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Chapter 2365 Looking Back Again

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    Many days later, Xiang Que returned to the Paradise of Paradise from the outer sea, but he did not return to the Yunshan Sect. He waited everywhere, and he had to face complicated affairs when he returned to the Sect, so Xiang Que never thought of going back to the Yunshan Sect.  Going to Yunshan, this is the temper that a lazy and undisciplined person should have.

    So for a while, Xiang Que, who was rarely relaxed, raised the idea that I want to take a good look at the great rivers and mountains.

    After all, maybe in a few years, decades, or a hundred years or so, Xiang Que should leave Dongtian Paradise.

    Although his sense of belonging to this place is not particularly strong, he has lived for nearly four hundred years anyway, and there must be feelings. Before that, Xiang Que had never fully appreciated this cave and blessed land.  Most of the time, they are fighting around and doing things.

    Therefore, Xiang Que suddenly let go of his identity as the suzerain of Yunshan Sect, and transformed into an ordinary person instead.

    What he was thinking was that since he was leaving, it was time for an outstanding person like me to look back on his life, why not start as an ordinary person first, and take a look at the life I lived in.  piece of world.

    From this day on, Xiang Que seemed to be a different person, not a cultivator, nor the famous master of Yunshan in Dongtian Paradise. He even declared to the outside world that his name was Xiang Ping instead of Xiang Que.

    When a person suddenly puts down everything before you, the world in front of you seems to be completely new, completely different from before.

    At this time, the long gown on Xiang Que's body was still clean and neat, but there was a lot of stubble on his face, and even if his hair was tied up, it would still droop in front of his face and block most of his peerless appearance, which made people feel uncomfortable.  He didn't even know who he was.

    After returning from the open sea, Xiang Que walked all the way, passed through many cities, and met many practitioners, but his position on himself has always been that I am an ordinary person.

    Xiang Que had also seen looting in the wilderness, but at most he only took a few glances and left in silence. Ordinary people can't meddle in their own business.

    Whose child is dead or not, what does it matter to me?

    Xiang Que has also been to many restaurants, and then sat down and ordered a few small dishes and two jars of wine to drink by himself. He liked this kind of state of drinking alone, and then drowsy, his mood would be inexplicable  happy.

    It's a pity that there are no cigarettes sold in this place, otherwise it would feel really good to have a cigarette in your mouth while drinking.

    Later, Xiang Que went to another city, a small town, which was not very famous in Dongtian Paradise, but it was the place where Xiang Que went after holding Yan Ruyu hostage after he came out of Molu Mountain. It was also here for the first time.  I met the queen mother who is now imprisoned in the Taoist world.

    Coincidentally, after Xiang Que came to this city, he met the annual Boat Poetry Fair by the Chaotian River, and he suddenly remembered that he had plagiarized Tang Bohu's Peach Blossom Temple here.  When the poems were thrown to the group of talented scholars, they were immediately shocked.

    Standing among the crowd on an arched bridge on the Chaotian River, Xiang Que looked at the picturesque boats below with a little joy. The boats were full of talented women and brothel girls from all over the world.

    Then on the bridge and on both sides, there are some students and talents.

    Dongtian Paradise is not just for practitioners. In fact, if calculated according to the ratio, ordinary people will go more. After all, not everyone's aptitude is suitable for cultivation.

    Xiang Que is like the most ordinary member of all living beings, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, he is very happy driving those students and talented scholars to rack their brains to think of all kinds of wonderful poems, in order to win the painting  The beauty here smiled.

    At this time, a cruise ship in the Chaotian River, which was slightly larger than the other boats, suddenly and slowly rowed over. There were many women in long skirts holding lanterns on the boat, and the crowd around them fell silent.  , and then remembered the whispering voice.

    Xiang Que turned his head and asked a young man next to him, "Old Tie, who is this guy? He seems to be quite famous. Who is it?"

    The other party was stunned, and said, "What is Lao Tie?"

    "Uh, it means friend, and it's the dialect of our village."

    "Oh, you don't even know Hua Yingrong? She is the top card of Chunchang Palace. It is said that she is the rarest talented woman in the cave in these years. Some people have seen her and said that she can only be described as a country and a city  , but it¡¯s a pity that very few people can see her lineup, even if it costs a lot of money.¡±

    Xiang Que asked in surprise: "Since it's the top card, it's a brothel woman. Isn't it okay to spend money?"

    The other party shook his headHe said: "Of course not. Hua Yingrong doesn't like this at all. She always only pays attention to people's talents and fame. Unless you can get her approval in terms of rhythm and poetry, otherwise no matter how much money you spend  See you next time."

    Xiang Que suddenly became interested, and said, "Really beautiful?"

    "Hehe, who knows, I just heard about it, and I heard that the men who are lucky enough to see her are basically unable to walk"

    At this time, the painting boat in the river slowly stopped in the middle of the river, and several women with lanterns turned around in unison. The curtain of the cabin in the painting boat was suddenly lifted, and there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

    There is no whistle, here are all cultural people.

    The part of the arm that opened the curtain is white and has slender fingers. Even Xiang Que has to admit that, not to mention anything else, this arm alone can give people ninety points. Next, the owner of the arm opened  She came out slowly from behind the curtain. She lowered her head, probably because she was a little taller, and then a strand of extremely black and flowing hair shook with the breeze on the river.

    A long white dress without any blemishes outlines what may be the most beautiful and graceful figure in the world.

    But it is a pity that the imaginary peerless face was not shown in front of people. Hua Yingrong wore a white gauze on her face, covering most of her face, and suddenly there were sighs of regret from the surrounding crowd  Voice.

    Even though she didn't see her face, Hua Yingrong's figure immediately compared to other women on the boats around her.

    Xiang Que remembered a common saying on the Internet in his previous life: "With this figure, even if she was born with her face on the ground, I can handle her"

    Hua Yingrong, who walked out of the boat, saluted slowly towards the surroundings, and after straightening up, a series of pleasant voices resounded on the Chaotian River.

    "Yingrong is so polite, it coincides with the annual Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, and I am honored to meet talented scholars from all over the world"

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