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8 Chapter 3 Sadness [-]

Among the six worlds, the human world is the most pyrotechnic, and the streets and alleys of the Great Jin capital all show its wealth.Not counting the years of traveling in the God Realm, Baichuan has been wandering around the world for nearly 500 years, standing in the crowd without any sense of disobedience.

But Jiu Yan is different, even though the whole body's attire is as simple as possible, but the cold aura still seems a bit out of place.

No, the two of them were walking on the street, and Jiu Yan stopped for a while in front of a certain pastry stall, and the vendor quickly felt that otherworldly aura, and felt that a certain important person came for a private visit in disguise, hurry up Seizing the opportunity, he said flatteringly: "My lord, this hanging flower cake is the best seller, and there are only these left now, do you want to try it?"

Baichuan heard the words and looked over. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was white and yellow, and it looked appetizing, so he heard the small vendor continue: "This young man is from the same company, right? Would you like to try some?"

I don't know what sentence made Jiu Yan frowned, and he walked a long way with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake without slowing down, and finally looked at Baichuan during dinner at night and said, "Why are you the son and I am the master?"

Bai Chuan was drinking perch soup, almost choked upon hearing the words, and joked with a smile: "I said, what are you struggling with along the way! Isn't it because our Lord Guijun's aura is too strong, and he suppressed those ordinary people invisibly! "

Jiu Yan didn't think it was a good word, but said in relief: "You finally laughed."

This time Baichuan was a little at a loss, he didn't know how to bring his fragility to the table, but he also knew that he was not a good actor, even if he tried his best to hide it, Jiu Yan could clearly see that he was real I had no choice but to ask softly after thinking for a long time: "Am I worthy of being a teacher?"

"Bai Chuan, only Xiang Sheng can know the answer to this question. No matter what other people say, it will inevitably look pale." Jiu Yan looked straight into Bai Chuan's eyes, the hesitation flashing in them made him feel distressed, and he said every word seriously. Said: "But I still want to tell you that you have done a good job, and you have a clear conscience about Xiang Sheng."

Jiu Yan's eyes were like a ball of fire, not the dark blue fire in the ghost world, Bai Chuan seemed to be able to see the red flame jumping in his eyes, making the cool night outside the window lighter.Baichuan himself couldn't explain why, so he calmed down amidst the scorching heat.

"I think I'll know the answer when I go back this time."

"Will do."

"I should know Xiang Sheng well enough."

"It's natural."

"We have been visiting the capital for three days, let's go and have a look tomorrow."

"it is good."

Every time Jiuzheng answered so firmly and without hesitation, it made Baichuan feel some kind of bad taste imperceptibly, and he immediately said loudly: "As expected of you, grandpa!"

This time Jiu Yan didn't reply so quickly, he looked at Bai Chuan's sparkling eyes with a smile and a little drunkenness, as seriously as before: "It's not because of you, Mr. Bai Chuan."

Only for you, Mr. Baichuan.This sentence stuck in Jiu Yan's throat, he didn't know how to advance or retreat.

The night is beautiful tonight, and Jiu Yan doesn't want anything to destroy it, let alone his own desire to cause trouble.

In the early morning of the second day, Baichuan opened his eyes and found that he was in his guest room. He rubbed his head aching from the hangover, but he couldn't remember when he returned to the room. Only a small porcelain bowl.

I'm in trouble again.It was his only thought.

Baichuan got up and put on his clothes. After a simple wash, he still felt a severe headache. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiuyan, holding a plate in one hand and preparing to knock on the door with the other. They looked at each other and smiled.

I don't know when the two of them got used to the way of getting along with each other, and it was as natural as a success.

Baichuan drank the hangover tea in one gulp, and then ate the porridge in big mouthfuls. After a hangover, he slept until the sun was up, and he was really hungry.

Jiu Yan sat aside and waited, and said: "After eating, take a good rest, go out for a stroll, and go to a poetry meeting together in the evening."

This is the business. As I mentioned yesterday, Baichuan’s room was outside. He heard the noise of people outside the building, and suddenly thought of the sentence "Jielu is in a human environment, and there are no cars and horses." It sounds a bit contradictory, but he just At this moment, I felt an unprecedented peace.

After finishing the porridge, Jiuzheng called Xiao Er to take away the tableware, and stayed in Baichuan's room. The two played chess, read books, or Baichuan arranged some mortal gadgets, and Jiuzheng dealt with impermanence and sent them away. The official document that came was very quiet.

Xiang Sheng stayed, didn't go anywhere, and practiced more diligently than before.

This is the news brought by impermanence. Baichuan was in a very complicated mood when he heard it, so he didn't ask any more questions, and only said that he would talk about it when he went back.

Somehow, he felt that Xiangsheng had become different. Even though he only got a little news, he still felt a little distressed suddenly, and he was helpless. He was over 600 years old, and he couldn't always be a child.

On the branch of the moon, after a simple meal, the two went to a garden called Mu Qingyuan with invitations and gifts.Baichuan didn't ask Jiu Yan where the invitation card came from, and he didn't care much about these things.Jiu Yan will naturally arrange everything, and this feeling makes him feel very at ease.

This is not a poetry party, it is clearly a reception!

This was Bai Chuan's only thought after entering Mu Qingyuan.

The courtyard was filled with the constant sound of the piano and the fragrance of flowers. No matter how you say it, it had a bit of literati style, but it was overwhelmed by the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

"Hey, brother Qingmu, you're finally here!"

For a moment, Bai Chuan thought he was hallucinating, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Yu's smiling face. No matter how dull Bai Chuan was, he understood the ins and outs.

Zhou Yu walked towards them while talking, and first introduced to Jiu Yan: "This is Mr. Liu, and this poetry meeting is what he does."

Mr. Liu smiled gently, with a very hospitable appearance, Zhou Yu introduced to him: "This is Bai Jiu, this is his cousin..."

Looking at Bai Chuan's gentle and harmless face, Zhou Yu couldn't make up a name for a moment. Zhou Yu was in a daze, and Jiu Yan made a relief from the side: "This is Jinhe."

All four of them smiled politely, Mr. Liu didn't think there was anything wrong, he just felt that Zhou Yu was not familiar with Mr. Jinhe.

Jinhe is the name Baichuan used when he traveled around the world thousands of years ago when the God Realm was still very peaceful. He once mentioned it to Jiuyan, but he didn't expect him to remember it.A warm current surged in Baichuan's heart, as if a person who had been wandering for many years and had nowhere to rely on suddenly found traces of his life.

Baichuan came to his senses, and connected with ease: "It's been a long time, I'm Xia Baichuan." Then he cupped his hands at the man, "You can also call me Jinhe."

"Qing Mu", that is, Jiu Yan said: "We have prepared a little gift for the first meeting," said and handed over the gift box in his hand, "I hope Mr. Liu will not be disgusted with it."

Mr. Liu accepted the gift calmly, expressed his apology after a simple thank you, and went to entertain the others.

Zhou Yu waved his folding fan, looking like a pure scholar, with his left hand forward, "Brother Qingmu, brother Jinhe, please."

The courtyard was well designed. The three of them walked on the small gravel road in the garden, chatting with each other, sometimes bowing their heads to caress the flowers, and sometimes raising their heads to look at the moon, like mortal scholars.

Of course, it was Zhou Yu who mainly did these actions.

"Zhou Yu, have you found any new news?"

Zhou Yu waved his folding fan, "Where is the news so easy to find out, that Mr. Fenglin is very mysterious."

Bai Chuan said: "Are you here to see Mr. Fenglin this time?"

"Hey!" Zhou Yu said urgently: "Not really, this poetry meeting comes once a month in the middle of every month, and it's not really an important gathering. But less. You will know in a while, there are all kinds of dirty things, and this time it is mainly to try your luck."

With such an explanation, Baichuan also understood. At this moment, a voice caught Baichuan's attention.

"Why am I not a dude?"

Looking up, he was a son of a rich family, eight feet tall, handsome and heroic.The man smiled and raised his glass to the moon. In the center of the crowd, he repeated again: "Why am I not a dude!"

After finishing speaking, a large number of people around echoed loudly.

That action was heroic, but for some reason, Bai Chuan could see something tragic in those black eyes.

Cup after cup, like countless right and wrong.

What Baichuan saw was more than that.

"Jiu Yan," he didn't know when, he was used to having this person by his side.

"I'm here."

These two words are crisp and proficient, and Zhou Yu felt that he was redundant for a moment, and there was a feeling that he couldn't explain clearly.

"I seem to sense Qiqing."

Jiu Yan followed Bai Chuan's line of sight and asked, "Zhou Yu, who is that?"

"You mean the guy in the middle?"

Seeing Bai Chuan nodding, Zhou Yu continued: "That is the second son of Prince Zhenbei, Lin You, who is the proton of King Zhenbei staying in Beijing."

Jiu Yan suddenly remembered something, "King of Zhenbei?"

"Yes, it is the Zhenbei King that you know, Your Highness."

Jiu Yan looked at the man with deeper eyes, and he said to Baichuan: "It seems that he is right, the soul of General Jinbei is his grandfather."

The soul of General Zhenbei, Bai Chuan understands, is the one that Zhou Yu and Wuchang have mentioned many times.

Zhou Yu was very discerning, and he said without being asked: "Lin You claims to be the number one rich man in the capital. Nothing can compare to this gold. Of course, whether it is real gold or not, that’s a big deal.”

The last few words were dragged on for a long time, people could not help but hear some other meanings, Zhou Yu closed his fan, and said in a mysterious way: "Do you know who is the best friend of this little prince?"

After hearing this, Bai Chuan said without hesitation, "Young Master Fenglin!"

Bai Chuan was still looking at the noble little prince, Zhou Yu lost interest in his calm expression, and said helplessly, "Yes, Mr. Fenglin..."

Jiu Yan was listening, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, thinking about what to do next, Mr. Liu walked towards them, "Mr. Zhou, you guys go sit in the pavilion too!"

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Baichuan and Jiuyi vests appear ^O^

Young Master Fenglin: Ah Choo, Ah Choo... Who is missing me?