"You can't even imagine this?"

At this time, Ge Baozhizhu was holding it and slowly analyzed: "We two have been recognized by the Yu family, so we are ready to join forces and perform a scene for Yu Yan. But suddenly, an unknown Taoist priest from Laoshan appeared. If it were you, what would it be?"

"I understand." Qi Xiang suddenly realized: "So the evening banquet should be a good thing for us, but for that Master Liu, it was the Hongmen Banquet."

"That's right." Ge Baoshen agreed and sneered: "It's also the best time to take revenge."

"Okay, we'll go to the banquet together that night." Qi Xiang immediately made a choice. After all, with the help of the Yu family. Especially Yu Zhong, if he also took action, this matter would be absolutely complete and there was no risk at all.

"Okay." Ge Bao nodded, sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing, and slowly recuperated.

Qi Xiang was taking care of her. When Ge Bao was almost recovering, she asked, "By the way, let's talk about it. How could he be sure that what he saw must be the Dragon Girl?"

"I don't know." Ge Bao shook his head, and was also confused: "He said it was a dragon girl, could it be wrong? Besides, everyone is more concerned about whether he got sick or whether he encountered something unclean, so he didn't have the heart to care about other things..."

"That's right." Qi Xiang expressed understanding.

"Why are you asking this?" Ge Bao was also a little surprised: "Did you think of something?"

"Nothing." Qi Xiang said casually: "I just think, how can he be sure that it is Dragon Girl, not others? For example, Su Xiaoxiao or something."

Su Xiaoxiao, a famous genius from the Southern and Northern Dynasties, loved to travel by car while he was the one who happened to meet a noble young master on the way. The two fell in love at first sight. However, the noble young master's family disagreed and broke them up.

Afterwards, Su Xiaoxiao was trapped by love. She died of depression and was buried on the bank of Xiling Bridge, leaving behind many beautiful legends.

According to folk legend, after Su Xiaoxiao's death, her soul never dissipated and often appeared in the flowers jungle. Many literati and scholars saw it and left behind chapters that were remembered forever.

So Ge Bao understood in seconds and curled his lips, "What Su Xiaoxiao, you might as well just say it's a ghost."

"Ghosts, it's unrealistic." Qi Xiang smiled and said, "If it were in ancient times, with the beautiful scenery of West Lake, then it would be normal for some flower elves and monsters to brew."

"The problem is that now is the Dharma-Ending Age." Ge Bao said calmly: "West Lake has been vigorously developed and has a very popular popularity. No matter what kind of flower spirit or ghost it is, it cannot hold on."

"Yeah." Qi Xiang agreed, just like flowers, plants and trees, they need nutrients to nourish them, flower spirits, ghosts, etc., and they also need the cultivation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

On the other hand, if the flower spirit ghosts have no birth of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it is like a fish leaving the water. If a person does not have oxygen to breathe, sooner or later he will be wiped out.

Given the current development level of West Lake, it is pollution and where is there any spiritual energy? Although the efforts to control the environment have been increased, it is definitely a world of difference compared to thousands of years ago.

Anyway, during the few days Qi Xiang lived here, he only saw the messy and mixed air of the world. At most, he could see some traces of his anger at night. As for spiritual energy, don’t count on it.

In such a "desert" environment, it is already good to grow plants and trees. Don't expect any monsters.

"If it weren't for the elves and ghosts, then what would it be?" Qi Xiang thought, "Or, all this is really just his imagination and fabrication?"

"Who knows?" Ge Baoyou said, "Everyone has his own secret. He doesn't want to tell everyone, can we ask if we can ask?"

"*Secret..." Qi Xiang pondered: "What do you mean is that Yu Yan has always reserved something and has not told the truth?"

"How could I know?" Ge Bao lay down and closed his eyes and said, "I won't say anything anymore. I want to go to bed. You can wake me up tonight."

"...I understand." Qi Xiang smiled, walked out, and closed the door.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening. The two walked out of the temple gate and saw a luxury car parked outside and ordered to pick them up and drop them off to Yu's house.

The car was light and after picking up the two of them, he slowly walked down the road outside the city to the hills in the suburbs.

Between the rolling hills, villas are distributed in an orderly manner. This is the gathering place for the wealthy and powerful people in Hangzhou, and the so-called upper-class community.

Before the car approaches the foot of the mountain, it must pass the inspection of layers of checkpoints. Only after ensuring that everything is normal and there is no danger at all, pass through. Only after passing the foot of the mountain can the car be unobstructed and slowly arrive at the manor of one of the hills from the winding and curved sections of the mountains.

The manor is a perfect garden style, with rockery flowing water, lush bamboo forest building, corridor brackets, house eaves, and all the inside and out are full of Oriental garden scenery.

The car stopped and the two walked down. Before they stood firm, a hearty laughter came: "Go to welcome the door, welcome."

"Mr. Fish."

Qi Xiang turned around and saw Yu Zhong standing aside, greeting the guests with a smile.

"Senior, you are too polite."

Ge Bao hurriedly bowed and said, "How can you please welcome me with me?"

"I'll take a look..."

Yu Zhong smiled lightly and said, "It's not just to see you."

"clear."

The two of them understood it with a smile in their eyes. They knew that the Taoist priest of Laoshan had to pass the Yu Zhong level before they could officially enter the Yu family.

"Senior, please, please." Ge Bao said softly: "By the way, there is a friend next to that Taoist priest. His companion also has some strength, you should pay attention..."

"Comrade?" Yu Zhong's eyes gathered, and then he smiled and said, "I understand, the young master is waiting for you in Tingyuxuan. You can go in first."

"well."

Ge Baojia was familiar with it and led Qi Xiang to the inside of the manor.

After a long and round trip, an exquisite independent courtyard appeared in front of me. A small plaque was hung above the gate, with three elegant words from Tingyuxuan.

Before he could enter, Qi Xiang heard a melodious and pleasant sound coming from the courtyard.

"I'm listening to opera again."

Ge Bao seemed to be used to it and said calmly: "Let's go. Let's go in."

"What opera?"

Qi Xiang was also a little curious and stepped into the courtyard.

"You said this morning, Su Xiaoxiao, The Legend of White Snake, Liu Yi, Dragon Girl, etc...."

Ge Bao said casually, and led Qi Xiang into the attic of the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the door, Qi Xiang saw that the attic was very spacious, with a stage in it. At this moment, on the stage, several women in costumes were performing a classic dramatic repertoire.

"I ride in the oil-walled carriage, and my husband rides on the green horse. Where can I build a heart together? Under the pines and cypresses in Xiling?"

The melodious and leisurely singing floated on the stage, slowly staged a beautiful and moving love story.

A girl who grew up by the West Lake and felt the tenderness of the West, rode a cart in an oil-walled cart and met a handsome handsome young man under the misty bridge.

The two fell in love at first sight, and their eyebrows and eyes were filled with love, and the moths and snow willows were golden, and the smiles were filled with fragrance.

But this time, there is no time to meet again...

"Xiling Bridge, the water is eternal. The pine leaves are as thin as needles. They refuse to form ribbons... Yesterday, the flowers on the tree heads were now facing the soil on the streets. Has the blood and the crying souls been half chasing the wind and rain."

The sad song is filled with the air, full of sad charm.

Under the stage, Yu Yan supported his arms, crossed his hands, and was level with his forehead, making it difficult to see his expression. But a melancholy aura emanated from him.

"This guy is too deeply involved in the show." Ge hugged him next to him and whispered: "If it weren't for him talking about Dragon Girl all day long, I would have thought that he would have met Su Xiaoxiao. Anyway, there is no precedent."

"What precedent?" Qi Xiang asked casually.

"There is an example in the Song Dynasty." Ge Bao explained: "Historical records show that there was a scholar named Sima in the Song Dynasty. He met Su Xiaoxiao, who was immortal on the edge of the West Lake and often appeared in flowers. Then he became obsessed with it. After a few years, he died of infatuation and was buried beside Su Xiaoxiao's tomb..."

When Qi Xiang heard this, her pupils contracted slightly and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "How many years have he been obsessed with?"

"cough!"

Ge Bao blinked his eyes and replied in a more whisper: "It's been a long time, it should be four or five years. Fortunately, he was obsessed with it, but he didn't tend to get sick due to ignorance. At least he was still healthy."

"Otherwise, the Yu family should be anxious."

Ge Bao shook his head slightly: "But this guy is not young anymore, but because he is obsessed with the dragon girl, he is disdainful of other women. You know, the only one of their three generations of single-handed family is his."

"It can be said that the Yu family's mission of inheriting the family lineage is all counted on him. But he has no intention in this regard. Do you think the Yu family is anxious?"

Ge said with a tsk voice: "Actually, his father is very open-minded and even directly expressed his attitude. He doesn't care whether his son is married or not. As long as he can hold his grandson...but, it didn't succeed."

Qi Xiang understood the meaning. After all, as the only son of a rich man, Yu Yan, as long as he is willing, even if he doesn't speak, he doesn't need to nod. There are still many beautiful women who recommend themselves to mats and give birth to children for him. After all, even if he can't be a young wife and the mother of the fourth generation of the Yu family's legitimate son, he can still enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of his life.

But depending on the situation, the fish did not agree. It seemed that she was keeping her body as jade and keeping herself clean.

The two whispered, but the song ended and everyone parted.

Yu Yan put down his hand and turned his head and said, "You are here..."

"Mr. Yu, it's so elegant." Ge Bao smiled and said, "The song is good, it's very beautiful."

"Just like it."

Yu Yan stood up and reached out gracefully, "Welcome to visit, please sit down."

Tingyuxuan's attic is completely an ancient layout. There are several low and flat tables, as well as exquisitely woven straw mats and antique bead curtains.
Chapter completed!