"A portrayal of a lifetime?" Yinglang was still at a loss.

Although he thinks that he is Chinese, he only understands some Chinese languages, such as Xue Tao, a slightly obscure historical figure, he doesn't know at all.

The Rakshasa didn't care about Yinglang's reaction, and still said slowly: "'The branches welcome the birds from the north and the south, and the leaves send the wind to and fro' is of course a good sentence, but this poem came out of the mouth of an eight-year-old girl, which inevitably brought some children's personal affairs prematurely. So at that time, Xue Tao's father was happy and worried, happy that his daughter had such talent, and worried about his daughter's future future.

It turns out that Xue Tao's father was right to worry. After the death of Xue Tao's father, Xue Tao's family fell into the middle, and the 14-year-old Xue Tao could only be reduced to the military camp to become a Le Ji. Later, Xue Tao's talent was discovered by Wei Gao and became a girls' school book. But it didn't take long for Wei Gao to be demoted to a remote area because of receiving gifts.

And the tragedy of fate has just begun, and at this time, Xue Tao met the man she will never forget for the rest of her life - Yuan Zhen. She liked this man who was 11 years younger than him very much, but Yuan Zhen only accompanied her for three months before quietly leaving.

Xue Taoleji's identity and disparity in age are both negative factors for Yuan Zhen's career, and it is impossible for the two of them at all.

Xue Tao knew this very well, so she didn't complain about the sky and people, and she didn't hold a grudge against Yuan Zhen. Instead, he took off a red dress and put on a gray robe, ending the vigorous first half of his life and turning into the lower half of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha. In Huanhuaxi, where she lives, people come and go, and the hustle and bustle is incomparable, but it has never been able to break the tranquility of Xue Tao's heart.

Until the sixth year of Yamato, Xue Tao closed his eyes and left this world. And her life is completely in line with the poem she wrote when she was eight years old - the branches welcome the birds from the north and south, and the leaves send the wind to and fro. She is like the sycamore tree in the yard of her hometown, she has experienced prosperity and loneliness, and she has experienced unforgettable experiences, but in the end she left nothing but alone. ”

The Rakshasa woman said quietly, and Yinglang also listened quietly.

As he spoke, he could already see the noisy crowd in the distance, but he was at the foot of the Holy Sakura Mountain.

Seeing that the Rakshasa girl finished speaking, Yinglang's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed and said: "I understand, you compare yourself to Xue Tao, and you also want to emulate Xue Tao's Green Lantern Ancient Buddha for this remnant life, right?"

The Rakshasa smiled and was even more beautiful than the shibazakura blooming in the distance.

"I'm not emulating her, it's just that some people don't deserve love. ”

With that, the Rakshasa walked towards the crowd.

Yinglang was stunned behind, smacking for a long time, and didn't understand what the Rakshasa girl meant.

I could only shake my head and keep up.

The two walked through the crowd and came to Wang Yong's side.

At this time, Wang Yong had not officially entered, and was squinting at the foot of the Holy Sakura Mountain looking at the mountain.

"It's all settled?" Wang Yong asked Rakshasa Girl.

Rakshasa nodded.

Wang Yong glanced at the Rakshasa Girl with some surprise and said, "It's really just a little miscellaneous fish? It doesn't make sense! Those people don't really think that they can take my head with a few third-rate killers, right? ”

The Rakshasa raised her eyebrows unconvinced: "What? are you questioning my strength in disguise?"

Wang Yong smiled: "No, I'm correctly assessing my strength." ”

Hearing this, the Rakshasa was silent.

Indeed, with Wang Yong's strength, the other party really wants to do something to Wang Yong, and he shouldn't just send such a batch of miscellaneous fish.

It's just that if there really is a bigger boss, where is it hidden?

The Rakshasa unconsciously looked at the crowd.

The crowd was so crowding that it was impossible to see the details of everyone's movements, and it was impossible to identify the enemy and me.

Look up the hill again.

Except for the Shibazakura, which spreads halfway up the mountain, there doesn't seem to be much danger.

"Don't look for it, you'll always come when it's time to come. Let's go, go meet Chiba Mako. He should have prepared a surprise for us today. ”

Wang Yong said, turning around and walking towards where Chiba Zhenxi was.

Showing their identities and passing through the security check, Wang Yong and the three finally entered the altar area.

And the reporters around immediately pointed the camera at Wang Yong.

"Teacher Wang is here! Teacher Wang is here, come on, Teacher Wang!" This is a Chinese reporter.

"Oh, that abominable Chinese guy is here! Hurry up and aim at him!" this is a CNN reporter.

"Wang Yong finally appeared, and the long wait made us think that he had fled without a fight. Let's wait and see how Mr. Chiba Maki will turn the tide and save Toyo's lost face!"

Although half a month has passed, I still can't help but feel some heart palpitations when I see this face. I think many South Koreans should feel the same way as me, this is a man who doesn't know whether to hate or respect. He dealt a heavy blow to South Korea's national self-confidence, but he did point out the fatal problems in the development of South Korean culture. He was the one who sparked the movement for the restoration of Chinese characters, which is now being strongly called for by young South Koreans. Today, the people who have suffered this kind of pain have been replaced by Orientals, and South Korea can finally breathe a sigh of relief......" The South Korean reporter was deeply touched and gushed to himself.

Wang Yong kept waving his hand towards the camera, looking like a big star.

Many Oriental people who came to watch the battle were so angry that they cursed.

Ahead, Chiba Zhenxi looked at Wang Yong coming over, with a smile on his face, like a host who sincerely welcomed friends to come as guests, and stretched out his right hand to Wang Yong.

"Mr. Wang Yong, welcome to the annual Shibazakura Festival at Sacred Sakura Mountain. ”

"Shibazakura Festival?" Wang Yong's eyes flashed.

The Shibazakura Festival is a cherry blossom festival held annually in the East, and it is nominally a festival, but it is actually a celebration. It's nothing more than eating, drinking, and playing, similar to the temple fairs in China.

It's just that Wang Yong is not mistaken, this year's Holy Sakura Mountain should have held a Shibazakura Festival, and Chiba Zhenxi held it again, what is the intention?

"Yes, the theory is too serious, it is better to change it to the Shibazakura Festival, which is softer and more friendly, what do you think?" Chiba asked Wang Yong with a smile.

Wang Yong snorted coldly, and instantly understood Chiba Zhen's intentions: "I'm afraid you are a drunkard and don't mean to be in the bar?" It's just that if you talk about learning, the audience only pays attention to victory and defeat; and if it is changed to the Shibazakura Festival, the audience has to pay attention to the scenery and folk culture of the Orient, which is extremely beneficial to the promotion of Oriental culture." You've got a good hand at it!"

"Oops, you've seen through it. Chiba Maki smiled with some regret.

I just couldn't see a trace of chagrin on my face.

This is an upright conspiracy, even if Wang Yong sees through it, what can he do? Originally, he didn't want to hide it from Wang Yong.

"It's time for the festival to begin. Chiba Maki said, walking towards the altar that stood in the sea of shiba cherry blossoms.

Wang Yong followed closely and did not say a word.

Chiba Masashi wanted to show the world Oriental culture, and Wang Yong could understand it. Wang Yong will do the same.

It's just that Chiba Maki doesn't seem to realize one thing, the better he shows, the more brilliant the Chinese culture will be if he loses in his studies!

At this time, the media area and the audience area were also in a commotion after learning that the Shibazakura Festival was about to take place.

"Didn't the Shibazakura Festival already take place once in May? Why do you want to do it again?"

"I don't know, maybe Chiba-sensei has other intentions?"

"Fool, the more fun festivals like the Shibazakura Festival, the better! Not only can you eat and drink for free, but you can also enjoy all kinds of performances, so why not?"

"That's right. Actually, I've always thought that the Shibazakura Festival would be the best place in the summer when the mountain opens. Chiba-sensei did what I had in mind. Unconditional support!"

Oriental people are talking, and foreign tourists are at a loss.

However, after a short exchange, they soon knew that the upcoming festival was full of oriental characteristics, and they were also excited.

Isn't tourism just about experiencing different customs and scenery?

Now that someone else has put it in front of you, what else is there to say?

Foreign media reporters began to pick up information about the Shibazakura Festival, and began to supplement their knowledge and explain it to their own audiences.

The Chiba Masako's Yomoo has already received initial results, and before the festival has even begun, foreign audiences have begun to take the initiative to learn about the cultural meaning of the Shibazakura Festival.

Chiba Maki noticed this scene and couldn't help but show a smug smile.

The Oriental official who accompanied Chiba Maki also smiled with satisfaction.

Regardless of whether you win or lose, at least Toyo will not lose. Compared to Yoshio Funakoshi, Chiba Maki's hand is simply many times higher!

The Oriental official stepped forward and appeared on the altar in front of the altar.

As the official representative of the government, he needs to stand up for the show.

"I am glad that you have come to participate in this Shibazakura Festival, and this Shibazakura Festival has prepared a variety of food and cultural performances for everyone. Of course, the long-awaited battle between Mr. Chiba Makoshi and Mr. Wang Yong also belongs to the program category of this festival. ”

"Shameless! isn't this an advertisement with Master?" Ying Lang couldn't help but scold when he heard this.

Wang Yong smiled slightly, not angry, just waved his hand to signal Yinglang to continue listening.

"Don't talk nonsense, I believe that this Shibazakura Festival will definitely leave unforgettable memories for everyone!

Oriental officials stepped down.

Chiba Maki slowly walked up to the high platform amid the cheers of the Oriental audience.

His face was majestic, he glanced around, and just wanted to open his mouth to give a direct sacrifice, when suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of Wang Yong.

"There are friends from afar, and they don't say it. Mr. Wang is a guest from afar, would you like to take the lead in making a speech for this festival?"

"This old thing, it's okay to use Master! I still want Master to give him a platform! Daydream! Master, don't go. Yinglang muttered dissatisfiedly.

Who knew that Wang Yong smiled happily and walked onto the stage.

"It's an honor to be invited by Master Chiba. It's just that I'm a shallow learner, and if I lose face at this Shibazakura Festival, I ask Master Chiba not to blame. Wang Yong said.

Chiba Maki waved his hand: "How could it be?" Mr. Wang spoke freely. ”

A playful smile flashed in Wang Yong's eyes, as if he expected Chiba to say so, and walked to the front of the altar.

And Chiba Maki didn't know why, and suddenly felt palpitations in his heart, as if he had done something wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong at all.