In the evening, Wen Leyang stood in front of a square, iron-gray building that looked like a huge matchbox. www!QuAnBen-XIaoShuo!cOm.
On a street, all the buildings are unique. Some are sharp-edged and tall; some are bright and cheerful; some are mottled, as if they have just experienced a storm and catastrophe, and are barely standing... Matchboxes are lying on the ground. In the meantime, it looks quite ordinary, a little ugly and clumsy.
Except for the matchbox, every building has a sign that Wen Leyang cannot understand. Rows of letters and numbers create a flavor that is completely opposite to the antique style of the City God Temple.
The streets were a little deserted, with a few pedestrians walking by occasionally, talking to each other in low voices about the strange things that happened in the Chenghuang Temple today.
Wen Leyang looked up at the two large characters on the side wall of the matchbox: Painted City!
The iron-gray building and the large black characters are difficult to distinguish without careful identification.
Wen Leyang was a little surprised and pointed to the big matchbox in front of him: "Is this the Painting City here?" After saying that, he was still worried and said in a more serious tone: "The Leyang family's Painting City is the first family of casual cultivators!"
Liu Zheng was still wearing his sportswear. He kicked his hands in his pockets and cursed with a smile: "Nonsense! Why don't I bring you here?" Since the little rabbit demon Shan Duan left, Liu Zheng led Wen Leyang returned to downtown Shanghai, and it became more and more lively as he walked, from the suburbs to the downtown area. Wen Leyang asked several times on the way, and Liu Zheng smiled and told him that he would know when he got there.
Wen Leyang was afraid that Liu Zheng was deceiving him. Who knew that the big matchbox in front of him was really Huacheng, or was also called Huacheng by Cunjin: "Leyang Wen is not from Shanghai. He speaks Beijing dialect."
Liu Zheng explained to him with a smile: "Huacheng is a casual cultivator, not a mountain sect. Those named Leyang have always been in the world. They practice not only the skills. They also have connections. Those casual cultivators in the deep mountains and old forests They all say that they are living gods who do not eat the fireworks of the world. In fact, no one can get rid of the relationship with the world of mortals. At this time, the connections Huacheng usually manages in the world come into play. For example... "
Wen Leyang said with a smile: "For example, Aunt Hong's grandson goes to school?" This was the first time he went to Mount Emei and heard what Leyang Wen and Aunt Hong said.
Liu Zheng nodded: "That's right! Huacheng can stand out among the casual cultivators. First, it relies on strength. Second, it relies on their connections in the world. No matter which casual cultivator has something to do in the world, they will eventually come to Huacheng. "
Wen Leyang pointed at the matchbox in front of him: "Are you going off topic?"
Liu Zheng shook his head dumbfounded: "It's not off topic! Since ancient times, people have been following the emperor in painting cities. Only in this way can their connections be stable and important enough. So Le Yangwen talks about Jingkou movies. But now it's a big city like Shanghai. There is also a painting city business." He said. He reached out and pointed at the two big characters on the matchbox.
Wen Leyang glanced at Liu Zheng. Suddenly the topic changed: "I still remember the day we first met in Shanghai. The time when the giant pangolin released the demonic essence."
Liu Zheng nodded without knowing why. Wen Leyang continued: "At that time, you told me that there was a tremor in the Wubo Well in the Kunlun Mountains..." Liu Zheng said at that time that there was a tremor in the Wubo Well. So he came to Shanghai to investigate. Later, in Taoist temples, it was said that heavenly paintings conveyed messages to heavenly books. Kunlun Daocai rushed to Shanghai in large numbers. The two times don't match up. However, Wen Leyang did not pursue the matter at the time. It’s okay if you can tell the real situation by yourself.
Liu Zheng quickly defended himself: "The ground was indeed shaken at that time. The ground did splash water all over me. I didn't lie to you about this. When the master received the message from the real person Tianhua, he left me to watch it in Kunlun Mountain. Home. Later, I was splashed with water by Wubojing. I knew it was a serious matter and rushed to Shanghai."
Wen Leyang waited for him to finish explaining. Then he smiled and shook his head: "I'm not talking about this. I just want to say that I asked you at that time. Are there any other monks in Shanghai? You told me that Shanghai is too prosperous and is not conducive to cultivating heaven..."
Liu Zheng chuckled a few times: "It was because of my uncle's accident that we searched carefully in Shanghai and found out that this matchbox is actually the management of the painting city, but there is indeed not even a monk in it. I I didn’t think much about it. I didn’t know that there was a painting of the city involved, so I didn’t need to mention it to you, which would save me the trouble of explaining it.”
After speaking, Liu Zheng paused and his tone became solemn: "Hanba has been in Shanghai for more than a day or two. Since Leyang Wen and Hanba are connected, I have to go in and see this painting city! The old nest of Huacheng is still in Beijing, but if we want to trace Han Bao’s whereabouts, this place should be more reliable.”
Wen Leyang nodded and pointed around: "What on earth is this place?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden muffled sound, and all the buildings on the entire street lit up with blazing lights at the same moment!
The original desolation and loneliness on the street were shattered by all kinds of neon lights, and the beautiful moments that only belong to the Chinese years made the entire street become blurred.
The iron-gray matchbox also bloomed with a metallic heaviness. The tallness in the day turned into a piece of lead pressed into the body from the bottom of the eyes at dusk, and the two large ink characters turned into silver-white under the light. , like a hardened blade, easily breaks through the barriers in everyone's heart. The pleasure is accompanied by the sharp metal sting, and quickly flows with the blood!
All kinds of buildings flaunt their individuality and temptation under their own lights, but the painted city is like a dagger placed among toys, coldly waiting for the children's choice.
Wen Leyang almost spilled the poisonous undercurrent on the soles of his shoes, and the lights on the entire street turned on at the same time, which was no worse than Lei Xinsha.
Liu Zheng's eyes immediately became excited: "This area is called Xintiandi! The most famous bar area in Shanghai!"
Wen Leyang grunted, swallowed, and couldn't hide the excitement on his face: "This...is this a bar?" Wen Leyang has been haunting the mountains and forests in the past few years, but when he has free time, he also reads books, newspapers and listens to the radio. I have heard of the word bar, and I also know that a bar is a collection of words related to hormones such as carnival, indulgence, and ambiguity.
Wen Leyang didn't want to indulge, but he always wanted to see what indulgence was like.
Liu Zheng seemed a little more steady than Wen Leyang, just a little more steady, and nodded vigorously: "One of the most famous bar areas in the country... What are you doing!" As he said this, he grabbed Wen Leyang's arm.
Wen Leyang pointed at the painted city and said matter-of-factly: "Go in!"
Liu Zheng looked very diplomatic: "Come back at 9:30 in the evening! The door is not open yet, and we have to be kicked out if we go in now."
Wen Leyang was obviously disappointed, but he still knew in his heart that he was here to investigate the case. It had nothing to do with whether the bar was open or not. With his and Liu Zheng's hands, they could sneak in without anyone noticing with their eyes closed.
Liu Zheng was like a big brother encouraging his brothers to cheer up: "These days, our Kunlun Dao has been tracking down the murderer who injured my uncle. Although there are no monks here, it is a place where the city is painted after all. We also arranged for disciples to monitor us. Yesterday A few monks who didn't know the details came here at night, but they didn't go in. They just walked around and left."
Wen Leyang's eyes lit up: "Are you here to step on the plate? Why didn't you follow?"
Liu Zheng glanced at Wen Leyang with a wry smile: "I was going to follow you, but brother, you suddenly released the demon essence. They were frightened away. The Kunlun disciples immediately rushed back to their master to stand by. I didn't even get to the Oriental Pearl Tower... There was a big chaos in the Chenghuang Temple during the day, and those people will either not come again. If they do come, it will definitely be tonight! It just depends on whether their plans for painting the city are big or not."
Wen Leyang's voice was decisive: "Hua Cheng must be investigated, and those who have plots against Hua City must also be investigated!"
Liu Zheng's eyebrows were dancing and he pulled Wen Leyang: "Come on, let's go shopping for clothes!"
Liu Zheng was wearing a tattered sportswear. Wen Leyang's famous brand shirt was smashed in the City God's Temple. He was casually wearing a Kunlun disciple's sweatshirt. Even if Wen Leyang had never been to a bar before, he knew how he was dressed now. Not suitable.
The two of them put on new clothes. When it comes time to check out. Liu Zheng pretended to take out a piece of ancient jade, and Wen Leyang glared at him fiercely.
In addition, Liu Zheng also bought a travel bag. Put the flying sword and the big trumpet wrapped in green cloth inside. While eating, Liu Zheng mysteriously took some food from his backpack. He took out a thin piece of leather and handed it to Wen Leyang.
Wen Leyang's face lit up. He had seen this kind of thing in the Brotherhood of No Talk, a human skin mask.
Liu Zheng said with a smile: "Since the Five Blessings Gathering in Jiuding Mountain, you have become a celebrity in Taoism. If you want to do something secretly in the future, it is best to carry such small items with you." Wen Leyang used to have people following him when he went out. , I have never worried about these small Jianghu props, and I thought that I would also have to prepare a satchel.
After eating this meal, it was as if grass had grown in my heart, and the dishes on the plate seemed to have turned into grass. The two brothers were very excited, and they tried their best to pretend to be serious. At 8:30, no one could sit still anymore...
Liu Zheng was still relatively experienced. He took Wen Leyang to find an ATM on the street. He took out a card from his pocket shakily, inserted it, and explained to Wen Leyang with a smile: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient to swipe the card in the bar... "Before he finished speaking, aTm spat out his card with a click, without any hesitation or even a hint.
Liu Zheng was stunned and pointed at the teller machine: "It... it spit it out?"
Wen Leyang finally understood. Liu Zheng pulled him to withdraw the money. He nodded bitterly: "It's not spitting out the card, it's spitting at you!" As he said that, he inserted his card and pressed the password. Wen Leyang was almost lying on the keyboard, and Liu Zheng said with a smile: "I am also the leader of Kunlun Dao, and I will not covet..."
Wen Leyang interrupted him directly: "No roots!"
When I returned to Xintiandi Bar Street, the entire neighborhood had completely changed. Not to mention how bustling and lively it was, but the restlessness that had been sleeping in every corner during the day had now come out unscrupulously and completely permeated every corner. Under a neon light!
Wen Leyang and Liu Zheng put on their masks and walked into the painting city stiffly. It was shortly after nine o'clock and the show hadn't started yet, but there were already a lot of people in the painting town.
As soon as the two brothers entered the venue, a wave of heat immediately spread across the stage. The dance music that was warming up used crazy rhythms to set off the melodious tunes. In the two completely different voices, the ambiguous flavor was poured into every pore. , like all nightclubs, the right lighting turns mediocre looks into beautiful haziness, and also coats the real beauty with a veil of temptation. Who cares, what everyone pays more attention to should be the slender legs.
Wen Leyang was a little embarrassed, not because of the navel that kept moving in front of him, as if it was smiling at him. It's because they immediately became the center of attention as soon as they came in. Almost everyone who saw them would keep their eyes on them for a while.
A young girl who was taking the seat ran over, her face was stunned, and then she smiled again: "The two bosses are really interesting!"
Wen Leyang frowned, not knowing what he was interested in. He glanced sideways at Liu Zheng, the young leader next to him. Immediately startled, Liu Zheng turned to look at him. That face is not Liu Zheng, but Andy Lau.
Wen Leyang still recognized Andy Lau, and he was so angry and funny that he reached out and pulled off Andy Lau's face: "You'd better stop wearing the mask!"
Liu Zheng frowned: "Isn't Andy Lau good?"
Wen Leyang knew that he was out of tune, but he didn't know that he was so out of tune. Not to mention that he was still a star-chasing fan, so I couldn't find the right words to scold him. After a while, he continued to ask Andy Lau: "Who is my mask, Tony Leung?"
Liu Zheng laughed and shook his head: "It's also Andy Lau!"
The little girl giggled and bent down, leading the two people to a small booth, and introduced diligently: "The minimum purchase is usually 1,800. Today is the weekend, and the minimum purchase is 3,800."
The two Andy Lau, who held their faces in their hands, held their breath at the same time. Wen Leyang really wanted to ask Liu Zheng. Will the monks come again on Monday
That's when. The roaring dance music stopped abruptly, and the originally dim and ambiguous lights suddenly brightened. It pierced everyone's eyes fiercely, and was quickly extinguished. Wen Leyang was immediately on alert. There was another electronic roar, and countless cold fireworks shot up on the stage with dazzling brilliance. Instantly the whole place cheered. At half past nine, Painting City begins.
The violent music sounded like a crazy beast, tearing apart all the waiting in an instant.
Ambiguity is a process, and indulgence is the ultimate goal. Today's music is an ambiguous prologue. Its intensity is not intended to dissipate the ambiguity, but is just for those guys and girls who have been waiting for too long to vent their anxious mood. They have been waiting since nine o'clock. We started to enter the venue and have been waiting for half an hour...
Wen Leyang took a breath while looking at the wine list.
Liu Zheng advised him carefully: "Minimum consumption, if you don't order it, it will be a waste... If you can catch Leyang Wen, you might be able to give us a discount... "
Wen Leyang grimaced: "I don't know these things!" All the wines have English names, followed by prices of more than three digits, and they are all big numbers.
Liu Zheng tentatively ordered a few things. After asking the waiter that he was sure that he had ordered drinks, he let out a sigh of relief. Then he suddenly remembered something and asked the waiter: "Are there any carrots?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment: "There are freshly squeezed tomato and carrot juices."
Liu Zheng shook his head: "Don't squeeze it into juice, but whole carrots."
The waiter looked troubled: "Then you have to settle the bill based on freshly squeezed juice." Liu Zheng nodded. When the carrots came up, Wen Leyang sighed. This plate of carrots cost more than all the carrots he had eaten in the past twenty years combined. expensive.
Liu Zheng looked at the excitement in the nightclub as he looked at the heat that had just begun to spread. He said to Wen Leyang, "Relax first. I'll go out for a walk." He stood up and left.
Wen Leyang also nodded, poured a glass of wine whose name he still didn't know, put two pieces of ice on it as if it were a poison, took a cautious sip, and smiled. Although the taste is weird, it's not unpleasant, just a bit unaccustomed to it.
Suddenly a burst of shouting came from his chest. I was convinced and jumped up, drawing a graceful arc under the flickering lights... I jumped into an empty wine glass, and then turned around in the glass. He would look at Wen Leyang and see the wine bottle on the table, and he would jump with anxiety.
Wen Leyang laughed loudly. When the glass of wine was half full, only a bug's head was exposed. I picked up another piece of ice and tapped the rim of the cup. I shook my head in admiration, and then plunged into the wine... A few seconds later, the wine in the cup was still there, and I was so drunk that it started to float.
Wen Leyang smiled at the bug and cursed: "Good drinker!" Then he squatted the cup aside and let me soak happily in the wine. I ignored him and started pouring and drinking by myself, silently calculating in my mind. : Five yuan a mouthful!
Not long after, Liu Zheng came back with a smile, followed by two girls in short skirts and short-shirts. Wen Leyang looked up and was shocked again, two Andy Lau in skirts.
Liu Zheng winked at Wen Leyang, and then whispered: "There is not a single monk here now. Even if there are people who paint the city, they should be ordinary people."
After the girls sat down, they excitedly took off their masks and asked Liu Zheng, "Did you really do this?"
Liu Zheng nodded, with an artist's persistence on his face: "Made of human skin!"
The two girls screamed excitedly at the same time and slapped the table with their hands. Liu Zheng laughed loudly and raised my drunken cup: "Drink!"
Wen Leyang snatched it down quickly with quick hands and eyes. As soon as the two girls raised their wine glasses, they squeaked out at the same time and stared at Wen Leyang curiously: "Are you... making wine? Using Macallan to make... medicinal wine?" Before he finished speaking, , I felt shocked after taking it. I stood up from the wine, looked around, and then fell straight back into the wine.
Wen Leyang smiled and replied loudly: "I raised this bug. He likes to drink, but he doesn't drink much!"
The two girls cheered in unison again and slapped the table with their hands. After a while, one of them said to the other thoughtfully: "This bug loves to eat carrots!" As he said that, he pointed to the table. Serve that plate of smooth and slippery carrots.
Liu Zheng's eyes were bright. He leaned into Wen Leyang's ear and whispered: "Outside, there are two monks!"
Wen Leyang nodded: "You should also be careful."
Liu Zheng chuckled: "They are so far apart that they can't smell my... Huh!" Halfway through speaking, Liu Zheng suddenly let out an unexpected breath.
Wen Leyang was also stunned at this moment. Two burly men in suits and leather shoes, each wearing a nondescript hat, walked into the painting city in excitement and anxiety. Wen Leyang was very familiar with the two of them. Two precious disciples, Master Jifei and Monk Shuijing.
At this time, Liu Zheng continued to whisper: "Four more are here! Don't worry about drinking, they can't hide it from me. In the painting city, I can know where these people go." He is the head of Kunlun.
Wen Leyang thoughtfully put the cup to his mouth and took a sip of wine: "Hey, I can't figure it out..." Before he could finish his words, he spit out all the wine with a puff.
The two girls laughed.
I took some bubble wine and it was so hot! (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)