The first day down the mountain happened to coincide with the Shang Ri Festival.
The streets and alleys are noisy with gongs and drums, red lanterns are hung on the branches and eaves, and it is very lively.
"This is the Spring Festival in the human world!" Yan Wu Zhiyun enthusiastically introduced to Cen Shang that she had secretly gone down the mountain many times, and she had basically experienced all the interesting festivals in the human world.
"Oh, I see."
"Do you want to play with fireworks?"
"What are fireworks?" Cen Shang asked, like a heavenly messenger who could not eat the fireworks on earth.
"Huh? You don't even know what fireworks are?"
Cen Shang's eyes were clear and he shook his head: "I don't know."
Hearing Cen Shangyan's words, Yan Wu Zhiyun spoke excitedly as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood: "They are two very beautiful things. By the way, when the fireworks bloom, you can put your hands together and close your eyes to make a wish. It is said that and Making a wish on a shooting star has the same effect!"
"That's it."
"Yes, that's it! So do you want to play?"
"Do you want to play?" Cen Shang did not answer hastily, but asked Yan Wu Zhiyun.
"You ask me? Then I definitely want to play, but it costs money." His face drooped, a little sad.
"I'll pay for it." Cen Shang knew that this little guy loved money as much as his life, so he could only say this.
After saying that, he asked cautiously: "So... do you want to play?"
"I'd be so embarrassed if you came to pay." Yan Wu Zhiyun rubbed her hands, a little shy.
"It doesn't matter."
"I can rest assured if you say this." Yan Wu Zhiyun patted Cen Shang on the shoulder and pointed to a stall casually, "Let's go buy fireworks."
Walking to the stall, the old lady wearing reading glasses pushed up her glasses and looked at the two of them carefully.
After a while, he said: "Are you a pair of mandarin ducks?"
"We..." Cen Shang was about to speak when Yan Wu Zhiyun interrupted him.
Yan Wu Zhiyun waved her hands repeatedly: "We are not lovers, we are just brothers and sisters. Let's buy some fireworks."
The old lady's eyes lingered on the two of them: "Oh, that's right, it's not impossible for them to be brothers and sisters from the same sect."
Yan Wu Zhiyun helplessly raised her forehead: "Grandma, we really are not..."
"I sell all the fireworks and firecrackers." Cen Shang seemed to not want to continue the topic and handed the old woman a bag full of gold. "This is money."
"Okay!" The old lady was so excited when she saw the money, she even put the bag of gold on her wrinkled face and rubbed it, "I'll give it to you too from the stall."
After saying that, he jumped away like a young man of several decades.
"Uh...where did you get so much gold?" Yan Wu Zhiyun was confused. When did this guy have so much money?
Cen Shang said calmly: "The reward for the sect competition. There are also five or six boxes of gold. If you want it, I will give it all to you."
"This, this, how embarrassing."
"What's the relationship between us? Do you still need to be embarrassed?"
Yan Wu Zhiyun: "..."
Suddenly I realized that I didn’t seem to be able to answer this question.
Yes, what's the relationship? Is it just an ordinary brother-sister relationship?
"What's wrong?" Cen Shang asked when Wu Zhiyun didn't speak.
"fine."
"All right."
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That night, several beautiful fireworks bloomed in the black night sky, with different shapes, including lamb-shaped ones, dolphin-shaped ones, bird-shaped ones, and flower-shaped ones.
"It's so beautiful!" Yan Wu Zhiyun put her hands on the window sill and turned to look at Cen Shang, who was standing upright beside her.
Put your hands together and close your eyes tightly, as if making a wish.
A simple fool, she really believed it, so she just said it casually, not knowing if it would really work.
"What wish did you make?" When Cen Shang opened his eyes, Yan Wu Zhiyun asked in a gossipy tone.
"The wish won't work if you say it." Cen Shang didn't look like he was going to say it, but when he saw the disappointment in Yan Wu Zhiyun's eyes, he pursed his lips, as if he had made some kind of determination, " But if you want to know, I can tell you.”
Yan Wu Zhiyun: "I want to know."
"I want to be with you every year, because I like..."
Before he could finish his words, someone downstairs heard an exclamation: "It's been robbed!"
Dare you commit robbery in broad daylight?
How audacious!
Yan Wu Zhiyun clenched her fists and ran down the stairs.
Cen Shang followed closely behind.
"Thieves, stop, don't run." Yan Wu Zhiyun shouted with all her strength.
When the thief saw someone chasing him, he ran faster and looked back from time to time to see how far he was from Yan Wu Zhiyun.
"It hurts." When I turned around one time, I bumped into someone's shoulder and couldn't help shouting, "Are you blind? You can't walk without eyes."
The man said lightly "Oh" and hit the thief hard on the neck with his knife. The thief's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
"Ho! That young hero subdued the gangster! So awesome!"
"Yes, yes, and he is also very handsome."
"Hey, wait, don't you think he looks like the same person?"
"Who is it? Why don't I remember it?"
"'The No. 1 Young Swordsman'! If I remember correctly, he is the leader of the Lingyun Sect—Cen Shang!"
"It turns out to be Young Hero Cen Shang. I have an impression. I have an impression. He is the first in the sect competition."
Many people present recognized Cen Shang and praised him one after another.
"Whose is this?" He picked up the package that fell on the ground, raised it above his head, and asked.
"Mine, mine, this is mine." A short girl ran over and took the package.
The next second, he quickly clicked on the package a few times, and many hidden weapons flew out. People present were unable to dodge, and they were all stabbed into hedgehogs.
"Cen Shang, I didn't expect to fall for the bait so easily." The little girl took off the human skin mask on her face, and underneath the mask was the face of a middle-aged and elderly man.
"Who are you?" Cen Shang immediately became alert and tightened his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"First time we meet, I am Xu Hui, the leader of the Evil Dragon Sect."
Evil Dragon Cult? This is the place where Sonny is located, and it is also a cult that the elders say is difficult to deal with.
Cen Shang's mind was clear and he remembered everything about the Evil Dragon Sect in an instant.
"If you don't want anything to happen to this little girl, just follow me back." A cloud of black smoke tightly pinched the neck of Yan Wu Zhiyun who was hanging in the air. Yan Wu Zhiyun kicked her feet as hard as she could. Kick, as if struggling.
"Don't... leave me alone, leave quickly!" Yan Wu Zhiyun squeezed out a few words through her teeth.
"No, I can't leave!"
The leader saw that Cen Shang cared about this little girl, so he pinched the black smoke tighter. Yan Wu Zhiyun felt like he was almost out of breath.
Cen Shang was about to draw his sword: "Let her go!"
"If you had drawn the sword, she would have died here today."
"Okay, I won't pull it out." He let go of the hand holding the sword hilt, "What do you want me to do?"
