During the banquet, he smiled and groaned, as if he had forgotten what had just happened.

There was talk and laughter, and the hour hand quickly passed a little.

In the afternoon, one is to visit the Chinese folk art exhibition, the singing and dancing of ethnic minorities on the way, and of course, to see the scenery, such as the remaining few of the ten views of West Lake.

After all, China has a history of thousands of years, and there are all kinds of talents, and the reason why they came is just an opening ceremony and a form to attract more people, drive the development of the Yangtze River Delta, and drive the development of the whole of China.

The national art exhibition hall, displayed in a snow-white mobile house, does not mean that it will move, but like the construction site, as long as the World Expo has passed, they are reinforced with screws, and it is particularly convenient to disassemble and assemble.

There are many traditional folk crafts on display, such as wood carving, porcelain, and brick carving......

Seeing that foreigners can't take their eyes off it, they secretly exclaim that it's amazing, Huaxia is really a place with a lot of land and resources, and outstanding people.

Of course, there are wooden dogs such as Xing Shisan saw in Pakistan, someone is pulling the lead and is performing, the old man is not the original old man, and Xing Shisan is not here.

Several foreign high-level officials, such as the original monk studying abroad, surrounded it, although they were more reserved, they were still full of curiosity.

Shao Jiajin and a group of Zhongnanhai bodyguards stood in front of the leaders, their eyes were fluttering, and their expressions were serious.

Time passed little by little.

"Ahem"!

Number Two coughed twice and signaled that they could leave, but their itinerary was very tight.

They are all big figures, and of course they will not think more about these things, but about the talks and cooperation after tomorrow.

They came to Xinhang, just to pull in the relationship and repay the favor.

Everyone turned to leave, but the female president of Thailand~ obviously still had an old affection for the puppy, smiled at it slightly, and turned away.

Suddenly, the carved wooden dog, which had always been as steady as Mount Tai, opened its mouth in an instant, and a fluorescent glittering thing went straight towards her empty back.

At that moment, the Thai female general manager ~ manager didn't notice it at all, but the comrades of the fifth section around noticed it too late.

Seeing that she was about to die, a big hand took the initiative and firmly grasped the dark dart in the palm of her hand.

Shao Jiajin's face changed suddenly, and he actually smeared poison on the dart, if he was an ordinary person, he was afraid that he would have died violently.

Quickly clicked a few acupoints, but his face was still slightly pale.

The comrades of the fifth section rushed up and grabbed the old man, but the old man was already out of breath in the midst of laughter.

Thai female president~ Li turned around, glanced around, understood it in her chest, and said a word to Shao Jiajin that she was not familiar with...... Thank you.

A group of people in front of them seemed to notice and turned around.

No. 2 saw that he couldn't hide it, so he could only get out truthfully, accept the broken elements, and turn the earth again, how could I let him succeed when I was about to enter the earth.

The crowd was outraged, after all, many countries had been attacked by them in the first place.

Anyway, I know what I should know, No. 2 saw Shao Jiajin with a very bad face, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"The dart is highly poisonous, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to protect it anymore." He only felt lightheaded, and his strength was gradually disappearing.

No. 2 was stunned, his lips moved, and he was taken down to rest, but he was stopped by Shao Jiajin, doing things from beginning to end, this is the glory of a soldier.

Even if he can't get up again, he has to get the job done.

Two was silent and nodded.

Turning around, he asked the top officials of the countries if they would continue.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

If they die without a problem, even if they retreat, not completing the itinerary is the biggest failure, and they can't afford to lose face.

Next location.

It's like inside a yurt.

Above is a built stand.

The people below sat on the chairs and waited patiently, and the bodyguards next to them did not sit down, even if they did not eat lunch, in order to be sure, they could endure all the pain.

There are few of them in bright places, but such a group of people are always silently giving.

This dance is taken from the 55 representatives of ethnic minorities and a Chinese lead dance, which heralds great unity.

There were fifty-six people in total.

After a while, from under a reed veil.

Graceful figures flashed, and despite the late November weather, they were still wearing only a piece of cloth that looked like a belly pocket, draped in various colors of silk yarn, with floral loose trousers underneath, and their faces covered with light veils, and under the faint smoke around them, they lived like a group of fairies descending to earth.

Under the gesture of the lead dancer, they are like flying butterflies, shaking the silk yarn and dancing, humming a song of ethnic minorities in their mouths, although everyone does not understand, but their singing is melodious.

Violet smoke, the magic sound of the Western Regions? If it is the violet smoke alone, it does not hurt people, but with the magic sound of the Western Regions, it can make people fascinated and intoxicated in the world of flower dance, I am afraid that they will not be able to wake up for a while.

Deeply into his arms, from the pocket of the trench coat, took out a piece of bamboo, only a finger long tear bamboo, it can detract the soul, but also can calm the nerves, it is hard to obtain, he often put it in his pocket.

A flute sounded, accompanied by songs and dances, seamless connection, and when it reached the high ~ tide, the sound of the flute changed, and it was competing with the tune.

The singing is melodious and has a tactful beauty; The sound of the flute is agitated, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, with the song one after another, seamlessly.

After a long time, everyone seemed to wake up in Shao Jiajin's rapid coughing, but they seemed to be still quiet in the song just now.

No. 2's body was agitated, he looked around in confusion, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shao Jiajin's flushed face at this time, and immediately woke everyone up with a thoughtful voice.

The crowd praised the singing and marveled at the sound of the flute, but they didn't notice that they had just turned a corner in front of the door of the ghost gate.

It's not that the magic sound can kill people, and fifty-six people are all bad people, when people who lose the ability to resist, even a weak woman can easily kill people, not to mention that they are not.

Led by Two, they left.

Shao Jiajin walked out and said two words to the comrades of the fifth section around the yurt, but he coughed violently, and his mouth was dripping with blood.

Several comrades who stepped forward took out a few silver needles from their arms, and stabbed them into the acupoints of their bodies with frowns.

He never expected that the crushers would be so ferocious, and the poison of the dragon's roar was smeared on the dart.

Legend has it that the dragon roared even if the dragon was poisoned, it would roar for it, and keep struggling, not to mention the mortal body, if it weren't for his good deeds and understanding of silver, white, red and apricot, I am afraid that he would have already entered the ghost gate.

It's just that the toxins in the body now make it unbearable, and I am weak and weak when I close my eyes and lean on the beam of the yurt.

It's been a long time.

Perhaps it was the effect of the silver needle prick, he opened his eyes, slowly got up from the ground, asked for directions, and hurried towards the team again.

Broken Bridge Remnant Snow: Broken Bridge Remnant Snow Pavilion in the north of Broken Bridge, Song Chen Qingbo has "Broken Bridge Remnant Snow Map", Kangxi 38 years, Emperor Shengzuren Imperial Book four characters for one of the ten views of West Lake, 41 years have Sile Stone Pavilion here.

Out of the Qiantang Gate, follow the lake, people white sand embankment, the first bridge is said to be broken, the boundary is in the front and back lakes. The water is shining, and the shadow of the bridge is dipping, like a jade waist and a golden back. Where to explore the plum lonely mountain, wax sandals pass here, and the spring snow has not disappeared. In the area of Geling, the building is high, such as paving Qiong and building jade, crystal clear, no less than jade mountain upward. In the past, people said that poetry was in the snow of Baqiao, and this was better.

There are many legends about the origin of the broken bridge.

For example, one of the myths.

In the Song Dynasty, the broken bridge was called Baoyou Bridge, and in the Yuan Dynasty, there lived a couple surnamed Duan who made a living by selling wine, also known as Duanjiaqiao.

Legend has it that a long time ago, the white sand embankment of West Lake, which meandered from the lonely mountain to here, had only a nameless small wooden bridge, which was closely connected to the shore of the lake. Visitors want to go to the lonely mountain to play, all have to pass through this small wooden bridge, the sun and rain, the bridge plate often has to be broken, the visitor is very inconvenient.

There is a simple hut next to the bridge, and there lives a couple surnamed Duan, the two of them are kind-hearted, diligent in their hands and feet, the man fishes in the lake for a living, the woman sets up a wine stall at the door, and the seller brews a little wine, because the wine tastes bad, customers rarely come to the door, and the business is light.

One day, at sunset, the couple was just about to close the door, and a white-haired old man in ragged clothes came, saying that he had come from afar and was penniless, and asked to stay overnight.

The old man was not polite, and after drinking three bowls in a row, he fell into bed and fell asleep. The next morning, when the white-haired old man parted, he said, "Thank you for your kind hospitality, I have three wine pills here to help you make good wine."

With that, he took out three red wine pills and said goodbye.

The Duan family and his wife put the old man's three wine pills in the wine-making vat, and the wine produced was scarlet in color, extremely sweet and mellow, and the aroma was shocking.

Since then, there have been many customers every day, Duan's scarlet wine has become famous in Xinhang, and business has become more and more prosperous day by day. Later, the Duan family and his wife demolished the hut and built a restaurant.

In order to thank the white-haired old man, they had saved up a sum of money and were ready to thank him.

The years passed, three years in a flash.

This winter, there was heavy snow in West Lake, and the white-haired old man braved the snow to come to Duanjia Restaurant.

When the couple saw the benefactor coming, they were overjoyed and kept the old man to stay at his house for a long time. However, the old man had to say goodbye the next day.

At the time of parting, the Duan family and his wife took out the silver and gave them to the old man.

The old man smiled and excused himself and said, "Thank you and your wife for your kindness, I'm a lonely old man, what's the use of asking for so much money?" You should use it where it matters most!"

With that, he walked through the snow to the bridge.

The Duan family and his wife stood at the door to see each other off, only to see that the old man had just stepped onto the small wooden bridge, his feet slipped, the bridge board broke, and the old man also fell into the lake. The couple hurriedly ran to rescue each other, and suddenly saw the white-haired old man standing on the surface of the lake, walking on the ground, smiling and waving to them, and drifted away.

Only then did the Duan family and his wife know that the white-haired old man was not a mortal.

Remembering the old man's parting words, he used the money to build a high bluestone arch bridge at the original small wooden bridge, and also built a pavilion at the head of the bridge. Since then, people who visit West Lake are no longer afraid of the collapse of the road and bridge.

The villagers remembered the good deeds of the Duan family and his wife to build the bridge, so they called this bridge Duanjia Bridge.