Chapter 84

"The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the South is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain. ”

A song "Moonlit Night" is not enough to describe the peace of the autumn night in Shacheng.

At the moment of nightfall, Xu Xiaoxian stood on the bank of the Laodao River in the Shacheng River, looking at the quiet night, which gradually deepened.

The bells rang one after another, leisurely shattering the silence of the night, but still retaining the peace that can be experienced when you calm down.

Listening to the sound of bells, accompanied by the hazy night, accompanied by the cool night breeze, Xu Xiaoxian felt that he could not think about anything, and he could put everything out of the way, just like in the depths of the peach orchard in the past ten miles, he and his uncle Zhang Qilu sat on the window edge on the third floor of the 'Painting Heaven Pavilion', without distractions.

The young monk took a soft breath, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance of flowers in it, which was the fragrance of dozens of golden cinnamon trees on the banks of the Laodao River.

Maybe after September, looking back, the flowers have withered. The young monk breathed greedily, like a little bee afraid of missing the flowering period.

September 15.

Lantern Night.

When the bell rang, the sand city, which had gradually sunk with the night, was brightly lit and unusually bright in an instant.

Pairs of pairs, threes and twos, rows, people who come out at night are rich or poor, but there is always a trace of like-minded thoughts that unites them.

That is, happiness.

On the mainland of Zhongzhou, there are flames on all sides, although Xiao Wu is not on the cusp of being trampled by the iron cavalry of the Southern Chu Dynasty, it still implements a curfew, except for the fifteenth lantern night every month.

The fifteen-night lantern night is the source of happiness and a trace of happiness for these small people who are unable to control their fate.

Night, grace.

On the Laodao River, four tall, three-story boats moored on the bank were instantly lit up and brilliant, as if to amaze the river spirit at the bottom of the Laodao River.

A 'Pingju', a 'Under the Moon', a 'Meet', and a 'Looking Back', the lights are colorful, reflecting each other, and the artistic conception is beautiful.

On every ship, there is a 'big Oiran' who is the best in Zhongzhou, and these Oiran are not ordinary hook bars, selling skin-flesh and smiling talents.

Every Oiran is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, ancient and modern secrets, yin and yang kui fighting, and I Ching feng shui, which has to be breathtaking.

Xu Xiaoxian once heard people say that whether you are a Buddhist monk, a Taoist monk, or a demon sect, as long as you enter the flower boat, what you want to know, after paying the equivalent material, you can find a satisfactory answer.

Even if it's related to spiritual practice!

Nanzhan Buzhou's top killer, the best at Jindan killing Yuan Baby, has always been like a maggot tail with Xu Xiaoxian on the tarsal bone, Xu Xiaoxian is no longer afraid, and he is also diaphragm.

What's more, the drought is in the dark, and he is in the light, which is somewhat unequal.

If the drought fish didn't make a move, Xu Xiaoxian was helpless.

Xu Xiaoxian thought about it, at a meager price, board the flower boat, solve the puzzles, but if you can't solve the puzzles, see who the four major Oiran of the famous Nanzhan Buzhou are, and it is also worth it.

For the monks, especially the monks who are most valued in the Bulao Cave of Baopu Mountain, aside from the gold, silver and jewelry that pierces the eyes, ordinary magic weapons are also a drop in the bucket.

Before Xu Xiaoxian went down the mountain, he patronized the treasure pavilion of the Bulao Cave, and under the repeated encouragement of the young uncle Su Liuchan, he took a Qiankun bag that could be regarded as the treasure of the Treasure Pavilion of the Bulao Cave, and frowned at the Treasure Pavilion of the Bulao Cave.

It's a lot of money.

Of course, the Buddha and spiritual treasures such as Sumeru mustard seeds and Qiankun in the sleeve have long exceeded the rarity of the Zhongzhou continent.

Therefore, although it can be regarded as one of the most valuable spiritual treasures in the Bulao Cave, the Qiankun bag is not large, only three zhang square space. Otherwise, Uncle Su, who has seven fingers in his right hand, may have to give him the three-zhang tall Eight Immortal Golden Eagle before he stops.

......

Xu Xiaoxian has heard that these four buildings and ships have a great background, and I heard that they are the private property of the Jiuqing magnates above 10,000 people under a certain person in Xiaowu Kingdom.

Of course, there is another rumor that is more reasonable in Xu Xiaoxian's opinion. Some people say that these four extremely luxurious flower boats are an indispensable way for Xiao Wu to collect wealth, fill the treasury, reward the three armies, and resist the Southern Chu dragon riding at the foot of Xuefeng Mountain.

If you want to board these four flower ships, it is not easy, money alone is far from enough, of course, if you rely on the strength of the martial arts, the Tao is successful, the position is high and powerful, and forcibly board the ship, then you also have to weigh the strength of the 12 guards hidden in the building ship and the four ancient and modern Oiran, known as the omniscient Oiran, their own skills.

Regardless of the strength of the four mysterious 'big oiran', Xu Xiaoxian heard that the head of the twelve guards is one of the three 'big yellow gates' in the palace of Xiao Wu Kingdom, although there is no third leg under the crotch, and his life is greatly reduced, but his strength is a half-immortal character.

Measured by Taoist standards, it may be a monk who has entered the out-of-body period and is a real little immortal late stage monk.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't have the heart to compete with the old eunuch, so he found a flower boat called 'Looking Back', handed over three thousand taels of silver tickets, a 'Gathering Wind Bead' worth tens of thousands of gold, and copied the "Teacher Table" of a certain big man in Luzhou in Beiju in pure regular script and handed it to the guide.

If it is not enough, Xu Xiaoxian can naturally add chips.

The guide picked up the pen and ink before drying, handed it over to someone for identification, and then there was a beautiful girl named 'Green Girl', holding Xu Xiaoxian's hand, and strolling on the boat.

Cong Li'er held Xu Xiaoxian's hand and said as she walked: "If it weren't for the 'little white wolf' grinding it with her own hands, watching Gongzi put down the pen with his own hand, and the ink of that pair of calligraphy and painting brushes was not dry, Cong Ling'er couldn't believe that the kind of regular script that was commented by Oiran 'Thirteen Niang' as 'gentleman in words' was actually from Gongzi's hand."

'Thirteen Niang' often says that seeing words is like seeing people, and there are clues to be found in every stroke. Cong Ling'er doesn't understand this, but she knows that if it is a rich kid with oily hair and noodles, it will definitely be this kind of result.

The momentum is soft and charming, and the strokes are beautiful, which makes people look wonderful at first glance, but the taste is the same as chewing wax when you dig deeper!

However, Childe's "Teacher Table" is different, it is so peaceful that there is no trace of it, it can be said that the heart is like stopping water and transparent as a mirror.

Thirteen Niang said that if you see the person who holds the pen, you can give priority to taking the back hall to talk about it.

Childe, this is the first time you've been killed!"

The guide is called 'Little White Wolf', and the Oiran on the 'Looking Back' flower boat is called 'Thirteen Niang'. I just don't know what Thirteen Niang looks like, whether she is feminine or not.

Listening to the comments of the green man, Xu Xiaoxian smiled and said softly: "The girl is overrated." I also bothered the girl to take me to the back hall to meet the Oiran 'Thirteen Niang' and solve my doubts. ”

Cong Ling'er smiled and said softly: "I don't know what the son is trying to solve." ”

Xu Xiaoxian picked up her weak and boneless other hand and wrote two words in her palm.

The seemingly unworldly, incomparably pure green onion, frowned slightly, and then returned to calm.

Those two words.

Dry.