Cen Mai brought Ling Ping'an around the main hall of the Luming Hall and went to the back door.
Then, he quietly pushed open the door and walked into a long and narrow corridor.
Ling Ping'an couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you go through the main door?"
Cen Mai turned around and looked at this guy, "Go through the main door. Do you want others to know that you've been to the Fusang Embassy?"
Ling Ping'an was stunned, "Will there be any bad effects if I've been to the Fusang Embassy?"
He really didn't know about this!
Cen Mai chuckled, "Under normal circumstances, of course not!"
"But..."
"If you came to the underground ball..."
He gave a you-know-what look.
Ling Ping'an scratched his head, still not quite understanding.
Cen Mai had no choice but to introduce, "Brother Ling, you probably don't know that there is a distinction between the outside and the inside, yin and yang in this world, right?"
"I don't know how many people, in formal occasions, are well-dressed and have the demeanor of a gentleman. Once in private... their true colors will be revealed... hehe..."
He walked past a window sill, picked up a mask from the window sill, and put it on his face.
Then, he turned around and said to Ling Ping'an, "Look, if I put on a mask, can you still recognize me?"
Ling Ping'an originally wanted to tell him that even if he didn't wear a mask, as long as they didn't meet for two or three hours, his face blindness might make him confuse him with others.
But after thinking about it, he held back.
After all, it was a taboo to talk too much to a shallow acquaintance.
So, he nodded.
The other party casually threw a mask into Ling Ping'an's hand, "Put it on!"
"Release your nature!"
Ling Ping'an took the mask and looked at it. It seemed to be a Sichuan opera mask?
"Release my nature?" Ling Ping'an asked.
"Yes!" Cen Mai, who was wearing a green face and fanged devil mask, said, "We are all products of social and moral discipline!"
"The school instills morality into us, society sets all kinds of rules, and family brings all kinds of restrictions..."
"But these... are actually imposed on us by others..."
"Shackles that restrict, imprison, and oppress us!"
"Put on the mask and let go of those rules..."
As he said that, Cen Mai recited to his heart's content, "There are lords and gentlemen who regard the world as a dynasty, ten thousand years as a moment, the sun and moon as a window, and the eight wastelands as a thoroughfare..."
Ling Ping'an listened and it was as if a string had been plucked in his heart.
He slowly put on the mask.
When the mask was put on, a brand new feeling rose in his heart.
The world in his eyes seemed to have become more interesting because of this!
Multicolored light and dense mist surrounded it.
His mentality also underwent an extremely subtle and peculiar change because of this.
Thus, Ling Ping'an laughed and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Quietly listening but not hearing the sound of thunder, familiar but not seeing the shape of Mount Tai, not feeling the cold and heat cutting the muscles, not feeling the desire for profit. Looking down on all living things, they are like duckweeds floating in the Jianghan river for three years. Two brave attendants are like moths and insects! "
Cen Mai watched as Ling Ping'an put on the mask. He laughed proudly, feeling as if he had saved another lost person.
Thus, he swaggered towards the dancing floor where the lights were shining brightly and the voices of the crowd were boisterous.
As he walked, he called out, "Come on …"
But …
Ling Ping'an, on the other hand, stood on the spot and said softly, "Suanni and Borer..."
He repeated, "Moccasins and borer flies …"
"Everything in the world is nothing more than this!"
This world instantly became insignificant in his eyes.
The arrogance and indifference that had been suppressed in his heart rose.
In his eyes, the people in this world had all become mayflies.
Everything instantly became dull and tasteless.
In his arms, the kitten Bastet's body seemed to be nervous.
All the hair on its body stood on end.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and smiled. He gently stroked it, "Don't be afraid!" He comforted it in a low voice, "Little darling, I won't hurt you!"
Thus, he strode forward.
The human heart under the mask was extremely arrogant in an instant!
Ling Ping'an even felt that at this moment, he was not alone.
Liu Ling, Li Bai... Countless poets that he had once liked were possessed at this moment.
He was like Liu Ling when he was drunk to everything in this world.
It was just a momentary Suanni and a borer fly that was born in the morning and died in the evening.
He was as carefree as Li Bai towards everything in this world.
The Son of Heaven refused to board the boat when he called for it, claiming to be a wine immortal!
Wrong!
What was the Son of Heaven?
Ling Ping'an raised his head. The Son of Heaven was just a thing that was born in the morning and died in the evening.
He was a gentleman.
A gentleman who regarded heaven and earth as a day and ten thousand years as a moment!
The sun and moon were just a window made of paper. The world was just a corner of the courtyard.
It was nothing special, and it was no big deal.
At this moment, Ling Ping'an only had one feeling in his heart: a grain of sand in the vast ocean. He sighed at the lack of light of the sun and moon because of the shortness of the Yangtze River.
Therefore, he hugged the bright moon to sleep and used the flying immortal as his servant!
The universe was just a pond!
He gently lifted his foot.
He took a step forward.
His footsteps were light as he stepped on the ground as if he was stepping on a sponge.
He smiled.
But he had a faint feeling in his heart that this was not good.
It was better not to play like this in the future.
But now...
He would play first!
He touched his cat. The kitten was very small, its body was very soft, and it was very smooth to the touch. It was as if he was touching a peerless beauty written in the book, a beauty that could topple cities.
There was even a faint fragrance in his nose.
This fragrance seeped into his heart, making his spirit a little excited.
Following Cen Mai's footsteps, he walked into the dance floor in front of him.
The dancing lights swayed in front of him. Countless men and women swayed to the manic music.
But...
"What kind of music is this?" Ling Ping'an shook his head, "How can such low-level, error-filled, and meaningless noise be called music?"
For some reason, at this moment, Ling Ping'an felt that his mind was incomparably clear.
Everything he had seen before, or even just glanced at, existed in his mind in its original form.
He even felt that he was omnipotent.
"This Liu Ling possession is too much!" He thought.
But it felt very good.
So, even though he knew that something was wrong.
But he also enjoyed it.
In one sentence, he was so happy that he forgot about home.
"Is this the Goddess of Heaven?" Ling Ping'an thought.
In front of him, Cen Mai, who was wearing a mask, had already mixed into the dance floor and started to sway with the music.
Ling Ping'an shook his head, "Boring!"
In his eyes, the men and women on the dance floor were indeed boring.
Just like how humans would not be curious about the dance party of ants in their nest.
In his eyes, this kind of swaying dance was simply a waste of time.
Not only was there no beauty to speak of, but there was also no technique to speak of.
The key was that it was inferior, stupid, and useless!
The real dance had always been...
The dance of civilization...
The dance of war...
The dance of survival...
Or...
The dance of truth!
Although he didn't know why he had these thoughts.
But that was what he thought in his heart.
Such a decadent sound, such a low-level dance.
It made Ling Ping'an very unhappy.
Thus, he stepped forward and walked to the music stage above the dance floor.
He wanted to tell these people, these ants and bugs in his eyes, what was real music? What was a real dance!
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