Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 218 Sword Qi and Xiao Xin
(5)

Huo and Wu's voices rang out one after another, and just as the last frivolous and flashy movement was sent away in front of the lobby, the masters and young masters under the high stage began to point to their favorite kabuki performers and chatter endlessly.

Someone said: "That is the beauty that our family raised since childhood, and now it can be regarded as a grown-up!"

Immediately afterwards, a young man who came from nowhere came up to the old father-in-law and said: "Can you let the young lady sing a song with me alone, so that we can spend a good night together?"

The young man in front hadn't finished speaking, but a steady stream of other people came up behind him to ask questions, all planning to buy the first night of the actress who stood on the high platform earlier.They compete with each other, as if they never get tired of it.

Almost no one noticed that a pair of mysterious traveling entertainers had already walked to the center of the lobby.

That slim lady with bright makeup on her eyes and a veil, walked up the steps slowly on the high platform covered by light and shade, caressing the pipa on her chest, and the crisp copper bells hovered around her feet, ringing a few times. a rhythm.But the other man who was walking with him was covered in dust and looked very dim, as if telling others that they had just arrived from afar.

One of them was sitting on the stage, while the other was barefoot, stepping on the wooden floor, standing quite obediently.Facing the chaotic situation in the audience, the two seem to have long been accustomed to it.

Suddenly, the man sitting upright played his flute and whistled loudly, and it seemed as if a golden eagle hissed past in the spacious lobby, and the lingering sound lingered.The people in the hall glanced at the top of their heads in unanimous agreement, and then suddenly realized, they turned to look in the direction where the voice came from first, and thought: "It turns out that the newcomer has arrived."

I only heard the "golden eagle" sobbing. After the echo faded away, there were several times of wind and sand coming.

The woman on the stage twirled the pipa lightly, imitating the gravel on the ground. When people stepped on it, it would make a slight sound. With the copper bell wrapped around her ankle—that thing like a horse bell, she danced her body slightly, shaking With a brass bell, trying to create a sense of migration.

Such a vast, vast, and sleepy feeling makes people feel like they are outside the Great Wall, and they are walking slowly to the next oasis.

After a while, the sound of the flute sounded again. At this time, it turned into a quiet night wind, blowing vastly and far away, and a gust of wind and sand was rolled up on the ground.The pipa beside him echoed, and the notes and rhythm gradually became noisy and dense, as if a gust of sand was about to move, intending to hit you from a distance.

This gust of wind is long and long, and it seems to connect the whole land, and people can feel the longing for the past and the distant hometown.This seems to be desolate and rough, but it is actually rough and fine in the style of the tune, which is very different from the delicate and rich tunes of the Central Plains.Therefore, many people gradually became fascinated by it.

The debate that was going on, the fire of desire that was rising, all came to an abrupt end.With the purest curiosity, everyone wanted to finish listening to this song of the desert, and even more wanted to know the origin of the person who was playing it.

After the song was over, everything was silent, and the audience did not make a sound for a long time, they just watched the stage with their eyes helplessly, not knowing what to say.

The two who had just finished playing the music didn't notice anything unusual. They packed up their outfits and clothes according to their usual habits, as if they were ready to wander to the next place at any time. Just as they were about to walk down the high platform, someone made a voice from the crowd , said.

"Girl, can you take off your veil and let us see your true face?"

As soon as these words were said, there were countless requests.

"Girl, how about singing with me?"

"Girl, if you can come to my house as a guest for a few days, I will definitely treat you with courtesy."

"Hey, what kind of gentleman are you pretending to be? Little lady, grandpa, I have plenty of money. Come to me, and I will take care of your food and living, so that you don't have to wander around..."

Under the influence of such chatter, the crowd gradually crowded in front of Murong Yan, blocking her way.No matter how Bai Feng shirks and explains, these rich and powerful dignitaries simply won't listen.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers appeared from behind the crowd, cursed at the surging crowd in front of them, and then forced a way out from the middle to escort the mysterious pair of travelers away.

At this moment, a dude jumped out from the middle, blocked the way of Bai Feng and Murong Yan, and said angrily: "You stupid soldiers, do you know who my father is? If you dare to block my way, you will die!"

"Whose son dares to act presumptuously in front of Mr. Mei?" The woman named Xinghe came down from the second floor and said sarcastically, "You stinking men covet even a married woman. This is Mr. Mei I mean, the old man likes this song, so I can't see some brats who haven't even grown up doing anything reckless here!"

"It's...it's Mr. Mei?" Seeing this, the dandy bent over in a daze, and went back into the crowd in disgrace.

Everyone talked a lot, thinking that the beauty in front of them was the love of Mei Lin's heart.

"This woman is domineering to this point, and she looks extraordinary. Could it be the maid 'Mei Xinghe' who sat down by Mr. Mei?"

"The little lady who played the pipa has her famous flower? Who is it? Could it be the follower beside her? This is really a flower, stuck in cow dung!"

"Speak less! No one wants to offend Mr. Mei..."

Afterwards, Mei Xinghe sent the pair of travelers directly to the guest room, and comforted him: "The two of you have come from such a long distance, you are exhausted after thinking about it, and it is really disappointing to meet such a group of inappropriate spectators! This is for you Guest room."

Although this room is for entertaining guests, the furniture and beds are arranged so neatly and appropriately that one might even think that it is someone's boudoir.

After finishing speaking, she watched Bai Feng and Murong Yan go in, and when she was about to close the door and leave, Bai Feng stopped her from the door and asked: "Miss, when can I meet Mr. Su?"

"Su Qing went out these few days, saying that he was looking for someone, and then asked Mr. Mei to 'watch the door' for him! Only he, Su Qing, has the ability to coax Mr. Mei into submission..."

"Then when will he return?"

"The shortest is two or three days, and the longest is more than ten days?" Mei Xinghe swayed her light pink narrow skirt and turned her back, and said with a playful smile: "Anyway, you are here to make a living, so you have a lot of time, don't you? Humph……"

After all, Mei Xinghe left without looking back, without giving Bai Feng any room to refuse.

Even though this night was spent in the city of Cangzhou, where there were many guards and a thriving population, Baifeng could not feel a little bit of security.He found that when he didn't have his saber by his side, he couldn't even close his eyes and rest.

Murong Yan's pillow was that young swordsman, so she naturally knew that the other party was restless.So, she took a good opportunity and asked interestingly: "Brother Feng, are you still angry at what others have said?"

"What?"

"What the dandy said, 'a flower stuck in cow dung'..."

"Hahaha..." Bai Feng laughed and said, "Then your Brother Feng did grow up with cow dung. Why, you don't like it anymore?"

"Of course not. I just care about you. Why do you keep your eyes open?"

"My sword is still on the horse. If someone finds out, we won't even have the ability to break through the encirclement..."

Murong Yan also responded with a smile and said, "Then how about you sleep with Yan'er in your arms and treat me as your precious Longming Sword?"

"Heh, what nonsense are you talking about? Now is not the time to make fun of me, Mei Lin, Mei Xinghe, we have to be wary of characters who hide their swords behind their smiles."

"Then can you trust Yan'er for once? I don't think they noticed anything unusual." Murong Yan suddenly sat up and poked her head out of the bed, then put down the bed curtain hanging on the top, and so on. Usually, two completely different small worlds are formed inside and outside the bed.

"Since we know that someone is watching, why don't we just play tricks? If you don't want to hug me, let me hug your head office?" Murong Yan sighed softly, as if talking to a junior who doesn't have a long memory. Sermon: "Now we are a couple, a poor, happy couple!"

The two whispered a lot of pillow talk, but after a while, whispered singing came out of the room, and it was not until very late that it gradually merged with the night and disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)