Chapter 195: Cold Wind, Plum Fragrance
After Ye Xingzhou was punched, he became obedient.
The flying boat gradually sailed into the west city area, and the starry sky was replaced by drifting snowflakes.
The snowflakes are falling.
The barrier blocked the cold winter wind and snow, so it was not cold inside the barrier.
There are still a few hours until dawn.
Ye Xingzhou folded his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep on the blanket.
The itchy feeling between the teeth gradually subsided. Meng Zhi caught a glimpse of the sleeping person out of the corner of his eye, quietly got up, moved aside and began to meditate.
Since he was determined to protect Ye Xingzhou, he could no longer practice in a lazy and casual manner like before.
Having strength is better than any magic weapon.
When daybreak came, the flying boat stopped at the pass.
Meng Zhi held his breath and opened his eyes.
The city walls are covered with snow and plum trees are everywhere.
A little red plum blossom embellishes the white snow, and the pedestrians' thick coats are reflected on the snow.
Ye Xingzhou rubbed his numb elbow.
This sleep was really uncomfortable. I didn't have a pillow and had to use my hands to support my body for several hours. My arms were numb.
Seeing Meng Zhi standing at the edge of the wooden railing, Ye Xingzhou walked over to take a look.
We have arrived at the West City Gate.
Ye Xingzhou: "Junior brother, how long has it been? Why didn't you call me?"
Meng Zhi: “Just arrived.”
"Oh, then go down." Ye Xingzhou flipped off the flying boat nimbly.
Fine snow accompanies the withered plum blossoms, and the cold wind blows the dead leaves.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom in Xicheng, but now that winter is coming to an end, the plum blossoms are beginning to wither.
During the few steps to the checkpoint, a few petals of withered flowers had already fallen on Ye Xingzhou's shoulders.
Cold wind, plum fragrance.
After registering their information at the checkpoint, the two officially entered the West City territory.
Ye Xingzhou had just brushed off the plum blossom petals on his shoulders, but before he had walked far, he was touched by petals again.
There were red plum blossoms on both sides of the street, and not only him, but also the pedestrians were more or less covered with petals.
Ye Xingzhou suggested, "Junior brother, why don't we find a teahouse to sit in."
"Um."
It's cold and there are few people on the streets. Most people are in teahouses, warming themselves by the fire and drinking tea to keep away the cold.
It is also convenient to get information when there are many people.
A bowl of tea costs two copper coins.
Ye Xingzhou found a teahouse, and before he even walked in, he heard loud shouts from inside.
There are many people and there are storytellers, so this is the one.
Ye Xingzhou stood under the eaves, shook off the snow on his body, and stuffed four copper coins into the arms of the waiter who was making tea.
"Waiter, two bowls of tea, any flavor you like."
"Alright, sir, please take a seat first."
Ye Xingzhou looked around.
There was a storyteller sitting at the table in the middle of the teahouse, and the tables around it were filled with listeners, leaving only a few tables at the edge empty.
"Junior brother, sit here." Ye Xingzhou casually pointed to the window seat.
"Twenty-five chapters are over. If you want to listen to the rest, please give me some tea money."
At this moment, the storyteller had just finished speaking, and the audience excitedly placed copper coins on the main table.
"Keep going, we're getting excited."
"Yes, yes, I'll give you four cents. It's freezing cold, and it's not easy to make a trip just to hear you say this. Sir, please don't keep me in suspense."
The copper coins on the table soon piled up into a small mountain.
Ye Xingzhou held the tea, pricked up his ears, and waited for the storyteller to continue.
What did he hear that made him so excited? I was curious about him.
The storyteller drank three sips of tea and slammed his fan on the table.
"Enough of the idle chatter. Since you all are so supportive, I, Zhao, will certainly be grateful to you."
"Continuing from Chapter 25, the story continues today. It's said that after they parted at the lotus pond that day, the young man from the Yantian Sect was thinking and thinking about how the heartless man from the Xuanling Sect could have abandoned him."
"When we are happy, we make vows of love, but when we are abandoned, they vanish into thin air. When I ask what love is in this world, it is only the longing that makes me sick."
"My lover comes every day to the lotus pond where we first made our promise of love, waiting for him. Day after day, from the time the lotus blossoms to the time it withers, even the fish in the water play in pairs, yet the unfaithful man is nowhere to be seen."
"I think of you day and night, and only a strand of hair can express my thoughts and longings."
The storyteller's voice rose and fell, and when he spoke deeply, it was as if he were actually there, and even the emotions on his face fluctuated.
At this point, some of the audience already had tears in their eyes.
"Where did this unfaithful man go?"
"My lover's infatuation was betrayed. This unfaithful man deserves retribution!"
"In my opinion, that unfaithful man must have his own reasons for not showing up."
The audience members chatted with each other in a lively discussion.
Ye Xingzhou's expression gradually became strange.
Why does this story sound more and more familiar to Hashimoto?
The storyteller picked up the tea bowl and took three more sips of tea. When the discussion died down, he calmed down and continued.
"Waiting day and night, waiting day and night, what do you say?"
One listener excitedly asked, "Have you waited for someone to show up?"
Storyteller: "The disciples of Xuanling Sect were kind-hearted and went everywhere to help look for him. They actually found him!"
The audience exclaimed excitedly.
"Torture, torture this unfaithful man severely, and never forgive him easily!"
"Goodbye, Lang'er has waited for so long, let them be together."
The storyteller flapped his fan and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Storyteller: "The unfaithful man never intended to come back. He only came back because he was spurned by his fellow disciples and had no choice but to return."
As soon as he said this, there were sounds of people sucking in air all around.
"When their love reached its peak, a disciple composed a poem praising the friendship between the two."
"The poem is still there, but the friendship is no longer there, no longer there, no longer there." The storyteller shook his head.
When this ending came out, some listeners wiped their tears while others were so angry that they cursed the unfaithful man.
When Ye Xingzhou heard the storyteller singing the poem about two fish playing in the water in a strangled voice, the tea in his mouth instantly sprayed out.
His shock did not attract the attention of others. The poem was too explicit and it was easy to have such a surprising reaction when hearing it for the first time.
The audience members who brought their children with them gave their children some coins in advance as a way to send them away.
However, Meng Zhi narrowed her eyes when she saw Ye Xingzhou's expression of having eaten shit.
"Ye Xingzhou, you are hiding something from me."
Ye Xingzhou coughed a few times and rejected the idea three times in a row. "No, absolutely not, Junior Brother, don't talk nonsense."
There is no point in talking about this dark history.
Poem about Pisces playing in the water, beautiful love, who spread this rumor!
When did the mole hair he picked up turn into hair? How did his method of luring the Left Protector out turn into waiting for a heartless man?
It's a mess, everything is a mess!
This is clearly Hashimoto, the righteous monk who sacrificed his integrity for the Tao and used both wisdom and courage to capture the evil cultivator!
How come he doesn't know he's so infatuated? !
"Ye Xingzhou." Meng Zhi stared at Ye Xingzhou, "Don't tell me this story has anything to do with you."
"...No, Junior Brother, please don't talk nonsense."
Ye Xingzhou refused to admit it, Meng Zhi frowned and didn't dig any deeper.
This attitude clearly shows that there is a connection.
At this time, the storyteller's voice sounded again. After singing about two fish playing in the water, he sang about lotus pecking under the moon.
The novel and explicit poem made the listeners, who had just come out of the previous love-hate relationship, curious.
The storyteller smiled and just gave an introduction.
"Dear listeners, next Wednesday, let's go to the teahouse and tell the story of the Yantian Sect's one man and two men."
As soon as the introduction was thrown, the audience was excited and their hearts were itching to try it out.
I have to say that the storyteller's ability to collect romantic stories is really great.
The tea was steaming, the storyteller collected the copper coins on the table, hummed a little tune and was about to leave.
As he stepped out of the teahouse, a silver ingot was thrown into his arms.
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