Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 409 Makeup is not plastic surgery

  The world is full of beauty in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

  In Wudang, thousands of miles away, there is no mountain of peonies competing for beauty, and there is no so-called poetic gathering of talented scholars.

   There should be no turmoil in the secluded place, but after a few days ago a fast horse came from the south of the Yangtze River, dozens of disciples in Wudang Mountain could feel that Wang Chonglou's appointed next head was disturbed.

  During this period of time, Hong Xixiang no longer herded cattle and wandered aimlessly as usual, looking forward to things that he didn't even know what to expect.

  Ever since he saw the letter from Jiangnan, he sat cross-legged on the Golden Summit of Wudang every day, as if in a daze, as if hesitating.

  In the distance, the sea of ​​clouds is tossing and churning, gathering layers and layers outside the Seventy-two Peaks, like landslides and tsunamis, like floods raging to the sky.

  On this day, Wang Chonglou's heart jumped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked up at the ancient sword hanging under the eaves of Zhenwu Hall.

  Since Lu Zu became immortal, his saber has been hanging under the eaves for hundreds of years.

  And now, with a sword trembling like a dragon.

  The sea of ​​clouds surrounding Wudang Seventy-two Peaks suddenly boiled like seventy-two white dragons swimming towards the main peak.

Wang Chonglou's hand stroking his beard trembled slightly, and he accidentally pulled off a few beards. The pain from his chin made him overwhelmed, and saw the ancient sword go with the wind, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the golden dome , Wudang disciples flocked to the Jinding of the back mountain one after another, wanting to know what happened, but they couldn't help being dumbfounded when they saw the patriarch's sword swimming happily beside Hong Xixiang like an old friend reunited.

   "Hong Xixiang, who are you?! Why does Lu Zu's sword communicate with you!"

  Hong Xixiang closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, the confusion in his eyes turned into clarity.

  Hong Xixiang turned a deaf ear to the question from Taoist Mu Jian. He looked at Wang Chonglou, who was being supported by his disciples to the Golden Summit, and showed a subtle smile.

  Wang Chonglou was slightly taken aback when he heard the title 'Senior Brother', then looked at the fading aura in Hong Xixiang's eyes, and said with complicated regret: "Do you know that there is a possibility that you will never return after this trip?"

   "If so, then it will never return."

   Hong Xixiang in a simple Taoist robe smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to pat the dust, rode on a huge yellow crane, and looked towards the south of the Yangtze River.

  Jiangnan is good, preferably in red.

  Wudang was passed down from Lu Zu, but seeing the figure of Hong Xixiang riding away on a crane, Taoist Mu Jian and a group of Wudang disciples behind him all showed horror.

  Mu Jiandao lost his voice: "Lu Zu?!"

  Wang Chonglou shook his head, sighed softly, and said with regret: "He who woke up early is no longer Lu Zu, and it is impossible to be Lu Zu again."

  Mu Jiandao didn't know why, so he could only look at Wang Chonglou suspiciously.

  Wang Chonglou sighed and shook his head. With the support of a Taoist boy, he tremblingly walked down the mountain, "Five hundred years, five hundred years."

  Jiangnan, Yangcheng.

  Jiang Ni had long moved to live elsewhere in Yangcheng with Li Chungang and Grandpa Wei. The night before his departure, Xu Fengnian found her on purpose and asked about Cao Changqing.

  Jiang Ni always felt that something was wrong. Hearing that Xu Fengnian wanted to find Cao Changqing to let him protect himself, he immediately understood and said angrily, "You want to drive me away?"

"It's not like that." Xu Fengnian explained: "I've thought about it carefully. After all, disguise is not a change of appearance. Xu Xiao will do everything for Bei Liang. Your identity may be his bargaining chip. family, but there will definitely be Wang Family and Zhao Family in the future.”

   "So you are going to send me away?" Jiang Ni looked away, avoiding Xu Fengnian's sight.

  Xu Fengnian explained: "I'm worried about you."

   "Don't worry, I won't leave even if anyone comes." Jiang Ni said stubbornly.

  Xu Fengnian said unwillingly: "Why?"

   "Who knows what kind of person he is? Maybe he's just a lunatic who can kill." Jiang Ni said immediately.

  Xu Fengnian immediately retorted: "Cao Changqing is known as Cao Tsing Yi, wearing a Tsing Yi, elegant and coquettish, how could he be a lunatic?"

   "Then what if he charges for protecting me?" Jiang Ni hesitated a few times, his eyes wandering and said, "I'm so poor, I won't leave."

   "It's dangerous to stay by my side." Xu Fengnian said earnestly.

   "I'm not afraid~" Jiang Ni folded her arms and said, "I have a talisman."

   "Didn't you lend it to Senior Li?" Xu Fengnian retorted.

   "Then I won't leave either. Who knows what tricks you have." Jiang Ni noticed that Xu Fengnian had been staring at him, and was a little at a loss, "Even if I want to leave, I have to kill you first before I can leave at ease."

  Xu Fengnian saw Jiang Ni's duplicity, and his heart warmed, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

  Jiang Ni was stared at awkwardly by Xu Fengnian, so she turned her head and gave him a hard look.

  Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Okay, then don't go, no matter what Xu Xiao plans, I will protect you."

  Jiang Ni picked up the small bamboo tube hanging from her waist, patted it triumphantly and said, "I still don't know who will protect whom by then?"

Zhou Ji on the roof was lying on his back looking at the starry sky, with a faint smile on his lips, he turned his head to look at the flowerpot beside him, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you are also the Miss Si Teng who has made countless masters of Xuanmen frightened. , the little girl bought you with a few drops of dew?"

  The slender legs that are as white as jade are looming in the side seam of the hem of the cheongsam, and the long hair that is as smooth as a waterfall hangs gently with the night wind. Si Teng is sitting gracefully sideways on the roof ridge, with a charming figure and a dignified temperament.

  The faint scent of grass and trees lingered on the tip of the nose, with the itching of hair tips touching his cheeks, Si Teng slowly lowered his head to look at Zhou Ji, his black and white clear eyes reflected a dangerous light.

   "What about you? How can you say that you are also an immortal monk with a thousand years of cultivation. Is it because he looks a lot like your friend, or is it because you think of the girl named Ruoruo when you see him?

   Zhou~ji~xian~sheng~"

"Cough, cough, cough~~" Zhou Ji coughed a few times and sat up in a panic, looking at the flowerpot next to him, he couldn't help crying and said, "Could it be that I remembered wrongly? What I took in just now wasn't dew, but old vinegar? "

  The buds stretched out their vines, gathering the moonlight in the sky, and the buds raised their heads slightly, and swayed away, as if they had given him a blank look, and they were too lazy to care about this guy.

  After talking with Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian was about to return to Lu's house, but when he opened the door, he saw a half-figure emerging from the eaves of the front hall, leaped up to the eaves, and asked doubtfully, "Old Zhou? What are you doing here?"

   "Wait."

  Zhou Ji pointed to the deep night sky in the distance, and said with a smile: "Wait for someone who is rushing to Yangcheng."

In Jiangye's three hundred years of real dream, he personally witnessed the process of Haotian's awakening from Sangsang's body. That feeling of being out of place in the world gave Zhou Ji a sense of déjà vu.

Especially in the daytime, a kind of faint fairy air came from the west, Zhou Ji's perception was not enough to spread the consciousness thousands of miles away, but the premonition in his heart was already reminding that The origin of the wisp of immortal energy is Wudang Mountain, the flood washing elephant.

   "Stealing mysteries."

  Xu Fengnian stared wide-eyed against the high evening wind, but couldn't see anything except the slowly moving stratus clouds in the sky.

   After a while, Xu Fengnian flew off the roof cursing, rubbing his dry and red eyes.

  The literary gathering at Baoguo Temple started on the second day. Early the next morning, Li Chungang took Jiang Niyu, Youwei and the others to go first, while Xu Fengnian and Zhou Ji were waiting for Xu Zhihu at Lu's house.

  Let’s say goodbye to this line, we don’t know when we will see you again.

  Xu Zhihu changed into bright red clothes on purpose.

   This is her favorite set of clothes, but unfortunately, she has never been able to wear it since she married in Jiangnan.

   Now that Xu Fengnian is leaving, she wants Xu Fengnian to remember her best before she leaves.

  However, when she finished her makeup, put on her Bu Yao and colorful hairpins, and walked in a bright red dress, Xu Fengnian looked up at the sky, frowned and said, "Why are you wearing so little?"

"I don't feel cold today." Xu Zhihu's eyes showed soft light, and he showed a slight smile. When he saw Xu Fengnian calling the fat butler who passed by the courtyard to talk about something, he turned to look at Zhou Ji next to him, and said softly, "Actually, see Feng Nian again. I am very happy in 2019, and I am relieved to know that he is willing to take over Beiliang, all thanks to the young master."

During the chat, Xu Zhihu talked about his body, raised his eyes to look at Xu Fengnian in the courtyard, and said softly: "I just hope that I can have the opportunity to see Fengnian become the master of Beiliang with my own eyes, so I really have no regrets." .”

  Zhou Ji looked towards the sky, felt that ray of fairy spirit was getting closer and closer, the aura in his eyes danced, and said with a smile: "Besides that, there should be another regret, right?"

  Xu Zhihu showed a puzzled expression.

  Zhou Ji smiled, but didn't explain anything.

After a while, the fat housekeeper came with Lu Baijie from the long corridor, and Xu Fengnian asked the teacher face-to-face to accuse Lu's family of depriving Xu Zhihu of the monthly money in Xu Zhihu's courtyard, and even the servants in the mansion humiliated and made things difficult for Xu Zhihu Things come to the fore.

   Seeing someone supporting her, Er Qiao took the opportunity to file a complaint.

  Lu Baijie's face suddenly turned ugly, and he ordered the fat housekeeper to investigate and deal with it immediately, expelled Wang Momo from the mansion, and apologized to Xu Zhihu and Xu Fengnian.

  Seeing that it was getting late, thinking that Jiang Ni and the others had already set off first, Xu Fengnian didn't delay at Lu's house any longer, and bid farewell to Lu Baijie and left.

  Nowadays, peonies are in flowering season. Inside Baoguo Temple, two kinds of tribute peonies, Yao, Huang, Wei, and Zi, compete for beauty.

  By the time Zhou Ji and the others arrived, there were already many gifted scholars and beauties who had come outside the temple ahead of time to enjoy the flowers and talk freely about today's literary poetry meeting.

Jiang Ni, Yu Youwei and Grandpa Wei, the blue bird who accompanied them, were already waiting on the side of the road. After everyone gathered, they walked towards the temple together. Zhou Ji looked at the young men and women walking around and said with a smile: "There are quite a lot of people? "

  Xu Zhihu explained: "It's the same in the usual literary gatherings. It's an elegant thing to talk in the temple. At most, you can bring some maids and maids. The rest of the servants are waiting here, thinking that a wall can separate the fireworks in the world."

   "Most of the so-called literary circles have this problem." Xu Fengnian showed disdain, and said, "Let's go in."

   "Wait a minute." Zhou Ji paused, looked Jiang Ni and Yu Youwei up and down, and said, "Where's your veil?"

  Jiang Ni and Yu Youwei looked at each other, Jiang Ni said: "There are so many people here, people from the Lu family don't participate in the debate, do we still need to wear veils?"

   "It's always right to be careful."

  Xu Fengnian nodded in agreement, seeing the two wearing a layer of almost transparent tulle, Zhou Ji raised his forehead and said: "Forget it, you should go into the carriage."

  Jiang Ni became anxious when she heard this, and stepped back half a step, "You all went to the temple to play, I don't want to be bored in the carriage and go to jail!"

   "That's right, I don't want to either." Yu Youwei nodded beside her.

   "What are you thinking?" Zhou Ji laughed dumbly, and gave them a glance, "I mean let Si Teng help you touch up your makeup, so you can be prepared."

  Jiang Ni felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. The young fish Wei who was hiding beside her turned pale and her hands and feet were stiff as if she suddenly remembered something terrifying.

As the curtains were lowered, the carriage parked on the side of the road creaked and shook. From time to time, something surged violently on the fabric hanging on the door and window. Er Qiao covered his eyes, but couldn't help peeking through his fingers. Every time there was a strange sound, she couldn't help but tremble, and her heart skipped a beat.

After a while, the violently surging car curtain finally calmed down. A nearly unfamiliar girl jumped out of the carriage holding a flower pot and returned Si Teng to Zhou Ji. Xu Zhihu, Er Qiao and the others looked at the voice and Ginger Ni resembles a little girl, except for the gaze when the four eyes meet, there is almost no resemblance.

  After a long time since there was any movement in the carriage, Jiang Ni raised the curtain and helped the young fish, who looked loveless, down.

  It wasn't until the white cat that Qingniao took care of temporarily was returned to Yuyouwei's arms that she dragged back her consciousness that had emptied into nowhere.

"It's safe in this way." Zhou Ji looked at the two and nodded in satisfaction, and noticed that Yu Youwei's eyes were still empty, and couldn't help laughing: "After all, makeup is not plastic surgery. It is impossible to ask my wife to help you every time." You guys, I will write down the recipes of these things to you later, and you can prepare them yourself if you want."

  Hearing this, Yuyouwei's dilated pupils closed instantly, shining brightly. Even the white cat in her arms couldn't bear her excitement, so she jumped down and ran back to the blue bird's arms.

   "What you say is what you say!" It wasn't just her, all the girls here had eyes shining, Jiang Ni stepped forward two steps, and confirmed.

  Zhou Ji led the crowd at the forefront, enjoying the pride of being admired by everyone, and raised his head: "I have always treated people with sincerity, and I promised to do it naturally."

   "I wish Miss Young Master good fortune like the sea~Long life and a hundred years~~"

  On the bluestone path outside the gate of the temple, a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old was wearing a coarse cloth shirt that was washed to a certain extent and was saying auspicious words to the young girl in front, but was driven away by the girl with a wave of her sleeves like a plague god.

  The little girl may have been used to this kind of encounter for a long time, and she didn't feel frustrated. Seeing Zhou Ji and the others, she hurried over, showing a sweet and flattering smile, and weakly stretched out her little hand.

   (Thank you for the 100 coin reward from 'You have so many friends'.)

  (end of this chapter)