Datang started from being a salted fish

Chapter 264

"Brother, Shenmou is really an eye-opener today!" Seeing the goddess running away, Shen Jingbing hurriedly cupped his hands at Wang Yin: "Shenmou will leave first, and you and my brother will have a drink together in the future!"

"I understand, I understand." Seeing him like this, Wang Yin didn't know what was going on: "Okay, go quickly! Otherwise, everyone will run away in a while."

"Brother, great righteousness!" Shen Jingbing was excited when he saw Wang Yin being so upbeat: "Then let's say goodbye."

After Shen Jingbing finished speaking, he turned around and chased after Cui Ying: "Little lady, wait for Shen..."

"I hope you won't be frightened when you see the gate of Cui's house..." Wang Yin looked at Shen Jingbing's leaving back and touched his nose, suddenly felt that what he did was not kind. . .

"Okay girl, let's go too." Wang Yin immediately said to Cheng Lingxue: "We should go shopping."

"Oh... oh..." Cheng Lingxue replied in a daze, and followed Wang Yin out of the alley in a daze.

Maybe it was because she was born with a big nerve, or maybe it was because Wang Yin didn't seem to have any different views on her. After walking for more than ten minutes, Cheng Lingxue recovered her mood, and happily wandered around with Wang Yin.

"Brother Yin, look." The two strolled along the river for about half an hour, and Cheng Lingxue suddenly stretched out her finger and said happily.

"Huh?" Wang Yin looked intently and found that a group of people in front of him were surrounding the river with lanterns, and there were still a few beautiful lanterns floating slowly on the river.

"Go, take a look." After Wang Yin finished speaking, he led Cheng Lingxue over.

When he got close, Wang Yin saw that as he expected, a group of people were putting lanterns into the river.

"Damn it, isn't this thing played when paying homage to the dead?" Wang Yin blinked at the scene in front of him: "Is this also the butterfly effect?"

"Brother Yin, shall we go play too?" Cheng Lingxue pointed at the river and said.

"Okay." Wang Yin rubbed his nose and said, "It doesn't matter whether he pays homage to the dead or makes a wish, Xia Jiba will be done with it..."

"Go, go there." Seeing that Wang Yin agreed, Cheng Lingxue dragged him to a nearby stall.

Wang Yin glanced at it, and saw several people standing in front of the booth and writing something with a pen and paper. After finishing writing, they pasted the paper with the writing on the lantern, and then walked towards the river with the lantern.

"Looks like I made a wish." Wang Yin muttered and chose a lantern, then took a pen and paper and started writing there.

It's just that this guy is not used to using a brush, and the characters he writes look like a fucking dog crawling. . .

"It's done." After Wang Yin finished writing, he pasted the paper on the lantern, and paid the stall owner the bill.

"Let me see what you wrote..." At this moment, Cheng Lingxue stretched out her head to stare at Wang Yin's lantern, and whispered in her mouth: "Cat bitch, let's release Devil May Cry 6 sooner, and less hype in the future." Although the rice is quite fragrant..."

"What's the mess?" Cheng Lingxue pouted after reading it and said, "What kind of wish is this?"

"Hey, it's normal for you little girl to not understand." Wang Yin didn't bother to explain to her, so he turned to look at Cheng Lingxue's lantern: "Eh? Why didn't you write it?"

"Who said it wasn't written?" Cheng Lingxue smiled slyly: "I just posted it inside."

"What nerves..." Wang Yin muttered, reaching out to check Cheng Lingxue's lantern.

"Don't look at it!" Seeing this, Cheng Lingxue quickly picked up the lantern and put it behind her: "It won't work if you look at it."

"Then you still look at me?" Wang Yin's head was full of black lines.

"Can it be the same?" Cheng Lingxue said confidently: "You are an immortal, so you naturally have the magic to realize your wish. The little girl is just a mere mortal, how can she compare with your old man?"

Cheng Lingxue thought to herself: You keep talking about my little girl, aren't you old?I'll call you older. . .

"Damn it, what you said makes sense!" Wang Yin rolled his eyes.

Immortal, your sister? !I'm just a Xibei guy, so I just fooled a heartless person like you. . .

But since Cheng Lingxue didn't want him to watch it, Wang Yin didn't force it either, after all he wasn't that curious about it.

After the two came to the river, they let out the lanterns. Looking at the large piece of lanterns floating on the river, Wang Yin still felt more like they were paying homage to the dead. . .

After standing up, Wang Yin was about to propose to look elsewhere, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

"Brother Wang! I found you!" Feng Zhidai said excitedly, looking at Wang Yin before and after he came close.

"Eh? Are you looking for me?" Wang Yin blinked in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"Hey..." Feng Zhidai approached Wang Yin and whispered: "Just now you were at the Oiran Dabi, right? I can see clearly from below."

Hearing Feng Zhidai bring up the matter just now, Cheng Lingxue was suddenly embarrassed again: "Well...Brother Yin, you two talk first, I'll go over there and have a look."

After Cheng Lingxue finished speaking, she ran to the side: It's better to run away, it's so embarrassing. . .

"Hehe, were you there just now?" Wang Yin was amused when he heard that, "There were too many people just now, so I didn't notice."

"I just heard that Brother Wang's singing style is quite different from that of Tang Dynasty. I think it is a popular singing style in your fairy world?" Feng Zhidai asked with bright eyes: "Also, the instrument Wang Yin played just now is also different from that of Tang Dynasty. , I think it is also a thing of the fairy world?"

"Oh? Why did you ask this suddenly?" Wang Yin glanced at him suspiciously: "It is indeed from our side."

"That...Brother Wang," Feng Zhidai rubbed his hands together again: "I have a merciless request... I wonder if Brother Wang can teach you the singing and musical instrument playing methods just now... "

Speaking of this, Feng Zhidai was slightly embarrassed.

After all, it seems a bit too much to propose to learn from other people's skills, but I really can't resist the desire in my heart!
"Are you interested in these things?" Wang Yin was taken aback when he heard this: "So you also like to play with these things?"

"Brother Wang." Hearing Wang Yin's question, Feng Zhidai regained his energy immediately: "Little brother usually has nothing to do, so he likes to play with these things when he has nothing to do."

A big dog is a big dog, and I just figured out how to play when I have nothing to do all day. . .

The difference is that Feng Zhidai plays more literary and artistic. . .

"Then which musical instruments are you good at?" Wang Yin thought it was fun, so he asked casually.

"Brother Wang." Hearing Wang Yin's question about his 'professional', Feng Zhidai immediately straightened his body, with a trace of trembling in his eyes: "Basically, I have dabbled in all kinds of musical instruments. Saying that you are proficient in everything is considered familiar.”

"Pfft!" Wang Yin spat out when he heard the words. . .

(End of this chapter)