After arriving at the place where he was listening to the play, Chen Ji realized that he had thought badly.

This is not a movie theater, but the Bund, a place called Qunfangjiang.

Qunfang River gets its name from Qunfang Tower.

Originally, it was just for the fun of the porters at the docks.

Later, Xu was profitable, and the number of green buildings gradually increased, and business was difficult to do all of a sudden.

A woman from Qunfanglou came up with a notice, set up a platform by the river, and danced for passers-by.

This is a big deal.

The lightly dressed, slender and charming Maiko successfully aroused the strong interest of these porters after dancing for a long time.

The night was full, and business was too good to be good.

Other green buildings followed suit, and the momentum became louder and louder, and people from the city were also attracted to it.

Eventually, it became the liveliest place in Yongkang County at night.

If you don't sell your body, once you sell yourself, you will be an oiran of tens of thousands of taels;

is more enchanting and has learned swordsmanship, dancing with a sassy sword;

Lively and expensive card houses, restaurants, martial arts platforms, open-air theaters, Xianggu Pavilion, piano courtyards, jewelry, rouge eyebrow pencils, snack juggling, Jianghu Gate station, herbal medicine, all kinds of weapons shops.

Everything you can't think of, here!

"Today's Qunfangjiang is not only... Land of fireworks. ”

Xia Shumin, who was sitting on a painting boat with Chen Ji and finished explaining to him, blushed and said softly.

After all, this place arose by the events of the wind and the moon, and it was a little shy to say it.

"See."

Chen Ji chuckled, didn't talk too much on this topic, after all, the little lady was a young lady who had not left the cabinet, and she even took two maids with her when she went on a date - now they are eating and drinking in the cabin, not together.

At this time, the scene of Dream of Red Mansions had not yet started, Chen Ji and her were boating, and they had dinner by the way.

The Qunfang River is open, there are many restaurants full of lanterns on both sides, people sit in the pavilions of seven or eight floors to drink, the fire reflects the river water, sparkling, like a dream.

There are many boats on the river like the painting boat that Chen Ji is sitting on at the moment, carrying four or five people, with a table of wine and food on the bow of the boat, and the boatman at the stern slowly rocking the boat, listening to the opera on the open-air stage on both sides of the river, or admiring the enchanting posture of the dancing girl, or stopping the boat and going ashore and asking the riverside restaurant to send a few pots of wine.

Drink heartily and stay up all night.

"When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy."

After seeing these scenes in ancient times, Chen Ji couldn't help but recall the classic ancient poems he had learned, and the novelty and pleasure of crossing the two worlds lies in this.

In particular, there is an elegant little lady who loves poetry and songs.

After listening to this poem, her eyes sparkled for a moment, and the food was not fragrant, and she read it repeatedly in her small mouth, chewing on this poem with light words and ethereal artistic conception, just like a poem made by the poet Taibai.

Judging from her performance, Chen Ji knew that this hand-me-down work of Tang Heng at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty did not appear in this world.

"When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy...... Well, what a poem!! ”

On a small boat next to him, an old man cheered happily.

Then there was a sound of drinking, after drinking a pot, he exhaled a breath, laughed and repeated, looked over, and exclaimed: "Little brother, this poem is really deep in my heart, I don't know who wrote it?" ”

Chen Ji looked over and found that there were two old men on the boat next to him, both of them were childish and energetic, one of them seemed to be a great Confucian, with an elegant temperament, and the other was unkempt, drunk and drunk.

Fortunately, this is the world of martial arts, otherwise it would be easy for him to have an accident if he drinks like this.

"Yes—"

"It's made by Childe~"

When Chen Ji wanted to answer, Xia Shumin preemptively said that he was forced to become a copyist.

"I didn't expect the little brother to be so talented."

The old man admired again and asked, "I wonder what the whole poem is?" ”

Xia Shumin also looked at him.

At this time, the two lines of poetry that the old man cheered and read out just now have been spread on both sides of the river, and the power of the famous sentences through the ages is extraordinary, and everyone has already looked at it, waiting for the poem to be published.

Chen Ji could only be a copyist, and read this poem to Xia Shumin and the two old men:

"The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun has a lot of white hair overnight.

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy. ”

Although there are some off-topic texts, with the last two famous sentences, the scene is still suppressed, and everyone is carefully reminiscing.

But the old man was stunned.

Isn't this poem a true portrayal of him?

He was originally drunk and drunk, but he was silent at the moment, as if he was recalling everything in his mind.

After a long time, he sighed to another elegant old man:

"Old friend, ninety years ago, every time I met you, you always sighed and said that you had traveled all over the world, but you couldn't find a way to the martial arts, I was obsessed with women and the wind and the moon, and I laughed at you for abandoning your glory and wealth, and walking all over the world but finding nothing."

Chen Ji was a little surprised, why did this old man suddenly say this?

Ninety years ago, they were at least 100 years old.

Xia Shumin was suddenly taken aback and looked at the two old men.

"Seventy years ago."

The old man continued: "I said that I couldn't open the hazy door, and I didn't even know if the door was there or not, and I sighed that my mortal body was aging day by day, and I laughed at you for actually learning from Qin Shi Huang, laughing at you for being a lot older, and you didn't even have any children. ”

In front of him, the elegant old man just smiled.

Xia Shumin began to become flustered, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at people.

The old man said: "Fifty years ago, my wife passed away, and my sons and granddaughters gave birth to a large number of children one after another, and the children gave birth to children.

Every time I have a big birthday, there will always be a large group of people from the rivers and lakes to congratulate me, everyone respects me as an old-timer, and compliments that as long as I am here, the rivers and lakes will not be chaotic.

But I'm used to seeing it, and I don't know when I think it's just like that, when I feel that my children and grandchildren are full and famous all over the world.

Until one day, I found that not only could I not remember the names of many children and grandchildren, but I was even indifferent to their unexpected deaths, and sat on the chair of the dim old house all day long, reminiscing about the past affairs of the rivers and lakes, and recalling the scenes where you went to find the Taoist masters and the hidden true immortals with your old friends. ”

"It was only then that I suddenly realized that although I was still alive, my heart was about to die."

"I eagerly went to ask the Immortal Valley to find you, and saw that you cultivated yourself in the valley, comprehended the way of heaven, and were not moved by mundane things, just like an old fairy in the valley, comfortable and content."

"At that moment, I really woke up."

"All things in the world, all living beings, only the Tao is eternal, only the immortals are eternal, only the immortals can live forever!"

The old man was impassioned, as if after an epiphany, the way to immortality was already in front of him.

Chen Ji is a little strange, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with Tang Hui's poems, right?

"It's a pity."

The old man surnamed Li sighed deeply, "After stepping on this road, I realized why you, old friend, told me that the road ahead was over ninety years ago, and why did you say that there is no true immortal in the world!" ”

"Hate the world without a true immortal?"

Cuizhu in the cabin poked out a little head and said with a smile: "One hates to ask the immortals and has no way, the second hates to seek the immortals and has no way, and the third hates that there is no true immortal in the world." Old man, do you want to be the king of the third hate? ”

Xia Shumin had already covered her cheeks with a handkerchief at some point, and after hearing the maid's words, she hurriedly got up and pushed her back into the cabin.

Chen Ji's face was strange when he heard this.

Should I not say it......

"Wang San hate? Hahaha, I want to be Zhao Sanhat! ”

The old man surnamed Li laughed, picked up the wine jug and said to his old friend:

"Seventy years ago, I advised you to drink more, get drunk and dream to death, so you don't have to care about whether you are immortal or not, and now I advise myself, drink! I don't know the sky and the water when I drink it, and the immortal dream of my life presses the galaxy, and the immortals will come to the eyes, hahaha! ”

(End of chapter)