I rushed from Jianyang to Xunyang City, and it was almost dusk. If I went to Lushan at this time, I was afraid that I would have to walk the mountain road at night. Chen Ziqi decided to rest in Xunyang for one night and go up the mountain again tomorrow morning.
Wu Qian went to book an inn, while Chen Ziqi dragged Dan Yi around the city.
Xunyang City is still as prosperous, and in the teahouse and tavern, the storyteller has started to tell new stories. "Jiangnan heroes besiege Suxinzong", "Jiyangzong has difficulty in marrying a wife and forming a brotherhood", "Flower monks drink and eat meat without reciting Buddha", "The Legend of Yandang Mountain"...
Chen Ziqi liked to listen to stories since he was a child, and he couldn't walk when he saw Mr. Storyteller, so he must listen to a paragraph.
"But it is said that this Extreme Yang Sect only accepts male disciples, all women are slaves and maids, and every household only wants to have boys and not girls. In the entire sect, except for the wife of the head, all are men..." Mr. Storyteller held a folding fan and said Get serious.
On the second floor, Chen Ziqi slowly slapped the melon seeds, took one out, twisted it between his fingertips, and moved it to Danyi's mouth, "Come on, I'll give you one."
Dan Yi, who turned into a little red bird, always likes to chirp. He has never seen a human-shaped Dan Yi chirp like that.
Dan Yi was a little helpless, her family Qi Qi was always so enthusiastic that people could not resist, she looked down to the left and right, Diao Lie and Tu Buxian were still standing on the side, so she had to pick up the folding fan prepared in the teahouse on the table to cover it slightly, In the past, he kissed Chen Ziqi's lips with a "chirp".
Chen Ziqi blinked blankly, burst out laughing, and fed the melon seeds into Dan Yi's mouth, "Aren't you not eating if you don't eat bamboo?"
"In ancient times, there wasn't much to eat, and only bamboo was delicious. Now, there are a lot of foods, so you can taste it." Dan Yi bit the melon seeds and secretly licked Chen Ziqi's fingertips.
Most of the things that ordinary people eat, he can eat, but he doesn't like it very much. Snacks like melon seeds, nuts and cherries are another story.
Chen Ziqi was licked by his fingertips, only to feel a numbness spread from the fingertips to the tail vertebra, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"... Three more drums, the moon was dark and the wind was high, Lu Chenghu turned over and entered the room of the younger brother. The younger brother jumped and asked what was the matter with the brother. Lu Chenghu said, the sect's sect is prosperous and yin is declining, and there is no way to marry a wife. The new brothers and sisters have to let the brothers have a taste..."
"Yu-" The listeners under the stage grinned and coaxed.
On the contrary, the storyteller was even more energetic, picked up the three strings, played the tune, and started to sing: "Don't be embarrassed, brother, it's good to form Longyang together. Oh, it's good to form Longyang together.
The fingers are intertwined with blue silk, and shyly, he picks up the belt.
This is a very characteristic storytelling method on Xunyang's side. After speaking, he will take out the strings and sing, and then he will talk. The tune is simple and catchy.
Chen Ziqi listened with relish, and while listening, he tapped the table with his fingers, which was very pleasant. Dan Yi looked at the people downstairs who were applauding and applauding. Each of them had swords pinned to their waists. Only one table was different from the others. Seeing the indignant expressions on their faces, they thought they were Qi Zong people.
The relationship between Qi Zong and the Sword Alliance is getting worse and worse now, Dan Yi lowered his eyes, stole a few grains of melon seeds that Chen Zi Qi Gang ate, and said to Diao Lie on the side: "Go check, who are those people? ."
Diao Lie took the order and instructed one of his men to run the errand. Not long after, a young man in black sat down with the people at the table and started chatting.
"Why are you in a daze?" Chen Ziqi poked Dan Yi's ribs.
"It's time to go back." Dan Yi pulled Chen Ziqi to stand up.
As the sun went down, the lights were lit on both sides of the street, Chen Ziqi walked with a jump, babbled and sang a little song, "Fingers intertwined, oh, it's good to form Longyang together!"
People on the street looked sideways, looking at such a handsome young man, pulling another handsome young man, intertwining his fingers, singing unbearable lyrics and songs.
"The world is getting worse." The old man who sold wine shook his head and sighed.
The swordsman who sold the wine looked at the backs of the two young men, and seemed to be a little stunned, and immediately smiled, "This world, where is there any wind, if you have wine now, let's get drunk now."
"Even in troubled times, you can't lose your character." The old man snorted coldly and returned the gourd full of wine to the swordsman.
"You are in a corner of Xunyang City, how do you know what the chaos is like outside." The swordsman raised his head and took a sip of wine, then swayed away.
Chen Ziqi stopped and looked back, the wine shop was empty, only the old man who sold the wine was waving the straw rope to catch flies bored.
"What's wrong?" Dan Yi followed his gaze.
"It's nothing, I just heard a somewhat familiar voice, maybe I heard it wrong," Chen Ziqi scratched his head and saw a shop selling plum cakes. Don't be ashamed, brother, brother wants to eat plum cake."
Dan Yi flicked Chen Ziqi's forehead, dumbfounded, and dragged him to buy plum cake.
The men who went to inquire about the news came back soon. Those people belonged to the Extreme Yang Sect. They came to watch the new head of the Suxin Sect take the throne and passed by Xunyang.
Since the death of Silent Master, Luo Hongfeng, the sect master of Qi Zong, has been presiding over the overall situation in Su Xin Zong. Zhao Surou's succession to the throne was also directly notified by the sect master of Qizong to come to watch the ceremony.
"It seems that Luo Hongfeng is very satisfied with Zhao Surou." Chen Ziqi touched his chin. When Su Xinzong was surrounded, he didn't see Luo Hongfeng speaking. Now that Master Wuyin is too dead, he came to preside over the overall situation.
"Luo Hongfeng wants Zhao Hetian's suicide note, but Wuyin has never given it to him. Of course, he hopes that Wuyin will die soon." Dan Yi said lightly. He checked the ancient books of Guiyun Palace. In the early years, no one mentioned the suicide note. There was only one record three hundred years ago. It said that Zhao Hetian seemed to have a suicide note hidden in the Suxin Sect.
Since Guiyun Palace has records, as the sect master of Qi sect, Luo Hongfeng must know something. In recent years, Su Xinzong's frequent actions have attracted Luo Hongfeng's attention. He has always suspected that this matter has something to do with the suicide note.
"You said, can you really become an immortal if you practice martial arts to the extreme?" Chen Ziqi lay on the bed of the inn, playing with Dan Yi's fingers.
"Maybe." Dan Yi thought for a while. He had never seen anyone who had cultivated to become an immortal. Feng, the oldest living ancestor of the Dan family, only lived to be four hundred years old, and finally turned into a dead bone.
"Your Dan family, aren't they immortals?" Chen Ziqi moved his head to Dan Yi's chest and tilted his head to look at him.
"No." Dan Yi touched the furry head and helped him remove the hair tie. They are the descendants of gods, and they are still different from real gods. Strictly speaking, they can only be regarded as a kind of spirit. Born as a bird, but can transform into a human.
The same goes for the birds in Guiyun Palace.
Early the next morning, Chen Ziqi took Wubuxian and Tu Buxian to Mount Lu. Diao Lie, who was already familiar with the Lushan faction, could easily be recognized by the guards, so he was left in Xunyang to support him. Dan Yi turned into a little red bird, nestled in Chen Zi Qi's arms and then slept.
In the early morning, Lushan Mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the thick water vapor brought by the waterfall is very pleasant. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed.
On the mountain road, several Lushan disciples were holding wooden buckets and brushes, struggling to brush something on the stones. Chen Ziqi hit the horse and greeted a few people.
"Little Master Uncle." Several second-generation disciples recognized him, put down the things in their hands and bowed in salute.
"What are you doing?" Chen Ziqi looked up at the smooth stone wall. There were many ink marks on it. Because the water was splashed, the handwriting was blurry and the content could not be seen.
"We're cleaning the rocks," one of them said angrily. "Recently, there are always people scribbling on the rocks in the middle of the night, and the boss ordered us to clean them up."
Chen Ziqi nodded, patted his nephew on the shoulder sympathetically, and shared the plum cake bought in Xunyang among them. Then we continued up the mountain, and sure enough, I saw inscriptions on other stones.
[Nanshan stars and Beishan clouds, looking for immortals in Sandiequan. 】
"This word looks familiar." Chen Ziqi stared at the half of the poem for a while.
"啾." Dan Yi came out and glanced at it, writing vigorously, with lingering literati style and swordsman tenderness, isn't it the handwriting of Luo Yunsheng, the long-winded teacher in Chunxi Hall!
"You see it too?" Chen Ziqi lowered his head and kissed the little red bird on the head.
After Emperor Tiande ascended the throne, Luo Yunsheng resigned, saying that he would continue to travel and write poetry. This person has a hobby, that is, wherever he goes to see the beautiful scenery, he has to write a poem. Mr. Hailou's calligraphy is very valuable among the literati, but it is a pity that these rough swordsmen from the Lushan School do not know how to appreciate it.
Climbing up the mountain and walking to the front of the Lushan School, he saw Amu squatting on the bluestone steps with an unhappy expression on his face. Seeing Chen Ziqi approaching, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped up like a puppy who saw his master, wagging his tail and pounced.
"Chirp!" Looking at the little fat man who was bumping over like a giant siege tree, the little red bird immediately issued a sharp warning sound.
Wu Jian's eyes and hands quickly stopped him, and was carried around in a circle by the impact, "Your Highness is still injured, I won't be able to withstand such a collision with you!"
When Amu heard the words, he immediately stopped and stood there obediently, "Brother, why did you come here!"
"Where's Mother?" Chen Ziqi raised his hand and ruffled Amu's neatly combed hair.
"Mother is in the yard," Amu remembered something, his face pulled down again, "The second brother is also there."
Second child? Chen Ziqi's heart skipped a beat, and followed Amu to see Chang E. Along the way, I heard Amu talk about how annoying the second brother is.
After he was sent to Mount Lu, he found that the second emperor was also here, and he didn't care, he just kept begging his uncle to save his mother. However, the second emperor blocked more, saying that he would not do anything until the day when Su Xinzong was surrounded. The head of Lushan obeyed his words, suppressed his uncle, and delayed so many talents to save people, and in the end he took all the credit for himself.
Thinking of Jiang Liangcai he saw in the Suxinzong Bookstore that day, Chen Ziqi raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the second child also knew something about Zhao Hetian's suicide note. He urged Danyi to attack the Suxin Sect, just to take advantage of the chaos to rummage through the remnants of "Xiao Shao Jiucheng", but Danyi couldn't be fooled, so he came to instruct the Lushan faction.
Jiang Liangcai thought that Chen Ziqi had also received the same task, and he was afraid that he would grab the credit, so he actually started. Being blocked by Chen Ziqi's shield, he threw the two powerful old nuns...
Stepping into the small courtyard where Chang E temporarily lived, she heard a burst of laughter. The second child, Chenzi, was sitting proudly at the stone table in the courtyard, chatting with Chang E. Behind him stood Jiang Liangcai, who should have been beaten to death by the old nun!
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Qi Qi: Why are you looking for "Xiao Shao Jiucheng", isn't it just a piece of music
Second child: Maybe because it sounds good
Qi Qi: I don't think it's as good as "Eighteen Touch"
Second child: Xiao Shao can attract a phoenix, can Shiba touch it? (╰_╯)#
Qiqi: Yes, don't believe me, sing
Bird Attack: Tweet Tweet, the phoenix is here, touch me (⊙v⊙)
Second child: You are cheating!