Chapter 58 Appearance
Chapter 58 Appearance
Perhaps it was because the roads in the capital were too smooth, so the noise caused by the wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs was too small, causing Lin Qianshui to be lost in thought for a long time.
It was not until they were about to reach Baima Lake that she came to her senses and asked a question that made Song Jinglun very unhappy but he could not react.
"How is Junior Brother Wei?"
"It's hard."
Song Jinglun shook his head and said, with a hint of hatred in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it.
Lin Qianshui noticed this scene, thought of the rumors that day, and decided not to ask any further questions.
Song Jinglun's voice continued to ring out.
"Junior Brother Wei's father was seriously derelict in his duty, and the case has angered the palace. Everyone from top to bottom is dealing with it strictly. I heard that Junior Brother Wei's mother has tried many ways, but to no avail."
He sighed and said, "It's probably because the family is broken up."
Lin Qianshui didn't know what to say.
Song Jinglun looked at Lin Qianshui and suddenly changed the subject, saying meaningfully, "I remember that your cousin named Wanyi is also going to attend the banquet tonight?"
Lin Qianshui listened to this without any change in expression, and said, "Brother, do you want to meet Sister Wanyi?"
"wrong."
Song Jinglun smiled and said, "Not just me, everyone wants to meet her."
As he spoke, he recalled the girl in the dark blue dress in the rain that day. There was still a sense of amazement in his heart, and he had an urge to see her again.
Lin Qianshui looked into his eyes, taking in all these emotions, and said gently: "Brother, don't worry, I will tell her about this matter. It's just that she is very diligent in her practice, and her only hobby outside of practice seems to be..."
Song Jinglun asked without hesitation: "What does it seem to be?"
Lin Qianshui hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything.
Song Jinglun then came to his senses and realized that he had been too obvious about his concern and had been rude.
At this moment, Lin Qianshui seemed to have suddenly made up her mind and said those words.
"Sister Wanyi..."
She looked at Song Jinglun and sighed, then said with regret: "It seems that my only hobby besides cultivation is to be with Master Gu."
Song Jinglun was stunned.
For some reason, he always felt that Lin Qianshui's long sigh was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Lin Qianshui's voice sounded again: "So, Senior Brother Song, do you still want me to ask Sister Wanyi to come over?"
"... Let's take another look."
Song Jinglun said in a deep voice, with great anger inexplicably arising in his heart, but he was unable to dissipate it in the next moment.
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After nightfall, hundreds of lanterns are hung high along the banks of Baima Lake, illuminating the water.
This grand banquet before the summer festival was not confined to a certain restaurant, but was ingeniously placed on the lakeside with open space on all sides. This was to show that the younger generation must have a broad mind and look far into the world, without being confined to the far-reaching intentions of a particular city or place.
To complement this, a bonfire was set up for tonight's banquet and barbecue was served.
As the night deepened, more and more carriages arrived outside the venue. Young geniuses in or outside the capital appeared one after another, arousing the curiosity of the people on the other side. Even the brothel girls who had temporarily ended their business ignored the rest and leaned on the railings to look at the scenery from afar.
At some point, an exceptionally low-key carriage entered the scene.
A young man with a slightly weathered face came out and entered the eyes of everyone. Although he did not reveal any aura, he had his own majesty.
The young men present stood up one after another and saluted this man respectfully.
Obviously, this is the prince named Bai Langxing.
"No need to be so polite." Bai Langxing shook his head and glanced around the venue as usual. Then, at Song Jinglun's invitation, he sat in the main seat as a matter of course, overlooking everyone present.
Although they were sitting on the ground, there was still a hierarchy of seats. The closer the seat was to the lake, the more noble the person's status and the higher his realm.
The best seat tonight belongs to Bai Langxing, and next to him is Song Jinglun, who initiated this banquet. Further out are naturally those well-known geniuses, and the Taoist goddess who has already arrived is sitting on the other side.
This Taoist goddess was dressed in a white dress. Even with her face covered by a veil, her beauty was still evident, and her temperament was even more transcendent and otherworldly.
Whenever the night wind blew across the lake and made clothes rustle, everyone always felt that she was about to leave in the next moment.
In comparison, the Immaculate Monk is undoubtedly inferior in appearance.
Before the banquet was officially announced to start, the atmosphere by the lake had already become lively. Most of the young people liked this unique banquet very much. They started drinking and having fun early, and talked about the world around them while drunk.
What they talked about most was naturally the upcoming summer festival. They were curious about what the exam questions would be, and they would also exchange their opinions with each other, talking about which sect was better, or whether they could directly enter a government office like the Patrol Heavenly Division to practice...
It's a rare opportunity to get together, and since we are still young, we naturally have endless topics to talk about.
However, in the end, most of the topics still inevitably mentioned that name.
——Gu Zhuo.
"Why hasn't that person arrived yet?"
"I heard that he was not invited to the banquet tonight."
"But didn't he say he was staying at the inn near Baima Lake? He should come, right?"
"He will definitely come. Have you all forgotten? He had said before that he would remain motionless and wait for people who disliked him to come to him. Now that Song Jinglun has really come to him, how could he not come?"
"But Song Jinglun called so many people over today. No matter how strong Gu Zhuo is, he can't defeat them all by himself, right?"
"Who knows? Anyway, you and I should stay away from each other and avoid getting beaten for no reason."
"I hope he can come, otherwise tonight will be boring."
The young men were chatting among themselves, drinking a glass of wine and eating a bite of barbecue from time to time, feeling extremely comfortable.
At this moment, Song Jinglun, with Bai Langxing's consent, stood up, looked at the nearly a hundred peers in the room with a proud smile, cleared his throat, and spoke seriously.
"It's getting late. In order not to waste your time, the banquet will officially begin tonight."
"Before we begin, I have something to say briefly to all of you. Don't worry, this won't take up too much of your time."
"The reason why I held this banquet today is not only to allow you fellows to forge friendships, but also to look to the outside world. You must know that the Great Qin has already entered its second millennium. If history is a mirror, a thousand-year-old empire must have problems that are difficult to reverse. If it were not for His Majesty the Emperor who restored the old mountains and rivers a hundred years ago and wiped out all the evil spirits, the Great Qin would definitely not be what it is today. We should follow this aspiration..."
Song Jinglun's voice gradually became quieter, and his expression changed from smug to confused.
He saw clearly that at first everyone in the room was listening to him seriously.
However, since a certain moment, some people's attention began to shift, and until this moment, most people's eyes were behind him.
What happened?
Song Jinglun's expression remained unchanged. He tried hard not to frown, and he was annoyed and wondered who had ruined his glory at this time.
Thinking of this, he turned and looked back, then fell silent.
There was dead silence.
In the countless sights on both sides of Baima Lake.
In the dim lights, in the sparse moonlight.
A small boat came with the waves.
The moonlight was sparse, but the figure in the blue shirt was reflected in it, making her look like a fairy, ethereal and pure.
The young monk looked at the scene in front of him and at the girl who came boating with Gu Zhuo, and broke the long silence with six words full of emotion and admiration.
“This is really good at pretending.”
(End of this chapter)