Blind Date In Time and Space Chapter 109

  Chapter 109 Hate that there are no real immortals in the world

  After arriving at the theater listening place, Chen Ji realized that he had lost his mind.

  This is not a movie theater, but the Bund, a place called Qunfang River.

  Qunfang River got its name from Qunfang Building.

  It was originally just for the fun of the porters on the docks.

   Later, it may be profitable, and the number of brothels gradually increased, making it difficult to do business all of a sudden.

  A woman from Qunfanglou came up with an idea, set up a stage by the river, and danced in vain for passers-by.

   This is a big deal.

  The lightly dressed maiko, with a slim figure and a charming expression, successfully aroused the strong interest of these porters after dancing for a long time.

  It was full that night, and the business was very good.

  Other brothels have followed suit, and their momentum is getting bigger and bigger, and people from the city are also attracted.

  In the end, this place became the liveliest place in Yongkang County at night.

  If you don't sell your body as a performer, once you sell your body, you will be an oiran of tens of thousands of taels;

  A dancer who is more enchanting and has learned swordsmanship and dances with sword light;

  Busy and expensive card halls, restaurants, martial arts arenas, open-air theaters, elephant aunt halls, piano courtyards, jewellery, rouge eyebrow pencils, snack juggling, Jianghu sect residences, herbal medicines, and various weapon shops.

   Everything you can think of that you can't think of is here!

   "Today's Qunfangjiang is not just a place for...fireworks."

   Sitting on a boat with Chen Ji, Xia Shumin, who finished explaining to him, blushed and said softly.

   After all, this place was started by the affairs of Fengyue, so it's a bit embarrassing to say it.

   "I see."

  Chen Ji smiled lightly, and didn't talk too much about this topic. After all, the little lady is a young lady who hasn't left the court. Even when she goes out on a date, she brings two maids with her—now they stay in the cabin to eat and drink, not together.

   At this time, the scene of Dream of Red Mansions had not yet started, and Chen Ji and her were boating and had dinner along the way.

  The Qunfang River is open, and there are many restaurants on both sides of the river that are hung with lanterns. People sit and drink in seven or eight-storey pavilions.

There are many small boats on the river like the painting boat Chen Ji is sitting on now, carrying four or five people, with a table of wine and food on the bow, and the boatman at the stern slowly rocking the boat, listening to the opera on the open-air stage or enjoying the dance on both sides of the river. Ji Yaoluo's figure, or stop the boat ashore, and ask the riverside restaurant to bring some jugs of fine wine.

   Drink freely, all night long.

   "When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy."

   Touching the scene, Chen Ji couldn't help but think back to the classic ancient poems he had learned after seeing these ancient scenes.

  Especially there is an elegant little lady who loves poetry and songs beside her.

  After she finished listening to this poem, her eyes sparkled instantly, and the food was no longer delicious. She repeated it in her small mouth, chewing on this poem with light words and ethereal artistic conception, just like a poem written by the poet Taibai.

   Judging from her performance, Chen Ji knew that this work handed down by Tang Gong in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty did not appear in this world.

   "I don't know the sky is in the water when I'm drunk, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy... Well, it's really a good poem!"

  In a small boat next to it, an old man cheered heartily.

Then there was another sound of drinking, and after drinking a pot, he let out a breath, laughed and repeated it again, looked over, and praised: "Little brother, this poem really won my heart. I don't know who wrote it. ?”

  Chen Ji looked over and found that there were two old men on the boat next to him, both of them were young and energetic, one of them looked like a great Confucian with a refined temperament, while the other was unkempt, his face flushed from drinking, and his expression was drunk.

   It's also fortunate that this is the world of martial arts, otherwise he would easily get into trouble if he drank like this.

"yes-"

   "It was made by the young master~"

  When Chen Ji wanted to answer, Xia Shumin spoke up first, forcing him to become Wen Chaogong.

   "I didn't expect the little brother to have such a great talent."

  The old man praised again, and asked: "I don't know what the whole poem is?"

  Xia Shumin also looked at him.

  At this time, the two poems that the old man cheered and read just now have been spread on both sides of the river. The power of the famous lines through the ages is extraordinary.

  Chen Ji can only act as Wen Chaogong once, and finish reading this poem to Xia Shumin and the two old men:

   "The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun has many gray hairs overnight.

  After drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy. "

  Although some texts are not on topic, with the last two famous lines, the scene is still suppressed, and everyone is thinking about it carefully.

   But the old man was dumbfounded.

   Isn't this poem a true portrayal of him?

  He, who was originally drunk and drinking, fell silent at this moment, as if he was recalling all kinds of things in his mind.

   After a long time, he sighed to another elegant old man:

"Old friend, ninety years ago, every time I met you, you always sighed and said that you have traveled all over the world, but you couldn't find the way to go beyond martial arts. Traveled all over the world but found nothing and laughed at it."

  Chen Ji was a little surprised, why did the old man suddenly say this?

  Ninety years ago, so they were at least a hundred years old.

  Xia Shumin suddenly became surprised and looked at the two old men.

   "Seventy years ago."

The old man continued: "You said that I couldn't open that dim door, and I didn't even know if the door was there or if there was a way. I sighed that my mortal body was getting old day by day, and I laughed at you for learning from Qin Shihuang. I laughed at your age." There are a lot of them, and they don't even have any children.”

   In front of him, the elegant old man just smiled.

  Xia Shumin became flustered and lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.

  The old man said again: "Fifty years ago, my wife passed away, and my sons and granddaughters gave birth to a lot of children, and the children gave birth to children. The Li family has a large family, and the New Year is very lively.

  Every time I have a big birthday, there will always be a large group of people from the Jianghu who come to congratulate me. Everyone respectfully calls me an old man, and as long as I am here, the world will not be chaotic.

  But I'm used to seeing it. I don't know when it started, and I felt that being full of children and grandchildren and being famous all over the world is nothing more than that.

Until one day, I found that not only could I not remember the names of many descendants, but I was even indifferent to their unexpected death. I sat in a chair in the dark old house in depression and numbness all day long, recalling the past Jianghu events, and remembering how you went with old friends. This place is looking for the Taoist expert, looking for the scenes of hidden real immortals. "

  “Until then, I suddenly realized that although my body is still alive, my heart is about to die.”

   "I was eager to find you in the Valley of the Immortals. I saw you cultivating yourself in the valley, comprehending the way of heaven, unmoved by ordinary things, like an old fairy in the valley, happy and content."

   "At that moment, I really woke up."

   "Everything in the world, all living beings, only the Tao is eternal, and only the immortals exist forever. Only by asking the immortals can you live forever!"

  The old man was impassioned, as if after an epiphany, the way to become a fairy is already in front of him.

  Chen Ji is a little strange, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Tang Gong's poems, right?

"Unfortunately."

The old man surnamed Li sighed deeply again, "After I set foot on this road, I didn't know why you, old friend, told me ninety years ago that the road ahead was over, and why did you say that there is no truth in hating the world?" Immortal!"

   "Hate the world without true immortals?"

  The green bamboo in the cabin poked out a small head and said with a smile: "First, there is no way to ask immortals, second, there is no way to seek immortals, and third, there is no real immortal. Old man, you also want to be king, and third hate it?"

  Xia Shumin had already covered her cheeks with a handkerchief at some point, and after hearing what the maid said, she hurriedly got up and pushed her back into the cabin.

  Chen Ji had a strange expression upon hearing this.

  Should I say...

   "Wang Sanhen? Hahaha, I want to be Zhao Sanhen!"

  The old man surnamed Li laughed loudly, picked up the jug and said to his old friend:

"Seventy years ago, I persuaded you to drink more, and you were so drunk that you didn't have to worry about whether you were immortal or not. Now I advise myself, drink! If you drink so much that you don't know the sky is in the water, your life's fairy dreams will press the stars, and the immortals will come. Come here, hahaha!"

  (end of this chapter)

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