermilion building was different from the On the blue rubble, there are no lanterns at this time, but bright soul-crossing flags hanging, making the flower tower even more strange, and the wood used to build the pavilion also looks full of gloom.
Looking closely, there is a plaque engraved on the front of the flower building: "The flower building is full of souls crossing!"
"If I guess correctly, the pavilions are all made of dark golden nanmu." Xiaochen observed carefully and came to a conclusion.
He is really rich and powerful. The gloomy golden nanmu is a low-grade earth-level material. A small piece can easily be sold for tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones.
"Master Xiao, don't be distracted, the first level is about to begin!" Ling'er transformed into a flower fan at this time, opened it half-closed, covering half of her face, and said quietly.
Xiaochen then focused his attention on the stage.
The vermilion door suddenly opened, and red smoke escaped from the house, like fast-growing vines, climbing on the ground. Women wearing red gauze and gorgeously dressed walked out, holding a small bottle in their hands. The flowers on the other side of the altar are scattered on the ground with the dance.
The blood-red Hibiscus flower seemed to fall to the ground meaninglessly, but in fact it closed secretly. When the dancer finished her song and retreated to the side, a huge Higan flower pattern was formed on the ground.
At this time, the foreplay was over, and all 12 doors below the Oiran Tower suddenly opened. The red mist escaped along with the scent of rouge, and correspondingly, the petals of Bianganhua fell from the sky.
For a time, the light and shadow were clever, the petals were flying like blood, and the red mist on the ground began to gradually dissipate. A very charming figure stood on the stage, with a red skirt flowing down like a silk willow, and the gauze skirt below was loose and loose. Wearing it on her body, naturally exposed her entire right shoulder and right arm. Looking down, she saw that the white bandage blocked the towering mountain peaks at an inappropriate time, which made people sigh.
The red lips on the face are as bright as the sun, the corners of the eyes are tender and freehand, and the red Higan flower pattern is dotted in the center of the forehead, which adds a bit of charm. There are all kinds of sadness on the face, and there are all kinds of charm on the face.
Xiaochen looked at the figure on the stage, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Lan Xin!!!"
Although the other party was carefully dressed up, his clothes and even his temperament were greatly changed, the familiarity between his eyebrows and the bandages on his body shocked Xiaochen.
Ling'er seemed to have expected it, covering her mouth and smiling: "Sure enough! Men are like this, they can't walk when they see a beautiful woman!!"
"I looked like a monk just now, but now when I see the courtesan, I want to turn into a wolf and pounce on her!"
Xiao Chen tried hard to control his breath, his eyes were filled with unsteady thoughts, and his fists were clenching. After hearing the ghost's taunt, he immediately glanced back with a cold face.
My heart was also turbulent and it was difficult to calm down.
"Why is Lan Xin here?"
"No...no...at this point in time, she should be practicing with Kendo Wuchen!"
"Is this really Lan Xin in front of me? Did I see it wrong? Or maybe it's a way for ghosts to confuse people..."
Just as Xiaochen looked at the oiran on the stage in surprise, the oiran's gaze seemed to sweep across everyone. When it fell on Xiaochen, his eyes suddenly trembled, and then he quickly looked away, turned around, lowered his head and walked into the house. .
"Lan Xin..." Xiao Chen naturally noticed this scene. The moment he met the eyes of the oiran, he was sure that the person on the stage was Lan Xin, the Lan Xin of Wuwuya.
"Don't let me know who did it, he's dead." Xiaochen thought angrily.
After a while, Xiaochen calmed down. He knew clearly that it was useless to be anxious. The current situation was complicated and required careful planning.
At this time, Xiaochen suddenly remembered the words of the man in the inn, "The winner can spend the night with the oiran..."
"Then I have to win this oiran competition, and win the first prize, so that I can have the opportunity to be in the same room with Lan Xin, and then have the opportunity to take her with me!"
Xiao Chen touched the Kong Ran Ling in his arms, his eyes were extremely determined, even if he had to use Lord Kong Ran's favor, he would take Lan Xin out of here.
Ling'er looked at the man in front of her who stood motionless and looked shocked, and did not continue teasing him, and said: "Master Xiao... has come to his senses! The first question is about to come."
Of course, Xiao Chen was not stunned. He looked at Ling'er with a cold face and sat down. The current situation was complicated. Let's read the question first and think about it slowly.
At this time, a woman wearing a long robe and a red skirt stepped forward. The clothes on her chest seemed to be torn apart, revealing a large expanse of towering snow-white. The transparent silk under the sleeves fell down, barely covering the hidden area, making it semi-transparent. Toru looked even more alluring. Her gorgeous makeup and seductive figure immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The woman clapped her hands, and Sagiri followed the movement, spreading out slightly, revealing her long, fair legs underneath, which seemed to be tied with red knots, which made people's blood boil even more.
"The little girl's name is Rong Ye. I will give you the topic of the flower boat crossing the river this time. Oops! The slave family saw many young masters... I couldn't hold it back anymore..." Rong Ye opened the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. This smile The petals falling in the sky seemed to have lost their color.
"Miss Ye!"
The howling of wolves also sounded from the flower boat in the audience! The atmosphere was pushed to a climax for a while!
Rong Ye gently placed his fingers on his lips, as if to say: Be quiet! Quiet!
This slightly cooled down the heated atmosphere in the audience, but her actions also made some people completely lose their minds.
"Miss Ye! I'm here!" said a man on the flower boat. Then he stood up suddenly, jumped off the spirit boat, and wanted to swim over quickly, but when he touched the water, the ghost hands suddenly became excited. They surrounded him, covered his mouth, pulled his legs, hugged him tightly, and dragged him under the lake.
The commotion made many people shudder and their eyes sobered up.
Xiaochen looked at the spirit boat that was slowly sinking after losing its passengers, and his eyes were condensed.
Those ghost hands underground are too weird, so don’t go into the water!
He glanced around, but if he didn't get into the water, how could he run away later? Xiaochen immediately looked at Ling'er, his eyes moved slightly, and after a few glances, he didn't say anything in the end.
"Master Xiao, do you regret it? Hahaha!" Ling'er said again, wiped the corners of her mouth, leaned forward, lay down under Xiaochen's knees, raised her face and said, "It's not impossible now!"
Xiaochen didn't even look at it, and turned his gaze back to the stage, but his tone was still much more relaxed, and he said calmly: "Miss Ling'er, please respect yourself!"
"Boring!" After hearing this, Ling'er looked even more ashamed and angry. Mianruo turned into a fierce ghost again, long nails grew out of her hands, and she immediately wanted to strangle Xiaochen to death.
But in the end, she just pretended to be pretentious. Seeing that Xiaochen didn't show any surprise or fear, she sat back angrily, turned her face, and snorted coldly. She was obviously very angry.
Rong Ye on the stage smiled again and said seductively: "You must have seen the courtesan who crossed the river by boat this time! The slave's heart couldn't stop beating when he saw it! I wonder how everyone here feels?"
After a short pause, feeling the warm atmosphere in the audience, Rong Ye spoke again: "At this moment, everyone should have thousands of things to say, and they also want to express their true feelings to the oiran! So, everyone, please listen carefully to the first question Oh!"
"Write a poem with the theme of Flower of the Other Side and Oiran, and I will give you three sticks of incense time!" When Rong Ye said this, he also took it seriously. His spiritual energy surged in his hands, and he rolled up the pattern of Flower of the Other Side on the ground and stood on it. in the air.
"Come on, I'm waiting for the answers from you talented people!" After saying that, Rong Ye moved around and disappeared. There was an incense stand in the middle of the stage. The first incense stick on the far left had begun to burn, and wisps of green smoke were rising. rise.
Xiaochen looked at the huge flower pattern in front of him and recalled Lan Xin's charming makeup, and his thoughts began to flow in his heart.
"Three sticks of incense are equivalent to one and a half hours..."
Frowning, he also had a lot of poems in his mind, but there were very few that fit both Oiran and Hibiscus Flower. Perhaps they needed to be combined and created.
Ling'er turned around and seemed to be no longer angry. She covered her mouth and floated to Xiaochen's right side. She spoke softly into Xiaochen's ear, "I wonder if Mr. Xiao has any ideas?"
Xiaochen was still immersed in his own thoughts and ignored her, which made her grit her teeth.
"Humph!" Ling'er sat back across from him, her pretty face turned cold, and she planned to ignore Xiao Chen in front of her again.
