Chapter 109 I hate that there is no true immortal in the world

After arriving at the place where he was listening to the opera, Chen Ji realized that he had made a mistake.

This is not a movie theater, but the Bund, a place called Qunfang River.

Qunfang River is named after Qunfang Tower.

Originally it was just for the fun of porters at the pier.

Later, Xu became very profitable, and the number of brothels gradually increased, making the business suddenly difficult.

A woman from Qunfang Tower came up with an idea and set up a stage by the river to dance in vain for the people passing by.

This is a big deal.

The maiko, with her light clothes, slim figure and charming expression, succeeded in arousing the strong interest of the porters after dancing for a long time.

It was packed that night and business was very good.

Other brothels followed suit and became more and more popular, attracting people from the city.

Eventually, this became the busiest place in Yongkang County at night.

If you don't sell your body, if you sell your body, you will be an courtesan worth tens of thousands taels;

A more enchanting dancer who has learned swordsmanship and dances with a sword;

There are lively and expensive poker halls, restaurants, competition arenas, open-air theaters, elephant halls, piano courtyards, jewelry, rouge and eyebrow pencils, snacks and sideshows, martial arts stations, herbal medicines and elixirs, and various weapon shops.

Everything you can think of and think of is here!

"Today's Qunfang River is not just a place for... fireworks."

Sitting on a boat with Chen Ji, Xia Shumin, who had finished explaining to him, said softly with a blush on her face.

After all, this place was founded due to Fengyue incident, so I feel a little embarrassed to say it.

"I saw it."

Chen Ji chuckled and said without going any further on this topic. After all, the young lady is a rich young lady who has not left the court. She even brought two maids with her when she went out on a date - now they stay in the cabin to eat and drink, not together.

At this time, the drama of Dream of Red Mansions had not yet begun, and Chen Ji was boating with her and had dinner on the way.

The Qunfang River is wide open, and there are many restaurants with lanterns on both sides of the river. People sit in the seven or eight-story pavilions and drink. The firelight reflects on the river, making it sparkling and dreamlike.

There are many small boats on the river similar to the boat that Chen Ji is sitting on now, carrying four or five people. There is a table of wine and food in the bow. The boatman at the stern is slowly rocking the boat, listening to the opera on the open-air stage or enjoying the dance on both sides of the river.

Ji's enchanting figure, or she might stop the boat and go ashore, and ask the riverside restaurant to bring a few jugs of wine.

Drink to your heart's content and stay up all night.

“When you’re drunk, you don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.”

After seeing these ancient scenes, Chen Ji couldn't help but recall the classic ancient poems he had learned. This is the novel and refreshing feeling of traveling between two worlds.

Especially when there is an elegant little lady beside me who loves poetry and music.

After listening to this poem, her eyes suddenly shone, and the food no longer tasted good. She repeated it in her little mouth, chewing on this poem with its light words and ethereal artistic conception, just like a poem written by the poet Taibai.

Judging from her performance, Chen Ji knew that this Tang Gong's masterpiece from the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty had not appeared in this world.

“When you are drunk, you don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars... Okay, what a great poem!!”

From a small boat nearby, an old man cheered happily.

Then there was another sound of drinking. After drinking a bottle, he took out a breath, laughed again and repeated it. He looked over and praised: "Little brother, this poem really touches my heart. I don't know who wrote it."

?”

Chen Ji looked over and noticed that there were two old men on the boat next to him. They were both fair-haired and young-looking, and energetic. One of them looked like a great scholar, with an elegant temperament, while the other was unkempt, with a face flushed with alcohol and a drunken look.

Fortunately, this is the world of martial arts, otherwise he would easily get into trouble if he drank like this.

"yes--"

"It was done by the young master~"

When Chen Ji wanted to answer, Xia Shumin spoke first, forcing him to become a copywriter.

"I never imagined that my little brother has such a great talent."

The old man praised again and asked: "I wonder what the whole poem is?"

Xia Shumin also looked at him.

At this time, the two lines of the poem that the old man recited with cheers had been circulated on both sides of the river. The power of the famous lines through the ages was extraordinary, and everyone had already looked over, waiting for the poem to be delivered.

Chen Ji could only act as a copywriter and read the poem to Xia Shumin and the two old men:

"The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and Mr. Xiang's hair turned white all night long.

When you are drunk, you don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.”

Although some of the articles were not on topic, the last two famous sentences still held the scene in check, and everyone was pondering over it carefully.

But the old man was dumbfounded.

Isn't this poem a true portrayal of him?

He was originally drunk, but now he fell silent, seeming to be recalling various things in his mind.

After a long time, he sighed to another elegant old man:

"Old friend, ninety years ago, every time I met you, you always sighed and said that you had traveled all over the world but could not find a way to learn martial arts. At that time, I was obsessed with women and love affairs, and I abandoned my glory and wealth to you.

I traveled all over the world but found nothing and laughed at him."

Chen Ji was a little surprised, why did the old man suddenly say this?

Ninety years ago, so they were at least over a hundred years old.

Xia Shumin was suddenly startled and looked at the two old people.

"Seventy years ago."

The old man continued: "You said that you couldn't open that hazy door. You didn't even know if the door was there or if there was a road. I lamented that my mortal body was getting older day by day. I laughed at you for actually imitating Qin Shihuang. I laughed at you for being a year older.

There are so many of them, they don’t even have any children.”

In front of him, the elegant old man just smiled.

Xia Shumin began to panic, lowering her head and not daring to look at anyone.

The old man continued: "Fifty years ago, my wife passed away, and my sons and granddaughters gave birth to a large number of children one after another. The children had children. The Li family was a big family, and it was very lively during the Chinese New Year.

Every time I celebrate my birthday, a large group of people from the world come to congratulate me. Everyone respectfully calls me "senior" and compliments me. As long as I am here, there will be no chaos in the world.

But I'm used to it. I don't know when I started to think that having a family full of descendants and being famous all over the world is nothing more than that.

Until one day, I found that not only could I not remember the names of many of my descendants, but I was even indifferent to their unexpected deaths. I sat depressed and numb all day long on a chair in the dark old house, recalling the past events in the world, and going to a place with my old friends.

There are scenes of searching for Taoist masters and hidden immortals in this place."

"It was only then that I suddenly realized that although my body was still alive, my heart was about to die."

"I eagerly went to the Wenxian Valley to find you. I saw you cultivating yourself in the valley, comprehending the way of heaven, and not being affected by worldly things. You were like an old immortal who had escaped from the world in the valley, enjoying yourself."

"That's when I really woke up."

"All things in the world, all living beings, only Tao is eternal, and only immortals exist forever. Only by seeking immortality and asking questions can we live forever!"

The old man was impassioned, as if after a sudden enlightenment, the path to becoming an immortal was already in front of him.

Chen Ji was a little surprised. This seemed to have nothing to do with Tang Gong's poems, right?

"Unfortunately."

The old man surnamed Li sighed deeply, "After embarking on this road, I realized why you told me, my old friend, that the road ahead was over ninety years ago, and why you said that there is no truth in the world."

Immortal!"

"Hate that there are no true immortals in the world?"

Cuizhu stuck his little head out of the cabin and said with a smile: "First, I hate that there is no way to ask for immortals. Second, I hate that there is no way to seek immortals. Third, I hate that there are no real immortals in the world. Old man, do you also want to be a king?"

Xia Shumin had already covered her face with a handkerchief at some point. After hearing what the maid said, she hurriedly got up and pushed her back into the cabin.

Chen Ji looked strange when he heard this.

Shouldn't you say...

"Wang Sanhen? Hahaha, I want to be Zhao Sanhen!"

The old man named Li laughed loudly, picked up the wine bottle and said to his old friend:

"Seventy years ago, I advised you to drink more. If you drink until you are drunk and dream about death, you don't have to worry about whether you are an immortal or not. Now I advise myself, drink! If you drink so much that you don't know where the sky is from the water, your dreams of immortality will overwhelm the stars and the immortals will come to you.

Come right in front of me, hahaha!"
Chapter completed!