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Chapter 8 About Handshakes

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    Being a Observer of Walking, one¡¯s responsibility is certainly very important, but one thing is even more important, that is, Kunlun Temple has not been starved to death for Observation of Walking throughout the ages.

    Wang Changsheng took out a bunch of crumpled banknotes from his pocket, and counted about three hundred yuan. If these money were used sparingly in the city of Lingnan, including food, drink, and diarrhea, no matter how much money he saved, he would never be able to survive.  One week.

    "Even if you have seventy-two transformations and eighteen martial arts skills, to put it bluntly, in the end, you have to give up for those five buckets of rice Doesn't Sun Dasheng also have to beg for alms?"

    Since he will stay in Lingnan for nearly three months, Wang Changsheng will have to rely on himself since he has nothing to support him. He cannot pay for the Xu family's travel expenses, so naturally he cannot ask his sister for money.

    Xiguan Street is not too far from Lingnan University. It is separated by two roads. This street is a bit similar to the overpass in the old capital. In ancient times, during the old society, there were always people who performed tricks here to make a living.  Naturally, there are no performers nowadays, but there are quite a few people selling antiques and setting up fortune-telling stalls on Xiguan Street. The local government won't pay too much attention to them. They are regarded as a scenery on the street and are conducive to the development of the tourism industry.

    Wang Changsheng walked from the street to the end of the street and looked around. Basically, all the places where stalls could be set up were occupied by people from all walks of life. All the favorable terrain was crowded. When he walked by, he saw two antique sellers.  In order to grab the territory, everyone was beaten to death, and the competition was not as fierce as usual.

    When we were about to leave Xiguan Street, there was a place with a small bridge and flowing water. Maybe it was because the water in the ditch smelled rather pungent. There was also a garbage disposal point nearby. The environment was a little bit bad, but there was nothing wrong with it.  Wang Changsheng, who was competing, sat on the ground near the river at the end of the bridge, then picked up a branch and wrote the word "divination" on the ground.

    There are three thousand three Taoist treasures in Kunlun Temple. In addition to the ultimate skill of cutting off Feng Shui and dragon veins, he is best at doing yin and yang and divination. He is somewhat proficient in all eight professions, and also dabbles in Qimen Dunjia. All of these are thanks to  Kunlun Temple was given by the ancestors of the past dynasties.

    Each generation of Kunlun Temple's ancestors would practice their duties in the world for many years when they were walking under the Xing Temple. When they returned to Yuxu Peak after walking, they would put the various classics collected over the years in the Jing Pavilion.  This creates the majestic momentum of Kunlun Taoist Temple Three Thousand Three.

    Wang Changsheng was sitting on the ground, leaning against an old tree next to the bridge, taking a nap. The weather in Lingnan this season was neither cold nor hot, and the sun was making people feel warm and comfortable. While half asleep and half awake, Wang Changsheng felt as if someone was approaching. He raised his head and  As soon as I raised my eyelids, I saw a young man wearing a long gown and holding an erhu walking over. The young man looked at him with a surprised look, as if he was being taken over by a dove.

    But the other party only glanced at him and didn't say anything. Instead, he walked aside, put down a small pony, sat down, put the erhu on his lap, and took out a thermos cup from his bag and placed it next to him.

    This young man is about the same age as Wang Changsheng, but he looks a bit old-fashioned in his long gown. He has a delicate crew cut and a face with sharp edges. The erhu in his hand has been rubbed away from its original color, making him look particularly simple.  and old.

    It seemed that Wang Changsheng was looking at him. The man frowned unaccustomedly, pursed his thin lips and adjusted his body slightly to avoid being scrutinized.

    Wang Changsheng laughed sarcastically, nodded, and stopped looking at each other. The two of them remained silent. Time passed by, and it was getting dark. After a few hours, the two stall owners  No one opened in the youth, but when night fell, more and more people were on Xiguan Street, the surroundings were crowded, and many stalls became busy.

    "Pah!" Wang Changsheng lit a cigarette out of boredom. After thinking for a while, he took out another cigarette and waved his hand to the side. The young man holding the erhu was stunned when he saw this, and then he actually nodded. Wang Changsheng nodded.  He threw the cigarette towards the other person and threw the lighter to him. The man held it between two fingers, then lit the lighter and took a deep breath.

    It is no exaggeration to say that the puff he took made Wang Changsheng stunned. He took half of the cigarette and burned out a large amount of ash.

    Wang Changsheng swallowed and said, "Brother, you haven't had food for how many days. If you smoke like this, isn't it going directly to lung cancer?"

    The young man took a few breaths and said shyly: "Brother, let's talk later, okay?"

    Wang Changsheng asked cutely: "What's wrong?"

    "The pumping was too hard, I was a bit hypoxic"

    Sometimes the acquaintance between men is very simple, just a cigarette is enough, Wang Changsheng said??This young man's friendship began at this time.

    Two young people who seemed to be relatively downtrodden sat by the bridge on Xiguan Street and then started talking. He said his name was Wang Changsheng, and he said his name was Liang Pingping. Wang Changsheng was surprised and said that the name sounded a bit girly.  , Liang Pingping said seriously, it is Ping An Ping.

    After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng realized that he had indeed occupied someone else's place. Liang Pingping had been playing the erhu here a few days ago. He arrived a little late today. He didn't expect this Feng Shui treasure of Xiaoqiaoliushui.  It was occupied by him.

    After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Liang Pingping's complexion seemed to have improved a lot. Wang Changsheng couldn't help but ask: "Don't tell me, you haven't had sex here for several days."

    Liang Pingping said seriously: "There are a few people who want me to pay money to pull a section, but when I see what people are doing, I won't pull it if I don't like it, I won't pull it if I don't know how to listen, and I won't pull it if I can't hear the taste.  The master said that this erhu is only for those who know how to listen, and ordinary people will not be able to enjoy it."

    Wang Changsheng said curiously: "Are there many opinions?"

    Liang Pingping continued to say seriously: "Craftsmen are very particular."

    Wang Changsheng said "Oh", raised his finger and pointed at his nose and said: "What do you think of me? Don't deny it in a hurry. Why did you smoke two of my cigarettes just now? You have to reciprocate the favor.  , I just have nothing to do, can you and I play some music to relieve our boredom?"

    Liang Pingping pursed his lips, seeming hesitant. Wang Changsheng sighed and said, "I may come here more often in the next few days"

    "Buzz!" Liang Pingping immediately sat upright and straightened his back. The two strings of the piano emitted a trembling sound. He placed the bow on the strings, closed his eyes and tilted his head for a moment. A piano sound that sounded as loud as thunder came out leisurely.  Out.

    The sound of the piano is melodious, majestic, and cheerful, and the music on the fingertips ripples out like flowing clouds and flowing water. This song was once adapted from a certain dulcimer master's "Thunder in the Drought", which instantly made pedestrians walking on the West Street Bridge stop in their tracks and couldn't help but look sideways.  Looking forward.

    Wang Changsheng was suddenly stunned. He never thought that Liang Pingping's erhu could knock him down to such an extent. He remembered that when he went to Kunlun Mountain with his master, he passed through Chang'an City and heard a piece of suona in a teahouse. At that time, Wang Changsheng could hear it.  He was enjoying it, but Chen Qingshan grabbed him by the collar and left. He asked the master why.

    Chen Qingshan said: "The pipa has been played for thousands of years, and the suona has been played for a lifetime. He is far from this state, and listening to it is dirty to the ears."

    There is another sentence before this comment, which is: "Three years of playing piano and five years of playing Xiao, one pull of the erhu can break one's waist Liang Pingping's effort can be compared to breaking one's waist."

    After finishing the song, Liang Pingping's face turned red and he was out of breath. The others listened happily. Several elderly people clapped their hands, then took out the money from their pockets and put it in the erhu case.  The time spent can be a few hundred dollars.

    Wang Changsheng said: "There is something wrong with your starting point. You always feel that no one can understand the music you play, and you don't bother to let others listen to it. From now on, you should do as I say. You only think that the music you play is  Just listen to it for yourself, and as for other people's reward, just say "Judges, please be happy, otherwise, if you go on like this, you will starve to death sooner or later."

    Liang Pingping was a little dazed when he heard what he said. After thinking about it for a while, it seemed to make sense, so he said: "I have learned a lesson."

    Wang Changsheng bared his teeth and said with a smile: "I'm talking nonsense too, but I think women do it to please their appearance, and they play music for those who understand themselves. This sentence makes sense. Could it be that if you sit here all your life, if there is no one?  Is it possible that you don¡¯t want someone you like? So, you have to take the initiative and make friends with music, right?"

    Liang Pingping felt more and more what the other party said made sense, and sincerely said, "Friend, what you said makes sense."

    Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand and said: "The main reason is that I like you, otherwise I might not even have the intention to take a look at someone else."

    "Pop!" The two men's hands were held together in a seemingly ordinary way, but neither of them may have thought that for a long time in the future, they would create so many things because of this day's acquaintance.  of waves.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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