The place where she stopped the patrol happened to be an inconspicuous street corner. Therefore, her "arrival" as the real Nascent Soul did not arouse the attention of many ordinary people, waiting for her to calm down her aura and overly gorgeous appearance. After turning the corner of the street, it fell into the crowd like a drop of water, no longer noticeable.
Ah, when it was over, she walked away. It felt so good to hide her merit and fame. For a moment, she felt that she was pretty awesome.
Coincidentally, she heard exclamations from the crowd at this time. It turned out that tonight's celebration had reached its climax. She accidentally walked onto this street and saw someone climbing up to a high place and climbing hundreds of feet away. Under the long red cloth, a huge lamp wheel reveals the mountains and dews. With the naked eye, it is estimated to be about twenty meters high. There is a prayer flag flaunting at the top, which reads, "I sincerely wish the Supreme Saint Yuchen Xuanhuang Dao Lord to have endless longevity and blessings." There are at least a thousand colored paper lanterns hanging at the bottom. The layers rotate slowly, which can be described as radiant. People lined up and knelt down one by one on the futon in front of the lantern wheel, murmuring blessings, then got up and stepped forward to continue hanging their lanterns on it.
After all, cultivators have sharp ears and eyes. She curiously listened to the wishes of several "believers and good women", and found out that there were all kinds of wishes. She prayed that the people who worshiped in Kunlun would improve their cultivation to a higher level, and that her own children would be selected for the next Kunlun selection. , these are considered normal, and there are also those who seek for children, those who seek wealth, those who seek longevity, those who seek for a vicious mother-in-law to have her hair tied up as soon as possible, and those who seek to kill their husband’s extramarital affairs... It is really too real a fireworks scene.
She stood on the edge of the crowd, seemingly very close, but also like watching a fire from afar, her heart was frightened, but in the end it didn't matter. After traveling here for half a year, Rong Tong has felt homesick many times, missing home, missing her parents, missing the grass rabbit soup stewed by grandma and the taro noodles made by grandma herself, missing her few friends... and even... I thought about the Shaxian snacks and Liuzhou snail noodles downstairs of the company. What I miss today is her Huawei Honor 7i, which has been used for more than three years, and her Weibo, which did not have more than 2,000 followers before the Heizi attack.
After all, when a modern person finds that he cannot fit into the atmosphere of a scenic spot, he can't help but want to take photos and post them.
"Fairy, would you like a lantern? It's a must-have for praying on the street!" A clear and pleasant male voice sounded, between a boy and a man. Under the moonlight, it seemed like a clear stream separated the bustling crowd, far away passed into her ears.
Rong Tong was still immersed in the grief of mourning her mobile phone and the Internet. She looked sideways in a daze and found a roadside stall selling paper-tied lanterns in the shadow not far away. The stall owner was wearing short brown clothes and sitting cross-legged. On the ground, he wore a bamboo hat, lowered down to cover most of his face, only revealing a little bit of his fair chin.
"Why did you call me that? Maybe I'm an ordinary person!" Rong Tong looked at him in surprise. He sensed the aura around this man. He was undoubtedly a mortal without any cultivation. And he didn't even wear a sword. His appearance Is there anything different about the attire?
Moreover, she felt that her sense of presence should be quite low now, so she could still be noticed by sharp-eyed merchants and stall owners. Could it be said that this was really fate?
"Female families of ordinary families usually go out together or bring a maid with them. There are also some who go out alone at night and are well-dressed. I'm afraid they are all runaway slaves from wealthy families." The stall owner explained well-founded, but then he cleverly He changed the subject, "But looking at your magnanimity, you look like a goddess from Gushe. You should be a fairy from Kunlun."
Oh, this compliment is really a set of words.
However, this reminded her that the habit of directly translating modern thinking into this plane must be changed and must be changed.
"So, fairy, come and take a look at the lamps I have here. Look at the style and color, how elegant they are! They are all just tied up!" The stall owner continued to sell enthusiastically.
Rong Tong glanced at the paper lanterns stacked into a hill beside him, and was speechless. They were indeed very "elegant". They were all just a layer of white paper. Even the poles of the lanterns were made of randomly shaved willow wood, and even the varnish None of them go together.
"No...Boss, do you think your lantern is too plain?" If you really carry it out, let alone the Gushe fairy, others will think it's someone summoning spirits at first glance.
"Ah, this..." the stall owner put his hand into his bamboo hat and scratched his head, seeming a little troubled, "Actually, I originally wanted to draw some flowers, birds, fish and insects on the lamp, but I had to spend money to buy paints and brushes, so I had to Give it up."
...So the bamboo strips and paper used to make lanterns are all produced by ourselves? It's really a refreshing and refined way to be impoverished.
Rong Tong became a little more interested, "I can borrow your pen and ink. If you draw well, how about I buy your lantern?"
Now that we are here, instead of going back empty-handed and without any leaves, it would be okay to buy a souvenir.
"If I get the kindness of the fairy, I'd like to give it a try." The stall owner nodded happily.
So Rong Tong rummaged around in the Qiankun bag and handed him a brush that looked like it was made of goat hair. "Wait a minute, I remember I put several bottles of stone green and cyan..."
"No need to bother, Fairy's pen is a treasure." The stall owner weighed the pen tube and said with a smile, "Is there anything you want to draw?"
"Tonghua." After all, there is the word "tong" in her name.
"Tung flower?" The other party seemed to be sighing, "That is a very beautiful flower. It will remind people of the girl waiting for you in the misty rain during the Qingming Festival."
As he spoke, the pen was lowered and the ink spread. In a few moments, several branches stretched out from the top of the lantern. His long and pale fingers pointed at the penholder and moved it gently. The first flower with white petals and yellow stamens bloomed on the branch, and then It was the second, third... one after another that sprouted on the branches, budded, bloomed, the flowers became more and more blooming, and finally fell down and scattered in the large white space.
Only then did Rong Tong realize that his pen could automatically produce ink and change colors according to his wishes.
After sketching the last petal of the flower, he stopped writing temporarily and said, "Fairy, would you like to write a sentence?"
"Just write a sentence that suits the occasion."
So he wrote like a cloud of smoke and finished it in one go.
"What do you think of this, fairy?" He handed her the painted lantern.
Rong Tong looked at it carefully and felt that this time the white lantern was truly elegant. The picture was quiet and graceful, and even the words on the side were like the breeze coming out of the sleeves and the bright moon in the arms, which was quite rich and spiritual.
"Tonghua has traveled thousands of miles, and even the Korean language never stops." She softly read out the poem whose ink was still wet on it, and was a little surprised that there was also "Midnight Song" in the world of cultivation. "This poem goes very well with flowers, but tonight is Emperor Xuan's Christmas, so don't you need to avoid it?" She raised her head and smiled.
The stall owner was obviously stunned for a moment, and after reacting, his tone was a little helpless, "I really didn't expect this."
"I was negligent this time, so I'll draw another lantern as an apology."
Rong Tong just wanted to say no, she didn't mind too much, just keep it for collection. The other party had already picked up the pen again, and this time his hand speed was faster, but Rong Tong waited for him for nearly a stick of incense. Because their eyes were opposite, she could only see large patches of color flashing by occasionally.
"Okay." The stall owner put away the pen and handed it over with the bottom of the lantern. Rong Tong carefully picked it up.
But I was surprised by the world shown on the screen, the night, the long street with flowing lights, the huge lantern wheel, the people kneeling devoutly... and the girl in white clothes and white skirt, with long hair reaching her waist, only her back was left. , but constitutes the core of the entire picture. For a moment, the bustling world she faced seemed to turn into a lonely microcosm.
"...It's very beautiful," Rong Tong murmured after a long time, "but the painting technique is not like Junzhou's usual brushwork."
"I once saw the small portraits of people in Youzhou. They were lifelike and full of colors, so I got some inspiration. They were so nondescript that they even made the fairy laugh."
"No, it won't be..." Rong Tong looked at the picture on the lantern and shook his head slowly, "You are really good at painting. If you can stick to it, you might be able to do a lot in the future."
She tilted her head and looked at him seriously, "Thank you, I really like it. Please give me a price."
"Thank you, Fairy. I will give you ten copper coins."
Cheap! She almost wanted to give the stall owner a tip, but after rummaging through the bag for a while, she discovered something embarrassing...
Well, it's not that she didn't bring money, so such a vulgar and bloody plot wouldn't happen to her... It's just that among the circulating currencies she brought, the lowest value ones were spirit beads, a kind of bluestone with more impurities in the spirit mine. Roughly shape into a ball the size of a thumb cap.
...It's strange, she clearly remembers asking Baoqin to prepare some hard currency from the human world for her?
Ahem, okay. According to the current conversion rate, one spirit bead can be exchanged for ten taels of gold, and one tael of gold can be exchanged for six thousand coins...
No need to ask, the stall owner definitely doesn’t have the money to find it.
