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Chapter 36 Shanghai at night Dugu Xingye

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    The ten-mile foreign market is filled with feasting, singing and dancing.  "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps" The old records in the gramophone were playing the melodious tune of "Night Shanghai"; the feasting dance party, dresses and mandarin jackets intertwined.  This is Shanghai Beach, Shanghai in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China!  The foreign-style gunboats moored on the Bund, the busy wharf where steamboats and awning sailing boats coexist, the rolling-gallery style mansions built along the river, and the large and small alleys in Shikumen all constitute a place where elegance and arrogance coexist.  , a magical city where the trendy and conservative intersect.  This is the best of times and the worst of times.  At this time, Shanghai had an open commercial port, a coexistence of China and foreign countries, and people from all walks of life. It had become an Oriental magic city full of opportunities for getting rich in the eyes of countless foreign adventurers.  At this time, the beach in Shanghai was also a luxurious and prosperous place where underworld gangs were fighting, mud and sand were everywhere, and it was filled with sleepy golden rat tails, women with stumbling little feet, and confused and numb refugees.  This is a dark age before the dawn of a big empire. It is also an era of constant confrontation between conservatism and new trends, change and conservatism, revolution and conservatism.  Dugu Feng arrived quietly in Shanghai in this era. Her arrival did not disturb anyone.  The bustling western-style mansions, the dazzling shop signs, the trams passing along the street, the fake foreigners in suits and leather shoes, the trendy women in cheongsam, the students with crew cut hurriedly coming and going, and the rickshaw drivers walking through the streets, selling hot food.  The down-and-out hawkers selling sugar-roasted chestnuts, the newsboys hawking along the street, the shoe shine workers waiting for business, the ragged beggars and refugees all together constitute a picture of a troubled life.  Breathing the air full of history, Dugu Feng couldn't help but sigh. Shanghai in this era, China in this era, is in one of the darkest and most dangerous eras in history.  People have birth, old age, sickness and death, the world has growth, residence and decay, and a civilization also has its inherent cycle of rise and fall.  The Chinese civilization once had a pioneering era when it was full of vigor, overcoming obstacles and high-spirited and enterprising. It also had an era of conquest when it trampled on all directions with its mighty and domineering force. It also had its heyday when the civilization was splendid, and all nations came to visit and the people at home and abroad respected each other.  Naturally, the Dark Ages of war, warlord rule, and alien invasions are also indispensable.  It¡¯s not that everything cannot be changed, it¡¯s just that God will help those who help themselves. If a country, a race, or a civilization is in danger, it needs the help of immortals, Buddhas, and gods beyond this world to save it. Then this civilization will never mature, and it will never mature.  Just flowers in the greenhouse, babies in swaddling clothes.  For an ancient and mature civilization, Dugufeng has always given her trust and expectations. Although China in this era has fallen and fallen behind, she does not need her extra intervention to save it. The most corrupt mud often breeds the seeds of new life.  , the purest light will burst out from the darkest depths.  An era has its own protagonist, and this era must also have its own heroes and protagonists. There is no need for Dugu Feng to intervene and change it.  "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps" The lazy and melodious night Shanghai, accompanied by Dugufeng's stroll, vaguely echoes in this oriental Paris with its unique charm.  I sing and listen to myself. The song of Shanghai at Night has not yet been born. But when Dugufeng thought of it, it was born naturally, and naturally merged into the natural sounds of the universe, with the feasting, dancing, and bustling  The wharf market, the vendors in the streets and alleys shouting and so on all living beings in the Ukiyo-e, played a meaningful buoyant tune.  This kind of picture in which all things bow their heads inadvertently and heaven and earth respect each other is not only because Dugufeng is a ten-star existence that transcends the world, but also because she is the land of China, the earth Gaia, and the consciousness of the human Alaya and the earth Gaia.  The great god of Houtu.  The entire planet's material and spiritual beings are nothing but manifestations of her will.  Unconsciously, Dugufeng stopped in front of a gallery.  This is a typical rolling gallery building with a wide corridor and balcony, and a portrait hanging on the transparent glass window.  What caught Dugu Feng¡¯s attention were the portraits hanging on the glass showcase.  An innocent girl with slightly curly silver hair and a cheerful expression, playing among the flowers; a sword-wielding woman with sword-shaped eyebrows on her temples, short hair and handsome eyebrows full of strength and arrogance; and a white-clothed light fur coat, although she is simply standing  On top of the city tower, there is naturally a girl with a towering, arrogant temperament.  These paintings looked very familiar to Dugu Feng, because the paintings on them were clearly Wenlai, Tiexin and herself.  "The painting is not bad, but it does have a bit of the style of Xuantian Evil Emperor!" The corners of Dugufeng's mouth curled up, a hint of smile escaped, and then he looked towards Chubby?. The boss who was greeting the guests with a friendly face said: "Boss, these paintings are pretty good. Who made them?" When the short and fat boss heard the guests greeting him, he immediately became energetic and hurriedly came up to smile.  He introduced: "Oh, sir, you are really discerning! These paintings are the most popular paintings in our shop recently. Although the author is not a master yet, his painting skills are recognized by famous artists.  " Dugu Feng looked at these paintings indifferently, not interested in the boss's endless promotion. He just asked lightly: "The author of these paintings is called Dugu Xingye?" "That's right!"  The boss was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and said: "Yes, yes, these paintings are all works by Starry Night. Although they have a single theme, they are all very popular" The pudgy boss just said this  , but with a creaking sound, the gallery door was pushed open again, and a young man wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, suspenders, handsome face, tall figure, and small round-rimmed glasses walked in.  "Ah, Xingye, you're here!" As soon as the pudgy boss saw the person coming, he quickly greeted him: "Come on, come on, someone is interested in your painting again!" The young man known as Xingye didn't have time yet.  After reacting, the boss enthusiastically introduced him to Dugu Feng.  "My guest, look, this is the author of these paintings, Dugu Xingye! Despite his young age, he is a potential newcomer of the new generation who is unanimously favored by the masters" "Young?"  When Dugu Feng heard this word, he couldn't help but smile and glanced at the confused Dugu Xingye with interest.  The person in front of me, whether it was really Dugu Xingye or someone else, could not be related to the word young. At the very least, he was an old monster who had lived for thousands of years.  "Excuse me, have we met somewhere?" When the young man known as Dugu Xingye saw Dugu Feng, he was suddenly stunned, and an inexplicable feeling of familiarity emerged in his heart.  The girl in front of her looked young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her long black hair was simply tied up with a tie, refreshing and direct.  Wearing a well-tailored men's suit on her body, not only did it not hide her beauty, but it made her look very heroic and cheerful, full of a charm that transcended both men and women. ???????????????????????????????????????????? For some reason, when Dugu Xingye saw this figure, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity emerged in his heart. It was an inexplicable emotion mixed with awe, admiration, joy and other complex emotions.  However, no matter how much Dugu Xingye recalled, he could not recall any relevant information. He could not remember who this familiar figure was, who the familiar feeling belonged to, let alone what kind of story he had in the past!  "Well, it feels like this again. Are these memories from my past?" Dugu Xingye couldn't help but put a hand on his forehead, rubbing his forehead with a headache.  He is a person without a past. All his memories are only a few months ago. He suddenly appeared naked on the beach in Shanghai. He does not know who he is, what his name is, where his home is, what relatives he has, what friends he has, what  past.  He only knew that his name was Dugu Xingye and that he could draw. Except for the occasional flash of pictures, he had no valuable memories.  The girl in front of him gave Dugu Xingye a very familiar feeling, but he still couldn't remember who she was, so he couldn't help asking: "Hello, do we know each other?" "Of course!" Dugu Feng was very interested.  Looking at Dugu Xingye, he admitted it straightforwardly and said: "We have known each other a long time ago, but you didn't look like this at that time, and you didn't have this name either!"  There is a reserved temperament unique to poets and painters, which looks exactly the same as that of Xuantian Evil Emperor Dugu Xingye who was not possessed by the devil more than a thousand years ago.  The figure, temperament, aura, personality, almost all aspects are exactly the same as the Dugu Xingye back then. Even if the real Xuantian Evil Emperor stood in front of this Dugu Xingye, he would probably admit that he was indeed the Dugu Xingye back then and not a fake.  .  However, Dugu Feng knew clearly that the Dugu Xingye in front of him was not the real Dugu Xingye, he was just a fake pretended by another old acquaintance of his.  "Personality transformation, transformation, almost fake! The Way of All-Self is really interesting, and it has actually brought you to this point. It seems that you are already ahead of the gods in the heavens on the road to the Ten Stars!  " The Dugu Xingye standing in front of Dugu Feng was none other than Nangong Wentian, Dugu Feng's former disciple and the protagonist of the mysterious world of magic weapons.  Although due to the appearance of Dugufeng, Nangong Wentian¡¯s destined fate has changed.In a twist of events, after the Yuanzu Heavenly Demon was destroyed, his son Nangong Taiping did not become a demon son, and there was one less twist in the world that would bring disaster to the world.  But after Dugu Feng left, Nangong Wentian's fate returned to its original track. At the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the army of demons sent by Tianzun to conquer the universe and search for the mortal enemies of the gods finally found the earth. The advance army of the demon clan descended from the sky.  They collided head-on with Nangong Wentian and his son, who were cruising on the Nuwa Xingcha at that time, and a fierce encounter broke out in an instant.  Although Nangong Wentian had already broken through the nine stars and entered the realm of gods and demons with the help of the Heavenly Crystal of Bingjie, the number of heavenly demons falling from the sky was too many. This kind of fighting race was created by Tianzun himself and was specially created for the purpose of conquest and destruction.  , has an extremely terrifying fighting consciousness and instinct.  Under the joint siege of the army of demons, Nangong Wentian and his son fell into a difficult and protracted battle. In the end, because too many demons were slaughtered, the hidden danger of demons in Nangong Taiping broke out. The demonic energy that filled the battlefield was involuntarily absorbed by Nangong Taiping.  Almost replaying the enchanted scene in the original fate.  Nangong Wentian was attacked from both sides, and finally had to detonate the self-destruction power of the Tianjing, killing most of the demons present, and took the initiative to absorb the demonic energy from Nangong Taiping, saving his son.  But as a price, he had to become a demon, and he fell into a state of schizophrenia in which he was sometimes awake and sometimes possessed.
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