There are three unique in Torrent City: one is a giant ink crossing the Qi River, two is a dragon king crossing the river, and three is a full moon singing at the top of the city gate.

First of all, this torrent city, north to the Qi River, and this across the north and south of the river adjacent, a hundred years ago the West Chu craftsman Moban traveled to the torrent city, the first to build the dragon head eighteen lance giant ship, not bearing the weight of ten tons, but can cross the Qi River without river resistance.

Later generations of shipbuilders were inspired by this, improved from generation to generation, and developed a dragon head hundred lance boat, named "Jumo" to pay tribute to the craftsman, only this boat cost countless financial resources, only in the extremely important time before starting the boat, daily maintenance is a lot of money.

Jumo is a must in the torrent city, when the covenant of the Qijiang River was signed, Emperor Wei rode in the Qijiang River swaying, and the Emperor of Qi Liang proudly stood on the head of the giant ink boat to point to the rivers and mountains, which is higher and which is lower, at a glance. Speaking of Jumolai, the people of Torrent City still have a sense of arrogance.

The second is not to cross the river dragon king, this is not a joke, the dragon king is said to have taken root in the middle of the Qi River a hundred years ago, thunderstorm weather river surface thunder, by no means the day of passage; there are boatmen do not believe in evil, pick up this weather to go out, not to mention the corpse, not even the fragments of the boat floated back, it must be that the thunder into the belly of the dragon king in the river.

This is not enough to be praised, the masters of the rivers and lakes, if they reach a certain level and are on the heavenly list in the Hidden Valley, they will choose to come to Torrent City to cross the river, and if they don't pick up other days, they will pick up this thunderstorm, and they will find the bad luck of the Dragon King.

"Speaking of the third absolute," Lao Duan blinked and deliberately stopped his voice, to hang the appetite of this erudite and talented Highness.

Xiao Yi has read countless books, but he has never been in contact with the rumors in the market, and he has been getting along with Lao Duan for the past few days, and he can't help but be infected with a few traces of fireworks, unlike the appearance of the high-ranking prince before, he scolded with a smile when he heard the words, "Lao Duan, you are out of breath, dare to hang my appetite?"

Lao Duan smiled at this time, "Your Highness, it's not that Lao Duan doesn't say this third must, but there is really no need to say it." ”

I have been in Torrent City for three days, and after a little rest, I naturally bought two more carriages and two carriages of books. In the past three days, I have been reading books for three hours, and I have listened to the old jokes from the old people who are good at talking, and I feel uncomfortable.

Speaking all over the world, the memory of His Royal Highness the little prince is really amazing, and I don't know where to start today, so I remembered the three uniques of Torrent City.

Lao Duan pushed open the skylight of the inn at this moment, although His Royal Highness the Little Prince was not arrogant when traveling, but he was by no means cold, and he naturally lived in the best restaurant in Torrent City, with a sixteen-story mahogany carving building, and His Royal Highness the Little Prince occupied the highest floor, with candles and flames in it, and a full moon in the West Building outside.

At this moment, the moon is setting, it is the fifteenth day, and the moon is bright and clear, sprinkled on the torrent city gate.

A large cloth was laid on the top of the city gate as usual, and a stage was built with mahogany, which was leading the moonlight to fall.

Lao Duan said with the weeds in his mouth, "Your Highness, this third must be every fifteenth, the top of the torrent city is never cloudy, and the absolute thing is that when the moon is full, the moon is falling on the stage, enjoying the play under the moon, with the Qijiang River at your back, singing on the stands, listening to the rumbling of the river behind you, and having no regrets in life." ”

The little prince was caught by the clear moonlight, and for a while he couldn't see what the actor on the stage at the top of the city gate looked like.

There was a clear and vague rumbling of the river in my ears, and when I came back to my senses, I saw the appearance of the actor.

is dressed as a resentful and shameful woman, covered in red, covered with red veil, red lips biting, red hair flying, holding Suqin, delicate figure, Lingluo walks carefully, and slowly goes on stage.

The bright moon moved slightly, shining all the light on her cheeks, trying to see what clearly, but still couldn't see it really, just a lip and a gritted tooth, it was endless grievances, and they all paid to Dajiangdong.

"Good. Xiao Yi's eyes were slightly hazy, as if he was drunk like a dream, and his throat was buzzing, before he spit out such a word.

Lao Duan seemed to be obsessed with the surprise of that debut, and he didn't care about the weeds at the corners of his mouth falling downstairs.

Xizi bowed deeply, sat on the mahogany chair, lowered Suqin in his arms, and lay flat on the beauty's lap, his ten fingers touched lightly, and he couldn't make a sound.

What are you waiting for?

Xiao Yi's eyes widened.

The red-clothed actor glanced slightly, his throat precipitated slightly, and there was something brewing, but his eyes met Xiao Yi, and the two of them met each other, and they flashed away.

One on the sixteenth floor and one at the top of the city gate. When they looked at each other, the wind blew, raising the veil of the red-clothed actor, a beautiful face of the country, the big eyes were slightly lost, and the lips and teeth were red and white, which was pitiful and sad.

It was precisely that pair of eyes, the deep and mournful voice of the red-clothed actor was as desolate and desolate as the river, tactful for a thousand miles, and left for 10,000 years.

Hearing that, Xiao Yi's scalp instantly went numb.

Everyone's scalp was tingling.

"Bah-"

"Ahh

How long has it been brewing? It has been silent all over the city, just waiting.

As soon as it came out, the city was quieter.

The sound of the piano was raised, and the bleak and desolate music style of the red-clothed opera came to an abrupt end, just like a general walking away from a horse to change a sword and a sword, about to step on the horse on the rivers and lakes, singing lightly, and the sound of the piano was superimposed, so that many silent people in the city lit up the lights again, to watch this one-person prosperous swan song.

Accompanied by the amazing voice of the opera, countless lights were lit up from the torrent city, there were thousands of piano sounds, thousands of rivers and rivers, and a thousand waves of rivers and rivers plucking people's heartstrings;

Someone pushed open the doors and windows of their own house, and the people living in Torrent City have a good show to sing on the fifteenth day of every month, but this is the first time that they can sing so amazingly.

The river is dashing, the moonlight is dashing, and the voice of the drama is also dashing.

With a cool breath and no smell of fireworks in the world, the actor first sang in a low voice with a light voice, and then the voice was passionate with the tune, echoing all over the city!

"Qishui soup soup, there is the dragon king who crossed the river;

The vicissitudes of the rivers and lakes, who are ups and downs and sorrowful;

Beiliang Silver City is windy and snowy, and the sword mound is hidden in the world;

Looking at the Spring and Autumn Ten Kingdoms, the beacon fire and wolf smoke in the world are prosperous, and the corpse is wrapped in the battlefield, only the Northern Wei Qiliang remains;

Hob knife rivers and lakes, pointing to life and death, wine and sword, poetry madness, children and daughters, eternal and unchanged;

laughing at the three teachings of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are nothing but dust relics;

Laughing at the ancient and modern heroes is just a pinch of loess;

laugh at the rivers and lakes that visitors are cheaper than ants;

laughing at the beauty of the white-haired general twilight;

Have you ever seen that the Emperor of Heaven shot the unicorn, the bright moon went out of the Guanxia, and a reed crossed the Qi River——

Have you ever thought that the sun will fly to the heavens, the sea will become a mulberry field, and the emperor will be slashed with a sword-

Woohoo desolate, I don't see the sword qi of the poem scroll a hundred years ago-

Woohoo desolate, who can be drunk and lying on the battlefield -

Woohoo desolate, all pay for the float!"

At the end of the song, the city was silent.

Only the word floating reverberated for a long time and refused to stop.

Ten thousand lights easily refused to go out, only waiting for the sound of the beam to completely dissipate, and it was determined that there was no follow-up before they were extinguished one after another.

The red-clothed actor bowed his head and was silent, the plain piano on his lap echoed, and the spectators gradually thinned out in the city and down the city, and lost their souls as if they were deaf, and dispersed like walking corpses.

Tea kung fu, the crowd dispersed. The drama has not yet left.

It was only when Xiao Yi came back to his senses that he found that this peerless beauty lowered her head and stroked the qin, covered her face with her hands in silence, and coughed twice dullly.

"What's the name of this song?" Xiao Yi tugged at the corners of his mouth, but in fact, he guessed three points, and couldn't help asking.

The drama turned a deaf ear, just put the piano away in silence, turned away and didn't look in the direction of the mahogany building, only to wait for a gust of wind to snatch the red veil from behind, and the beauty had already disappeared without a trace, leaving a repercussion.

"Fucang. ”

Lao Duan squinted his eyes thoughtfully, only to see Xiao Yi reach out and grab the floating red scarf and sigh.

"What a floating song. ”

Just a song, almost telling the world, ancient and modern, Xiao Yi looked at the red yarn on his hand in a daze, there was actually a trace of blood stained, only that amazing beauty is still a sick seedling?

Smiling, An Dao, "Old Duan, cross the river tomorrow." ”