Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 100 Farewell
Three days later, Anping City, another fair, opened as usual.

but……

"Why hasn't Mr. Su come back?"

"That's right, how long has it been?"

"Is something wrong?"

"The book is reaching its wonderful point, but he has disappeared."

"Now if I don't listen to the book for a day, my bones will itch all over my body."

"I heard that I went to Jinxia Lake, where I am swimming in the lake to collect scenery!"

"Jinxia Lake, is that the Jinxia Lake that made a big commotion a few days ago?"

There was still a long queue in front of the theatrical troupe, and everyone was discussing, the focus was on Su Wen and Jinxia Lake.

Needless to say about the former, Su Wen has been missing for less than half a month, and he still hasn't returned to make up the follow-up of the Legend of the White Snake.

As for the latter, it is the focus of attention recently. The turmoil caused by Jinxia Lake is too great, and the distance of a hundred and twenty miles is nothing at all.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, which made the troupe with a long queue even more enthusiastic.

Outside the theatrical troupe, on Zhongjie Street, the two looked from a distance, watching the bustling scene, and their words were filled with emotion.

"I didn't expect this Mr. Li Da from Jinjianmen to love quyi so much, it's because of our incompetent artists."

Mei Fangting smiled wryly: "Although miscellaneous commissions have been waived, business is still getting more and more difficult every day."

Meng Shi's expression remained unchanged: "Didn't Mr. Li Da give money subsidies to let other troupes move around?"

"That's a good thing to say."

Mei Fangting shook his head: "But after all, it's hard to leave my homeland. I've sung in Anping for more than ten years. How can I be willing to leave? Isn't your bookstore also closed?"

Meng Shi smiled and asked: "Jinjianmen has a silver subsidy, plus those old customers, this business will not be impossible?"

"Of course not."

Mei Fangting smiled wryly and said, "But seeing other people's theatrical troupe queuing up, it's so prosperous, and my own theater is scattered, with only a few people, it's inevitable... well, I don't have the energy to go on stage."

"I'm afraid you are old and unable to do what you want."

Meng Shi smiled and said, "I'm different, it's still the same as usual."

"You can see it!"

Mei Fangting glanced at him: "He has dug away your pillar."

"..."

These words made Meng Shi fall silent suddenly, and stood there without saying a word for a long time.

"Look at my mouth, which pot is not open and which pot to lift!"

Seeing this, Mei Fangting quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that, are you going to start today?"

Meng Shi smiled and nodded: "Yes, my kid is on stage today, you come to cheer and give advice?"

"Alright."

Mei Fangting said with a smile: "It depends on how much he has got your true biography!"

……

Outside Anping City, under Baiyun Mountain.

This mountain was not originally called Baiyun Mountain, but because the Baiyun Temple established a branch of inheritance here, it was renamed to Baiyun Mountain.

At the foot of Baiyun Mountain, on the bluestone steps, Su Wen held an umbrella in one hand and wine in the other, and walked slowly until he came to Guanmen.

In front of Guanmen, there is a bluestone. On the bluestone, there is a person lying on his side, sloppy and unkempt. Who is Taoist priest Zhang Zhou?

Taoist Zhang Zhou was lying on the big bluestone, and seeing Su Wen coming with an umbrella and wine, he couldn't help getting up and asking: "I said, it's neither rain nor wind, and the sun is not poisonous, you What are you doing with an umbrella?"

Su Wen said with a smile: "There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings every day. Just in case, prepare for the unexpected."

"..."

Taoist Zhang Zhou scratched his head and didn't know what to say to him, so he could only put aside the topic: "The guest room has been arranged, you can stay here at ease, and after a while, go out when the wind and sea are calm. There is still trouble in Anping."

"Oh?"

Surprised, Su Wen stepped forward and handed the wine jar to Taoist Zhang Zhou: "Then the Jinxia Lake business is not over yet?"

"The Jinxia Lake matter is over, but the Anping matter is not over."

Taoist priest Zhang Zhou took the wine jar, and he was not polite, and poured it out of his mouth: "Didn't you see that little bastard Song is still there? He doesn't do much in the city, right?"

Su Wen shook his head: "Not yet."

"It's fine if you don't."

Taoist Zhang Zhou burped: "This little bastard is a lawless bastard. He was sent to Jinyang Mansion because he caused a catastrophe in Yunzhou Mansion and made people very angry. Jinyang Mansion is also a scourge, but don't worry, this brat has a poisonous heart, but his mind is not bad. He knows who he can't provoke, and he will still give me the face of Baiyun Temple. As long as you stay honest with me, he will There's nothing you can do about it."

Su Wen nodded: "Thank you, Taoist priest, for your care!"

"I can take care of you for a while, but I can't take care of you forever!"

Taoist Zhang Zhou shook his head: "So there are some things that can be broken if you can, and you can avoid it if you can, otherwise I can't do anything."

Su Wen smiled and said: "I understand, why don't you come to the mountain to live with you, Taoist?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou looked at him: "Do you really understand?"

Su Wen smiled and said, "I really understand!"

"is it?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou glanced at him: "Then please go and clarify with the person behind."

"Ok?"

Su Wen turned around, and saw a person behind him, dressed in white over snow, covering his face with a light veil, standing on the blue stone steps, like a person in a painting scroll, with Taoist charm and Buddha nature, floating out of the dust.

Dream Sanskrit!
She was the only one, not seeing Zi Yan.

Taoist Zhang Zhou stopped talking.

Su Wen was also silent, but in the end he still stepped in front of her: "Miss Meng, we meet again!"

"Young Master Su."

Under the veil of Meng Fanyin, I don't know what kind of expression it is, but I saw a pair of eyes that are as calm as water, without waves or ripples. He saluted Su Wen and took out an umbrella: "Return it to its original owner!"

Su Wen looked at the umbrella in her hand, but didn't reach out to pick it up immediately: "That's why the girl came here?"

"One more thing."

Meng Fanyin shook her head: "Poor nun...Fanyin is going back, so I came here to bid farewell to you. In addition, please be careful of my sister. She has a mental illness and a weird temperament. You must not have close friends with her. See you." Avoid it, remember it!"

Su Wen looked at Meng Fanyin, then reached out and took the oil-paper umbrella.

"Farewell!"

Meng Fanyin nodded, turned around and left without hesitation.

"Girl wait."

"..."

Su Wen called out to stop.

Meng Fanyin's body paused, her footsteps stopped, and she stood still for a long time before turning around: "What else is there for you, my lord?"

Su Wen smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to give the girl a word as a parting gift."

"..."

Meng Fanyin was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Sir, please tell me."

Su Wen said with a smile: "Everything depends on man's intention, and the environment is created by the heart!"

"..."

Meng Fanyin looked at Su Wen, his eyes were changing, he didn't say anything for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "Thank you for your guidance, Young Master, Fanyin will keep it in mind..."

"gentlemen!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a person rushing from the bottom of the mountain, and before the door closed after a few Zong Yue, he turned out to be a handsome young man in blue shirt with a sword in his hand.

"Ok?"

Su Wen's eyes were fixed, and he didn't care about Meng Fanyin in front of him and Taoist Zhang Zhou behind him, and walked towards the blue-shirted youth.

"gentlemen!"

The young man in blue shirt rushed to Su Wen, ignoring the exhaustion of light work, and whispered in his ear repeatedly.

"what!"

Su Wen's expression changed, he looked at Zhan Zhao: "Really?"

"Exactly!"

"go!"

Hearing this, Su Wen couldn't care about anything else, and rushed down the mountain without saying a word.

"Boy Su!"

Taoist Zhang Zhou at the rear also sensed that something was wrong, so he hurriedly got up and chased after Su Wen.

In the end, Meng Fanyin was the only one left in front of the gate of Baiyun Temple, staring at the oiled paper umbrella that had fallen and left on the bluestone steps, in a daze...

(End of this chapter)