Chapter 35: Going out to walk ghosts on a cloudy and drizzling day

Chapter Thirty-Five

"I don't know when the rain stopped?"

The patter of spring rain has also been falling for a long time. Although I am a ghost and cannot bask in the majestic spirit of the bright universe, the bright moon at night can also be used to comfort me. Now it’s better. This whole day There was a lot of water vapor, and it felt cold on my face and body, which was very uncomfortable.

"The continuous rainy season, how long do you think it will last?"

He could stand being alone, but he didn't expect that it was the ghost who couldn't stand the loneliness first.

"Do you want to go out?"

"Where am I going? I'm a ghost ... wait a minute, you mean now that the weather is gloomy and rainy, I can go out for a walk?" After asking, Fang felt very excited. I can finally be a little free. Active. This opportunity is so rare! After being held here for so long, it feels like being in prison. Now I can be let out for a bit of fun, which is naturally what I want.

"Of course it's okay, you just need to bring this."

It was a jade bottle. The monk had only a few taels of silver, but he was able to take out such an exquisite bottle. It was obvious that the contents inside must be great treasures.

"This is a soul-locking bag. It can be touched by the soul, and it can also protect the soul from damage. Your soul is unstable now. Even though the jade stone was taken out of your body, half of your soul has not yet been repaired. If you encounter an emergency on your trip, you can hide in this soul bag to protect your soul."

Young Master, I am quite touched that such a stingy person as the crazy monk actually gave me such a valuable gift!

"Master Wumo, you are really an eminent monk who saves all sentient beings. You have saved me from the fire and water. For this great kindness, I will ... " I said serious nonsense, piled up with unknown terms.

"Don't talk nonsense. You don't know what you are talking about. Monk, I just don't want to see people being bullied. Monk, I have to keep you. You are disgusting and disgusting!"

" ... "

This worldly monk is also untouchable!

Young Master, I walked through the wall without going through the main entrance. It felt so good! Instead of taking the winding path, I just floated by and enjoyed what it felt like to be in a state of ecstasy! Anyway, no one is watching, so I sing loudly and advance, no one cares about me, I am tone-deaf, and the magic sound fills my ears.

Young Master, I experienced the joy of being a ghost for the first time today.

I love the excitement, so I looked for the theater, listening to the actors who appeared on stage flashing before my eyes, walking with a graceful figure, chewing on Wu Nong's soft words, and singing the carefully polished opera text. Although I don’t understand much, the good thing is that it’s attentive. Just like I don’t necessarily know a foreign language, but if it’s a thoughtful work in a foreign language, whether it’s a song or a movie, you can always find some emotional resonance in it. place.

After listening to the opera, I went to explore the special place - Fireworks Willow Alley.

Now that I can't eat delicious food, I won't go to places where you can see but not eat. Otherwise, I will make myself suffer. I'm not stupid. But since I can’t eat it, I guess it’s always okay to take a look, right?

The nature of food and sex is that I can’t afford sex, but it’s not an exaggeration to feast my eyes on it! And in this capital, the most famous Fireworks and Willow Lane is probably the one I am visiting now.

Changchun Tower.

At first glance, it sounds like a restaurant or theater, but this is a real Fireworks Willow Alley. There is no food in this garden, but it is also beautiful and delicious. Of course, these are all just rumors. The most important thing is to hear people say that there are singers here. The difference from those in the theater is that the singing customs of these people are not as elegant and regular. If we really talk about it, we can compare one with elegance and one with vulgarity. Of course, these are just definitions. In essence, there is no difference. In this society, whether it is singing or acting in the theater, they are all classified as low-class.

If we put it into modern times, this is the difference between an opera and a concert. It's just about whether you like it or not. How can you differentiate between high and low?

It's the right time for me to come today. Normally this singing studio doesn't open so early. I thought it was a gloomy day today, so I opened the door early. There were actually more people than in the theater.

Listening to the rumors, this singer has something to say. Most of the singers are people who do not sell their lives, but they are treated differently. According to legend, this singer is the choice of several successive oirans. And this singing skill is probably their first performance as an oiran.

Of course, being an oiran is not that easy, but the girls still flocked to her and squeezed through the door, hoping to climb onto the three-foot-high platform. Just because they have this perfect chance to show up, they may be noticed by those who are either rich or noble. Their current wealth is still innocent. If they succeed, they will be out of the sea of misery and no longer suffer such grievances.

But the word exception is very rare after all. In the past many years, they have only seen the two of them end up like this.

Today, the oiran can be regarded as extremely beautiful. She can be described as having beautiful skin like cream, but she doesn't have the confidence to do so.

Countless women in this world have lost their self-confidence, which makes their beauty less colorful.

Not as interesting as rumors.

After taking a few glances, maybe I was blind and couldn't see what real gold looked like, so I felt that the rumors outside were exaggerated, so I turned around and wanted to go back home.

But when I turned around, I saw the person in the dim light, who had come back. It was indeed strange in this world. Zhou Xiaochuan actually came to visit the Fireworks Willow Alley this week. It was rare, it was really rare!

Such a good show, how could I not take a look at it?

(System , " Do you know that there is an ancient saying in this world, curiosity killed the cat?"

He Yanhuan , " I'm already dead, right? There are no taboos!"

System: This guy is really speechless ... )

Without further ado, let’s catch up first!

But I can't expose myself. Most people in my body now have no chance to see him, but most of them may not include this guy - Zhou Xiaochuan. After all, I can still see him when he was a ghost.

After walking around for a long time, I found a dimly lit spot. The two people in disguise sat down and looked at the oiran on the high platform downstairs. This oiran is good-looking, but she is not exactly beautiful. At least the Ruyun girl I have seen is slightly better than this oiran.

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally didn't come here to see the oiran. Although I haven't left the courtyard, I can roughly guess when they wanted to make a thorough investigation of Nanyin County to see if there were any nails buried in the court hall.

This is indeed the case.

The reason why Zhao You of Nanyin County asked him to go to the high hall to speak out in front of all the ministers was just to frighten the snake. If this snake really existed, and now that it had stabbed the court, there would be no room for maneuver, and that secret There must be something happening among the people there. This time, what was moved in this game was not the snake that was originally intended, but it still counted seven inches of the snake.

Capturing these seven inches can lead to death.