The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 87, Wind Flower Snow Moon

When he came to this ancient street, Li Wei's first feeling was withering.

Generally, for economic benefits, this kind of street will be designated as a scenic spot by the local area.

However, the scenic spot also has a lifespan. It cannot always attract people to come here, and it will gradually decline, be abandoned, and be rebuilt.

The nearly 200-year-old street has gradually been transformed into a pedestrian area.

The story is a long, long time ago.

It has been so long that, except for some locals, not many people remember this ancient event.

Li Wei wandered in this withered neighborhood, except for the old people who left memories here, few people wandered here.

At this time, Li Wei followed the trail and came under a big tree.

This big locust tree also looks very old, older than this block, maybe this old locust tree carries the most life in this block.

Witness the past, witness the present, and perhaps witness the future.

At this time, under the shade of the locust tree, Li Wei saw a young man who was out of place. The man was handsome, fair-skinned, dressed in a long robe, and had braids that did not fit this era.

Sitting under the stone chair of the locust tree, he seemed to be looking into the distance. In front of him, there was a beautiful guqin.

Scholars are romantic, nothing more than that.

Li Wei looked at the young man who was watching, and sat down in front of his piano without any explanation.

"Mr. is so elegant, playing the piano under the tree." Li Wei smiled slightly.

The young man raised his head and looked at Li Wei with a slightly surprised expression, but he also said with a smile: "It's nothing more than a juggling art, the Daoist laughed."

"Pindao came here to inquire about something."

"What's the matter?" The young man said with a faint smile, "I've been here for many years, and there are some things that I know and don't know, and they're all here."

"The poor Taoist came to inquire about Qingyuelou here, Liu Menglin, the most beautiful oiran here back then. What happened to her back then."

The young man's expression was startled, his eyes were deep, as if the name touched the depths of his mind.

"Qingyuelou, Liu Menglin? Daoist, do you want to hear a story or the past?"

"Pindao wants to hear about the past."

"When people come here, even if they know Qingyuelou and Liu Menglin, they only want to hear her story, not her past." The young man said with emotion.

"For others, is there a difference between the story and the past?"

"There is a difference."

The young man stared into the distance with deep eyes, and said slightly sadly.

"A story is a story, only joy, anger, sorrow, and joy."

"In the past, there were ups and downs."

In this land of Humen, there is a place that is the most romantic.

It is this Surabaya street, which is said to be a building of fireworks, but it mainly discusses music techniques, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and it is an elegant place.

Occasionally, some romantic affairs can be heard, which is also a good story.

Silk and satin, poetry and songs, that scholar is romantic, that beautiful woman and oiran.

Among them, the most beautiful oiran is none other than Liu Menglin.

There are beauties in the south, who write poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, the most wonderful of which is the singing voice, and even the high-ranking officials in the capital will come to this Qingyue Tower to book an elegant seat when they go south to listen to the wonderful opera. Man's voice.

She is a well-deserved oiran, and countless people flock to her, and she is also the white moonlight in countless people's hearts.

But in her heart, there is also a Bai Yueguang, who is a commoner scholar. At that time, they met because of the music, and became attached to each other because of the piano.

Come and sing, I'll play the piano.

He said that if he wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam, and if he had achieved fame, he would be able to redeem her and protect her.

For this reason, she guarded herself like a jade, waiting for the scholar to come back.

However, after years of waiting, the scholar did not wait, but did.

smoke.

This thing that has been popular in other places, but has never invaded the streets of Surabaya, here he comes.

The opium has invaded the romantic and poetic Surabaya streets, making this place where the fireworks are romantic, a place where opium is dumped.

Drugs from exotic lands have occupied this street, and the place where fireworks are popular has gradually been changed into smoke halls-after all, which shopkeeper will refuse the more profitable opium?
In the end, Qingyue Tower is the only one that still retains elegance and literature.

It's a pity that Qingyuelou's business is getting worse and worse. The romantic scholars went to the smoking hall. Those romantic scholars in those days also became smokers who lingered in the smoking hall. Fighting piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but immersed in the illusory world brought by the black potion, sinking in self-care.

One day, a nobleman who was quite famous in Qingyue Tower back then.

Back then, the scholar who excelled at both piano and zither, the scholar who left many romantic stories in Qingyue Tower, he was in front of Qingyue Tower with a thin and downcast face.

'Give me some money, give me some cigarettes! '

'I'm going to the sky, I'm going to the sky hahaha! '

"Liu Menglin, brother, I'm coming hahahahaha."

The man who just came out of the smokehouse broke into Qingyue Tower and made a big fuss, and then he entered Liu Menglin's boudoir. A down and out man who lost all face in the end.

After he forced his way in, no one knew what happened.

All I know is that later, Qingyue Tower was set on fire, and the white silk and satin turned into strings of red gold fireballs.

The fire burned out the life inside, and there is no more Qingyue Tower here.

"If Liu Menglin can wait another year, the man will come back, come back with his promise, and tell her." The young man pointed to the beach on the other side with a slight sadness and said: "From here, you can see the man. What Jiaguo did is a pity, a pity, after all, she didn't wait until that time."

"The scholar did not disappoint Liu Menglin, he just used other methods to protect his country and homeland."

"On the way to Beijing to rush for the exam, he saw many things, and the opium was one of them. In that year, the opium had spread in China. He gradually realized that the pen could not save the people. He met the lifelong Bole changed him and became the object of his lifelong loyalty. He also personally ignited the fire on Humen Beach for him."

The young man turned to look at Li Wei and said.

"His name is Lin Zhexu."

(End of this chapter)