"The relationship between the foolish monk and Xiaoxi?" Master Fengluan was a little puzzled: "What does Mr. Su He mean...... By the way, what did Tanuki say?"

Sun Suhe shook his head: "He didn't say it." ”

Master Fengluan couldn't help but smile: "He also knows that his heart is weak. ”

"Probably, it should be, it's because Master Tanuki hasn't had time to tell me yet. "Sun Su Hexin said that I should help you, so as not to blame me for not being righteous enough for a while.

Master Fengluan seemed to be touched by the memory, and after a moment's distraction, he whispered: "The white hair ruthlessly invades the old realm, and the green light tastes like childhood." Xiaoxi is the sister of the foolish monk's childhood sweetheart. ”

Sun Suhe screamed in his heart, Grandmaster Fengluan and Granny Yu turned out to be brother and sister? No wonder the fat cat had a weak heart, but Sun Suhe said, "It turns out that the master is actually a fox?"

Master Fengluan shook his paws and said, "No, no, it's true that Xiaoxi is a fox, but the skin of the foolish monk is indeed a red panda." The father of the foolish monk is the adopted son of Grandpa Xiaoxi. The mother of the foolish monk was born in Shennong Cave. ”

"I see. ”

Although Master Fengluan had reached the point, he faintly answered many doubts in Sun Suhe's heart, and in this complicated situation, he finally felt some clear veins.

"Although we are not related by blood, we are indeed brothers and sisters, and it may not be easy for humans to understand, heh, in fact, what about blood, how can there be fewer tragedies of people in the same room?"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. Master Fengluan clasped his claws and said, "The foolish monk thinks that the bond between relatives is not blood, but love. Mr. Su He is willing to help Xiaoxi eliminate the disaster, so generous, the foolish monk is really grateful. ”

Master Fengluan said solemnly, and Sun Suhe felt ashamed, so he had to follow the appearance of Master Fengluan, clasped his palms together, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

Master Fengluan slowly shook his big fluffy tail, the tea room meditation room quietly disappeared, the tatami mat under his feet turned into a solid cement floor and expanded endlessly to the surroundings, countless buildings rose from the ground, Sun Suhe raised his eyes and looked around, only to see the iconic Tokyo Tower standing not far ahead.

"Is this the street of Tokyo?" asked Sun Suhe.

"Exactly. ”

Master Fengluan waved his claws into the air, and out of thin air grabbed a string of eighteen jade hand prayer beads made of Bodhi seeds. He held it in his paws and handed it to Sun Suhe, and said: "This string of prayer beads is the foolish monk's belongings, as long as you carry it closely, even if you leave the foolish monk's side, it will still be my 'dream man'. Please Mr. Su He accept it. ”

"Then you're welcome. Sun Suhe was not verbose, "But, we are still in a dream now, right?" he asked.

"It was in a dream that I could accept this rosary. Master Feng Luan replied, "It's just that this time the Yin and Yang Province has moved the true character, and under such high-intensity calculations, even the foolish monks themselves feel that even the foolish monks themselves are not optimistic. It's a shame to say that I am fortunate to be favored by "Wave and Sand Order", but it has only been this string of rosaries for so many years. ”

Master Fengluan said and flew up slowly, he looked into the distance, and opened his arms towards the end of the horizon: "With such a huge range, to accurately locate Mr. Su He's traces in it, it is necessary to use the large magic circles scattered all over the place. ”

Master Fengluan pointed to the sky with one claw, pointed to the ground with one claw, a round of red sun rising, illuminating the whole city, the crowd of people working on the street emerged like a torrent, Master Fengluan turned his head and looked at Sun Suhe with a smile: "'The time, the place, and the people' are the foundation of the formation, so there are traces to follow, the foolish monk has been in Tokyo for many years, and he can be regarded as touching some doorways, is Mr. Suhe willing to listen to the foolish monk's words?"

It was past seven o'clock in the morning.

A sedan pulls into a large mansion in Shirokanedai, Minato-ku, Tokyo, where the owner has been waiting for a long time. Getting out of the car was a young lady, dressed in a white shirt and a long black skirt, with a windbreaker draped over her shoulders, a rosewood cane in her hand, and the handshake carved into the shape of an ingenious bull's head, her long golden hair curled up slightly, forming a delicate bun, her mouth often smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were as motionless and dull as dead fish.

"Miss Borgia, contemptible Otani. The owner of the mansion greeted him and said a lot of polite words that he had admired for a long time. A translator who followed him then translated it into Spanish.

Miss Borgia smiled back, nodded reservedly, tapped her cane on the ground, and under Otani's guidance, the two sat down at the table. The waiters came and went, serving a well-prepared breakfast, but Miss Borgia politely tasted it and put down her knife and fork.

Ohtani asked, "Is it not to Miss Borgia's liking?" I can make the kitchen redo it at once. ”

Miss Borgia was not appreciative, and although she had her usual smile on her lips, her tone was very cold: "I remember that I did not come for breakfast. ”

Ohtani frowned slightly, looked at the translator, and the translator nodded again and again, indicating that this was the meaning of the original words, and he was completely truthfully translating. I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch. Otani smiled awkwardly, took the hot towel and wiped it, got up and said, "Please follow me." ”

In the study, Otani personally held out an extremely elegant piano case, which he opened with great care, and in the box was an antique violin.

"33 years ago, I sold my winery in France for this piano, and my family thought I was crazy, haha, where can they understand, Antonio Stradivari made the violin, if you miss it, you will be crazy, and you will drown in regret for the rest of your life. ”

Antonio Stradivari was one of the 17th and 18th century Italian string instrument makers, and his stringed instruments are considered to be the highest in history, and each Stradivari is priceless.

Miss Borgia took the violin, her slender fingers caressing the body like a loving mother caressing a baby.

"It's well maintained, I can feel it jumping on the edge and giving me rosin. She said.

"Miss Borgia wants to play?" asked Otani.

"Of course, isn't it a joke to taste an instrument but not play?"

Ohtani beckoned, and someone immediately brought rosin. Did this Borgia lady really have the magical abilities of the legend?" he held his breath and watched. I saw that Miss Borgia took up the bow and rubbed it with rosin, and her movements were smooth and graceful, and she was not affected in the slightest by the fact that her eyes were already squinting.

The bow and the strings touched, the notes played like magic, and an unprecedented emotion hit the depths of Ohtani's soul, and his body seemed to break free from gravity, and he was about to soar into the air, and his hearing, vision, and various senses blended with each other in the sound of the piano, expanding, and dazzling.

At the end of the song, Otani was still in a trance in the aftertaste, and it was not until the applause around him broke the silence that he woke up like a dream.

"Confucius heard the music of "Shao" in Qi State, and I didn't know the taste of meat in March, I thought it was an exaggeration of literature, but now I know that it is really true, and from now on I don't think it will be a vegetarian. Hahaha, Bai Lotian Shiyun: Hearing Jun's pipa language tonight, it is like listening to Xianle's ears for a while. If you listen to Xianle's ear, it will be ......"

Ohtani dropped his bag and the interpreter scratched his ears and cheeks, but Miss Borgia ignored the compliments and said coldly: "A fake is a fake, and there is always an insurmountable gap between it and the real thing. ”

The interpreter was shocked and hurriedly translated the words into Japanese.

"This violin is not a real Stradivari, it is supposed to be a replica made by German craftsmen around 1870. It's a good work of art to be imitated to this extent, but a fake is a fake, Mr. Otani, are you insulting my ability to taste this piano? ”

Ohtani sighed, "I've asked many experts to look at it, but no one has ever been able to make such a positive judgment as Miss Borgia, and no one has ever been as convincing as Miss Borgia. ”

Otani said as he pulled out another case, which contained another slightly worn antique violin.

"I got this instrument by chance recently. There is no clear lineage, and it is presumed that it was lost during the war, and the pearl was dusted, and it was only recently that it was found in an old warehouse and sold as an ordinary antique violin, but whether it was a real Stradivarian or not, several experts I knew could not say for sure. ”

Miss Borgia took the violin and had just tried a few notes when tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She stopped her bow and said in a slightly trembling voice, "It's true, it's true, I'm going to have this Stradivari." ”

When Otani heard that the translation was true, he was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, good, is there a better investment in the world than Stradivarius? Appreciation is crazier than the craziest stock market, and value preservation is more secure than the most secure treasury bonds, hahaha." ”

"I want this piano. Miss Borgia repeated.

Otani heard it clearly, and his eyes immediately widened: "Miss Borgia, are you joking? This is a family heirloom, and it will be passed down from generation to generation in my family." ”

Miss Borgia sneered: "This guqin has not been best maintained, after more than 300 years, it is close to sleep, and in the last few moments when it can still produce the best timbre, if it is not played by a violinist worthy of it, but falls into the hands of mediocre talents, do you think I can tolerate such a tragedy?"

The godless eyes were motionless, but Otani's hair stood on end instantly, and he couldn't understand why the blind girl in front of him, who seemed to be powerless, made him feel an instinctive fear, his heart beat violently like a muffled drum, and he wanted to say a word, but he was stuck in his throat, and Ho Ho couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Miss Borgia suddenly smiled and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

The cane tapped lightly on the ground, and a waiter led Miss Borgia out of her study. Ohtani slumped in his chair, but quickly got up and hurried to another bathroom, where he was so frightened that he was incontinent.

Miss Borgia propped her hands on the washstand, and the sound of the water murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please wait a little longer, I will definitely help you find a master worthy of you, so that the afterglow of the sunset can play the most brilliantly." I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really a bad time, Yin Yang Province is like crazy now, it's full of their people outside, just wait for me, just ......"

Just as Miss Borgia was in a state of distress, the cane that was set aside suddenly trembled imperceptibly. Miss Borgia took the cane and patted it lightly on the bull's head, and the mechanism inside turned, the chin of the bull's head sank, and a talisman flew out of the cow's mouth and floated in front of Miss Borgia.

She blew lightly on the talisman, and the flames rose out of thin air, and the talisman instantly burned out and turned into a small fireball floating in the air, and the tongue of fire changed and finally formed a blurred human face.

"Good morning, Mr. Ao. Miss Borgia greeted the fireball.

The fireball whirred, and he opened his mouth and said, "Good morning, Mr. Le." ”