Chapter 97

Xiao Wu Kingdom, what is Qingfeng Lane in Baitu City, no one can say what it is.

In Qingfeng Lane, you can be elegant, but also vulgar.

Before the Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi ascended, he stayed in Qingfeng Lane for a few days, not preaching or playing chess. Carrying a pot of old wine in every corner of Qingfeng Lane, drunk and dreaming of death, lingering.

When Xiaju soared, Wang Daozi wrote a book and left golden sentences, which were rumored to be good stories.

'If you can't throw it away from the world, half of it is the breeze'.

In the eyes of Shengdou Xiaomin, the breeze lane in Baitu City has the wind, but it really doesn't have the elegant breeze of 'one shoulder and two sleeves of the moon' in Wang Daozi's mouth.

Qingfeng Lane, even if there is wind, it is turbid, not wind, but 'meat', the kind of meat that is not treated by the Bodhisattva's grandfather.

As long as you have some loose silver in your pocket, you can find your own fun in Qingfeng Lane.

Even if you don't eat the ancients, you are an old-fashioned old bald donkey who sits under the statue of the Buddha all day long, eats fasting and recites sutras, and asks yourself 'abide by the rules and precepts', there are 10,000 ways for you to break the vows in Qingfeng Lane.

From food abstinence, alcohol abstinence, to sexual abstinence.

Broken and broken.

Baitu City, Qingfeng Lane, Wine Pond Meat Forest, Singing and Dancing Shengping, no matter how much it is criticized by the philosopher master and Qingliu, it is still a fairyland in the eyes of most people.

As for the cost, it is naturally a penny of silver, a penny of goods, and a penny of silver and a penny of enjoyment.

Daddy Lu catches the tiger with a little money in his pocket, and Lu Zhiming is also a master who is willing to spend money, so he can live in the spring and snow, and there is no reason to choose the life of the Riba people.

Lu Zhiming is naturally the master of many teahouses, wine houses, hook columns, and chess shops in Qingfeng Lane.

Lu Zhiming took Xu Xiaoxian to sit in a four-pronged luxury carriage, and the meat ball Lu boldly acted as a coachman, and went straight to Qingfeng Lane by night, and went to 'Ruyi Building'.

In the eyes of everyone, Ruyi Building is an authentic hook fence.

The difference between the hook bar and the Qinglou may only be clear with the silver in the pocket.

The writer Li Shangyin once used poetry to distinguish the goulan and the Qinglou, and the goulan once got the golden sentence of "the curtain is light and the curtain is heavy and the gold is hooked", while the Qinglou only got the market joke of "low-rise trail Chengnan Road".

Ruyi Lou is the hook bar of the daily gold, and those ordinary green buildings that can lie on the belly of the little lady for three or five hundred copper coins are naturally not the same.

Ruyi Building from the outside is only seven floors, abiding by the number of ministers who do not cover the king, but the high-rollers who really get up to the 'Ruyi Building' above six floors know that the Ruyi Building is inside, I am afraid that there are more than 16 floors.

It's also far from what most people think of as a shallow tick.

Going up from the sixth floor, each floor has a doorway for each floor.

From singers to pitiful people, from flowers, birds, insects and fish to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, from vendettas and grievances in the rivers and lakes to the vertical and horizontal battles between temples, and even the wrestling between immortals, demons, Buddhism and Taoism are all involved.

Every time you raise a floor, there is a qualitative leap, but the threshold is also high.

The four major flower boats of the famous Xiao Wu Kingdom, the Oiran on the 'looking back' flower boat is on the seventh floor, and Lu Zhiming took Xu Xiaoxian straight to the theme.

The meat ball deer boldly led the way in front, his body standing in the fat pile are slightly dazzling signboard posture, in Qingfeng Lane can also be regarded as a golden signboard, ordinary gold owners need to make an appointment for the 'Ruyi Building', the deer is bold as boarding their own door, every word and deed is very much everyone's demeanor, that face that smiles at people is also quite 'one word' momentum.

Deer Bold whispered a few words in the ear of a pink-carved guide boy, and the three of them entered a hidden corridor, and then zigzagged up the stairs.

Xu Xiaoxian and Lu Zhifang walked side by side, looking at the nose and nose, and after entering the corridor, he let go of his divine sense and scanned for a week, within a radius of thirty zhang, the divine consciousness that should have been caught by the wind and butterflies, any wind and grass, and the whispering of flies and mosquitoes had nowhere to hide, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

It's weird.

I only felt a piece of nothingness, like fishing for the moon in a well, and people had nowhere to do it.

Is this entering another dimension? or is it an enchantment?

Xu Xiaoxian frowned.

How can a cheap tick full of copper smell be so unfathomable?

There are only stairs ahead, stairs that lead to no one.

The big deer seemed to notice a hint of Xu Xiaoxian's mental fluctuations, patted him on the shoulder, and chuckled: "Brother Xiaoxian has noticed the weirdness of Ruyi Building?"

Xu Xiaoxian nodded.

Lu Zhiming said with a smile: "This seven-story 'Ruyi Building' is rumored to be a delicate brush wash of the Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi, who was soaring in the past, and it is a terrible thing.

It is the same as what the old bald donkey of Buddhism said, 'Sumeru Na ring, precept Tibetan Sumeru'. It's also the same as what your Taoists call 'the best in your sleeves'. It is a Confucian Mahayana instrument.

It is rumored that this Confucian artifact was not abandoned by Wang Daozi when he ascended, but deliberately kept it, waiting for someone destined to inherit his mantle.

This exquisite brush wash is not the seven layers that it looks like on the outside, and it is far from the sixteen layers as it is rumored.

There are only eight floors.

Above the seventh floor, there is only a staircase leading to the sky, and a pavilion floating at the end of the staircase.

It's a pity that this staircase is a staircase that can't be reached no matter how you go. And the pavilion in the sky can not be seen and touched.

There are many people who firmly believe that as long as they can peek into the doorway, walk to the end of the stairs, and climb the attic, they will be able to win the supreme method of Wang Daozi's ascension from the shabby Confucianism to the top of the mountain.

It's so magical, whether it's a rumor or not, I believe it's true. ”

Regarding what Lu Zhifang said, Xu Xiaoxian was noncommittal.

This Ruyi building has a doorway, not so simple as the secular hook fence, as for whether there is as magical as the deer knows the fate, most of it is the latter, in order to spread the rumor.

There is no shortage of stupid people in the Zhongzhou Continent, there is no shortage of smart people with seven tricks, there is no shortage of mediocre talents, and there is no shortage of powerful people with hands and eyes.

Even if both are lacking, there will be no lack of people's hearts in the face of great interests, one after another, and moths to the fire.

Once an epiphany, the great creation that can soar and ascend is not like those fairy jobs on the belly of the little lady, and a few pots of worldly mellow wine can be resisted by cultivators.

The exquisite brush wash and soaring heart were left in Qingfeng Lane in Baitu City by the Confucian king Daozi for hundreds of years, and no one has been enlightened.

Even if there is really a great creation and a great source of blessings, there will be a definite number.

It doesn't matter who says it.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at the appearance of Lu Zhi's fate, shook his head, stopped talking, and no longer used his divine sense to tempt, restrained his mind, and hugged Yuan Shouyi.

The two maze trees in his palace glowed with a circle of refreshing and eye-catching light, endlessly.

The young monk's heart instantly stopped.

I don't know how long I walked, sure enough, there was a cave in the sky, and the eyes suddenly opened up, and the sky was blue and the water was clear, and the green ancient trees reflected each other in a huge space.

Pavilions and pavilions are dotted around, the pond pavilion water pavilion criss-crosses, reflected in the green pines and cypresses, rockeries and strange stones, flower beds and bonsai, vines and green bamboos, dotted in the meantime, without the slightest ingenuity, into the eyes of nature.

Xu Xiaoxian closed his eyes, and the unique fragrance of birds and flowers still filled his breath.

It's not something that can be changed by a formation enchantment.

Maybe you are here, listening to the flowing spring plucking the rhyme, the ancient acacia to figure out the breeze, even if there is no wine in hand, the beauty is in your arms.

It was also a kind of detachment that mortals could not envy.