Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 335 Give me Kangkang~

   "Master Zhou Zhou? Why are you here?"

  Mo Shanshan turned around the corner, looked up suddenly, and happened to see a familiar figure appearing in the alley, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he caught a glimpse of the swaying red and green ribbon at the end of the alley, and suddenly remembered the strange expression of the peddler when he asked for directions.

Hearing Mo Shanshan's slightly surprised voice, Zhou Ji was obviously not a thief, but somehow felt a guilty conscience, turned around stiffly, showing a gentle and generous smile, "I talked with my master last night while holding a candle, We accidentally chatted until dawn."

   Zhou Ji said in the same doubt, "Shanshan, why did you run to such a place?"

  Master and Zhou Ji are drinking in the brothel

  Mo Shanshan looked dazed, as if his world view had collapsed.

Seeing that she had been silent for a while, Zhou Ji couldn't help shaking his hand in front of her eyes, Mo Shanshan then reacted, lowered his head, and said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I heard that Miss Shuizhuer with the red sleeves has a pretty good one in her hand. The word, specially looking for it to see if she can give up her love."

Mo Shanshan likes calligraphy the most, and one of the three idiots is named after it. Seeing her walking in the city last night with a few scrolls in her hand, Zhou Ji already guessed that she was collecting the names of famous masters back then. Unexpectedly found the red sleeve trick, Zhou Ji couldn't help showing a trace of curiosity, and smiled.

   "Red Sleeve Trick is a hook after all. It's inconvenient for you as a girl to go in and out of the house. How about I go with you? By the way, I can also see who's calligraphy is so persistent."

  Mo Shanshan's face flushed slightly, no matter how ignorant she was of the world, she knew that this kind of place was not the place she should come to, and she felt a little moved and hesitated.

  Finding that Mo Shanshan was still hesitant, Zhou Ji took a rare tough turn, stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it, let's go?"

  Mo Shanshan originally wanted to find all those words scattered by Zhou Ji, and give him a surprise, but now that Zhou Ji grabbed his wrist, he no longer insisted, followed him step by step, and followed him into the red sleeve move a little awkwardly.

Zhou Ji shook his head and smiled lightly, feeling the faint fragrance and gentle warmth coming from his side, the memories that had been dusty for thousands of years inadvertently turned up in his heart, the smile on his face was slightly restrained, and the eyes that were as quiet as lake water rippled .

  Last night, the attic has not yet been cleaned up. The cold wind blows the tulle curtains, and there are still two crooked wine cups on the table.

  The sky is slightly bright, and everything is silent.

Mo Shanshan followed Zhou Ji from the front hall to the promenade, and then from the promenade to the attic. Looking at the deserted and silent scene around him, his cramped footsteps gradually became light and relaxed. Although his cheeks were still hot and shy, There is also a bit of novelty in those ethereal eyes under the lens.

  Picking up the veil with his hand, Mo Shanshan walked slowly to the fence, glanced at the exquisite landscape garden downstairs, and his eyes fell on the wine jug on the table.

  The jug is still warm, with a hint of fruity sweetness, but no rouge fragrance.

  Mo Shanshan turned around, Zhou Ji seemed to be explaining something to the clerk, when he came over, Mo Shanshan covered his mouth and smiled and said: "Isn't Mr. Zhou a regular visitor here? How can you be so familiar with this place?"

The pure and clear lenses covered the pair of watery, smiling eyes under the early morning sun. Zhou Ji couldn't see the smile in Mo Shanshan's eyes on the lenses reflecting the sunlight, but heard the specious familiarity. .

   "Mr. Zhou, didn't you say that you have never been to Goulan Painting Boat before? Why does it look so familiar, but it seems like you have come home."

   At the moment when Zhou Ji lost his mind, Mo Shanshan thought that he had joked too much, so he hurried forward to apologize.

  Zhou Ji shook his head, looked at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression, calmed down, and said with a smile, "I've been to the Goulan Huafang several times, but it's all about the past."

  Zhou Ji told Mo Shanshan all kinds of past events when he was a robber saint. While talking, a graceful woman came lightly with lotus steps.

  Shui Zhu'er bowed to Zhou Ji and saluted, and glanced at the delicate woman next to her who exuded a bookish look from the inside out, showing curiosity.

"Miss Shui Zhu'er, this is Master Mo Shan of Dahe Country Mochi Garden. I came here today to ask for a word from the girl." Zhou Ji introduced their respective identities to the two, and exchanged a few words with Shui Zhu'er , This is the origin of this trip.

Shui Zhu'er's eyes dimmed, and the softness between her brows showed a touch of sadness. Although she was the most popular girl in Hongxiu Zhao, she was just a girl, facing the master of the old book building of the academy and the owner of the mountain in Mochiyuan. , she could only say bitterly, "What Lord Mo Shan asked for, could it be Master Yan Se's words?"

Mo Shanshan saw the dimness in Shui Zhu'er's eyes, and was surprised that Yan Se, the world-renowned talisman master, had a great relationship with the girl from Hongxiu Zhao. He glanced at Zhou Ji, and said hesitantly, "Master Yan Se's calligraphy is good, but Not what I asked for."

  Zhou Ji was glanced at by Mo Shanshan, and while he was quite puzzled, he became more and more curious.

Yan Se is a senior who has been famous for a long time, and has controlled the Shocking God Formation for many years. His attainments in talismans and formations can be said to be the best in the world. Although he is no longer here, if he gets his characters, he may be able to use them to judge the talismans. Get a glimpse of his talisman mysteries.

  If it wasn't the word "begging for beauty", what would it be?

   Isn’t it a chicken soup post?

  Zhou Ji shook his head, and immediately dismissed this ridiculous idea.

If it was Mo Shanshan in the past, when he came into contact with the rubbings of the chicken soup post, he might be amazed at the exquisite structure of the brushwork. Now he has learned calligraphy from Zhou Ji, who has been passed down for five thousand years in another world. Calligraphy alone In other words, her vision has reached the same level as those of Zhou Ji, Ning Que and the others.

  Hearing that Mo Shanshan didn't ask her to ask for Yan Se's character, Shui Zhu'er was relieved, but at the same time showed a curious look, and hesitated: "Then what word does Master Mo Shan want?"

  Mo Shanshan's cheeks blushed, and he said softly, "The son of the Zhao family in the east of the city stole a letter from his home and gave it to the girl more than a year ago. I wonder if the letter is still in the girl's hands?"

"Mr. Zhao?" Shui Zhu'er glanced at Zhou Ji strangely, and seeing that his expression was normal, she turned her gaze back to Mo Shanshan and thought for a while, "That's true. Master Mo Shan, wait a moment, I'll I'll go back to my room and find you."

  Seeing her rushing away, Zhou Ji just sighed softly, and teased, "When did Shanshan know Mr. Zhao? Which Mr. Zhao? The one who paid for the audience?"

"It's the one in Buzhuang in the east of the city?" Mo Shanshan couldn't help but smile slightly, his eyes full of smiles stared at Zhou Ji's, and he looked at each other, "I just found out about it after a few rounds yesterday. The second son of the Zhao family stole the calligraphy and painting from Hongxiu Zhao and gave it to Miss Shui Zhu'er, so he came here to inquire."

After a while, Shui Zhu'er turned back from the long corridor with a wooden box in her arms. Mo Shanshan walked briskly, went forward to open the wooden box, and quietly unfolded the scroll with his back to Zhou Ji. He recognized at a glance that it was him something to look for.

   "Mysterious~"

  Zhou Ji walked closer and found that Mo Shanshan had closed the wooden box again, so he couldn't help curling his lips.

  Leaving the Red Sleeve Trick and returning to the noisy street market, the morning light was shining, and the people in Chang'an had already woken up, and a long queue had formed in front of the breakfast stall.

Zhou Ji looked at Mo Shanshan who was holding on to the wooden box and shook his head and chuckled. She wanted to peek into the box several times, but she turned sideways to avoid it. The footprints on the snow gradually became messy. The mountain owner of Mochiyuan rarely has the opportunity to play with her seniors and sisters, and she has never gotten along with men like this. At this moment, she seems to have forgotten her identity and responsibility, like an elf in the snow, looking for Back to the long-lost innocence.

Suddenly, the two of them paused, and white air rose from the steamer just opened on the street. In front of the steamed bun shop, a dark-skinned ascetic with a face full of wind and frost passed through the dense white mist and stopped. roadside.

   "There were very few ascetic monks in Chang'an in the past. I didn't expect to see one yesterday, and another one popped up today."

   Zhou Ji looked at the monk on the street and said with great interest.

  Mo Shanshan saw a trace of familiarity from this fierce-looking monk. This paranoid and domineering aura is very similar to that evil monk who asked Mochi Garden and Baita Temple to switch camps in the wasteland.

Mo Shanshan heard from Zhou Ji about the battle between Ning Que and Guan Hai yesterday, leaned close to his body, and whispered, "Both are monks, but they are different. Brother Guan Hai is the great virtue of Xuankong Temple in Lanke Mountain. This person is more like a disciple of the Baita Temple in the Moonland Kingdom."

Aware of the gazes of the two, the monk stood on the ground with his iron staff, his expression indifferent and showing a hint of arrogance, he stopped looking at the two of them, and stood quietly by the side of the road, as if he was waiting for someone .

   Zhou Ji had a thought, and did not use the technique of condensing the voice into a line, but imitated Mo Shanshan's move, lowered his head close to her ear, and whispered, "Shanshan, why don't we make a bet?"

The warm breath slapped against the ear, itching and tickling, staining the crystal clear earlobe red, scalding the fat and thin cheeks, Mo Shanshan gently bit the corner of his lower lip, resisting not to make a sound, and stepped back Half a step, lowered his head and said, "What bet?"

   "Just bet on who the monk is waiting for."

  Zhou Ji didn't force himself to repeat the old tricks, but smiled lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "If I win, how about you let me see the words in the box?"

  Mo Shanshan calmed down and said calmly, "Then what if you lose?"

   "Well~ You make the conditions, I promise you one thing." Zhou Ji said generously.

   "Any conditions are acceptable?" Mo Shanshan raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ji, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

  Zhou Ji nodded and said, "Any conditions are fine."

  Seeing Zhou Ji's confident look, Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, hesitated and agreed, "Then tell me, who is this monk waiting for?"

   "Ning Que."

   As soon as Zhou Ji finished speaking, he saw the monk turned his head to look at him. His cold and indifferent eyes lacked the compassion of Buddhism, just like a dry stone or a grain of gravel.

   Dao Shi said indifferently, "I just heard the name of Mr. Thirteen from the two of you mentioned the name of Mr. Thirteen of the academy, do you know where to find him?"

  Zhou Ji said: "He is the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, so naturally he is on the second floor of the back hill of the academy? You are not afraid of the other gentlemen of the academy, so you only dare to block him in Chang'an city?"

"Your Excellency speaks unscrupulously, aren't you afraid that disaster will come out of your mouth!" Daoshi said the last word, the iron staff was raised high and slammed on the ground. Amidst the roar, countless cracks appeared in the bricks and stones under Daoshi's feet, spreading like spider webs. In the eyes of Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan, it turned into an endless abyss that kept sinking, trying to swallow their consciousness.

  A cold snort suddenly exploded in Dao Shi's ear, and all the cobwebs, cracks, and abyss pulled by his thoughts dissipated instantly.

   Daoshi's spirit was severely injured, as if the big clock in the temple was stirring in his mind.

  The surging blood made him unable to resist opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. By the time he recovered, the two people in front of him had long since disappeared, and at some point in front of him appeared a strange man with a crooked mouth.

  Ning Que looked at the middle-aged ascetic monk with a strange look on his face and asked, "He came to look for me?"

   Dao Shi wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, realizing that Ning Que was not in the middle stage of Dongxuan, he calmed down a little, and saluted, "Baishi Pagoda Dao Shi, I have met Mr. Thirteen."

   As soon as the words fell, a nightmarish voice came from the side.

   "Look, I guessed right~"

   Daoshi's face changed slightly, and he turned to look behind him, only to see the couple talking and laughing in a tea shop not far away.

   "It turned out to be the senior brother of Baishita." Ning Que bowed back to Daoshi, with a bad premonition in his heart, "Senior brother came to look for me, I don't know what it is?"

  Although he couldn't figure out the reality of the couple, Ning Que's realm was clearly the Dongxuan Realm. Dao Shi hesitated, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Thirteen, please enlighten me."

Now that he has joined the WTO, he will naturally face endless challenges. Ning Que was already mentally prepared for this situation after he had discussed with Lan Ke Xuankong yesterday, but he was eating breakfast just now. He was pulled over by Zhou Ji, and he was asked for advice inexplicably. He was at a loss, so he could only delay: "I have some important things to do today. I think the master is also injured. Can you wait a few more days?" , when the master recovers from his injury, and my work is done here, it’s not too late to discuss each other?"

As Qu Ni's disciple, Dao Shi inherited Qu Ni's domineering and domineering character, but failed to inherit her viciousness and viciousness. He just lost face with Zhou Ji and now urgently needs to regain his pride from Ning Que. .

  The face was as sinking as water, and he couldn't stand his beak and said: "Buddhism pays attention to the law of destiny. I came all the way from the moon to meet you in this prosperous city of Chang'an. How can I miss you?"

   "Then can I admit defeat?" Ning Que asked tentatively.

   "It's meaningless to say you've lost without a fight." Dao Shi said coldly.

  Seeing his tough attitude, Ning Que looked at the tea shop behind Daoshi on tiptoe, and said helplessly, "Hey, you're causing me trouble, so don't worry about killing it or burying it?"

  However, when he tiptoed to probe, he found that the tea shop behind Dao Shi was empty, and only the shop owner was clearing up the used dishes on the table.

   (Thanks to "Gluttony Little Baozi" for the reward of 1100 coins.)

  (end of this chapter)