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- Wushuang City is like a big town, inhabited by people of all kinds and different classes.
Yes! The class concept in this city is very serious. After walking around for a while, Nie Feng realized that the people sitting and eating in the restaurant were all handsome men wearing the uniforms of the unparalleled city guards. There were only a few who could not leave the city in time. Wealthy businessmen are eating or resting; it is obvious that there is a great disparity between the rich and the poor in Wushuang City. The rich are, of course, soldiers from the Dugu side; the poor are the ordinary people who do not even have the money to go to restaurants, so they have to hang out on the streets. No wonder some people sell and sing on the streets to entertain poor people.
Of course, those who have been reduced to street performers are in a state of poverty beyond imagination.
The singers are still singing, but they are not only singing, but also accompanied by pipa. Nie Feng looked through the dark crowd and saw in a dark corner of the street, a young girl wearing a coarse green dress and a first-skirt, holding a pipa and singing alone; the street corner was so dark that Nie Feng couldn't see her clearly for a while. What does He Sheng look like?
But what I heard the young woman singing was an extremely sad piece of music; the content of the song was actually about a heroic man:
¡¾Think of the great love between Guan Lang and the sworn brotherhood in Taoyuan, and the righteousness that covers the sky! ¡¿
"Why is it that he has been a hero all his life, but he doesn't understand the slave family's intentions? ¡¿
¡¾He will go as a matter of justice. ¡¿
¡¾The only slave left behind is guarding the house with empty curtains? ¡¿
¡¾With tears in my eyes¡¿
The song is like crying and complaining, and the voice is asking questions, just like a stunning beauty who loves Guan Yu deeply. She originally loved him as a hero and valued righteousness, but most men who valued righteousness had to die generously in the end. Deep in her heart, she was reluctant to be separated from him forever, and her heart was extremely complicated. It is extremely complex, and it is precisely because of its complexity that this piece of music sounds so sad and lingering
Nie Feng couldn¡¯t help but be stunned. He didn¡¯t expect that a generation of martial arts saint Guan Yunchang would have such an obsessive love affair among the people. Who composed and wrote this song, and who is the stunning beauty who is the heroine in the song?
"Heroes are always associated with beauties"
The man hiding the mirror, who was also stopping to listen to the woman singing, said as if sighing.
"But why do I always feel that you are a drunkard?"
The first sentence sounded like a wise old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, but the latter sentence immediately turned into a disrespectful and disrespectful sentence that made Nie Feng laugh and cry.
As soon as the song was over, the crowd finally dispersed with the sound of "the money and goods have been paid".
Nie Feng stood a few feet away and did not have time to donate money. He looked at the ground calmly and saw that he only got two copper coins. Isn't the favor too cold?
of course not! Just because the people watching just now are very poor themselves and cannot protect themselves, it is very rare for someone to drop two copper coins
After the crowd dispersed, the young woman stared at the two copper plates on the ground quietly. She didn't seem to complain, and seemed to be extremely considerate. She just leaned over and picked them up
This is the life of poor people!
"ha¡¡"
Just as Nie Feng was sighing, he heard the man hiding the mirror chuckle beside him.
Nie Feng is increasingly unclear about the character of this mysterious mirror-hiding man.
That chuckle was too nihilistic.
Does laughter without any emotion even exist?
Or should we say that there are too many emotions, and there is no words to express, but they are so shapeless that they are almost empty?
This was the first time Nie Feng heard such a voice that sounded ruthless, but not ruthless.
No, it seems that I have heard it before, but Nie Feng can no longer remember it.
He just watched quietly as the singer bent over and quietly picked up the meager coins on the ground.
The ancient Tao Yuanming once said, "How can I bend my back to the village children for five buckets of rice?" This was a catchy saying for a noble man.
However, how can a poor family be so noble? When a person's family has children in groups waiting to be nurtured, even if he himself can be proud, the children's bellies cannot be so
He is so arrogant and arrogant that he always cares about himself but not others.
The moment the girl picked up the copper plate, she suddenly paused. She seemed to have discovered something
It turned out that at that dark street corner, there was an old and frail beggar woman shivering. It seemed that she had fallen asleep from exhaustion. In the broken alms bowl she used to beg, there was not even a copper plate. It was really pitiful. ¡
The girl looked at the two coins in her hand, and then at the old woman's broken bowl. Suddenly, without hesitation, she gently placed the two coins she had earned so hard on the old beggar woman's hand. In the broken bowl, her hand was so light. I don't know whether it was because she was afraid of waking her up, or because she didn't want to give her any trouble.?Starting from her left side, running through her eyebrows, and reaching her left jaw, it was like a knife mark!
¡°If we look more closely, this blood mark turns out to be not a scar, but a red mark similar to a birthmark, which shows that it is innate
What a regret among regrets!
Nie Feng couldn¡¯t help but secretly feel sorry for this girl. She was originally a perfect girl
The woman called "Dream" was also stunned.
Perhaps, it was because she did not expect that the man in front of her not only had a kind heart, but also had an unusually gentle face.
¡°There are very few men in the world who can look like Nie Feng, with a face that makes people look extremely comfortable, elegant, peaceful, and dust-free
However, although there was no disgust in Nie Feng's eyes, she seemed to have noticed the trace of regret and regret, and she forced a smile on her face.
"Brother Nie, my face scares you?"
It turns out that her face not only made Nie Feng feel regretful, I believe it also made her more than ten years of life feel very regretful
"No! Miss Meng, your face doesn't have anything you you have a pair of very good eyes"
That¡¯s the truth.
Nie Feng really felt that her eyes looked very kind, otherwise he would not have ignored himself and helped the old beggar woman first; in this era, the word "kindness" has almost become a historical relic
This was a sincere compliment, but it attracted a mocking smile from the woman.
That sarcastic smile was not directed at Nie Feng, but the woman was directed at herself.
"Really? It's a pity that the red marks on my face, from small to large, have become the laughing stock of everyone."
As she spoke, she picked up the pipa on the ground, and then bowed to Nie Feng gently.
"Brother Nie, thank you very much for your kindness. It's just that the night is getting late, and it's inconvenient for my daughter to stay here for too long, so it's time to go home I'm glad to meet you for a short time and see you again"
With that said, she turned around and walked away with her pipa in her arms. The beautiful figure walked into a dark street like a dream and slowly disappeared.
Dreams appear on dark street corners, but of course they also disappear on dark street corners.
"Dream¡¡"
Nie Feng was still at a loss in Renli Street. It seemed that the word "dream" had an inexplicable feeling for him, like a deep feeling accumulated in his previous life. He didn't know what he was about for a while. He was still the first person in his life. This is the first time I've felt this way.
"Flicking the long sword, sending white clouds, I love drinking from the ladle all my life; dancing in the autumn moon, blowing the wind in the river, I am both crazy and sincere"
Suddenly, a soft moan came from behind, making Nie Feng feel awkward and embarrassed.
"Senior! It's not what you think!"
Nie Feng hurriedly turned around to explain. He didn't know why he was suddenly so embarrassed.
"ha."
The man hiding the mirror didn¡¯t answer, just smiled softly, turned around and left.
"You gave me your real name just after we met. Should I admire you for being so bold even though you are in enemy territory?"
"The only thing I don't want to be said is like this"
Nie Feng looked at the mirror-hiding man's flamboyant golden body with confusion. He sighed helplessly, turned to look at the blank darkness at the entrance of the alley where Meng left, and followed him.
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Lingyun Grotto Lingyun Grotto, I don¡¯t know where to go in Lingyun Grotto at the Buddha¡¯s Knees in Leshan. A small figure is walking slowly forward in the corridor that is out of sight.
Even in the darkness, the little figure still followed the path without missing a beat, and the sound of footsteps was unobstructed and without a trace of hesitation.
Without the slightest hesitation, he was completely unafraid of the dark corridors and twists and turns of the maze around him. He walked lightly with small steps, step by step, walking with ease and ease.
"¡ª¡ª"
A low guttural sound stirred up the stagnant tranquility in the corridor.
What followed was an inexplicable fierceness and a sea of ????fire!
The flames soared into the sky, completely illuminating the entire corridor, which was not very spacious, and also illuminated the small figure.
The strong wind brought by the flames blew the hair all over his head, revealing a pair of fearless and clear eyes.
From the golden-red flames, following the heavy footsteps, stepped out a peerless ferocious beast that made the world fearful.
A tiger with snake scales on its back, a dragon's head with lion's eyes, stepping on fire lotus, breathing wind and smoke.
Fire Qilin!
A pair of golden and red lion eyes, staring at the little intruder in front of him through the blazing firelight.
However, that little figure showed no timidity, and just looked at those giant copper bell-like eyes quietly.
He raised his little hand, a cold light flashed, and a sharp blade fell into his hand.
The air is solemn.
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Author's note: It's difficult to develop multiple storylines at the same time. Suddenly, I admire the screenwriter from Perak who is so criticized by current fans (including us) Well, just a little bit.
? www.piotia.comThere was no timidity in his figure, he just looked at those giant copper bell-like eyes quietly.
He raised his little hand, a cold light flashed, and a sharp blade fell into his hand.
The air is solemn.
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Author's note: It's difficult to develop multiple storylines at the same time. Suddenly, I admire the screenwriter from Perak who is so criticized by current fans (including us) Well, just a little bit.
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