Since Zhu Yuanzhang established the Ming Dynasty and built its capital here, Jinling has become more prosperous than in the past.
"Hey, Hao Jian, you haven't said yet, who did you come to the capital to meet?" Qin Mengyao said with a smile while riding on the horse.
Hao Jian smiled slightly, "Didn't you guess it...come to meet the world's number one prostitute, Lian Xiuxiu! After all, you are Xiao Mengyao, but she is a big Xiuxiu..."
Qin Mengyao was so angry that she almost carried her back: "Hao Jian, you..."
Hao Jian laughed, dismounted from his saddle, held the horse's head, and followed the crowd into the city.
Qin Mengyao stamped her feet, but finally chose to follow.
Walking side by side, Qin Mengyao couldn't help but said angrily: "Hao Jian, can't you give in to me... you bully me every time!"
Hao Jian paused and muttered: "Be humble?"
Qin Mengyao said: "In ancient times, Kong Rong gave away pears, didn't you know?"
Hao Jian nodded, "Then you know what Kong Rong's pear means, so just use it randomly."
"Of course I know!"
"You know what you know! Kong Rong gave way, which means: Kong Rong said: 'You can live it, if you can't live it, peace and separation'!" Qin Mengyao was stunned...
"Hao Jian, you started talking nonsense again!"
Hao Jian said seriously: "That year, when Kong Rong was just four years old, his parents had a quarrel at home. Little Kong Rong was very angry, so he said that this family can survive, but it can't. You two should go to the county government and divorce immediately.
This is what the saying goes: Kong Rong gives way!"
Qin Mengyao: "..."
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As night falls, Jinling City remains noisy.
Especially along the Qinhuai River, a cluster of brothels are brightly lit, and the sound of orioles and swallows on the painted boats on the river is endless.
"What's the difference between going to Jinling and taking a non-night tour of the Qinhuai River, and taking a trip for nothing?"
Thinking of this, Hao Jian was ready to find a painting boat, go up there to have a glass of flower wine and take a look at the oiran.
"Sir, my lady invites you to board the boat for a chat." Suddenly, a voice came from the river.
Hao Jian heard the sound and looked around, but it was a man on a boat shouting to him.
"Hey, a girl actually took the initiative to invite me... Tsk, my charm that has nowhere to go is really making people happy and sad." Hao Jian raised his eyebrows and boarded the boat happily.
Stepping into the boat, one could see Qin Mengyao's flawless jade face, dressed in men's clothing, with a stunning androgynous beauty.
Hao Jian was startled when he heard a whisper coming from behind the screen, "Master Qin, has the person you were waiting for arrived?"
Qin Mengyao glanced at Hao Jian and said with a half-smile, "Here we come! This brother of mine has admired Miss Xiuxiu for a long time."
Behind the screen, Lian Xiuxiu walked out with a light step. Yingying bowed and said, "Xiuxiu has met these two young masters."
"Here, Brother Hao, the girl Xiuxiu you have longed for is right in front of you." Qin Mengyao said narrowly.
Hao Jian smiled slightly, "It's true that I miss you day and night! Seeing you today makes me happy for the rest of my life! Miss Xiuxiu, do you know what light is?"
Lian Xiuxiu said shyly and timidly: "Light...Young master, you mean moonlight?"
Hao Jian pondered for a moment and said leisurely: "No! Just thinking about you takes all my strength..."
Lian Xiuxiu's beautiful eyes suddenly widened and she looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. Such straightforward language made her a little overwhelmed.
Qin Mengyao was also stunned, then glared at Hao Jian and said: "Brother Hao, I have known you for so long, but I have never heard you speak so well?"
When talking to yourself, make all kinds of excuses!
Now I met Lian Xiuxiu, the best prostitute in the world, and she opened my mouth with sultry love words!
Can Qin Mengyao not be upset...
Hao Jian pretended to be surprised and looked at Qin Mengyao, wondering: "Brother Qin, your relationship seems to be quite bumpy?"
Qin Mengyao was so angry that her teeth itched, and her silver teeth bit her secretly: "It's smooth! Who says it's not smooth? There are no people on this smooth road, it's a smooth road!"
Hao Jian was startled, and then he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Okay, Brother Qin! What you said... is very good! Miss Xiuxiu, I heard that your music is unparalleled in the world, can you... play a song?"
Lian Xiuxiu said softly: "Of course! What do you want to hear, Master?"
Hao Jian thought for a while and said: ""Pure Land", will it?"
Lian Xiuxiu looked confused, "This... please forgive Xiuxiu's ignorance and ignorance."
Hao Jian smiled and said: "It's easy, I'll teach you!"
As he spoke, he took out the erhu from the box beside him...
Qin Mengyao rolled her eyes...
The sound of Huqin, which is completely different from the current music style, quickly resounded throughout the Qinhuai River...
Lian Xiuxiu listened to a section, and quickly ordered the maid to get a pen and paper, and quickly recorded the score, listening very seriously.
After the song ended, Lian Xiuxiu looked at the score written in front of her with surprise on her face, "Young master, this piece of music is quite novel. The melody is completely different from what Xiu Xiu knows! However, it is quite pleasant to the ears... You are so talented."
,Xiuxiu is ashamed of herself!”
Hao Jian laughed, "There's no need to praise me! Let's play a piece together, an erhu and zheng ensemble... How about?"
"Xiuxiu will give it a try. I hope you won't laugh at Xiuxiu..." Lian Xiuxiu said directly without refusing.
The next moment, the erhu and guzheng ensemble version of "Pure Land of Paradise" once again spread across the Qinhuai River...
The strong sense of rhythm made countless men and women singing and dancing on the boat involuntarily sway to the rhythm...
Even Qin Mengyao couldn't help shaking her calves slightly.
Suddenly, there was a sound of weapons clashing outside, followed by several screams and muffled sounds.
Someone yelled: "Who are you? You dare to rob Lian..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
"I'm going to school Mingyu, I'm in love with the flower girl!" Amidst the rather strange words, several figures rushed in.
"Miss, this man's martial arts skills are extraordinary!" The maid Hua'er and another old man looked at the bow of the ship cautiously.
There was a person standing there, holding a special long strange knife that was as cold as snow and as thin as a piece of paper. His face was covered, only a pair of eyes full of coldness were exposed.
The music of the zither suddenly stopped, and Lian Xiuxiu looked at the uninvited guest with a knife in shock, her face turning pale.
Qin Mengyao's eyes were somewhat solemn, and she said in a deep voice: "Japanese swordsman!"
Just as he was about to stand up, Hao Jian had already put down his erhu, stood up with a red sword in his hand, and said with a cold expression: "I thought the flower picker Xue Mingyu had his tongue bitten by the girl... It turned out to be a Japanese Japs, no wonder he was talking to such a bastard
It’s like chanting sutras…”
In Japan, apart from great teachers such as Aragaki Yui, Ishihara Satomi's wife, Kaede, Fukada Eimi, and Yamate Rika, what else is worthy of Hao Jian's serious regard?
"It's true... if a friend comes from afar, he will be killed no matter how far away he is!"
The masked man turned his attention to Hao Jianchan, said softly "Hey", held the knife in both hands, and kept gesticulating towards Hao Jian, vaguely wanting to block all Hao Jian's escape routes.
"Who is Mu?" the masked man said in a deep voice, his voice hoarse and low, with some strange accent.
Hao Jian sneered and said: "It doesn't matter if a little sword light shines all over the world, but the whole world is so low! Hao Jian, the 'cheap saint' of a certain family! When you see me, why don't you commit seppuku immediately?"
The masked man's eyes flashed, "No wonder!"
He actually knew Hao Jian.
His hands were seen tightly holding the handle of the long knife wrapped with white strips, and the blade was moved to the center of his eyebrows, standing straight.
This is called: Use the sword to correct the eye!
His eyes became extremely sharp, and a huge sword energy suddenly appeared from the long knife, rushing toward Hao Jian.
His breathing also became even and long, and he suddenly entered a strange state, full of murderous intent.
"A little bit of knowledge! However, with just a little bit of knowledge, you want to come to the middle-earth and run wild... You are really tired of living!" Hao Jian raised his red sword and sneered.
"Arrogant! Let me show you the 'New Yinliu's Twelve Stages of Phantom Sword Technique'!"
Before he finished speaking, the masked man suddenly took action, slashing out a cold light with his long knife, like a dazzling electric light, and slashed towards Hao Jian extremely quickly.
While Hao Jian sneered, the red sword in his hand suddenly came out, and a red glow lit up under the moonlight...
In an instant, the lights on the Qinhuai River within a radius of ten feet were extinguished and there was silence.
"when!"
After the sound of swords clashing, when the lights came back on, the Japanese swordsman stood on the bow of the ship holding a long sword, as if frozen.
Hao Jian's red sword returned to its sheath and stood proudly.
Suddenly, the black cloth on the Japanese swordsman's face split into two halves and fell into the river, revealing a cold face.
"Good swordsmanship! My name is Izumi Ichiro, don't forget it!"
As he spoke, he took a quick step forward, and once again the long sword rolled up with infinite force, slashing towards Hao Jian.
When the sword was slashed out, beads of sweat dripped down Izumi Ichiro's face. His feet were taking strange steps like a devil, and the sound of each step was like a drum beating straight into people's hearts.
Hao Jian said coldly: "It's a small trick!"
Izumi Ichiro suddenly jumped up into the sky, and the long knife in his hand turned into a sharp light, cutting through the dark void and hitting Hao Jian's forehead.
Hao Jianjian's shadow flickered, and a series of afterimages were dragged out from the bow of the ship, also heading straight for Izumi Ichiro.
"when!"
There was another sound of gold and iron, and the figures of the two people passed each other.
The red light and sharp light disappeared, Izumi Ichiro stood at Hao Jian's previous position, and Hao Jian stood at Izumi Ichiro's position, swapping places exactly.
Respect appeared on Izumi Ichiro's face, "He is worthy of being as powerful as the Rain-covering Sword. I am convinced that I lost! I only regret that I didn't have the opportunity to see the decisive battle between Shuiyue Sect and you..."
As he spoke, a little redness appeared between his eyebrows, and blood flowed down his forehead, passed through the bridge of his nose, flowed through his body, and dripped from his chin onto the deck.
"Shui Yue Da Zong... is the number one sword technique in the country..."
Before he could finish speaking, Izumi Ichiro fell into the river and died on the spot.
On the Qinhuai River, people witnessed this battle and fell silent.
Hao Jian sheathed his sword and said calmly: "I told you earlier... If a friend comes from afar, he will be killed no matter how far away he is! Shuiyue Sect? I have been waiting for you for a long time... Mengyao, let's go!"
While laughing, he soared into the air, and his figure crossed the river more than ten feet, only to disappear again at a point on the other side.
Qin Mengyao smiled slightly and followed closely.
All the passengers on the Qinhuai River were stunned...
Lian Xiuxiu leaned against the door of the painting boat, watching this scene, and suddenly clenched the score in her hand.
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In an ancient temple east of Xuanwu Lake, a gray-robed monk sat cross-legged in the main hall facing the door, extremely quiet.
There is a ring scar on his bald head, and his eyes are calm and distant. He looks very young, but also looks like he has lived for decades, full of vicissitudes of life.
"I've met the Zen Master." Qin Mengyao's voice came.
The gray-robed monk smiled slightly and said, "Mengyao, you are back."
Qin Mengyao sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the gray-robed monk, staring at this old monk who was half a master.
The Lord of Pure Thought Zen is finished.
"Zen Master, do you have anything to ask me about?" Qin Mengyao said calmly.
Ling Jin looked at Qin Mengyao carefully and suddenly said: "Meng Yao, there seems to be some changes during the time you came down the mountain."
A hint of apology appeared on Qin Mengyao's otherworldly jade face.
"Meng Yao, from the look in your eyes now, I can see all the seven emotions and six desires."
Qin Mengyao said quietly: "Zen Master has a sharp eye, Mengyao has indeed encountered a sexual difficulty."
Completely silent.
"Zen Master, do you disagree with Mengyao's choice?"
Zen Master Jiejin pondered for a moment, but did not directly answer Qin Mengyao's question. Instead, he said: "Back then, you came to see me with your master's handwriting. The content of it, the poor monk knew that you had always been curious about it, but he never told you. However,
Now I really want to tell you, so that you will understand how I feel at this moment."
"What did my teacher say?" Qin Mengyao said hurriedly.
"Jing'an said in the letter that Mengyao's qualifications and wisdom surpass those of all the ancestors of Jingzhai, and even stand alone in the two holy places! Therefore, we can only guide you, but cannot impose our own views on you. Therefore, we will leave Mengyao alone.
You look through the sect's classics, and only when you come to ask all the questions, I
I will try my best to guide you, but it mainly depends on your free play. Only in this way can you cultivate peerless talents who can compete with Pang Ban in the future! This... is Jing'an's mind and vision... So, even if you are emotional,
I won’t interfere at all.” Zen Master Lingjin said calmly.
Qin Mengyao's eyes flashed with tears, and she said after a long time: "Thank you, Zen Master, and thank you, my mentor."
Jue Jin nodded and said: "However, Jue Jin must remind Mengyao that except for the deceased Jing'an and this person now, Mengyao can no longer waver her emotions because of a third person. Otherwise, she will definitely fall into love and never recover, forever.
There is no chance to see the way of heaven."
Qin Mengyao's heart trembled and he responded: "Zen Master, Mengyao please remember this."
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In the inn, Hao Jian sat cross-legged on the bed, with eagle and red swords crossed on his knees.
With his eyes slightly closed, his mind sank into the ocean of his soul, silently feeling the mystery deep in his soul.
Today, as soon as he stepped into Jinling, Hao Jian once again vaguely felt the spiritual connection of Living Buddha Eagle Yuan...
They didn't meet each other, but Hao Jian was very sure that both he and Ying Yuan who was hiding in the palace had definitely sensed each other.
It's a mysterious feeling, but it's definitely not an illusion.
"Yingyuan Living Buddha..."
Hao Jian suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window into the void.
After pondering for a moment, he murmured to himself: "He's already here, so how can he be so jealous that he doesn't dare to see it?"
With his thoughts set, Hao Jian carried his sword and floated out of the inn, heading straight for the imperial city.
Hao Jian was not very interested in the Ming Dynasty Palace and Zhu Yuanzhang in the palace.
He passed through the imperial city and reached deep into the woods of the harem.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Hao Jian looked up and saw a small village hidden in the night.
Hao Jian whispered in his heart: "Finally, we are going to meet!"
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