I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 88: The remaining clouds cover the sky, and there are several green peaks on the river
"Mr. Sir! Let's drink this glass of wine. I will go to the world with only your kindness!" Li Qianqian walked at the forefront of the women, holding a white jade wine glass in her hand, and handed it over lovingly but with reluctance.

If the initial friendship between her and Li Lang was just a joke.

After more than two years, what was originally just a simple friendship has already deteriorated.

What's more, Li Lang also left a foundation for her and Xie Zhaoxi and others.

Mutual aid associations and orphan schools sound like money-losing things, but if they become big, do well, make a name for themselves, and make achievements, they will become both a talisman and a magic weapon to win over people's hearts.

Even if they become old and lustful in the future, no one in Yangzhou Mansion would dare to openly disrespect them or bully them as long as they remain upright.

The new generation of oirans who will come later will not step on their faces to gain the upper hand. They will perform the usual fireworks scene where a new generation replaces the old one. The new generation will only laugh and the old one will cry.

In essence, Li Lang has helped them break out of the restrictions and strange circles of brothel women.

Of course, such a thing can only be accomplished without the acquiescence of the black and white parties. Without Li Lang, even if there is a smart and far-sighted brothel girl who thinks of such a way out, it will be difficult for them to realize it. There will be a lot of resistance at the beginning of implementation.

Li Lang picked up the wine glass handed over by Li Qianqian and drank the wine in one gulp.

Then he turned around, seemingly ignoring those reluctant eyes.

"Go back! Today I want to ride on the wind, but the big roc spreads its wings and hates the sky!" Li Lang said boldly but ruthlessly. Yangzhou Mansion is already too small and can no longer accommodate Li Lang's ambition.

It was time for him to leave this happy and stable Novice Village!
Everything had been arranged long ago. If Li Lang hadn't deliberately wanted to find the most suitable life-saving magical power, he would have set off long ago.

Behind them, the sounds of women sobbing suddenly began, and then spread into a large area.

After Li Lang boarded the ship, the cries became louder and louder, as if they were shaking the romantic Yangzhou Mansion.

When Li Lang's figure was completely submerged in the cabin, melodious music sounded on the dock.

Wang Shan listened and played the guqin, Cui Yuyu played the dulcimer, Zhang Yin'er played the flute, and Xu Jiaren played the fou.

There are so many oirans with special skills, playing together and cooperating with each other. Such a grand occasion has never been seen in the Lantern Festival held by the government in the past.

Four oirans who are good at singing sang together.

Li Qianqian sang the first line: "Dredging the water creates waves, there is a road in Yaotai, I want to fly away after thinking about it."

The melody is sad and full of reluctance.

Then the song of Wu Qing continues: "I have to say goodbye to the one I love for the time being. How can I know where the mountains are so long and the rivers are so far away?"

The voice gradually became louder, but then turned deeper at the end.

"The beautiful seats condense in the dust, the fragrant boudoir covers the mist, who can attach the small characters on the red paper." Xiang Nong sang the third line, her voice always sounded like she was crying. In the past, when Li Lang bullied her, he always liked to speak directly. Great, listen to music with this.

However, at this moment, her voice was truly sad and sad, as if searching for the soul.

"The sky above the tall buildings is like dusk, and the rain is rustling on the sycamore leaves...!" Gu Yinglian sang the last line.

When her voice fell, the entire dock suddenly became silent again.

There was some kind of despair on everyone's face.

Gradually, some people began to pack up their instruments and walked back with their long skirts trailing.

From that atmosphere, more and more people are waking up.

The song ends... people disperse.

Wait until the flowers are gone and the remaining red color is gone.

But no one saw it. On a low hill not far from the pier, there was a woman, always looking at the sails going away. She put on her floral dress again and danced again and again until her feet were weak and she fell into the soil.

If I had known that I was no longer in your heart, I only wish that the dancing gods could transform into three thousand six hundred flawless winds and help you soar to the sky.

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Li Lang in the cabin gradually calmed down. He is not really ruthless, but he knows that if he is not ruthless, he will not be able to leave today.

Genuine Township is indeed the Tomb of Heroes.

What's more, Li Lang doesn't call himself a hero, so he can't handle this infinite tenderness.

The building boat sailed into the place where the narrow river was dredged, and the mountains on the left and right sides rose up like knives.

The boat going upstream, relying on the power of the wind and manpower, was not moving very slowly.

The Junshui Sword Sect is located upstream of Qingyang Temple, separated from each other by a straight line distance of about 700 miles.

If you take a boat and follow the dredged water, it will be a thousand miles away.

Standing on the bow of the ship, Li Lang looked at the distant sky, his mood and mind gradually broadened.

Over the past three years, he has become accustomed to this world, and his memories before the time travel are no longer so clear.

They all use the word "like a world away" to describe the passage of time, things have changed and people have changed.

But Li Lang is really a world away now.

Although the people in my hometown seem to have nothing to miss, missing my hometown is not just because of the people.

"The sky is green and the trees are dim, the clouds are setting in the sky, and the peaks on the river are green." Li Lang couldn't help but sing.

But I heard someone say 'ok'.

Then, like a big bird, an old Taoist landed on the bow of Li Lang's boat. He was wearing a green Taoist robe with greasy cuffs. He carried two swords on his back, one green and one purple, and his head was full of gray hair. , casually tied with wooden hairpins, but more than half of the hair was scattered outside, as if it had been blasted by a cannon.

At first glance, you can tell that this is a slovenly old man.

"I escaped by water, and when I heard such words, I became a little curious about people with such talents."

"I didn't expect... to be a monk!" the old Taoist said somewhat unhappily.

Li Lang was not angry, however. The Taoist's aura was muddy. Li Lang used the probing magical power 'Three Finger Questioning Qi' to sense the other person's aura and state, but he had no specific answer. He only knew that the other person was very strong.

This is enough to show that the other party is an old monster, and his real age may be much older than his outward appearance.

"Qingyang Temple Hui Lang, I have met my senior!" Li Lang said with his hands clasped together and saluting.

The old Taoist said: "Unlucky! Unlucky! I thought I could meet a wonderful person, but I didn't expect to be a monk. I have no luck in gambling today, so I have to think of an excuse to stop the old monster's mouth first."

After saying that, he took out a bright and shining pearl from his arms and threw it to Li Lang.

"I borrowed your boat to take a rest. Since you are a monk from Qingyang Temple, you can play with this thing!"

After saying that, without leaving any name or Taoist number, he plunged into the water with a swoop, melted into the water, and disappeared without a trace.

It really came and went even faster.

Li Lang couldn't compare this Taoist with a rumored senior within a hundred years.

After all, there are longevity skills that can extend lifespan, and there are too many practitioners who are hiding in the ancient past.

Who can tell clearly how many unknown masters there are in this world?

After picking up the pearl left by the Taoist, Li Lang felt a fresh air wash over his body.

"The dust-proof bead?" Li Lang was slightly surprised.

(End of this chapter)