Chang'an at the beginning of the eighth century A.D. was so enchanting in a prosperous era. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hu Fang Siyi has not decreased due to going deep into the mainland, but has a lot more categories than the important towns in the Western Regions. It is no wonder that in addition to the visitors from the Silk Road, the East China Sea has been added.

In addition to the Manjie natives, Silla, Goryeo, Siam, Annam, Tibet, Hui, Jin, Fuso, Baekje, Turkic, Annam, Boliao, Xiliang, Persia, Dashi, ...... There are also a lot of Kunlun slaves mixed in - only the kaleidoscope can be written.

The caravan of Gongsun Auntie entered the city from Anfumen at sunset, turned directly south, and arrived at Pingkangfang, which is a large community, and it is very lively. All kinds of silk and bamboo folk music spread out from the street buildings, and the soft words of geisha and the sour voice of scribes and scholars jumped between wine shops and teahouses.

The flagship store of the "Youjian" group is here - of course, the eldest lady will not call it that, it is Du Yuan's wishful thinking. Aunt Gongsun handed over all the camels to Xiao Er, who ran out to warmly welcome the "independent directors", and left the four guards behind.

She turned to Qinglian and said, "Why don't you follow me to find your master." With you, it's easier to get in and out of his house. ”

Qinglian lay man did not shirk, as long as he could follow the eldest mother, he would be satisfied. Then he turned around and ordered, "Yena, just stay here and play, don't run around—I won't be able to save you if you are caught as a slave again." The magnates all over the city are all big thick legs, they can only hold but not bite, and they can't afford to offend any of them. ”

Cao Ye Naji flattened her mouth, but along the way, she had already figured out Li Bai's character. When he's not drinking, he's just a wave, and he's crazy after drinking. He has always been free to deal with seemingly unserious poems, but once he gets close to his sweetheart, he is cramped. What do you say about him...... Let's be clumsy. There are always some obsessive obstacles - which are also incomprehensible to the geniuses of the world.

Among the new friends, Zhizheng and Qinglian are the most speculative. After thousands of miles, the two have successfully upgraded from drinking friends to best friends. At this moment, he leaned over, "Find Pei Min, right? Take me one." The poor monk knew him before he became a monk, but I haven't seen him for many years, and I don't know if he still remembers me......"

Qinglian was a little surprised, "You haven't mentioned this! If you know my master well, won't you become my cheap uncle?"

Aunt Gongsun was also very surprised, with her understanding of Pei Min, she has always been carefree and alone. He hardly had any close friends. Now a strange monk in a kapok robe suddenly appeared and rushed to recognize his relatives, and it was inevitable that he would be suspicious. She knew that Lao Pei had countless souls on his hands, so it was better not for the enemy to come to the door.

She wasn't worried that General Pei would be plotted, but she didn't want him to accumulate more karma.

I have always heard that Lao Pei killed this today, and tomorrow he will kill that - he, the Longhua military envoy, has almost no military power, except for a few old soldiers who take care of the mansion, there are no other subordinates. went out alone all day to carry out assassinations, and Shenlong saw the head and the tail, but saw the blood flowing away......

Zhi Zheng asked first, "Qinglian, there is something that the poor monk can't figure out." How can you learn from that guy? As far as I know, he doesn't know anything about literature, and he can dance with a knife and a gun—what can you learn from him?"

Li Baile said, "The name of my Qinglian has a total of three legs - the first is a drunkard, the second is a swordsman, and the third is a poet. This kind of thing is innate, and you don't need to learn it. Drinking well is also a talent. Only a swordsman needs the guidance of a famous teacher to get the way. I worship General Pei as my teacher, and what I learned is the sword!"

The great monk glared, "Amitabha! I have never seen him use a sword, but his use of a knife is first-class." I'm afraid you've mislearned—"

To others, this is just a joke.

The famous sword master can't use a sword?

Only Aunt Gongsun's heart perked up, and she completely tore apart the suspicion. "The great monk is right. Then let's set off together, Longhua Mansion is not far from here, in Chongrenfang in the northwest corner of Dongshi. Now that the sun has set, the moon will hang on the eastern branch, and the curfew will be everywhere, and many of us will make the forbidden army patrol unhappy. ”

Du Yuan naturally refused to let go of this major clue, according to the inference that he was in Danyuan that day, finding Pei Min was equivalent to finding half of his parents. He stepped forward and silently followed behind Zhizheng.

Wen Congxin had a different mind, she couldn't wait to see Zhang Liao, and this opportunity was naturally not far behind. Okay, she also followed-Pei Hongsleeve naturally wouldn't let Du Yuan put the order, and glanced at Zhan Yu, who was silent, and followed together.

The group walked out of the courtyard and slowly walked northwest along the street in the crowd of amusements.

Aunt Gongsun deliberately slowed down a step and walked side by side with Zhizheng. He said lightly, "What was Lao Pei like before? I have only known him for three years, and he has always been lukewarm, and that wooden face looks like everyone else owes him eight hundred hangings." I don't believe that he was born with facial paralysis, could it be that he was kicked in the head by a donkey when he was a child?"

This is an interesting question - with anger in the loss, and three points of resentment.

Zhi Zheng is a person who does not understand the amorous feelings, and said with a dark smile, "I am not very familiar with him, but we are in the ...... together He worked in the military. I understand his temperament, quenching is a bit fierce, and the steel is less soft. But there's no problem with his character, he is a guy who can die for his friends. With all due respect, how could you, as a famous dance artist and a strong woman in the business world, get involved with him......? It's a bit of a mess. ”

This is a bit abrupt, but Aunt Gongsun knows the monk's temperament and knows that there is no malice. He didn't stop at his feet, he didn't stop talking, and said with a smile, "Your monk is different from what I usually encounter, full of fresh words, but simple and clear without hindering others from understanding." You must be a wonderful place to come from......"

Zhizheng's heart tightened, and he should have been recognized as a traverser-but he heard the eldest mother continue, "My relationship with General Pei has a lot to do with your Buddhist family. Three years ago, in the local Ximing Temple, Daoxuan and Shentai, two Vinaya monks, sat down one after another, and their flesh was not rotten, and there was a strange fragrance wafting out. The Lord felt his sincerity, and a special court painter made a mural for him.

It just so happened that I went to the temple that day to burn the festival and make a vow, and when I passed by the unfinished mural, I couldn't help but stop and look at it a few times. But it happened that General Pei also came, he didn't come alone, and another person followed him closely. As soon as the two of them appeared, they couldn't help but be ignored by others......" Speaking of this, Aunt Gongsun couldn't help but shudder, and chuckled again. There seems to be an infinite picture in front of you.

Both of them were expressionless, one colder than the other, so cold that it was chilling in the cracks of the bones.

Needless to say, Lao Pei looked not salty or light. The man behind him was dressed in gray like him, but not in a robe, and with short arrow sleeves. The man's face couldn't even be seen—not ugly, or not just ugly, or more than ugly, to be precise, out of ugliness—it was terrifying. As she spoke, the eldest lady shuddered again, which showed that what she said was true.

"One of the man's faces was cut to pieces by sharp weapons, and his facial features were completely cut into a criss-crossing grid, so obviously there, you just couldn't recognize whether it was a human or a ghost, and you couldn't tell what he looked like. The most special thing is that his eye sockets are bottomless, there are no eyeballs, only two empty black holes.

Lao Pei was extremely respectful to him, and that attitude was ...... Although I didn't say it explicitly, I think it is similar to the attitude of students towards teachers.

The two of them passed by one after the other, and Pei Min was also attracted by the mural. If I remember correctly, the painting was called 'Hell in Disguise', and the artist himself was on the scene, and about two-thirds of the way through it, the line drawing had already been drawn, and some of the coloring work was still unfinished.

I distinctly heard Lao Pei turn around and ask, 'Is my mother suffering in the underworld?' and the scar-faced blind man replied, 'No.' Going to the underworld is not the same as going to hell. Don't worry about the things you respect, do your duty, and I will protect myself. ’

Lao Pei took a long breath and sighed, "Thank you for coming to inform me." I am trapped here, and I have the heart to fulfill my filial piety and have no power to return to heaven. After saying this, he was silent for a while, and then he went behind the painter and prayed, 'Can you paint a picture for my new deceased mother?'

The painter, who had been preoccupied, was taken aback by the interruption at the moment, and turned his head sharply to look at it—this was not a concern, and both of them were stunned. Aunt Gongsun smiled again when she said this, raised her head and pointed forward, "Let's turn west at the next street entrance." ”

Zhi Zheng listened with relish, and hurriedly asked, "Why are they staying?"

"What passion?" said Aunt Gongsun, who did not understand or care—continued, "After about two blinks, the two suddenly hugged tightly. The painter's eyes were full of tears and he said, 'Immortal, is it really you?'

Lao Pei was also a little excited, and his face swelled with a little blood, and he replied, "I remember you, it seems that you are also doing well." Peace is good, peace is good......'"

"Is Wu Yanzi's name Wu Daozi?" Du Yuan didn't know when he came behind the two of them to eavesdrop on the story, and couldn't help but interject at the moment. As soon as he heard the words "hell has no phase", he was very excited.

"Huh—you're there too?" Aunt Gongsun stopped and turned her head to look at him, "No, it can't be." It was just the four of us who were there. How do you know?"

How do I know? Du Yuan swallowed and foamed. Am I good at studying art--Wu Daozi is a painting saint?--I don't know what kind of art circle my grandfather's masterpieces are mixed with! It's a pity that I can't say anything about these things now......

"You go on, I'm talking too much, guessing. ”

"Hmm...... All right. Aunt Gongsun led everyone to turn to the left and continued, "The name of the painter surnamed Wu, I only learned later, is indeed Mr. Wu Daozi. He and General Pei also seemed to be old friends, so he immediately agreed. Said that when the murals of Ximing Temple were completed, he immediately rushed to Tiangong Temple to build a statue for Pei's mother.

Subsequently, Wu Daozi asked a very reasonable question, 'What does His Excellency look like?'

This ordinary question seems to have stumped Lao Pei. He thought about it for a long time, but his natural disposition to be bad at words prevented him from depicting Pei's mother's appearance in detail—this is my personal reasoning, because I know him very well now.

Lao Pei suddenly bent down and took off a long-edged wolf hair from the painter's pen stand, about one foot and two inches, which was the usual tool used by Lao Wu to outline the folds of his clothes.

I saw him use his pen as a sword, and whirl and dance in the side hall.

Unlike other swordsmen I've seen, Lao Pei's swordsmanship pays more attention to the action of the next game, his feet are like a dream, and every step is very large, leaving only a string of afterimages behind him. Every time I blinked, he appeared in different places, like a ghost......"

Aunt Gongsun touched her chest with her hand, and it seemed that the palpitations had not disappeared so far.

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