That Person In That River and Lake

  Chapter 149 The little girl sings, the old man plays the erhu

  There are many kinds of people, but there is only one kind of people that does not exist, and that is born noble.

However, no matter in that world, there will be class distinctions, which are all based on some specific foundations. In this stormy rivers and lakes, strength is paramount. Regardless of strength, identity is just like Liu Yiqing, even if he does not have With the identity of Jiu Chi, he is also the son of the head of the Langya Sword Sect. This identity is placed on the rivers and lakes, and I hope it will be enough for him to run amok.

Or maybe it's not close. Liao Zhiyuan, the young owner of Tingyun Mountain Villa, cannot deny that he was destined to become the kind of person that many people envy since he was born. This is because of his identity. Even if he is Biyang The number one dude in the government.

  Whether it is Liu Yiqing or Liao Zhiyuan, they all have the same identity, they are all disciples of the Great School, direct disciples, and they have been owned since birth. Their mentality is very peaceful, and they see mountains as mountains and water as water.

But there is also a kind of high-status person. This kind of person sees mountains as dirt, and he can step on them, and sees waves as small puddles. After gaining great strength, his mentality didn't change so quickly, and he didn't like to use his brain much anymore.

Now, Gu Qingci looked coldly at the Xuannv palace disciple named Ling'er. He could tell at a glance that this person's strength was nothing more than a second-rate warrior, but he was so arrogant. People who don't know themselves.

If it had been before, Gu Qingci might have drawn his sword, but now his mentality is different. A jumping clown, or to put it bluntly, an ant jumping around in front of a great practitioner, is not worth his eyes at all. If you care about others, it will only appear to lose your identity.

  Gu Qingci just looked at Linger, then at Mu Yiyu, and said, "Farewell!"

Mu Yiyu also glared at Linger, and hurriedly said to Gu Qing: "Don't blame me, my junior sister is young and not very sensible. I hope you don't care about it. In addition, I also want to give up my love to you. My junior sister is very naive. Loved the horse…”

  Gu Qingci shook his head, said "Sorry, this horse is not destined for her" and then jumped on the horse, rode the horse and ran towards the street, and disappeared around the corner in a blink of an eye.

   "Hey, you man, stop for me!"

Seeing Gu Qingci leaving, Ling'er roared anxiously, and drew out his long sword, and was about to catch up, but was stopped by Mu Yiyu, and said coldly: "Junior Sister, well, if he doesn't want to, you Why force it!"

   "But, Senior Sister, that person's death was too rude. We have all reported him out of the sect, but he is still so shameless. He simply looks down on our Xuannv Palace. I must teach him a lesson." Ling'er said dissatisfied.

Mu Yiyu snatched Linger's sword and threw it back into the scabbard. She was a little angry, but remembered that Master had always emphasized that she should take care of her junior sister, so she endured it and said, "Okay, others don't owe me anything. No insult was said, let this matter stop here, and you pick another horse!"

  ...

  The bluestone streets stretch far, far away, and there are no houses and businesses on both sides, but some green branches occasionally protrude from the wall, swaying and shining in the sun.

  Gu Qingci led the **** horse and walked in the street.

Suddenly, a few faint sounds of huqin sounded from an alleyway. , There was another burst of catering singing, and the little girl's voice made people feel even more uncomfortable:

   "Yan'er is slightly cold, and the moon is half missing,

  At the beginning, it was on the peaks with broken branches,

  Today it is just a shadow.

   Memories just full.

  You are Qingshan, you meet leisurely,

  I am Asuka tired,

  Stopping the flowering branches and bowing slightly,

  Pecking flowers and raining

  …”

Gu Qingci stood by the alley and looked over. There was an old man playing the erhu, and a little girl was standing next to the old man singing softly with her voice open. Some passers-by listened for a while and shook their hands. The head left with a sigh, and some people left a few pennies in the broken bowl.

It seems that a pair of grandparents and grandchildren are singing, and that little girl, Gu Qingci has also seen it, is the little girl picking peach blossoms that he met on the bank of peach blossoms not long ago, and there is an incense burner floating slowly at her feet Curls of smoke.

  The singing stopped abruptly, the little girl saw Gu Qingci, and said in surprise: "Big brother, what a coincidence!"

Gu Qingci smiled happily, tied the **** horse to a tree, walked slowly into the alley, took out some broken silver from his pocket and put it into a bowl, the old man playing the erhu stopped and stood up slowly , bowed, and said: "Thank you, sir, for the reward!"

  Gu Qingci put away his sleeves, and slowly saluted: "You are welcome, old man, your erhu is very good."

  The old man sat down slowly, and said: "If the young master likes the old, I will play a song for the young master. This song is called "Down into the Underworld!"

   "Okay," Gu Qingci nodded, and said, "I'm listening!"

  The sound of the erhu is desolate, one after another spread far and far away, it seems a bit ethereal in this empty alley, it can't help but make people feel sad, and the few listeners also slowly left.

  The alleyway is not very wide, but long and long, with moss growing on the wall, an old man is playing the piano with his eyes slightly closed, and a little girl is standing next to a young man, who seems a little intoxicated.

  The mist in the censer gradually decreased and became thinner. Gu Qingci looked at it and said softly: "Mr., this spice tastes good, how about adding a little?"

There were only a few huqins, and the sound was tear-jerking. The old man played it intoxicated, and when he heard Gu Qingci's words, he slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "This fragrance is called ambergris, and it is a rare spice. Not much more."

  Gu Qingci stood quietly, and said: "Amberis is hard to find. Since the old man can afford ambergris, why come here to sing and bring a little girl with him, it's really not good."

The old man shook his head and head to the music, his movements were not large, but it was very charming, as if he didn't hear Gu Qingci's words, he still said to himself: "Amberis, the taste is quiet, refreshing, and it can also preserve health. It was formed from the sleeping place of a real dragon, and later people said that the dragon's saliva has a strange fragrance, and when one burns a bean, the emerald smoke floats in the air, knotted but not scattered, like a pumice stone but light."

  Gu Qingci did not speak, but listened quietly. The little girl next to her had bright eyes, staring at Gu Qingci, and kept turning without speaking, but just kept fiddling with her fingers.

The old man was still saying: "There is also a kind of grass in the world called Zhuxian grass. This grass is extremely rare. It is ground into powder and burned. It has a strange smell and is extremely poisonous. It destroys people's skills and breaks people's meridians. Some people found that ambergris mixed with Immortal-Zhucao can cover up the meaning of Immortal-Zhucao, hurting people invisible..."

"Snapped"

There was a crisp sound, and Gu Qingci looked around, and it was the little girl who broke her finger accidentally broke her finger, blood spurted out, but there was a smiling face, smiling happily, looking at Gu Qingci, Laughing nonstop.

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