Anime: Crystal Palace starting from Tifa

That's called loving each other.

Levi arrived near his destination in the Thunderhawk gunboat. First, he had to go to a village in the heart of Yan Country to find a girl named "Xi" - Ling lived here. However, because of her special ability, it was not easy to meet her.

"To put it simply, my youngest sister is not normal. She is old but still a stay-at-home girl and doesn't want to go out to work at all. Not only is she unemployed and staying at home all day long, but she also fantasizes that she is an artist. Not only can she not sell her crappy paintings every day, but she is also always very cold. I guess she is restless during puberty? In my opinion, she just doesn't want to admit the fact--" Nian's words were very impolite: "If you go, help me wake her up, or beat her up, or wake her up with force if that doesn't work! I have faith in you-when you find him, pry open this magic weapon, and I can lend you a hand..."

262 Come on, I'll give you a spin!

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263 Big Sister, Little Sister

It makes him look very cool, as if he were in a tavern.

They are greatly disliked by local residents.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't chase me away. Let's talk it out nicely - money, money, money, I brought the money." Although he begged for mercy with a playful smile, there was no trace of embarrassment on his face as if he had been scolded.

If Levi was treated so shamelessly, he would have exploded long ago. He would not be able to hold on to the life bar of anyone who dared to speak to him like that.

So Ling laid out nine large coins and said, "Bring me a plate of fennel beans and warm a pot of wine. The wine must be good." Then, Ling looked at Li Wei beside him and said with a smile, "I'm going to treat you today!"

"Oh, Miss Ling, are you rich today?" The tavern owner saw Ling coming and had just angrily chased her away. Now he was in no good temper: "Miss Ling, I am also a small business here. You still owe me nineteen cents--"

"Well... I'll pay it off next time. This time it's cash, and the wine has to be good." The beautiful girl scratched her head awkwardly, and the lantern in her hand couldn't help but clenched, looking very depressed.

"Oh? Miss Ling, you've found another sucker? Is it someone else who's paying for you this time?" The tavern owner continued to laugh teasingly, but accepted the money. He asked a little boy to prepare the wine, and he went to prepare the dishes.

“Don’t make fun of me!”

"You're making fun of me? It's not someone else's treat. Where did you get the money?"

"We have similar interests... We have similar interests, let's..." As the beautiful little dragon girl said this, her eyes seemed to be begging Levi to help her talk.

"That's right." Li Wei nodded and said, "I got lost here, and it was Miss Ling who helped me find this small mountain village. I was amazed by Miss Ling's poems and essays along the way! There is only one stone of talent in the world, and Miss Ling alone has eight buckets! The rest of the world's talents only have two buckets."

"Ah? Hehehe...hehe...is that so?" Ling smiled and quickly pulled Li Wei to sit down: "Hey, Brother Li! You are such a good person! Come on, do you want me to write a poem for you? Hmm? No, I just feel like it. No need to write it down, or write it down. Wait, if it's composed music, it wouldn't be bad! But if you want to dance, I'm afraid I have to make some preparations. Okay! You sit down first and wait for me for a moment..."

"Miss Ling, if you want to dance, can you please go outside?" A waitress came over with a pot of warm wine, and said to Ling, who was his elder sister, with the courage to kill Hua Xiong - "Last time, when you danced, your big tail swung and seven or eight guests in our tavern were slapped by you. Bia, Bia, Bia; Bia, Bia, Bia (making monkey sounds), many guests didn't come for three days, and many things were smashed, which affected business a lot."

"Uh... that... ahem, sorry." Ling scratched his head awkwardly and apologized to the waiter. He took the wine flask and the wine warming equipment and sat down again, looking at the handsome Shen Jun next to him. He stuck out his slender and long red tongue awkwardly and said, "Oh my, it seems that my previous embarrassing incident has been discovered."

"Can't you control your tail?" Li Wei looked at the huge dragon tail and recalled her sister Nian: "I have seen Nian's tail before, it is very flexible."

"Oh?!" Ling was stunned at first, and then a gossipy look flashed in his eyes.

"It can even be used when forging iron. It's very flexible, powerful and... extraordinary." Levi looked at Ling who had a tendency to defile women in front of him: "Why, yours doesn't work?"

"Hmm? My tail doesn't work? Haha, I can use my tail to hold a pen... No, I can even use my tail to dip in ink! Well, of course I can use a pen, but it's an external object after all, so it's not convenient. I'm a free and easy person, so who says I can't use my tail? Come, I'll give you a poem! I'll give it to you right now!" Ling casually took out a bamboo-sealed pen and ink box from his pocket and took out a roll of paper. With a big stroke of the pen, he wrote like a dragon)

"The starry eyes slowly turn like flower dew, the spring mountain slightly frowns and the moon is hazy. The lips are redder than peony, and the face is like a ball of pink jade lotus. The romantic and charming girl is charming in a thousand ways, and her eyes are full of emotions. Her movements are like a butterfly flying through flowers, and her words are like a hundred warblers - gift..." Ling looked at Li Wei and asked, "Uh, Brother Li, what is your specific name?"

"Levi."

"Oh, okay!" Ling picked up the pen and wrote a gift to Li "Wei".

"Let me ask you something. Who are you writing this about?" Li Wei looked at the poem above. It didn't look like it was written about him at all.

"Of course it's written about me." Ling poured a glass of wine and began to drink by himself: "Ah - the taste is really not...what, but it's good to be able to drink a few sips now, why do I need a flying sword?"

"No, you wrote a poem for me, why did you write about yourself?"

"When one day my form disappears into the avenue, my body disappears between heaven and earth, and there is no me in the world anymore, when I am the world - I will no longer exist, and no one will remember me." Ling Yin brought the wine into the cup and said, "Since you were summoned by Nian, you are naturally different. I think you should know even without me telling you that Nian, that guy, looks carefree, but actually cares more about our "survival" than anyone else. It's okay to tell you - we are the "Sui" or "Sui Beast" or "Sui God". Oh, to correct it, it's both "us" and "Him". There's nothing to hide about this, and I'm not worried about what Nian is worried about. After all, I'm just me, and if I die, I'm just dead. It's a pity for the things in this cup and this world, after all, I like them."

The blue-haired beautiful girl murmured, "I love all of this - but when the "fragment" of me disappears, people will no longer remember me. Only if I leave something behind and others leave something behind for me, I can still exist alone. It's like a tombstone whose owner is unknown. It doesn't matter, hahaha. Come on, Brother Li, I'll give you the whole "spin"!"

Having said that, Nian is about to give an intense performance.

"..." Traveling through time, not plagiarizing! For example, Jin Yi Ye Xing!

"In that case, since this world doesn't have it, I'll give it to you. I think... it's quite suitable." Li Wei looked at the other party's poem... how should I put it... it's okay, pretty good. It's not a doggerel, but at least it's a little better than a doggerel.

It is just a poem. It has no height, no novelty, and even does not conform to the style - just like you go to a restaurant and order a plate of braised pork. When it comes, the feeling is: Yeah, yes, this is a piece of meat, it should be like this, it is like this.

Just plain delicious.

"Come, I'll give you some strength." Levi picked up the pen and quickly wrote a line of words - the words he wrote were not very good, but fortunately, a brush can still write words even if it is a dog crawling.

"Hey hey hey? Don't waste paper, it's too... Eh?! Eh?!" Ling stared at the words in front of him, his eyes wide open. Each word was written so ugly, but the meaning formed by putting them together was so... beautiful! It felt like watching the ugliest pig man ever seen in a porn movie, pressing down on the most beautiful girl ever seen in this life.

Only look at the meaning of the poem!

The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.

There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. One look from her can overwhelm the whole city, another look can overwhelm the whole country. I would rather not know that she can overwhelm the whole city and the whole country, because such a beauty is hard to find again.

It is hard to give up her natural beauty, with her hair in clouds, her face in bloom, and her golden hairpins. She looks back and smiles, and all the beauties in the palace pale in comparison.

"Alright, alright, alright, it's over, it's over..." Ling grabbed the poems written by Li Wei and stuffed them into his arms, carefully placing them as if they were his own treasures. Then he was shy for a rare moment, first shy, then coughed, and then turned into a carefree person. "Brother Li, you are making it difficult for me? Uh, I gave you a poem, and you gave me so many! You are making it difficult for me. Don't you have a girlfriend? Why don't you give her one?"

"Difficult? Then don't do it." Seeing that the other party was in a state of shyness, Li Wei smiled and said indifferently: "Hey, we are all children of the world. Seeing you is the same as seeing our own brothers and sisters. Don't be too pessimistic. In fact, everyone is the same. Not many people will remember you after you die. Don't you see that all peddlers are like this? As for my girlfriend... She is a foreigner and doesn't understand this. Send her off with something else."

The sonnet is better than this, and our friendship is life-long, and romance exists in our daily lives without any deliberate expression.

"Eh? Brother Li... Eh, what a pity. Well, I will shamelessly accept it." Ling really smiled this time. After filling Li Wei's glass, he said, "Brother Li, after you are gone, I will definitely write a big epitaph for you. It must be gorgeous, novel, and unique. Uh, Brother Li, come on, let's go!"

"Oh? Miss Ling, you are still like this. You usually talk about your nature with bare hands, but now you write a poem to pay for the wine? Why, today another sucker comes to pay for your money?"

Li Wei looked back and saw that the person who spoke was a mature woman who was less than 30 years old and almost mature. She was wearing a blue patterned gown, but this gown gave off the temperament of a cheongsam. The black-haired mature woman waved a fan in her hand and attacked Ling.

"Hahaha, oh, Miss Storyteller, that's not right. Come on, come on, let me introduce you - this is the storyteller here. I don't even know his name, I'm not familiar with him, really not." After laughing a few times, he took Li Wei's hand in front of the storyteller and said in a friendly manner: "This one, his surname is Li and his name is Wei. He is my close friend! A friend for life and death! A friend who would die for me!"

"Heh." After seeing this scene, the storyteller's beautiful eyes flashed with anger for some reason, and veins on her eyebrows throbbed. After taking a deep breath, she sat down next to Li Wei, opposite Ling. On the small square table, she said provocatively: "Oh? Miss Ling, it seems that your bottom line is really getting lower and lower? If I can lend you money for wine, I am your good friend? And I am willing to die for you? You must know: poverty and humbleness do not make friendship. Miss Ling, take care of yourself."

"Hey, that's wrong." Li Wei looked at the mature woman in front of him and saw that she was a storyteller. Li Wei first bowed and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

“Ah?” The storyteller also cupped her hands, “Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work…”

It's hard work to meet each other, it must be Jianghu.

"One is rich, the other is poor; friendship is revealed; one dies and one lives, friendship is revealed; when one passes through a house, his wife does not avoid him - Miss Ling and I have this kind of friendship of entrusting one's wife and son to each other."

"What does this mean?" The mature storyteller was stunned and then asked.

"Ah? Do you have such a strong desire for knowledge? Then let me tell you something: There is a saying that there is a noble and a humble... This is hard to explain. Let me give you an analogy. For example, you, the storyteller, are no longer a storyteller. You are a famous storyteller! Not in this small village, but in the palace telling stories to the emperor. There are more than 30,000 ministers kneeling down to listen, from inside the palace to the foot of the imperial city. When you tell a story, the emperor starts clapping first, and it takes three days for the last row to start clapping along after hearing the applause! That's how high your status is."

"Are you okay?" The storyteller burst into laughter, then looked at Ling who was already laughing to the point of looking like a nobody. She coughed lightly and said sternly, "So what?"

"You are such a prominent figure, and one day when you are performing on the street..."

"Wait, why would someone of my status like me have to set up a stall on the street to perform?" The mature lady looked puzzled.

"For the working class, you should not only let the emperor listen, but also let ordinary people listen! This is a real good storyteller. So a great person like you sang praises to the emperor at the stall! After singing for three hours, the palace guards came and beat you up. Then you stood up and sang praises to the palace guards. At this time, an overseas Chinese from Yan State in Ursus came to you and said: I like to listen to your storytelling very much, how about you come to my place to tell stories? But you are not allowed to bring any family members. It is agreed that you will be given 300 billion Longmen coins when you come back - you think it is good. But you have

My daughter is only fourteen years old and has no relatives! I am the only friend you know in the whole Yan country - you must entrust your daughter to me. What can I do? "

"..." Li Wei told the other party a famous traditional crosstalk segment "Friends", which was basically about Ling laughing on one side and the storyteller listening on the other side. I think it's a good story, waiting to tell it later.

"Ah... Although you are making fun of me, and it is very vulgar. But... the story is very interesting, so I accepted it. Haha, you two have such a good relationship? Okay, Miss Ling, remember to give birth to more children and marry Brother Li in the future." The storyteller waved her fan, took a sip of tea, looked at Ling who was laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe, and teased in a bad mood.

"Okay, okay." Ling Ze didn't care about this at all: "I have a place to give birth to a child, but he has no place to raise one. He already has a wife. What, you want to marry her and be her mistress? That's fine, how about you take her with you?" Ling Ze stuffed the fennel beans into his mouth without any scruples and started chewing: "That's perfect, a woman three years older than a man is a treasure. It looks like you are a few years older than Brother Li——"

"You! Ha, ha, ha ha. If it's really interesting, then what if it's true?" Suddenly she laughed a few times, and the storyteller waved her hand and said to the surprised Li Wei: "Hmm? You think I'm very cheap and self-promoting? Whatever you say. This is the only thing I don't care about. It's not true, and I don't need it now. I'm just talking - the long day will end. The long dream will end. Oh, I don't like this topic! If the outside world is no longer interesting, I keep it, it keeps it, and everyone is struggling to survive, what's the point? If someone can make it more interesting... If this really happens, ha, I will take your daughters over there, so what? But this old tree, with dead branches and leaves, which magpie would like it?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're wrong. Come on, come on, take a look." Ling carefully took out a few poems that Li Wei wrote to her from her arms and said, "Look, look - this lady, haha! I thought I was free and easy, but I never thought I would be trampled into this state - how about it, very vivid, right? Better than any painting you've ever drawn, right? Hahaha, this is the power of words, your paintings are useless -"

"Nonsense! My painting is no better than this...poem!"

264 There are two dragons coiled in the house

The result of chatting with the two women was that they became more and more excited. Li Wei kept sighing that it was fortunate that he didn't bring anyone with him. Because sometimes the ancient poems he recited were so famous that it was easy to copy them abroad. The people in District 11 grew up reading Tang poems. How could others not know Bai Juyi?

"This is my painting. My skills are not very good, but it can be roughly similar." The storyteller turned into a mature painter. She took out a scroll from the endless abyss in her arms, unfolded it and threw it on the table. She pushed Ling, who was leaning over to the side, aside and said to Li Wei word by word, "Come on, write a poem. People say that calligraphy and painting have the same origin, but I don't think it is entirely true!"

As he said this, he glanced at Ling beside him. The meaning was very simple: paintings are better than books!

"Not bad, not entirely." Ling laughed and replied directly: "Calligraphy and painting are at the same level. They are both the most basic units of expression. But poetry is different. Poetry is the refinement of calligraphy. It is a higher level of calligraphy - of course it is higher."

"you!"

Li Wei looked at the painting, which seemed to be a waterfall, with a little man meditating and looking very comfortable below. Li Wei couldn't understand it, but he was shocked! Li Wei could only see that the painting was good, but he couldn't explain why it was good. So he picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the other paper beside him.

Primary school students must memorize the ancient poem "Looking at the Waterfall at Mount Lu" by Li Bai.

"My handwriting is terrible. Miss Ling, please help me copy it on this painting so as not to ruin other people's paintings--" Li Wei said as he wrote a few words.

"Why are there still typos? Oh, forget it, it looks understandable - are you writing in cursive again?" In fact, some simplified Chinese characters are the result of abbreviated and regularized cursive characters from past dynasties. If those who use traditional Chinese characters and have never seen simplified Chinese characters cannot tell which character is which at first glance, it only shows that their cultural level is not high enough.

Ling took a look at the words written by Li Wei. He had already complained in his heart. However, the mature female painter next to him had already started to make a big deal out of it, so she followed suit and said, "Okay, okay, I'll write in cursive - it's so wet, so wet! The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and I can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance."

"The waterfall falls straight down three thousand feet, I wonder if it's the Milky Way falling from the sky?" The painter was stunned, and looked at Li Wei in disbelief: I thought such a person was just a good-looking person, but I never thought that he was equal inside and out. She had seen many people who were different inside and outside. So she looked at Li Wei in disbelief: "You...you?"

"Hahaha, Brother Li, this poem has elevated your lousy painting to a level that it doesn't belong to. It's really high!" Pause, pause, pause! When he was happy, Ling threw the pen in his hand away, grabbed the wine pot beside him and blew into it! "Come on, come on, Brother Li, come too--"

"I think it's just right." Seeing that the painter was about to blush, Li Wei said something nice: "I have seen through the inner world of the artist of this painting--"

"Ok?"

"Look at the whole composition of this painting, it seems like a fairyland on earth. But the meditating person is so quiet under the waterfall. What does this show? It shows that he is communicating with the universe! This painting depicts a fairyland on earth, but the owner of this painting is at a higher level. What she didn't paint is her true heart. Even if the painter is not a dragon among men, his painting is also a dragon among men! The artistic conception can be big or small, can rise or hide. When it is big, it will create clouds and mist, and when it is small, it will hide its shape. When it rises, it will soar in the universe! When it hides, it will lurk in the waves. This painting is mysterious, like a dragon changing with the times! The painter's ambition is to let his pen travel across the universe!"

what?

The mature female painter was stunned for a long time. Am I so cool? Then she stared at her painting for about a minute.

"I never thought that I would find a bosom friend today." I didn't know I was so awesome, and you knew it! ? But when you said that, hey, don't say it: Don't say it!

Li Wei: "..." I was just trying to flatter you so that you wouldn't bother me. I didn't mean to do anything to you. You don't need to look like you've made up your mind to follow me. It's really not necessary.

The mature female painter sighed and wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth in the end. She looked at Ling with disgust, then waved her hand and said, "Okay, I hate poetry the most. Change the style and write anything - I have a few paintings here, please help me improve them. Although I don't like them, I know that poetry requires inspiration and artistic conception..."

“I’m filled with inspiration today.”

Li Wei wrote a lot of poems, but anyone who is interested can tell the difference: he only wrote poems up to high school. He can’t do it anymore! The reason is simple: his teaching plan ends here. If he doesn’t recite it often, he will easily forget it. That means he can’t do it anymore!

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night..." This is the inscription on a festival painting.

"When will the bright moon appear..." This is the inscription on a painting of moon-viewing.

"Let's drink, don't stop! I will sing a song for you, please listen to me!" This is a very rare singing.

"In the years of Yan State, I went to the capital and went to Luogu Mountain. The ancients said that the god of this mountain was called Dragon Concubine. I was moved by the fact that I met a soulmate while staying overnight, so I wrote this poem. The words are: ... her figure is as graceful as a startled swan and as gentle as a swimming dragon. She is as glorious as autumn chrysanthemums and as luxuriant as spring pines... I ordered the servants to drive the carriage, and I will return to the east road. I took the reins and resisted the whip, lingering in sorrow and unable to leave."

This is a clear winner in a painting of a girl by the river with her back unidentified.

"Crack, crack..."

One is a painter, the other is a poet. I don't drink anymore, and I don't complain anymore. After so many years in this industry, I think I am quite romantic. After so many years in Yan Country, I have some skills.

The painter even thinks: Only

What’s in my paintings is beautiful. The world outside is completely boring. I don’t want to see it anymore.

Poets even think: In this wonderful world, what I write down is the best.

However, the true elegance of the ages. At this moment, even a small part of it was revealed, which made the two masters of poetry and painting feel overwhelmed.

"This is hard to end, this is hard to end, Brother Li." Ling stopped hugging Li Wei, and instead straightened her clothes, as if she realized that men and women should not be intimate. From not having any contact with Li Wei at the beginning, to hugging each other like close friends, to now keeping a distance - women's thoughts are so strange: "You made me lose badly."

"Tsk, it's OK, barely acceptable." After a long time, the mature female painter's face changed several times. She looked up at Levi, then at the paintings; then at Levi, then at the paintings. Finally, she put away all the paintings, turned around and left: "Remember to come for tea at this time tomorrow! Or you can come earlier."

"Tsk, so stingy." Ling Ye arbitrarily put away Levi's dog-crawling draft and put it firmly into the endless abyss in front of his chest: "Hey, Brother Li! Don't worry about that woman, there's a hole in her brain--"

Pointing at his head, Ling said with a smile: "Come on, come on, that... boss! Serve the food! Bring out the good wine and good food! This is my close friend. What's mine is his, and what's his must also be mine - right? Brother Li?"

"Bang!" Suddenly, someone behind Ling bumped into someone with the ball!

"Wow! What are you doing? Huh?" Ling turned around and was really scared.

"What? You're not welcome?" The girl snorted coldly, then looked at Levi indifferently: "Or do you have something to hide? Can't stand me?"

"Hiss! Xi?!" Ling saw that the person coming was actually his sister, while Levi saw another little dragon! She was somewhat similar to Ling and Nian, but in the end she was different. She looked a little autistic, like a little lonely with aggressive power. The dragon-horned girl walked to Levi's side, shaking her tail.

"Well, let me introduce myself again - I am the Xi you are looking for." Xi was in a rare good mood towards Li Wei: "Why, how did you like my painting just now?"

"Oh? That's your painting?" Li Wei was a little surprised and looked at Xi carefully: "The storyteller just now..."

"Why? You still prefer that style?" Xi suddenly seemed dissatisfied, and the girl seemed a little uneasy: "Tsk, then there is nothing we can do. In fact, we are the same person, she is me, I am her. It's just an illusion - haha, there is nothing we can do. It's just a small matter, even if it's up to you, so what? Hey, look at me carefully."

"Hmm?" As soon as he finished speaking, Levi subconsciously looked at Xi.

For some reason, Ling beside him suddenly flashed a wicked smile. Then her tail flickered, and when Xi was concentrating on painting, Li Wei's eyes suddenly went dark.

Looking again, he saw a graceful and beautiful girl sitting in front of Levi.

She is graceful and elegant, very elegant and elegant - she is so elegant that she is not wearing any clothes.

"This... this?!" Li Wei's eyes widened. This pair of pink peach blossoms, this green collar underneath, this graceful body stuffed with rouge and purple! This...

"What? Can't you see it?" Xi looked very generous, and said in a bored manner: "I have transformed into the mature woman just now. Don't you like this style more? Then I will show you a good look - look carefully. Do you see it clearly?"