Vol 7 Chapter 4: Man is like a lotus

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The day of terror began.
Pooh honey let me start with relatively simple learning, like makeup, singing, poetry, calligraphy, flower arrangement, dance, in fact, these are not easy for me to learn, I really don’t know how she thinks I am a material that can be made, Is it the relationship of that poem?
"...So, to become a Garnier, of course, you must be beautiful, kind, and appreciate others, like extravagance and wealth, and be open-minded and willing to accept new knowledge and new experiences; not depressed, keen to join the social community and Art circle..." Po Xumi whispered softly as he ignited Jaro.
"Well, I understand that there are some things to learn, but some are like military, smelting, construction, carpentry, it really can't be beaten together, right?" I shook my head.
She sat up gracefully and smiled: "Hidden, as Garnica, will meet customers from different countries and different industries. If you don't have perfect knowledge, how can you be favored by customers."
"But after learning all 64 arts, not all of them are old ladies." I couldn't help laughing.
She smiled again and said: "A lot of them just learn some fur, do you think I have become an old lady?"
I stared at her for a while, and suddenly sighed, "This thing is only due to the sky.
She tapped my forehead with her finger and smiled slightly, "Yeah, and soon the dancer from South India, Urwosi, will dance at the auspicious temple in the city. You should also watch it together, by the way study."
"South Indian dancer Ulworth? What kind of person?"
"Her dancing is unmatched in the world, but it is said that she is very eccentric and never collects money, only the most common bamboo pole as a reward."
"Only bamboo poles? She's really weird." I said in surprise, a trace of curiosity in my heart.
"Okay, we should continue." A smile flashed in her eyes, and she saw my distorted face with satisfaction.
"Miss Poxumi, Lord Namoro is here." The voice from the door made me feel relieved, and I was a little grateful to the Lord Namoro. It seems that my sufferings ended early today.
"Got it." Po Xumi responded lightly and turned to me again. "You go out first."
I nodded, and quickly backed out, by the way, I glanced at the young man who was surrounded by a number of voluptuous beauties. Sure enough, it was the Lord Moro. Today he is wearing a blue tight robe and a long hair. With gold ornaments on the ground, he casually laughed with the beautiful women, seemingly a little more frivolous than when he first met that day.
He glanced at me, and when I wanted to rush away after saluting, he suddenly shouted at me, "Where did I seem to see you?"
Before waiting for my answer, the woman next to him hurriedly rushed to answer: "She is the newly-received Canica candidate for Pooxi. I really don't know what Poxi thought. I have to personally teach and teach this exotic woman."
"Exotic?" He suddenly seemed interested. "Where did you come from?"
"I heard that it was from Maha to that country..." The woman had just said halfway, and the Moro's eyes gave her a cold glance, and she was obviously startled before she could dare to say anything. Although it was only a brief moment, I saw that Moro's eyes were so sharp.
This man does not seem like an ordinary person.
"Moh to that country, it's very far away." He looked at me and said casually.
I nodded and didn't talk.
"Right, you were the last girl in men's clothing." He seemed to think of it suddenly, with an elusive smile on his lips. "Why, do you want to be Garnica too?"
"What about it?" I became impatient.
"Janica is not for everyone." He smiled softly and reached up to lift my chin. "However, I don't mind if you come to serve me the day you become Ganica."
"Then, I am afraid that I have to wait a long time, I am dumb, I am afraid that I have become a white-haired old lady when I am finished. I am afraid that when the time comes, I will have more than enough power." I looked at him with a smile, and I also For some reason, such bold words must have been influenced by Po Xi Mi.
He stared at me, suddenly laughed, withdrew his hand, and said meaningfully, "Don't worry, don't wait so long."
On the Heng River in midsummer, the air is always filled with pale gray haze, especially in the dawn when the early morning light will be exposed, there is always a thin layer of water vapor.
Walking on the Ganges, thinking of the Moro, I couldn't help but shook my head. It seems that since ancient times, there are no good things in the men who visit the brothel, where is the destined person of the wife? Although I have seen many of her clients recently, I did not find a diamond sign on the forehead. Alas, I sighed again. Only by finding this person quickly can I complete the task and end this terrifying courtesan-cultivation plan.
Looking at the water of the Ganges under the sunlight in front of me, it suddenly reminded me of the words describing the Ganges in the ancient Indian epic "Mahabharata". "She's like a charming and charming woman, she moves forward, the white spray is a thin gown lightly draped on her... The gurgling water sounds melodiously, like her graceful voice, singing intoxicating songs." After I read it gently, I heard a very light laughter around me.
I turned around immediately. A man in a gray robe sat cross-legged under a big tree by the river. A long, linen-haired waterfall poured down, just covering his appearance.
"What are you laughing at!" I didn't even notice that there was another person here, and I couldn't help being annoyed.
A breeze came mixed with Sora flowers, gently blowing his long hair, and in the flying hair, through the falling flowers, I could see his face clearly.
There is no language to describe his appearance.
The bright sunlight was flowing down through the green branches and poured on his face. His appearance, from silky long hair to delicate and delicate facial features, and a slightly thin body, from the inside and outside, They all reveal a sense of transparency and wonderful deepness, so quiet as Xuefeng without flaws. You think it is simple but you can never understand the richness inside.
He still smiled with his eyes closed, his smile in the wind was as unreal as flowers blooming in the water. Suifeng also seemed to have a strange, faint, slightly cool lotus fragrance.
Among the husbands, among the lotus, are divided into Tuolihua.
"What the are you laughing at?" I froze for a while and then recovered.
"I laugh," he said slowly, his voice like blue tea rising slowly in a cup filled with transparent water. "All you see is a shallow appearance."
"Shallow appearance, okay, then you tell me what you see." I glared at him, he still closed his eyes, his long thin lashes fanning densely, "Also, you better look at me It’s very impolite to speak."
He smiled slightly, "I can tell you what I saw. As for watching you talking, I really can't do it because--I'm blind."
blind? I was a little shocked, and looked at him a few more times. It was a pity that such a clear and dusty character turned out to be blind.
At this moment, noisy suddenly noisy, my attention was immediately attracted to the past, but I saw a tall firewood piled up on the stone platform by the river, and the fire was burning.
"That's when people are holding funerals," the blind man said lowly.
funeral? I was surprised, and suddenly there was a fragrance of sandalwood from there.
"Sandalwood? It seems that this time the funeral was a brahmin." The corner of his mouth slightly raised.
"Since it's a funeral, they are not sad at all, and they can't hear a cry." I asked a little puzzled.
"Sad, why should I be sad?" He smiled faintly. "Life is not the beginning of life, the end of death, but a link in an endless series of lives, each life is determined by the karma of the previous life. Yes. Death and funeral just mean a farewell, sending relatives to another reincarnation."
"However, if you disappear, you will disappear, and you will never meet again in this life. Whether you are a loved one or a lover, you will leave when you leave. It’s just passing by.
I said looking at the quiet people.
He just smiled and said nothing.
"Where are you from?" After a while, he asked suddenly.
I froze for a moment before blurting out: "You can't see me, how do you know I'm not a local?"
He reached out and brushed off a sorrel petal that touched his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "If you are a local, you will never say what you just said."
"I came from Maha to that country. What about you? What is your name?"
"Mohra is there," his face seemed a little moved, "My name is Mulian."
Mulian? Sure enough, people are like their names and people are like lotuses.
"Hidden," he suddenly called out my name, and I was shocked. He was about to answer, but when he saw a puppy running in the distance, he quickly rushed into his arms, warmly in his clothes. Go up and down.
I widened my eyes and asked stutteringly, "Just now, were you calling this dog?"
"Yeah, it's hidden. It's my name." As he answered, he took out some cakes from his arms and broke them into small pieces, feeding the filthy puppy with its fur down. Ah, I actually have the same name as a puppy! My mood fell at once, and I was so depressed that I was about to leave. Suddenly I heard his voice whisper again, "Oh, what's your name?"
"Me, my name is..." My tongue seems inflexible.
"Xiaoyin, it turns out that you are here, hurry back." The voice of the maid next to Po Xumi came from not far away. It was really hateful. She shouted early, but came to me at this time. I quickly looked at Mulian. I saw that his expression was still comfortable, but the corner of his mouth twitched out an imperceptible arc.
"Um, um, someone asked me, I'll go back first." I said awkwardly.
"Got it," the corner of his mouth was deeper, "hidden."
"Hehe..." I laughed a few times and left in a hurry. Before leaving, I couldn't help but glance at the funeral that was going on across the bank.
Light smoke rose above the cremation woodpile, maybe, as he said, every light smoke is a liberated soul, dancing the last gorgeous dance at the moment of breaking away from the red dust, and then curled up into a mortal Invisible heaven.
The day when the South Indian dancer Ulwosi came to the Jixiang Temple to perform dances soon, this night, Posumi pushed all the guests away, and took me to the Auspicious Day located east of Quncheng temple. The temple is not big, but the bustling people worshipping the celestial gods are endless. They follow the mother-in-law to enter the temple gate, looking at the bead curtain of the layer of obstacles in front of the celestial girl. I seem to smell a very special scent and look up. Going, under the moon, blooming clusters of elegant Ubera flowers.
The crowd suddenly rioted, "Ulwosi is here!" The unstoppable people hugged towards the front. Through the cracks of the crowd, I saw a temporary stage set up in the front.
As a wave of fan music sounded, a young woman wearing a bright golden saree danced from behind the stage in a graceful manner. The colorful bracelets on her wrists and ankles made a clear sound from time to time as she danced. The forehead is decorated with gems, the Yaohuan ornaments are shining and dazzling, the waist and limbs are round and flexible, and the deep eyes pull your heart in the whispering music to follow her dance steps.
She dances freely as she pleases. The strong and infectious dance rhythm is unheard of by everyone present. Everyone's heart beats with that rhythm. Listening to such exciting music, watching it seems like The magical dance makes people unable to help but also want to dance with that beat until they are exhausted. The instinct in the soul is easily touched by this dance, and people’s emotions are immediately stirred up until the end of the dance. With a compliment, they threw the bamboo poles on their hands gently on the stage.
Ulvasi smiled slightly, and the man put away the bamboo poles and walked back.
Posumi motioned me to follow her, and walked towards the back of the temple. As soon as he walked back, he saw Ulvasi looking at the bamboo poles, and his expression was a little strange.
"Ulvosi, my good sister, I miss you so much." Po Xumi smiled charmingly at Ulvosi. Ulwoshi looked up and smiled, "Sister Poohmi, I know you will come."
"Why, are you still collecting these bamboo poles?" Po Xumi chatted casually with her. I looked at them on the side. The two beautiful women seemed to know each other before.
They chatted for a while, and Pooh Mi pulled me to the side, "This is my newly-received girl, Ye Yin. This time I have one thing I want to ask you. Can I stay here for a while and teach her South Indian dance? ."
Ulworthi was obviously surprised. "But, sister, your dancing skills are already very good. Why should I teach?"
"The dance of South India is different from our North India. I hope Ye Yin can learn the dance of North and South India. And," she chuckled, "the reward is a bamboo forest behind our courtyard."
Ulworthi thought about it and nodded.
My heart is sinking again. Why is it so hard? There are three mountains in my family. I think I have sixty-four mountains. It will not be difficult to die.
You desperately want to be the one who is destined for honey.