On the Survival Skills of Gap Benmaru [Comprehensive]

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know it.

-"Yueren Song"

Shen Yao was holding her pot of peonies, carrying the blue gauze dress on her back, and the exquisite small jug of wine given to her by the elders. When she came to this city, even though it was still spring, the sun had already It was very big, and the hot sun made Shen Yao's eyes dizzy.

But the most terrible feeling is not Shen Yao, but Shen Yao hugging the potted flower, after a long journey, the potted flower seems to have no energy, completely lost the spirit when she cut off the peony, the king of flowers .

After finding a place to live, Shen Yao was worried when she looked at the peony flowers. She didn't have the skills to grow flowers at all, and she didn't know what to do. Now she didn't have the time and energy to take care of this delicate pot. flowers.

I can only try my best to see if I can finish the matter quickly, go back and ask the bamboo spirit next door, there is no other way.

With a specialization in surgery, he should be able to restore the spirit of this potted flower.

If, before the matter is finished, this potted flower is hopeless, then it can only be said that there is really no chance for this potted flower.

After carefully pouring some water on the flower to ensure that the potted flower would not die from her raising it, Shen Yao went out with her gauze on her back. For some reason, she always felt that this kind of flower radiated the brilliance of jewels at a glance. Valuables must be carried with you to feel safe.

I bought a ticket and stepped into the museum, probably to better preserve the cultural relics, so the temperature control of the museum is very good, and it is cool to walk in. Although she is among the treasures, Shen Yao has no intention of visiting for the time being, so she goes straight here Go to the next destination.

Fortunately, although there are many rare treasures in the museum here, the flow of people is obviously not as large as the previous museum, and the time Shen Yao went was not a holiday, so after she finally found what she was looking for this time, she found that there was nothing in front of the showcase people.

It would be great if no one was there, although it would not be too much of a hindrance, but it still felt more convenient to have no one.

That is to say, I am really not a thief, why do I always think that there are people and nobody.

Shen Yao felt that she wanted to help her forehead.

Standing outside the showcase, Shen Yao read the introduction carefully according to the habit she had developed before, and then held the beads in her bag, and touched the glass showcase with her hand. As soon as she closed her eyes, the scenery in front of her changed immediately.

Knowing that the scene she sees in her dream is completely different every time, Shen Yao has made full mental preparations this time, and sure enough, when she opened her eyes, she saw a lake filled with mist.

The lake is very large, and it is impossible to see where it stretches in the mist. I only feel that the mist is vast and the level is like a mirror.

Shen Yao came here with a serious business in mind, only glanced at the lake, and after finding nothing unusual, she turned her head and began to look around.

There are rocks by the lake, and someone leans on the rocks with eyes closed and lies down calmly.

That's probably the real master I'm looking for this time!

Shen Yao knew it in her heart, she took a step towards that person, and after only two steps, the person moved suddenly, he was in a sleeping posture, but after waking up, he didn't have any confusion of just waking up, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, Fast as lightning.

The magic weapon, which has been hidden for thousands of years and suddenly opened again, even if it is unintentional, has an incomparable momentum and unrivaled sharpness.

The inexplicable sense of urgency hit, Shen Yao almost subconsciously raised her hand to cover it, but it was too late, at the moment of lightning, the finger bell on the back of her hand shone with a faint light, covering her whole body, blocking the possibility for her. danger that arises.

At this moment, Shen Yao's bell suffered the final blow and slowly burst open on the back of her hand.

The golden light flashed and disappeared, Shen Yao's heart suddenly moved, and she raised her eyes to look at the bell on the back of her hand.

"Finger bell!" Shen Yao hurriedly reached out to catch it with her other hand, but she could only catch the split half of the bell.

Seeing the bell split in two, Shen Yao felt like falling into an ice cave in an instant, her whole body was cold, and even her eye sockets turned red involuntarily.

As a person who cries whenever she wants to cry, and her tears are like a faucet, Shen Yao actually seldom cries because of sadness, but this time, she couldn't hold back and didn't want to.

This string of bells has been treasured by her since the Japanese witch gave her a gift, and after the Tsurumaru Kuninaga incident, she has never left her body.

How many disasters did Zhiling help her avoid, and how much help did she give her.

Shen Yao knew better than anyone else that things had spirits, and this time one of the bells was broken, so I don't know how much damage it would do to the finger bell itself.

The hand holding the bell trembled a little, Shen Yao clenched her lower lip, trying not to cry.

"Did I break your bell?" A calm and powerful voice with a hint of hoarse sounded above Shen Yao's head.

Shen Yao raised her head and faced a pair of indescribable eyes. She had seen the gorgeous eyes of the beautiful Pingzi sister, and the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the eyes of the picture scroll brother. , a pair of eyes that look like Daze beside him, on the surface it looks calm and calm, but in the bottom of the eyes there is a majestic temper that has gone through countless tempers and endured endless tempering before it can be formed.

It was the pain of suffering, the pain of bowing one's head and becoming a minister, and the humiliation and humiliation of more than ten years of ambition, but it was also the unstoppable pride of eight hundred victors who could swallow Wu.

What a king's sword!

After a while, Shen Yao shook her head, "It has nothing to do with you." It was because the bell was already wounded, coupled with the sharpness of the magic weapon, this result was inevitable.

It's just that she didn't expect to encounter such a thing, so she didn't have time to prevent it, but even if she knew, the only thing that could resist it was Zhiling.

So you can't blame others for all the mistakes.

How could she blame the weapon for being too sharp?

The young man in dark Wufu put away the sharpness in his eyes just now, and when he heard what Shen Yao said, the expression on his face eased a little, although it was not full of smiles, but it seemed a lot gentler, " Girl, did you wake me up?"

Shen Yao nodded, and saluted with her bell in her hands, "Hello sir, I have disturbed your long sleep."

In the eyes of young people, Shen Yao's way of bowing and saluting is very nondescript, but he was born and raised here, and the people here don't pay much attention to rules and etiquette. Unrestrained, not bound by the so-called etiquette.

So the young man waved his sleeves, and the wide sleeves drew a chic arc, "You don't need to salute, little girl, what can you do to wake me up?" What to say, straight to the point, is more in line with his temper.

"Actually, it's because of this string of bells." Shen Yao simply untied the entire string of bells and held them in front of the young man, "I'm looking for someone to repair this string of bells, and then a little brother told me that maybe I can come and invite you help."

The young man lowered his head and carefully looked at the bell in Shen Yao's hand. He didn't directly say yes or no, but asked first, "Who told you to come to me?"

Shen Yao then told the young man in front of her what she had encountered with Jiangshan Huajuan's little brother, "So according to the little brother's instructions, I will find you. He said, maybe you don't know the origin of this string of bells, but you may be able to Fix this string of bells."

The young man nodded and spread his hands towards Shen Yao, "Show me the bell."

Shen Yao held the bell in his hands, the young man took it, and took a closer look in his hand, "I really don't know the origin of your bell," he was just a sword, stained with blood on the battlefield, not kept with rare treasures Together, "It's just something that was quenched in the fire, maybe I can try to repair it."

If Shen Yao brought other things, perhaps he might not be able to do anything about it, but the young man looked at Shen Yao's bell carefully and found that it should have the same origin as him, and it was also tempered by fire. The materials are somewhat similar, so he said that he can try to repair them.

Although young people can't see the origin of the bells, but in the 5000 years of China, there are countless rare treasures, and there are too many things whose origins are unknown. Shen Yao is not obsessed with knowing the origin of this string of bells .

As long as there is a possibility of repair, it is enough to surprise her.

"Well, I really don't know how to thank you." Shen Yao scratched her head in embarrassment. She has no relationship with this young man, and it is a great favor that he is willing to help.Even if you are talking about trying, if you don't have some confidence, judging by the young man's appearance, I'm afraid he won't say this easily.

"As I said just now, there is no need for these empty gifts," the young man said bluntly, "If you want to thank, didn't you bring something to that person before? Just bring me something too."

Shen Yao also understands the nature of these treasures, they don't like to talk in circles, and say what they have to say.Even if you are not familiar with the situation, since you come to the door, you will not hesitate to help if you can. I don’t care if you play tricks in front of them. You can see through but don’t necessarily point it out. Language is too vain for them. They only care about whether you really do things or not.

In addition, they also like to owe each other nothing, but if it is pleasing to the eye, they don't care about giving more.

Generous and magnanimous, smart but not sharp, the bright treasures bred in China for five thousand years are really dazzling.

"It should be," Shen Yao nodded vigorously, "I wonder what you want?"

Lord Buddha, Avalokitesvara, the Jade Emperor, God, Amaterasu... All the gods bless you, please don't bring any more valuables, you must know that the ordinary things in your eyes really don't match my wallet.

Although I also know that thanking gifts are due, but really, don't come to expensive ones anymore!

I'm going bankrupt!

Shen Yao, who looked well-behaved on the surface, burst into tears silently in her heart.

What the young man asked for this time sounded more ordinary. He wanted some wine, and he didn't even specify how much precious wine he wanted.

Barely thinking about it, Shen Yao immediately remembered the wine that the elder made her bring.

The elder said mysteriously that there might be useful wine in the bottle.

Although it seems that there is only a little bit, the elder promises that there is absolutely no end to the wine in one sip.

Just right, bring it to the young man in front of you.

However, when the elder gave her the wine, did he already foresee such a result, or was everything planned somewhere?

Shen Yao thought for a while, then put aside this question, bid farewell to the young man for the time being, went back to make preparations, and the next day, Shen Yao came to the door with the wine given to her by the elder.

Standing at the security checkpoint at the entrance of the museum, Shen Yao was holding her backpack, feeling a little nervous. The museum does not allow drinks to enter. If the security check finds that she has brought alcohol, even though it is such a small bottle, will she not be allowed to bring it? go in.

What would she do if she couldn't bring it in?

No matter, try it first.

Shen Yao gritted her teeth, and put the backpack into the security inspection equipment. She was mentally prepared to let her take out the wine in the bag, but it turned out to be safe.

From the perspective of the museum staff, although the museum expressly stipulates that it is not allowed to bring drinks into the museum, such a small empty bottle is still no problem.

Shen Yao didn't know what was going on, there were a bunch of question marks above her head, but now she knew that there were many mysteries in this world, so she didn't bother to guess, as long as she could get in smoothly.

After carrying her backpack and walking into the exhibition hall, Shen Yao stood in front of the showcase, performing the same action.

This time, the young man was standing by the lake with his hands behind his back.

The wind blows the hem of the clothes, distant and desolate.

Seeing Shen Yao coming, the young man nodded to Shen Yao as a greeting, "The bell has been put into the fire for repair, and it will take some time to know the result."

Shen Yao blinked her eyes. It turned out that it was burned with fire. She thought it was repaired with a more magical method. Putting it in the fire should be... no problem.

Since everyone said it was repaired.

Haha ...

Probably seeing the worry on Shen Yao's face, the young man turned around, "Don't worry, your bell is nothing ordinary, even if it is not repaired properly, it will not be damaged again."

Shen Yao felt a little embarrassed, "Thank you." She was kind enough to help, but the bell is very important to her, and it is natural to be a little worried, and the young man on the other side also saw this, so she spoke to comfort her.

The young man didn't like to be polite, so he directly took Shen Yao to the stone where he was lying on last time, "Can you drink?"

Shen Yao was stunned for a moment, "Yes, yes." Could it be that she wants to drink with her at the bar, drinking together is fine, but that bottle of wine...is it really enough for the two of them to drink together?What if I filled the young man's cup and there was nothing left when I poured it into my own cup, I felt a little embarrassed no matter how I thought about it.

The young man didn't know what the strange embarrassment on Shen Yao's face was, and he didn't care. He took out two simple cups and handed one to Shen Yao, "If you don't hate it, come together." The implication If he hates it, he doesn't force it.

Shen Yao really likes this character, although the expression she showed was not the reason he thought, ahem.

Taking the glass and putting it in front of her, Shen Yao took out her small bottle of wine from her bag, held it in her palm, and opened the bottle. Immediately, the aroma of the wine overflowed, a strange scent that Shen Yao had never smelled before.

Before she could say anything, the young man in black looked at the wine bottle in Shen Yao's hand, with brilliance in his eyes.

It seems that this one likes her bottle of wine very much.

The uneasiness in her heart just now was suppressed, Shen Yao pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand to pour the wine.

Following Shen Yao's movements, the young man had already handed over the cup in his hand, Shen Yao really smiled this time, the two dimples were shining brightly, she stretched out her hand to hold the bottle, and poured wine for the young man.

It is amazing to say that such a small bottle, even the staff of the museum thought it was an empty bottle, but when it was poured into the glass, it seemed to be continuous, and the transparent and mellow wine poured down like spring water, and it quickly disappeared. A full glass.

Shen Yao turned around and poured another glass for herself, but the magical bottle still seemed to be incomplete.

Now that Shen Yao really felt relieved, she took the lead in toasting the young man, "Please."

"No need." The young man didn't care about these at all, he didn't even care about the politeness, he was completely free to follow his heart, "Just drink."

It was the first time for Shen Yao to meet such an uninhibited person who didn't care about etiquette and rules, which made people yearn for it amidst the novelty.

In fact, what Shen Yao didn't know was that the place of birth, Linyuan Jinze, was rarely influenced by other Central Plains cultures except for being in perfect harmony with Wu culture. Culture and heritage.

Long, pure, unrestrained and free, just like the poem that has been passed down for thousands of years, it is so warm and direct that it moves people's hearts.

However, although Shen Yao didn't know it, she was infected by the youth, and she drank with a toast, without any hypocritical politeness or coquetry.Free and unrestrained, just take a sip if you like it, and don't care if you don't like it.Do not force or force, simple and warm.

The two of them drank together for an unknown amount of time, but Shen Yao had a normal capacity for drinking, and stopped after drinking with her for a while, and if she drank any more, she was about to pass out.

Shen Yao put down the cup, but the young man didn't care at all, he didn't persuade Shen Yao not to drink, and he could drink happily by himself.

Shen Yao poured him a cup, and he just drank it cup by cup.

Thousands of years ago, those people, those things, those fleeting images, in this glass of wine, slightly lifted the veil for Shen Yao.

What kind of splendor is the land of Wuyue?

The luxurious and brilliant elegance scattered in the history thousands of years ago.

In the dream, I don't know the years, there is no sunrise and sunset, Shen Yao can't count the time, and she doesn't know how long she drank with her.

The young man was so excited, he hit the stone with his hand, and sang casually, with a bit of innocence between his brows, but his singing voice carried an immortal sound that seemed to have passed through thousands of years and settled in the depths of history, " What time is this evening? The boat is in the middle of the boat, what day is it today? I have to be in the same boat with the prince; I am ashamed and treated well? Don’t be embarrassed and shamed, and I am constantly troubled? Knowing the prince; there are trees in the mountains and trees have branches, Your heart pleases you, don’t you know?”

The voice of Wuyue thousands of years ago, Shen Yao couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but she could hear the freedom in the words, as free as a bird, as free as a fish, but with the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the river into the sea, peeling off. All external pretense and falsehood are not polluted by the world, not bound by rules and etiquette, and point directly to the most essential and pure heart.

After singing once, the young man stopped to take a sip of wine, raised his eyes to look at Shen Yao, his eyes were far away, "Maybe we can reconcile with each other by dancing?"

Infected by such an atmosphere, before a moment, those words such as: didn't skip, didn't dance well, don't know if it can be done, such words have long been thrown out of the sky, Shen Yao nodded and stood up, looking down between the stops. Looking at the ordinary jacket and jeans I was wearing for the convenience of mobility, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, "wait a minute."

She said wait, and the young man really waited.

Then I saw Shen Yao pulling out a green gauze dress from the backpack placed beside her and wrapping it around her body, just like the misty river in my memory.

Appreciation and nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the young man, he let go of the wine glass in his hand, the young man also stood up, his hands passed over his head, and his long ink-like hair broke free from the shackles of the jade crown and fell down. For a moment, it was like the brilliance of the stars shining to the extreme, with an incomparable and soul-stirring brilliance.

The young people slap the stone with their palms, exude it and sing, and the song can penetrate gold and crack stone.

Shen Yao's dance is not any kind of dance she has ever seen, it is not soft and graceful, it is free and unrestrained, it is unrestrained and unrestrained enthusiasm, it is a kind of moving that can only be understood with a heart.

There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is happy, but you don't know...

When Shen Yao woke up, she was lying on the lake stone. She drank a lot of wine and danced for a long time before, half drunk and half tired, she fell asleep lying on the stone.

The wine is good wine. After waking up, I don't have any hangover headaches, but I feel refreshed.Shen Yao raised her head, and on the lake stone in front of her was her restored bell.

"Oops!" Shen Yao exclaimed in surprise, reached out and grabbed the finger bell for a closer look, the place where it was cracked before has completely disappeared, and it has been repaired as if it had just been completed, even the pattern is equally exquisite.

"Huh?" Shen Yao seemed to see a golden light when the bell was moving, and hurriedly looked at the sky light carefully. Sure enough, the bell was simple and elegant, and added a little golden light, just like the thin light on the young Wu's clothes. The complicated patterns outlined are not obvious at first sight, and the true face can only be revealed in the changes of light, "What's going on?"

I don't know what effect this added pattern has on the finger bell, but Shen Yao has tried to input spiritual power, which is no different from the previous use, and Shen Yao temporarily regards this as a decorative pattern.

Putting the finger bell back on her hand, the familiar feeling made the corners of Shen Yao's mouth curl up naturally.

Getting up from the lake stone, Shen Yao raised her eyes and looked around, and saw a familiar figure standing in the distance, facing the lake, the wind was strong in the lake, blowing her long hair, Shen Yao inexplicably felt that, compared to the look of tied hair , he is still more suitable for distribution.

That free and intense feeling.