Journey To the World of Film and Television

The boss put the noodle soup into the pot, had already started to clean the stove, and was about to close. When he noticed that there was another guest coming in, he wiped the handle on his apron, and greeted him with a simple and honest smile.

"Guest officers, I'm really sorry, the shop only has some noodles in clear soup, look."

"Then trouble the boss to bring four bowls of noodles in clear soup."

Zhou Ji smiled slightly, and led Si Teng, Song Yinzhang and the others to an empty table and sat down. The boss responded and went back to the stove to be busy. The guests at the table next to the stove yawned and glanced at the woman in the corner from time to time.

"Hey~Old Chen, where did this little lady come from? Does she look unfamiliar?" The regular customer whispered while the boss was bringing the noodles.

"Master Liu was joking." Lao Chen took off the rag and wiped the table, put down the noodles, and said with a naive smile, "That girl is a regular customer, and she often comes to eat noodles with me. Master Liu usually comes during the day, so it's normal if I don't meet her." .”

"Hey, let me just say it~" Master Liu looked proud, pointed at the Pipa girl with his chopsticks, and said mysteriously: "From the moment she entered the door, I have been wondering what is wrong. A woman dressed like this in the middle of the night , looks very coquettish, but can't help but be an Israeli servant's knock on the door~"

Shut the door?

The night was dark, and there were only a few tables of customers in the noodle restaurant, so it was extraordinarily quiet.

Song Yinzhang overheard the words of that 'Master Liu', and understood the meaning of 'Iser serves others' but did not understand the meaning of 'press the door'.

After these days of getting along, Zhou Ji found that Song Yinzhang had been under the protection of Zhao Pan'er, living in a humble family, but in these respects he was pure like a flower in a greenhouse, a child who didn't grow up.

"Master Liu, don't say that. A woman's family, if there is another way, who is willing to serve others in Israel."

Lao Chen couldn't help but retort, which caused Master Liu to be unhappy for a while.

Yes, who is born willing to serve others with color?

Song Yinzhang couldn't help but tremble when he heard what Old Chen said.

If there were some other way back then, how could she disobey Miss Pan'er and give up all her savings to elope with Zhou She?

Sister Pan'er told her a lot about the benefits of happy prostitutes that day, what is the salary paid by Le Ying, who wears gold and silver, and what is rewarded by princes and nobles, and there are maids to serve her. In short, all kinds of comfort, persuade her Don't be in a hurry to get out.

Although Song Yinzhang has always listened to Sister Pan'er's words, and even gave all her savings to Sister Pan'er, in her heart at least at this moment, the pure white paper still has not given up the idea of ​​leaving the lowly family and becoming a good woman.

Song Yinzhang turned to look at the woman sitting in the corner. If it was ten years... no, five years ago, the pipa girl must have been a celestial beauty who was sought after by princes and nobles.

It's a pity that the appearance is easy to grow old, and the youth is fleeting.

Even with the same demeanor of the past, it can't hide the wrinkles on the corners of the brows and the downcast look.

Seeing each other, Song Yinzhang seemed to see himself ten years later.

Zhou Ji glanced at Song Yinzhang, who was deep in thought, and sighed softly in his heart. On the other side, Lao Chen also returned to the stove and picked up a bowl of clear soup, facing the pipa girl sitting in the corner, and said softly, "Girl, your face. "

Pipa girl tasted the noodle soup, and said softly: "A handful of fine noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of water, five qian lard, a spoonful of soy sauce, and two crispy green vegetables."

Lao Chen clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Exactly."

"But why can't I make such a taste?" Pipa Girl asked doubtfully.

Old Chen smiled proudly and said, "I use the soy sauce from our shop."

"So you have a secret recipe?" Pipa girl asked in surprise.

"It's not a secret method." Old Chen waved his hand and said with a smile, "How about this, girl, after eating a bowl of noodles, I'll bring you a bottle of soy sauce from my shop."

"Thank you very much." The pipa girl bowed her head towards Old Chen, raised her eyes and said, "A lady who plays the qin is dressed in the dust and has nothing. Shall I play the pipa for you? Let me express my gratitude."

"Hey, girl, that can't be done, that can't be done~" Old Chen quickly refused, "Your pipa is played for noble people who know music and rhythm, how can you play it for us traffickers?"

Wanqin shook her head slightly, picked up the pipa on the table, and said softly: "Everyone is a hard-working person struggling to survive in the world, and actors, singers and prostitutes make a low-level livelihood, who can dislike anyone?"

Song Yinzhang took the noodles in clear soup brought by Lao Chen, and looked at Fuqin who was sitting in the corner tuning the strings with a complicated expression.

In the past, she regarded herself as noble, and was praised by everyone as the "No. 1 pipa player in the south of the Yangtze River". As Lao Chen said, she felt that the pipa should be played to high-ranking officials and dignitaries who know music and temperament. Peony, self-defeating status.

But listening to the harp playing the pipa in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, Song Yinzhang's mood was a little shaken, and a gap quietly appeared, allowing her to feel the atmosphere outside the greenhouse through this gap. reality.

Song Yinzhang ate this meal tastelessly, until he checked into the inn, he was still thinking about all kinds of things that happened these days.

On the other side, Xiuzhou, a secret station of the Imperial City Division.

Gu Qianfan executed his brother Wan Qi who betrayed him, took over the Xiuzhou Imperial City Department, and was finally able to return to Beijing in a fair and honest manner.

In the blink of an eye, a few days later, the carriage was still speeding along the official road, and the morning sun shone from the window, occasionally swaying over the cheeks of Song Yinzhang who was lying asleep on the long seat in the carriage.

With a slight bump, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, Song Yinzhang tried to open his eyes, but was dazzled by the direct sunlight, raised the back of his hand and put it on his forehead, sat up in confusion, and a thick long gown was draped over his shoulders. slip down.

"here it is?"

Song Yinzhang rubbed his eyes, even though he was awake, he still looked around in confusion, his eyes fell on Si Teng who was leaning on Zhou Ji's shoulder and fell asleep, but Zhou Ji stretched out his index finger towards her, making a silent gesture.

The consciousness of emptiness gradually returned, Song Yinzhang glanced at the scenery outside the window galloping back, and finally came to his senses.

Song Yinzhang quickly gave Zhou Ji an apologetic look, Zhou Ji smiled faintly, and nodded imperceptibly, expressing that he didn't care.

Looking sideways at Si Teng, who was sleeping peacefully, she was no longer as 'alienated' and 'cold' as she had seen during the day. Her shoulders were scattered in front of her body, half of her face was covered by her hair, and a hint of pink was faintly visible on her thin, creamy skin, like a small white flower quietly blooming in a deep mountain valley. It was soft and lovable.

Zhou Ji's eyes showed soft light, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently. He stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of hair that had slipped from the tip of Si Teng's nose, his eyes slowly opened like a pool of autumn water, and the morning wind rolled up the car curtain, Zhou Ji is with the sun.

In the distance, a majestic city loomed, and it was nearly January, the third day before Guyu, Zhou Ji and the others finally arrived in Tokyo City.

As the saying goes, Wangshan ran dead horses, everyone had breakfast, washed up a little, and continued to move forward in a carriage. They walked for nearly an hour before arriving in front of Xuanhua Gate.

Yinping leaned out of the window and looked around curiously, but was pulled back into the carriage by Song Yinzhang. The carriage passed through the moat and three city gates in sequence, and drove towards the city of Tokyo.

Song Yinzhang did not lie on the window like Yinping did because of his reserve, looking around.

But even if she can see through the gaps in the curtains raised by the silver screen, no matter the tall city gates, willows along the river, or vermilion houses with whitewashed walls all the way, she is already dizzy.

And the wide streets in the inner city, the bustling bazaar and the ladies coming and going, shocked them even more.

"This is the capital? It's really big." Yin Ping's eyes widened, already dazzled by the prosperity of the capital.

Song Yinzhang's eyes were also a little blurred, and he murmured with the last bit of sobriety, "It will be Gu Yu in a few days, and I don't know where Sister Pan'er and the others are, and whether there is any danger along the way."

"Miss Yinzhang, don't worry. With Xiaokui here, Miss Pan'er won't be in any danger." Zhou Ji helped Si Teng hold up the curtain on the other side. It is dangerous, and it should be those who have evil intentions."

"Is Miss Xiaokui so powerful?"

Song Yinzhang had heard Zhao Pan'er talk about Hongkui's handling of those private salt dealers a long time ago, but he didn't see it with his own eyes, so he was a little skeptical after all.

Zhou Ji said with a gloomy expression, "If you don't move your cards, Si Teng and I are no match for her."

Si Teng's cold eyes had a dangerous gleam, and he glanced at Zhou Ji, but for some reason he didn't have an attack.

Turning his head to look at the street view of the capital outside the window, Si Teng was silent for a moment, and wrote lightly: "Mr. Zhou Ji's saying that makes me sick, I just added a bonus, how can it be compared with the two of you."

No, queen vine seems to be really angry

Originally, Zhou Ji just wanted to make Si Teng angry on purpose as usual, to see how her self-cultivation was breaking her hair, but seeing Si Teng's reaction like this, she couldn't help panicking.

It's not scary to be angry, what's scary is the cold violence hidden under the calm expression.

Zhou Ji stretched out his fingers and lightly touched Si Teng's shoulder, and whispered, "Are you angry?"

"No." Si Teng shook his head, leaning his elbows on the car window, facing the breeze without looking back, "I just feel that I am getting farther and farther away from you, and I can't help you any more."

In fact, as early as in the world of Jade Immortals, Si Teng had felt this way.

That's why she chose to return to the square formation to practice, to improve her cultivation as much as possible, at least not to become a vase or even a burden.

In particular, the appearance of Hongkui eroded her confidence and calmness that had never wavered, and aroused her thoughts even more.

After all, she is not as strong as Hongkui. Even if Zhou Ji does not use the square map and Zhu Xian's four swords, it will be difficult for him to deal with Hou Yi's bow that can kill the Golden Crow.

Yinping was still yelling at all kinds of novelty objects on the street heartlessly, but Song Yinzhang felt that the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became dull, and hid in the corner silently like a frightened little quail.

Zhou Ji was able to appease Si Teng with "You are my fate" last time, but he drank too much chicken soup, even if he sincerely could not bridge the gap in strength.

The carriage stopped, and the driver knocked on Chebang, telling Zhou Ji that he had arrived at the Sanyuan Inn introduced on the way.

The Sanyuan Inn is quite large in scale. It built its own restaurant in the front, and led the Yudai River in the capital into the back garden.

Along the way, pavilions, terraces and pavilions, ponds and waterside pavilions, winding paths and long corridors lead to secluded places, just like a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle.

The theory of 'Three Elements' is a kind of Taoist doctrine, and Zhou Ji chose to stay in this inn for this reason.

According to the guy who led the way, this inn was owned by Lin Lingsu, the godly person who was respected by the officials. As for why the characters of Song Huizong appeared in Zhenzong's period, Zhou Ji was also a little unclear.

But if the two are really the same person.

For Zhou Ji, it is possible to make friends.

After all, this Daoist Master Shenxiao is an out-and-out Taoist (mad) believer. He proposed to change Buddhist temples into temples, Sakyamunis into gods, bodhisattvas into masters, and arhats into gods with the "debate between Yi and Xia". Your lord, the monks are moral scholars, they all leave their hair crowned and hold the slips, and directly use the Tao to destroy the Buddha, and their behavior is comparable to the three great immortals of Huli, Yangli and Luli in the Chechi Kingdom of the Westward Journey.

When Zhou Ji came to this world, he had sensed it with his divine sense, and there was no power of gods and ghosts in this world.

Zhou Ji has experienced modern thought and cultural education since he was a child. He has always disliked the distinction between people and privileges. But he also knows that in such an ancient world where aristocratic families and imperial power coexist, if there is no transcendent status to rely on.

No matter what you do, you will always attract some inexplicable people, and attract ridiculous troubles.

Sending Song Yinzhang back to the room, Zhou Ji returned to his wing room, and Si Teng sat on the window sill reading a book all day long, but Zhou Ji felt the shake in her heart from her intermittent page turning.

Zhou Ji waved his sleeves and opened a barrier, covering the entire room. Si Teng sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power, recovered from his contemplation, and looked beside him with clear eyes with a hint of doubt.

Zhou Ji took advantage of the situation and sat opposite her, with his palms bluffed, and a square formation lighted up from the palm of his hand, spreading between the two of them.

Two finger-thick golden dragons drilled out of the flat layer, like a dragon going out to sea, soaring upwards, until it hit the barrier under Zhou Ji, and then issued two dragon chants, turning around around Zhou Ji.

"What's this?"

Si Teng frowned slightly, feeling that the two dragons were not alive.

"Golden Jiao scissors." Zhou Ji's voice fell, and the two dragons closed together, turning into a strange pair of scissors that lost their aura.

Zhou Ji rubbed his nose and said, "For so many years, I don't seem to have given you any gift. This is the innate spirit treasure golden scissors I found in the last world. I planned to give it to you after repairing it."

Si Teng glanced at the dull and simple scissors, raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ji, and Rou Yi, who was retracted into his cuffs, gently stroked the dilapidated wooden signboard that he carried with him, Zhou Ji's concern, Look nervous.

"Fool~~"

(The previous paragraph is from the fourteenth episode of the second part of "Soul Ferry". The content has been slightly modified, but the overall meaning has not changed. It is mainly used to compare with the "Menghualu" section of "Traffic and Pawns Are Not Worthy". A cheap Official prostitutes look down on traffickers and pawns, they are all hard-working people, who looks down on whom?)