"But we've run out of favors last time?"
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and said.
Ogura frowned, tasting the lack of this sentence, different countries are not the same, Chinese like to talk about human feelings, asking people to do things is human feelings, and abroad is slightly different, they are one or two is two, and the most favorite thing to talk about is trading.
Ogura thought for a while before he understood what Xiang Que meant, a vampire who has lived for a long time is not to mention IQ, just having a lot of experience in things.
"Xiang, is there anything I can do for you?"
Xiang Qiao said with a sigh: "Hey, you see······ Don't speak too bluntly, I'm a little embarrassed."
Ogura smiled lightly: "Then forget it?
” "No, no, I'll be polite" Xiang Que swooped next to Ogula and muttered, "It's just right, I have something to look for you······" A few hours ago, Nanjing Tianhou Temple Daoyuan.
On both sides of the main gate of the Daoist Academy, all the Taoist priests in the Tianhou Temple stood quietly with their hands in front of them, and in front of the Dao Gate, a figure holding a gourd pinned to his waist walked over slowly.
"Welcome, Qingyang Palace Sect Leader Qing Xuzi" In front of the gate of Tianhou Palace, an old Taoist shouted like a rainbow.
"Hmm" The Taoist priests standing on both sides bowed at the same time, put one hand on their chest and said, "Amitayus Buddha······" Qingxuzi returned the salute in a serious manner and said: "Amitayus Buddha, all Taoist friends are polite."
"Daoyou came all the way from Qingyang Palace, and you have worked hard all the way," the head of Tianhou Palace stepped forward to say a few words to Zhao Jiahui, and then the two walked inside side by side.
"The Taoist sect of the world is originally a family, I came to the Tianhou Temple to preach the scriptures and preach where the hard work comes from, the avenue is three thousand, I am preaching, preaching morality in the world" Zhao Jiahui brushed the dust, his expression was solemn and serious, Zhao Jiahui at this time, you can't see the state of a little tendon from his face and expression, it is a bit of a master.
There are people in this world, they will be called left-handed geniuses and right-handed madmen, half mentally ill and half immortal.
You are like Li Yan, he has an incomparable brain, computing power and careful thinking, but he is a complete madman, and the same is true of Zhao Jiahui, in other things, he may be a psychopath whose head does not turn but only has a tendon, but when it comes to the Tao At the time of the door, he was the head of the Qingyang Palace who preached the Great Dao for 3,000 in the world, can you still say that he is sick at this time?
If you don't go crazy, you can't live, and in the end, such a stubborn person will either be completely crazy, or they will carry their paranoia to the end, and finally become a legend.
At the same time, at night, the spring breeze by the Qinhuai River was slightly cool.
A lonely figure with his hands behind his back, slightly depressed, he bent his shoulders and clasped his nose with his right fingers, and held a bottle of Lao Baigan who drank more than half of it in his left hand, the spring breeze came slowly, blowing on his head, which was already messy as if his hair had not been washed for a few days was moving with the wind, looking extremely reluctant and obscene.
"Goo, goo, goo" a few bites, and the remaining small half bottle of Lao Baigan was poured into his stomach by him, and then with a casual swing, the wine bottle drew a parabola and fell into the Qinhuai River.
The rippling waves of the water floated to the middle of the river with the bottles.
In the distance, in the Qinhuai River, a painting boat that is extremely rare on weekdays slowly rowed in.
Painting boats are extremely popular in ancient times, at that time there were many painting boats in the Qinhuai River, wandering in the water all day long, at night, literati, scholars, dignitaries, dignitaries and nobles would wait in a row on the shore, until the painting boat approached them, they would choose their favorite painting boats and swarm up.
In the painting boat, there are many courtesans and dancers, and there are those who sell their bodies without selling their arts, and they are put into the modern society, and the painting boat is equivalent to a high-end entertainment place for people's entertainment and pleasure.
The Qinhuai River at night is lively and complicated, after the liberation, especially until now, the painting boat in the Qinhuai River has basically disappeared, even if there is, it is only for visitors to swim in the river and close it, there is no charm of the painting boat.
At this time, the painting boat rowing towards the lonely and gloomy figure was full of lights, singing, and a clear and enchanting female voice slowly came out of the boat.
"Ten miles of Qinhuai River in the gold powder land of the Six Dynasties, drunk without astringency under the breeze and bright moon, and the elegance of the night with a slight ripple" The singing is clear, the sound of the guzheng is clear, the people on the shore are not drunk listening to the song to be dazzled, the figure with his shoulders bent shaking his head, clapping his hands in line with the song in the guzheng that comes out of the painting boat.
After a while, the painting boat slowly approached the shore, and a sampan was lowered from the boat, and then an old man in a robe stood in front of the sampan and arched his hand and said, "Mr.
Lai, please."
The man named Mr.
Lai Da stepped on the sampan with his hands behind his back and walked onto the painting boat, when the song and the zither that had sounded before the cross had suddenly stopped.
The old man who greeted Mr.
Lai Da on the boat bent down and stretched out his hand and said: "Mr.
Lai, the spring breeze is slightly cool, and the boat has prepared good soju and side dishes, please come inside, and then ask Miss Xun'er to play a song for you to help the fun."
At this time, no one approached the Qinhuai River, and if someone came or got on the painting boat, it is estimated that his head would be a little dizzy for a while, because maybe what he saw and heard would make him mistakenly think that he seemed to have traveled hundreds of years ago.
It's a scene that doesn't fit in with modern society and can only be seen on TV or in movies.
Unreal, ethereal, surprising.
Mr.
Lai Da hummed with his hands behind his back, and walked into the main house of the painting boat with his head held high.
At this time, Mr.
Lai Da no longer has a bit of gloomy and lonely taste, but is a little more unfathomable.
In the painting boat, the decoration is antique, the taste is very strong, not only the decoration is so that the women standing on both sides of the painting boat are also dressed as maids, with long skirts and hair high with headbands behind their heads, and their hands crossed in front of them.
Seeing someone come in, the six maids bent their legs together, smiled lightly and saluted: "Hello Mr.
Lai" Mr.
Lai Da waved his hand, then looked straight ahead, and said for the first time after getting on the boat: "Hello Miss Xun'er" Directly in front, four screens of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum stood on both sides, and behind a long table in the middle sat a young woman dressed in palace clothes, her green jade-like fingers were slowly supporting the guzheng on the long table.
"Zheng ······" The guzheng made a soft sound, as if he was talking back to this Mr.
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Lai.
Mr.
Lai raised his head slightly, then walked to the side and sat down cross-legged, and in front of him, a delicate white wine jug was placed in warm water, and next to it was a stack of beef and peanuts.