Ten Mile Room

On an ordinary day in early summer, Hang Buli left the special affairs office on the edge of the Golden Palace in Zhongzhou at around 120 am, and drove [-] kilometers to the Yiwanchun Clubhouse in Qishan by himself.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't waste a single bit of national resources. Even the pan energy he drove was recharged by buying a card out of his own pocket.

Although most of the shamans in this country live in the Donghai Pavilion near the Golden Palace, in the compound of Penglaiju.But there are witches like Heng Buli who have been enlightened long ago, but there are not many.

He was born among the people and grew up among the people.

As a concubine who has revived the blood of his ancestors, no matter how much unwillingness he has in his heart, he must fulfill his obligations to the country, so he works five days a month.

To the meteorological department, survey the weather.For a noble lady, survey the fetus in her womb...

Etc., so boring!

Now, his grandfather's family, uncle's family, and biological father's family all received state subsidies through Heng Buli, and they can continue to enjoy their decent life in Donghai Pavilion.

Hang Buli felt unwilling, so he opened a bowl of spring guild hall and became a businessman.

He was in the business of brokering witches and common people.

In short, although in this era, the bond between the royal family, the clan and the witch is getting smaller and smaller, but for ordinary people, they have made a fortune, found a real relationship, and spent a lot of money. Please wish It is quite respectable for the shaman to set up an altar and ask the shaman to cut off his life to seek good fortune and avoid evil, or ask the ancient shaman to find the ancestors who have passed away and report that the descendants have made a fortune.

In this way, he will prosper in business and make money every day.

He became a well-known wonderful person in Zhongzhou.

Heng Buli drove back to the guild hall, changed clothes, sat at the dining table, picked up the bowl and was not half full.

Then a manager at the front desk came in and whispered something in his ear.

Hang Buli was stunned for a moment, then thought about it again, and said, "Oh! I remembered, yes, I know him, you go and help me prepare...a thousand guan? No, a check for [-] guan, Please wait a moment, sir."

Sincere Xiaoge.

Lian Yanzi sat in the corner of the small pavilion, and he leaned all the strength of his head on the bamboo backrest behind him, looking around boredly.

Not far from him, there is a man-made water waterfall made of chaotic rocks, with Gebu straw mats and stone tables and bamboos under his body.

The waiter wore traditional old clothes and brought pottery fired at low temperature in the earthen kiln, as well as homemade snacks.

He picked up the second set of filled teacups, took a sip, and then began to look around boredly again.

In the past month, his mind has been running at high speed, and he was not used to it when he was idle all of a sudden, and his mind became confused.

I have been left here for two full hours, and my heart palpitations are extremely uncomfortable because of sitting dry and flustered.

Lian Yanzi picked up two rectangular rattles on the table and tapped them, called the waiter, and asked for several barrels of toothpicks, a piece of white paper, and a tube of pens.

He was always looking for something to do for himself.

Heng Buli was very busy, he kept busy saying that the sky was getting late, and the sunset was fading, and then he remembered that there was someone waiting for him in Kaicheng Xiaoge.

All of a sudden, he thought to himself, it's broken!

The open and honest small pavilion is elegant and secluded. It was originally a private room of a certain nobleman all the year round. I have arranged for someone to sit there for so long. This must be a collision.

In this way, he trotted through the winding corridor, and rushed to the other end. Before anyone arrived, the iron pipa and the preface poems of the musicians on the other side of the small pavilion had already played:

"The twilight wind sweeps the spring mat, and the snow dyes the qin bed. You are like Liang Shangyan, and you are asking for a lonely quilt..."

At the door of the small pavilion, Heng Buli breathed out a few long breaths, and slowly patted his chest to embolden himself.

He is Wu, Heng Wu, a Heng Wu who can test fate and fortune.

In this room... there is a murderous old God of killing who is full of murderous spirits, who is accompanied by the soul of retribution. His hostility can infect the west sky.

I was blind at the time, but Yiwanchun even signed the only iron pipa master in Zhongzhou to perform.

Coincidentally, today there is a [-]% discount on "Spring Opera".

A row of bodyguards standing at the door of the little brother stared at Heng Buli out of the corner of his eyes, until he squatted in the corner of the room and planted seven or eight mushrooms, and after the obscene jokes passed, he stood up with the help of the wall, with a hideous expression on his face He lifted the curtain and entered the small pavilion.

In the small pavilion, a young folk artist on the stage also had a ferocious expression.

Ever since he signed a bowl of spring promises, it was considered dusty and moldy for attending a banquet in the summer heat.

For the entire month of March, the audience was only an old man.

A weird, psychotic old man with low air pressure all over his body.

This old man is here, he is not listening to the music and watching the theater, he is trying to order some traditional dross and pornographic songs that have nothing to do with art.

Every time he came to sing by himself, he couldn't show basic respect.

Every time he found a black cloth, blindfolded, and sat there for two hours, each time he seemed to groan into the air.

This taste...

For the sake of the [-]-percent appearance fee for a game, he just endured it.

Tonight, he was very happy, because there was one more spectator, this one was handsome and had a beautiful face like a city.

It's been three months, and his appearance has saved his artistic heart.

He was happy, bah!

It's not a good thing either.

He sang two twists and turns hard, and he held his head, facing the candlelight over there, playing with toothpicks one by one...

The iron pipa was slightly wrong by two knots, and Heng Buli came to Lian Yanzi lightly.

When he arrived, he saw Lian Yanzi, but he was stunned.

He stretched out his fingers and said with trembling hands, "You...you you...you you you..."

Even Yanzi made a booing gesture.

Now that he has become a witch, ordinary people can't see him, but he can't hide it from Hengwu.

He was about to speak.

On the other side of the stage, someone suddenly said: "Wrong!"

The musician stopped at the pipa and carefully apologized: "I'm sorry, what's wrong?"

The old man patted the table, opened his mouth, and muttered to himself for a long time: "Little locust, it was wrong when I entered the Kingdom of Paradise..."

The musician was about to come again, but he heard the old man say something: "Today, that's all. Traveling in the mountains and encountering rain, enjoying the singing of flowers, that's all. Tomorrow... I'll come again..."

Lian Yanzi propped her chin up and watched the fun with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Turning a lewd song into an elegant thing, and describing it so noble, this is the first time he has encountered it in such a big life.

However, he knew this old man, and he often gave speeches and visits on TV.

But it turned out to be a listener to pornographic music.

Shang Yi, the governor of the Zhongzhou Army.

His employee made a mistake, Heng Buli didn't go up to apologize, he just leaned forward slightly as if apologizing from a distance.

The shamanism has been like this since ancient times, whether they have the ability or not, they always have to be aloof.

Shang Yi took off the black cloth strips on his face, and carefully folded them up and put them in the brocade bag beside him.

When he came out, he saw the two boys from the Wu family.

One is the loach-like Heng Buli, and the other has an outstanding appearance, but he doesn't know him.

The reason why he was able to determine that the boy was from the witch family was because he had a fish dragon pendant hanging on the zipper of his sportswear.

Even the great governor of a country can't lose his temper when faced with the disrespect of the witches.

Those people were born with necks, spines, and knees all belonged to ghosts and gods. For a mortal like him, the witch is at most polite and respectful.

No!It is not so much respect as it is retreat.

Back then, he searched all over the world to wish the shaman, but he was the kind of person who was rejected by the shaman.

Those who are easy to kill, God forsaken!

That Zhu Wu said that there was a ghostly spirit around him, which could be used by the God of War.

The problem is, God of War doesn't care about looking for people and ghosts!

Helpless, he just squatted down with a bowl of spring all year round, hoping to cultivate, cultivate, and develop relationships with this kid from the Li family.

Maybe on that day, he won't be afraid of himself anymore.

Look, it's only March, and when he saw himself, he stopped hiding.

The governor of the Shang University, Old Orange Pi, finally had a smile on his face. He nodded at Heng Buli, coughed vigorously, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

After a while, a waiter came to the stage with a wooden tray.

The musician put down the pipa, took the envelope casually and twisted it, looked at the door of the house with some astonishment, and then looked at the two people sitting in the corner of the small pavilion.

Today, I sang wrongly, why did I double the money?

In the corner, Heng Buli and Lian Yanzi exchanged greetings.

Heng Buli said with an apologetic expression: "I'm really sorry, brother, I'm really busy. In a few days, I will have a special session of Kyushu red jade here. It was said that it will be inspected in the future. , Who would have thought that the insurance company would send it here in advance today, this busyness is really, extremely humble."

Lian Yanzi smiled and said to him: "Brother A, it's fine, I also took the opportunity to listen to two good songs."

After speaking, the two of them sat down.

Heng Buli took out an envelope from his pocket, hesitated again and again, and finally pressed it with two fingers with a face of shame, and slowly pushed it towards Lian Yanzi.

Seeing him like this, Lian Yanzi immediately laughed.

He pushed the envelope back again and said, "Brother A's misunderstood, I'm not here to do this."

A family means my family.

The witch family is a group that looks chaotic on the outside, but is always united internally.

They regard themselves as a different breed from ordinary people, so when they go out and meet witches, they become a family.

A family brother, A family brother, A family sister, A family master.

My elder brother, my younger brother, my older sister, my grandpa.

Every year, there are witch families that the country doesn't care about, and they are driven out from the high places.

When these people come to the world, they will not bow their heads to the world.

There are witches like Hengbuli, who pay a lot of subsidies every year to help those people excessively in private.

Therefore, even though those royal families, clans, and state institutions no longer need witches, most witches still know one thing, that is, I was born for me, and I was not born for you.

Even if one day there are no witches among us, there will still be brothers and sisters from the A family all over the world to help each other, so there is no need to bow to you.

This is Wu, a human offshoot that can always be upright.

When Lian Yanzi came to the door with jade, so as the elder brother of the A family, Heng Buli prepared a settling allowance for him based on his experience.

Give a witch five hundred guan!

My liver hurts when I think about it, it's too embarrassing!

The candlelight of the five-petal lotus candlestick flickered, and occasionally a few candle flowers burst out.

Even if Yanzi doesn't want money, Heng is a little embarrassed and a little bit regretful if he doesn't.

When he came, he didn't know that the young brother of the Lian family had such a personality. Coupled with the unbearable legends outside, he would inevitably...

After collecting the money, he said with some embarrassment: "But I don't know, brother...today..."

As he talked, his face turned redder and redder. He was really like what his grandfather said, with a copper stinky body, and his outlook was just like this, but he still pretended to be round and smooth, and he looked very good ! "

Even Yanzi didn't know what Heng Buli was thinking, he just grabbed a toothpick, threw it into the bowl with one hand, picked up a pen, and wrote down a number on the paper at hand, 130 one.

Because of the long waiting time, he has already written three full pages of figures.

"Brother?"

Heng Buli apologized a few times in a low voice, seeing that Lian Yanzi didn't answer, he could only yell out loudly again impolitely.

Lian Yanzi was taken aback, blinked his eyes, he looked at Heng Buli, and after a long time, he smiled like a ghost returning to his body: "Sorry, sorry, Brother A, I have something on my mind, so I just think too far away." some……"

Heng Buli didn't realize that Lian Yanzi was being rude, but he was always being rude, so he asked with great tolerance: "The shade of the tree obscured the view, I was the first to be rude, it's all right, can my brother have dinner?"

Lian Yanzi shook her head very frankly: "I don't want to eat, I'm already full after eating a full stomach of tea from your house."

Heng Buli was taken aback for a moment, then covered his face with his sleeves and laughed.

He said: "My younger brother is so interesting, why is my master so obsessed with it, and wants to explain his relationship in the newspaper? How can they be willing to bear such a character like you? What's more...you are now..."

Such a good person like the bright moonlight should be confessed.

Lian Yanzi didn't expect him to ask such a question. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother A? Outside, they wouldn't ask such a question. This is my shortcoming. It's rude for you to ask like this." !"

Heng Buli was taken aback again, he clicked his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer.

This younger brother of the A family is really direct-tempered and doesn't give people any room at all. This is how he can go downhill.

For a long time, he could only cough, and asked dryly, "But I don't know what other things are on my mind, so I called you several times, but you didn't hear me?" .”

Lian Yanzi tilted her neck, looked at the musicians on the stage who were tidying up the iron pipa, and thought of the black cloth on the eyes of the governor of the Shang Dynasty.

Now he can't keep things in his heart, as long as there is a little lump, his head will start to be full of thoughts, all kinds of clues are flying, and some things can't be connected, so he can only grab toothpicks and throw them away Go out, write a number, go back, grab it again, throw it again... write another number...

After writing half a sheet of paper, he suddenly raised his head and asked the stunned Heng Buli: "Brother A, the governor of the Shang University, seems to be the commander of the army to quell the civil strife in Sanchang?"

Are you thinking about this?

Hang Buli swallowed his saliva, and looked at the crazy Lian Yanzi in front of him, how did he know who was the commander of the army in the civil strife in Sanchang?

So, he shook his head and nodded again: "I'm not too sure about this, but a colleague in the office seems to have mentioned that during the civil strife in Sanchang, the emperor temporarily dispatched troops from Wei... Born in a military family of the Wei family, there have been no battles in modern times, and a foreigner can set foot in Zhongzhou. Based on his military achievements, there have only been internal strife in recent years, but why do you ask this?"

What?

It's just that Lian Yanzi can't have any unresolved knots in her heart now.

At home, he was impressed with every place and everyone over there.

Under the old stage, the upper body in the black shirt all the year round, lazily, the sound of the old pipa, one song and one song, used to be the background sound in his memory of Laosanxiang.

People in Laosanxiang have listened to pipa for free for decades, and they will feel that this is an extremely common thing.

But Lian Yanzi is clear that the iron pipa is already on the verge of dying out in Kyushu.

Kyushu whetstone iron pipa.

Whetstone, lighter than iron and heavier than solid wood, is a strange stone with resonance effect.

In 138 A.D., an actor took a strange stone from the south bank of Huanhai, carved it into the shape of a pipa, and put it on the Sangong cocoon silk as a string.

It took a full 1000 years for the whetstone iron pipa to enter the folk from the palace. In recent years, because of its lightest weight of 25 catties, fewer and fewer people have come to learn it.

It's not that I don't want to learn. First, there is no inheritance and no score. Second, if it is not popular, it will be useless.

Not to mention that the cocoon of the second palace is easy to find in the world, and the silk of the cocoon of the third palace is quite a rare thing.

In today's society, there are no craftsmen who don't care about the cost for useless musical instruments.

It was still last year. An old musician seems to have written an article in an authoritative national music magazine. What he probably meant was, is the iron pipa with steel strings still the old Wang Yue?

Whet stone and iron pipa, it has already been heard forever!

Thinking of this, Lian Yanzi asked again: "This governor? Do you like iron pipa?"

Hang Buli was confused, and for the sake of Lian Yanzi's face, he replied patiently: "Why do you like it, that's a rough man, I also heard from others that in the early years, the governor, once I once liked a Le Ren, and then, as if because Le Ren was spying on information, he personally sewed that person's eyes shut and threw him into the river..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head with regret on his face: "However, there are rumors in the market that my younger brother came today, but there is another request, so I inquired about the whereabouts of this great governor and wanted me to introduce him, my younger brother, listen Let me tell you, Lian Wu is most afraid of dealing with the army, if you don't want to..."

now it's right!

now it's right! ! !

Finally unraveling the doubts in his heart, Lian Yanzi slapped the pen in his hand violently.

He felt refreshed after solving the problem, so he lay on his side happily. After a long time, he waved his hands with a chuckle: "No, no, I also have a master now, that great governor... Hehe, it's irrelevant." of……"

Heng Buli's ears were ringing with thunder, and for a while, he couldn't hear anything.

A descendant of a lotus witch surnamed Lian actually said that he had a master...a master?

What a terrible thing!

For a long time, Heng Buli stuttered and asked, "Ah, brother?"

Lian Yanzi sat up and looked at him: "En?"

"You, you actually have a master?"

Lian Yanzi nodded resolutely: "That's right, we always want to find a master, whether it's a witch or an idler like me, we always want to find a master."

Heng Buli said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Yes, but your surname is Lian?"

You are Lianwu!

Lian Yanzi waved her hand indifferently: "Should the surname Lian stop eating?"

Heng Buli looked around anxiously, then lowered his head and said seriously: "Others can't tell, but you can't hide it from me, you are a witch! Become a witch! You are a lotus witch...how dare you? How dare you?" ..."

Lian Yanzi smiled and waved his hands: "Hey! Hey! I said brother Ajia, if you don't say it, I won't go for a walk around them, but who knows that I am a witch? Besides, have you misunderstood something?"

Hang Buli held the hand on the table with both hands and clenched it tightly into a fist. He was a little trembling, and asked with trembling lips: "You... you you... If they treat you slowly, you can't do this, don't you?" You can find the owner!!"

Lian Yanzi was unhappy: "Why?"

He suddenly stretched out his foot to one side to show Hengbuli his shoes, and unzipped the zipper of his sportswear to show him his inner jacket, and then said in a complacent almost showing off tone: "Witches have been in this world for thousands of years, I may be the only one who can wear the shoes and clothes made by the master himself. Your master will make this for you? My master is so good, why should I not recognize it? The kings of Kyushu choose one at random, and they can Can you do that?"

After speaking, he took out a small wooden sword carved from peach wood from his pocket, and clasped it firmly on the table.

When Heng Buli saw such a thing, his whole body became stiff, and after a long time, he said: "It turned out to be you!"

Lian Yanzi nodded: "Hang Buli, ten years ago, before you became a witch, you were stopped at the entrance of Donghai Pavilion. On that day, you knelt down and begged the door to let you into the hospital. You said your mother was seriously ill, and you Looking for your father... In the end, I was the one who led you in... When you gave me this thing back then, you said that you owe me a favor, but is this favor still there?"

Everyone has a bad past.

Heng Buli stared fixedly at Taomu Jian for a long time before he said in an extremely serious tone: "Brother, I am a witch! Although I owe you favors, if you want to arouse the world Chaos, then take my life, forgive me for not being able to do what you ask!"

Lian Yanzi was taken aback immediately, he leaned back slightly, and said with wide eyes, "No way, I just ask you to help me jump in the line and find a buyer for mine veins, thanks to the fact that you are still driving the biggest broker in Kyushu." Buying and selling, can’t you even do this? I really misjudged you!”

Hang Buli nodded in bewilderment, and after a long time, he raised his head suddenly and said, "Huh?!!!"