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"Let's talk somewhere else."

This place is used for street acrobatics performances, so it's not cramped. But the performances that Qiong Zheng puts on are quite modern, and more and more people are drawn to it.

Traffic is already severely congested, and I estimate that soon we'll be seeing a lot of Cloud Cavalry soldiers or stewards and managers from the Earthly Balance Department. I'll leave you with my respects.

Qiong turned around and strode forward. As he walked, the crowd automatically parted to make way for him, and no one dared to approach him.

Ha!

What is charisma? (Leans back tactically)

Even a madman's aura is still an aura!

"it is good!"

Hearing that Qiong did not refuse, Gui Naifen was very happy, and she did not even bother to pack up the juggling equipment on the stall.

These things are useless to ordinary people, not to mention that the security on the Immortal Ship is very good, so they definitely won't be lost. We can clean them up later.

"Shangshang, Shangshang, let's go."

Taking the phone off the stand, Gui Naifen grabbed Yuehen's hand and quickly followed Qiong through the crowd.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Seeing Yuehen being dragged away, Bailu jumped up and followed after him on her short legs, her big tail swishing back and forth behind her.

To be honest, Bai Lu's mind was a bit of a mess. First, she was wondering if the silly Yunqi she saw last time was the same person as the Fairy Sword Sister. Then she was shocked by Qiong's speech.

It's impressive but I don't understand it, and it's really interesting!

Ping wouldn't have encountered such interesting things if she had run away to play!

However, what baffled the onlookers even more was that when Qiong passed by Jingliu, he casually took the white-haired woman's hand and pulled her along.

The moment Jingliu's hand was taken, everyone within several meters of her felt the temperature plummet, as if the biting wind was like a sword in the snow, piercing her back.

But the icy aura ultimately did not explode.

What's happening here?

Was that a confession?

It definitely counts as a confession!

Why didn't the white-haired woman shake off the gray-haired man's hand? Could it be a sign of agreement?

Really? Really?

They didn't even know each other's names before!

So they've successfully paired up?

When did pursuing a girl, dating, and proposing marriage become so abstract?

Countless people felt their thoughts were in disarray, realizing that being human was too conservative and they couldn't keep up with the mind of the abstract sacred body.

Meanwhile, onlookers and viewers of Gui Naifen's live stream began posting their recorded videos and screen recordings online.

Ouch, it's so cold!

Qiong gently clenched the icy white jade hand in hers. Jing Liu's body temperature was low, almost approaching zero degrees Celsius.

Holding her hand felt like holding an ice sculpture, smooth like real ice, and cool to the touch.

Who are you?

As Kyō pulled him along, Mirror Flow asked, his voice sounding as if he had half a wisp of unmelted snow trapped in his throat.

She did have an urge to draw her sword and kill someone, but the fact that the 'newcomer to the Cloud Cavalry' named 'Su Chang' and Bai Lu had come along made Jing Liu want to come and see for herself.

As for not shaking off Qiong's hand, it was because the moment Qiong took his hand, Jingliu felt that the various negative emotions boiling in his mind were gradually suppressed.

She could sense that the power came from the gray-haired youth.

The other party was actually able to suppress her demonic body?

“You may not know me, but I have known you for a long time… Jingliu.”

Kyō's words made Mirror Pluck a puzzled look. So he really recognized him. Was he a high-ranking member of the Rōfu High-Rankings?

But he doesn't look like a Celestial Boat person?

The gray-haired youth spoke in a voice weathered by time, a voice that sounded both like a sigh and a murmur:

"For this encounter, I prayed earnestly before Buddha for tens of thousands of years. Buddha said, 'Then you must wait for tens of thousands of years. During these ten thousand years, you will see Jingliu, but Jingliu will not know of you. Are you willing to wait?'"

I said: I'm willing.

"Kyoryu, my dearest Kyoryu, our fate is not yet over. Even if death and the bloody maw of time and space separate us, I know that you will stand tall at the end of reincarnation, my Kyoryu, my bright moon!"

"you……"

Jingliu struggled to maintain his composure, feeling somewhat explosive, but he didn't dare let go of Qiong's hand.

If it weren't for Qiong suppressing her negative emotions, she would have felt incredibly satisfied.

I want to kill someone!

"Master, Master, slow down! I can't keep up!"

Gui Naifen, while pulling Yuehen along with Qiong, took out a pen and a small notebook and wrote down Qiong's famous quotes in the notebook.

Qiong led the group through two streets, and when they saw that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, they slowed down and headed towards a relatively quiet public courtyard, namely the park of the Immortal Boat.

"This place is nice, let's choose this one."

Although people occasionally pass by, it is generally quiet. Qiong walked into the pavilion and sat on the stone bench with a proper posture.

"Well, since you call me master, I'll give you a few pointers. Little Gui, do you know what 'living' means?"

Gui Naifen had certainly undergone cosmetic surgery, but her skills in eating noodles upside down and brushing her teeth while whistling were nothing compared to Qiong's – they were like fireflies compared to the moon.

"Please enlighten me, Master!"

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Chapter 248 Let's add some seniority first.

"Recalling the glorious past."

Qiong's tone was weathered, as if he were a quasi-emperor who had emerged from the chaotic ancient era and the golden age.

"Evening drum and morning bell, dawn breeze and sparse moon, the sound never ceases. Declaring independence, electric drill and corn. Ollie's regret, etched all over my pockets. Ice red mixed with DDV, to quench my thirst."

"A chance encounter like a hook, recalling the past of Dongbai, the sound of Shenyang Street still lingers, only the rosy cheeks have changed, Brother Dao and Brother Hu, longing enters my eyes, stirring my heart."

"Evil Brother faked his death, cried and dug up the grave, Old Eight indulged himself, visited the thatched cottage three times, suspended Donald Duck in mid-air, Frosty Chicken demanded his life, suspended bridge with the moon, and buried sorrow in the filthy earth."

"It is a Rashomon-level existence in the world of comedy."

The gentle voice spoke slowly and deliberately, leaving everyone in the pavilion, except for Yuehen, stunned, including Jingliu.

Jingliu and Bailu are both native Xianzhou people from the Zhenglan banner of the old Xianzhou, and they can both tell that Qiong is using the ancient Xianzhou poetry format.

This is a unique culture. For outsiders who do not understand the ancient charm of Xianzhou, even with synesthetic beacons, they often cannot understand it and cannot comprehend its profound meaning.

But now, the two of them, who were from the Immortal Ship, couldn't understand it anymore.

I could barely understand the first sentence, but I must say, it sounded pretty good. I could impersonate a Xianzhou person perfectly online.

"Little Gui, have you heard of this?"

Qiong walked slowly with his hands behind his back, his voice kind yet powerful, revealing a meaningful smile.

At this moment, Gui Naifen seemed to be hallucinating. She imagined herself as a monkey, and the figure in front of her was the white-haired patriarch with a Taoist air.

She looked up in bewilderment, and the plaque at the top of the pavilion was carved with the words "Crescent Moon Pavilion," suddenly making it seem as if it had become the "Crescent Moon and Three Stars Cave."

Gui Naifen shook her head repeatedly, breaking free from the hallucination.

If even the two prominent figures of the Immortal Ship, Jingliu and Bailu, couldn't understand the words, then it was even less likely that she, an outsider who had come to the Immortal Ship halfway through, would understand them!

Gui Naifen felt a little heavy-hearted. Was the gap really still too big?

Even if you don't understand it, these profound words sound incredibly impressive no matter how you look at them!

"Little Gui Zi doesn't know, please enlighten me, Master."

Gui Naifen performed the ancient ritual she had learned from the Fairy Boat with great care, and asked for instruction earnestly.

"For example, what kind of job is it for Brother Xie to fake his death, wail at a funeral, and dig up a grave?"

After thinking it over carefully, Gui Naifen chose a question that she could roughly understand from the literal meaning.

"This streamer is halfway to Rashomon. He did a pretty good job. He faked his death and had his wife livestream the funeral and the burial."

"Then he had his accomplices dig up his fake grave under the guise of exposing a fraud, and then suddenly resumed the live stream to give netizens a surprise."

This time, the explanation was in plain language, which Jingliu, Bailu, Gui Naifen, and Li Sushang could all understand, but their brains still couldn't quite grasp it.

Even Jingliu, who doesn't care about foreign affairs, had a question mark pop up.

What?

What kind of absurd operation is this?!

No, it should be called a beast!

Is this something a human could do?

Bai Lu's little eyes widened in surprise; this is too abstract!!

Is this the world of online broadcasters?

Gained knowledge!

Gui Naifen gasped. Qiong... was Master Qiong someone who fought against abstract powerhouses of this level?

Just how powerful must he be?!

"To reach the Rashomon realm, one still needs to overcome a great tribulation."

Qiong looked at Gui Naifen, his gaze subtly serious.

"Calamity? What calamity?"

Gui Naifen felt a pang of panic. This was too abstract. Could she really learn it?

"Come on, let me tell you."

Qiong waved to the orange-haired girl, and Gui Naifen immediately crouched down and leaned closer.

She felt that she didn't even have the right to stand up in front of a powerful figure like her master.

"If you want to become an internet celebrity by doing ruthless work to gain traffic and make easy money, you have to come up with clever excuses, abandon shame, collude with the reviewers, and deceive people into spending money. Only if the reviewers don't ban you can you make money."

"Moreover, after receiving the money, it has to be split 30/70."

"How come it's only 70%?"

"Seventy percent of it belongs to others! Even getting three percent depends on the whims of the reviewer."

"What? I came all the way to Luofu to become an internet celebrity, and I still have to come up with all sorts of excuses, I still have to collude with the censors, and I still have to watch their faces... Then, am I just going to beg on my knees?"

Qiong couldn't help but laugh. He gazed at the girl's flushed face and spoke earnestly:

"According to you, becoming a 'trolling' internet celebrity is really like begging on your knees. Even so, many people want to beg but don't have the opportunity."

Gui Naifen's face immediately fell. She scratched her head and said, "Master, is there anything simpler, the kind that doesn't require going through tribulations to become a top internet celebrity?"

"It's not that there aren't any."

Qiong sat down on the stone bench, his expression seemingly indifferent, yet also as if it held a profound meaning.

Gui Naifen was taken aback, then immediately got up and obediently went around to Qiong's back, tapping Qiong's shoulder with extremely precise force.

"Please teach me, Master!"

"Ah."

He took out one of the items from the gift set given to him by Estelle from the ring's space: the Ink Feather White Fan.

Qiong Yu fan gently waved, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Have you ever heard of the legendary leather suit man?"