"When I came to Beicheng from afar, I saw groups of Japanese with blue and white faces, bloody mouths, hairy hair, and gaping eyes. They were eating human flesh and eating human souls..."
At the front of the exorcism team, a man and a woman wearing masks of an old man and an old woman, one holding a fly whisk and the other holding a mahogany sword, danced, walked and sang. Behind them followed a long line of playful children, each with a doll's mask on their face. Among them were clowns wearing ghost masks acting as "devils", and some children laughed and picked up small children. Pebbles and rotten vegetable leaves were thrown at the clowns, who just tried to dodge, causing the crowd to boo and shout and kill, as well as all kinds of players playing music, playing, playing, and singing. It was so chaotic that no tune could be heard, and it was just... Just for fun.
The bright-eyed and white-toothed little girl didn't have much time to react, and was so confused that she was swept in by the crowd of people walking by. It is difficult for people to use their cultivation skills even if they are next to each other. She was thinking about how to escape without leaving any trace, so as not to frighten the little carrot heads in the street who were no taller than her neck. It’s almost impossible to keep your balance in the crowd without your feet touching the ground.
However, her fully embroidered red dress is really different. Her appearance, which is more outstanding than her clothes, and her rare eye color make it difficult not to attract attention. More than one person came over curiously and asked her where she lived, where her parents were, and other questions that sounded like they were trying to abduct children. Some people called her a "fairy" or a "princess", and her fluttering sleeves were touched by several people along the way. The snot-faced little kid was being dragged around, and she could hear the babbling little girl behind her, who was being held in the arms of her parents, counting the number of birds on her coat...
An enthusiastic elder sister squeezed to her side and said, "Hi, little girl, you look so nice in your dress! The procession is about to arrive in front of the palace gate. You stand in front and let the gods of Tianjia and Kunlun see it. Be happy, maybe there will be a reward!"
The little girl is very uncomfortable with this kind of atmosphere, but she is also not good at rejecting others. Her hesitation leads to missed opportunities. The men, women, and children around were making noises. They seemed to find it very interesting to tease such a female doll who looked like she had walked out of a painting. Suddenly, someone put a cypress mask on her face, and she was pushed all the way to the front, with a group of people behind her. He shouted to her to learn how to dance like Nuo Weng and Nuo Mu, but she was at a loss. She had never learned how to dance. I wonder if she could handle it by dancing with a sword?
The nine-section whip hidden in the long-sleeved shirt was clasped tightly. She could only hold the hilt of the sword. When she was about to draw out the long sword, she suddenly stretched out a plain hand and held it lightly but without losing strength. He grabbed the wrist that held her sword.
"I'm sorry, everyone, this is my lost young lady. Her family members are all looking for her."
The young girl who appeared out of nowhere, with a smile on her face, successfully dragged the golden elixir-stage monk away from the traveling team.
"By the way, how did you get into the crowd?" If she hadn't recognized the little girl's chest-length dress, the branch monks in the dark would have rushed up when the person drew his sword.
After summonsing several branch monks who were temporarily assigned to maintain public order on this street to return to their original positions, Rong Tong sighed and put down the jade slip.
"This junior was not thinking well for a while." The eldest lady Montessori beside her took off her mask with a look of shame, "I just accidentally came here for a walk, but they are so strange..." After all, there is no exorcism in Shuangyue City. customs.
"Hey, it's actually not a big deal. The main reason is that the Southern Jin Dynasty is an extraordinary period now, and we have to be more careful about this kind of comprehensive festival."
They were currently on the roof of a house. Rong Tong performed a dust removal technique and pulled Mengmeng to sit down together.
"Speaking of which, where is your husband? He just lets his wife wander the streets alone during the Chinese New Year?"
Mengmeng's hands were clasping his knees in a regular manner, "We met a brocade office that weaved brocade for the Southern Jin Palace before, and we observed the weaving of brocade there. He was very interested in this skill, and it happened that those palace people They were all very willing to teach, so he went to ask them for advice.”
"Yunjin..." Could it be the legendary fabric that requires a jacquard wooden machine several people high to weave, and skilled workers can only weave a few centimeters a day? It cannot be replaced by machines in 9012, and is the fabric with the highest traditional technology content in China for thousands of years?
Rong Tong suddenly had a terrible thought, "He won't plan to use his spiritual consciousness to..."
"Probably." Mengmeng nodded.
Rong Tong felt suffocated. Previously, with Miss Meng's nod of agreement, she asked her fiancé about spiritual embroidery. Feng Yuji suggested that if she wanted to get started, she could start with needlework and practice until she could use her spiritual consciousness. Pass through nine side-by-side needle holes in one breath, and you will become much more stable when you start practicing embroidery. After that, she used almost all the spare time to practice tirelessly, and recently she was able to... pick up silk threads with her spiritual consciousness.
——Then tell her that high-end players no longer even care about embroidery, and now they are weaving intangible cultural heritage national treasures instead?
She felt heartache, and she smelled the smell of pickled fish on New Year's Eve. It was her own micro manipulation, it was sour, vegetable and superfluous.
In order to appease her hurt heart, she began to take out bags one by one from the Qiankun bag, fried peanuts, fried melon seeds, fried walnuts, winter melon candies... Finally, she even held up a target with straw stuck in it. Candied haws, candied apples, candied grapes, candies, etc... It is simply the dream of all children who love snacks in this time and space.
"Eat, eat, eat, you're welcome-" she greeted.
Mengmeng hesitantly and cautiously grabbed a handful of fried peanuts, "Thank you, senior." She peeled off a peanut kernel with some unfamiliarity, "Senior, do you like these foods?"
"I can't say I like it very much." These New Year's goods used to be placed in her living room. From New Year's Eve to the end of the first lunar month, no one touched them. They were just for show to enhance the atmosphere. She even hates the Chinese New Year because all the major internet celebrity stores are closed during this period, so if she wants to drink milk tea, she has to go to KFC.
"But I visited all the restaurants in the city, and these are the only ones that can be eaten." It is difficult to switch from luxury to frugality. She finished a bunch of candied haws, and the thick sugar coating was so sweet that she was sad.
Mengmeng was confused and didn't quite understand. She was born in Shuangyue City where monks and mortals lived together. She had never eaten whole grains since the foundation was established. What's more, Kunlun is the number one immortal sect in the world, and Feng Yuji can't even tell the difference between rice and wheat. It was the first time that she had seen a Kunlun Nascent Soul being so obsessed with food and drink.
Rong Tong was so fed up with the candied haws that she began to think of new ways to eat them. She crushed three hard walnuts with her bare hands, ground the kernels into fine pieces, and picked out a candy apple. Above her empty palm, the air suddenly Slightly distorted by the rising temperature, she carefully leaned over the candy apple - in ancient times, Steve Zhou, the God of Cookery, fried an egg with fire in his palm, but now she allows her to melt the sugar coating online.
"Boom -" a half-person-high flame rose into the sky, burning her apples into charcoal.
...Oh, it’s okay, don’t panic, it’s a small scene. The fireball she rubbed last time almost burned through the six-meter-high beams of the Ziwei Building, but this time there was improvement.
She threw away the charred corpse of the candy apple and turned to look at Mengmeng as if nothing had happened, "I heard that you are very good at cultivating your spiritual consciousness. Senior is going to give you a test——"
Mengmeng: "?"
After half a stick of incense, all the roasted seeds and nuts had been shelled, and crushed peanuts, walnuts, and melon seeds were evenly spread on the sugar-coated surface. It looked quite pleasing to the eye.
"Is this okay, senior?"
"Okay, okay," Rong Tong picked off a melon seed stuck to the corner of his mouth and bit off half a hawthorn in one bite. "This is indeed much more delicious, don't you think?"
"...It seems so." Mengmeng said softly, eating the candied haws in small bites. After getting along for a while, she felt Rong Tong's casualness. The closer distance made her gradually less formal, but she still maintained an upright attitude, probably due to her always strict tutoring.
Just... so cute, like that kind of little lop-eared rabbit holding her own carrot and gnawing and gnawing at it. Although... although, with the unscientific urine in the world of cultivation, she can't be sure of her. Is the actual age really as young as it appears...but, looking at it, I really want to trick her into giving birth to a daughter! !
"They paraded in front of the palace gate!" The little girl raised her head and stretched her neck to look in the direction of the palace. Sure enough, she still couldn't hide her curiosity about Nuo dance and kept an eye on the parade.
"Really?" Rong Tong released his consciousness and was pulled over from hundreds of feet away. The crowd of Nuo dancers seemed to be right at their feet.
"...Fortunately, Kunlun Immortal held the ghost-slaying sword in his hand and drew thunder from the sky. When he came down, he broke his ribs and pulled out his tendons. He pulled out his tongue and cut off his lips. Grind the inside and grind the inside of the pan. The wok is boiled and fried. Beans and vinegar. Set on fire, grab with a gun. Cut with a knife, chop the meat..." Nuo Weng and Nuo Mu led a group of little radish heads to sing and dance.
Hey~~the folk songs of the masses in ancient times are a bit inappropriate for children!
"They seem to be singing about the chaos of demonic things in the north of the city a month ago." Mengmeng said thoughtfully, "But the people in Bian Ancheng don't seem to know that it was you who eliminated the demonic things..."
"No, no, your husband also contributed." Rong Tong broke off a candied grape and threw it into his mouth. "Actually, whether they know me or not has no influence on me. They can remember the good things about Kunlun, Kunlun This will temporarily consolidate the people's hearts, and then my obligation as the leader of this selection will be fulfilled."
Besides, let's just say her worries are unfounded, but any excessive reputation may cause unnecessary trouble for her. Under the guidance of the safety-first policy, she can just live with it.
However, it is indeed not very comfortable to make a wedding dress for the group of fishing experts who have discovered the inner gate of Kunlun. Therefore, this credit does not go to her, nor does it go to anyone on earth——
"...Sacrifice to the sky, worship Emperor Xuan, and get rid of monsters and monsters thanks to the immortals descending. I wish you good luck and no disasters!" After singing the last Nuo lyrics, the crowd who had already traveled to the palace gate burst into warm cheers. , it happened that the monks from the new branch of the Southern Jin Dynasty were carrying the statue of Emperor Xuan slowly flying over from low altitude. The new king and his concubines stood on the city wall and worshiped from a distance. The eunuch in charge of the ceremony read: "Blessed Emperor Xuan, His Majesty, may you be blessed." Extend the new day, celebrate the longevity without borders——"
"Your Majesty Xuanhuang, may you extend the blessings of the new day and celebrate the boundless longevity -" all the people raised their arms and shouted, and fireworks were set off at the city gate. In the firelight that illuminated half of the sky, the festive atmosphere was pushed to a climax. .
"That statue of Emperor Xuan..." Mengmeng couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"I specially asked someone to reshape my face. It turns out that the look is too easy to scare children into tears." Rong Tong is very satisfied with her masterpiece. Under the colorful fireworks, the golden body of the leader of Kunlun is wearing a Taoist robe, holding a sword in his left hand and a flower in his right hand. The artistic image draws on Arafat and Manjusri Bodhisattva, combining Chinese and Western styles, which not only expresses the desire for peace and prosperity, but also shocks the people. Some separatists who wreak havoc have profound implications. His long white beard and white hair fluttered in the night wind, his eyes had deep creases, and bags under his eyes drooped to the corners of his mouth. His overall image was very "fairy-like". I love Chinese website
I'm sorry, Xiao Gong. Although you should be a handsome guy according to the original work, after all, women are not the general trend. Let's come from the masses to the masses and take the approachable and simple route.
Rong Tong said solemnly: "As Junzhou monks, we should naturally unite closely under the leadership of Lord Shangqing. All glory belongs to Emperor Xuan!"
"Senior is so righteous!" The eyes of the little girl next to her were full of admiration. She didn't even realize that she had moved closer to "Senior". Rong Tong couldn't help but touched the top of the little girl's head. Soft hair.
The fireworks didn't end until just before midnight, but the two of them had already eaten a lot.
The last bunch of candied haws was held in the little girl's hand. She supported her chin with one hand and looked up at Rong Tong. "Senior, have you been alone tonight?"
"Ah, yes..." Rong Tong was in the process of destroying the corpses at the empty target, and was startled when he heard this.
"Then why don't you stay with us? I heard that Bian'an City has the custom of setting off sky lanterns at midnight when the old and the new are handed over. I'll ask my husband to tie one more for you." There was a trace of small lanterns in her green eyes. of joy.
"I want to come, but I'm afraid that Mr. Feng will give me a resentful look in the future. If I interfere with a young couple, I will be struck by lightning." Rong Tong smiled, "Thank you, but I have been a person for many years. People who celebrate New Year’s Eve have their own contentment and fun.”
The little girl quietly moved closer to her again, "But at this time every year, my husband will be with me. He told me that although everyone has to grow up and learn to be alone, they must Meeting the most important person at a fixed and agreed time, no matter it is a day, a moment or just one person, this is not dependence, it is just for peace of mind. Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, and time is the passerby of hundreds of generations. In this world, we can tie each other to each other. , just people and people.”
Rong Tong was stunned, as if soft feathers were gently scratching the most secret place in her heart, and something inside her body shivered slightly. But her face remained calm and peaceful, "If he treats you like this, you will definitely be very happy together."
She stood up lightly and passed her hand over, "Come, your husband is coming over."
After all, the consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage was wider than that of Jin Dan. Meng Meng got up with her strength and realized that the familiar figure was approaching quickly with a flying sword.
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you..." Feng Yuji jumped off the flying sword.
"No, Mengmeng is so good that I can't bear to hand her over to you." Rong Tong smiled, "When are you getting married, don't forget to invite me!"
Feng Yuji blushed a little, and Mengmeng gently pulled her hand, "Shuangyue City's cold cakes and gourd chicken are particularly famous. If senior comes, I will treat you to a banquet."
Rong Tong's heart softened completely, "Okay, it's agreed!"
Mengmeng nodded solemnly, Rong Tong let go, she ran lightly towards Feng Yuji, and jumped onto his flying sword.
Feng Yuji bowed to her and said goodbye, and the two slowly took off into the sky. She heard the conversation between lovers that did not shy away from her——
"I'm late, are you still having fun alone?"
"I am not alone. Senior Ziguang has been with me just now. She is a very good person."
"You like getting along with her?"
"Well, I like it. Staying with her is like staying with you. I feel very comfortable."
"Mongmeng... that's different..."
"..."
"Wait a minute -" Rong Tong suddenly said on the roof. The monk's five senses were so sensitive that the two people in the air stopped in surprise.
A jade slip flew over like a stream of light. Mengmeng subconsciously reached out and took it, but he didn't know why.
"Go back and take your time, and remember that the fewer people you see, the better. I can't explain clearly for a while, and the things on the jade slip may not necessarily happen. Everything depends on your own judgment." Rong Tong I didn't shout loudly on purpose, but the person who should hear it would naturally hear it clearly.
"Senior, what on earth is this..." Mengmeng still didn't understand, but Feng Yuji gently held her shoulder.
"Thank you, sir. I will read it carefully when I get back." He cupped his hands and bowed.
Rong Tong waved his hand, indicating that the young couple could go away in peace and contentment. The flying sword in the air flew towards the bright fireworks in the distance again until it turned into a small dot in sight.
"It's still a spoiler after all, but I hope none of the plot will happen."
She sighed, sat down again, straightened her skirt, and rested her chin on her knees, waiting for the last moment of the old year to arrive.
A firework "squeaked" up into the night sky higher than other fireworks. "Bang -" exploded with a loud bang, as gorgeous as the last sound. Sure enough, after every spark fell with white smoke behind it, no other fireworks took off.
The silence was only momentary. When the long bells rang out from the bell towers on the four walls, the lights on the long street were as bright as the sea.
Someone was shouting "Three, two, one, let go -"
The mountains roared with joy and the tsunami roared. Countless Kongming lanterns left the ground and headed towards the direction of the wind and the endless night. Voices of exclamation came one after another. From near the ground to high in the sky, the entire Bian Ancheng sky was lit up with red lights. The scene was extremely exciting. Shocking. The city, which had been closed under a curfew and completely silent all night long, turned into a city that never sleeps, a city that is thousands of times more beautiful at night than during the day.
Among them, there is also one that the handsome young man and the little girl released together. Even though the monks can fly much higher than those Kongming lanterns, they still devoutly participate in the rituals of ordinary people. What will be written on the lantern? Is it something like "Wish to win the heart of a person and stay together forever"?
Rong Tong smiled again, the night wind swaying her steps. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, "Happy New Year!"
At this time, she suddenly felt her body become weightless for a moment, and then she heard the wind whistling by her ears.
She hurriedly opened her eyes. She was about to be on guard, but she found that she was floating in the night sky without knowing it, surrounded by thousands of sky lanterns.
Each Kongming lantern has a cartoon painted on it, including high-rise buildings, busy traffic, the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, the Eiffel Tower and the Statue of Liberty, as well as the ancient tower and the landmark Sailing Building in the coastal city in my hometown. From the red and white Nokia sliders that were all the rage in their high school days to the iPhone 45678 Plus, the sub-war bullet high-speed rail that suddenly appeared all over the country after graduating from college, all the characters in Honor of Kings, and the white men and women sitting on the three-bouncer in the chicken game...
She shuttled through the sea of lights, and occasionally saw some "cut corners" pictures, such as a bottle of Fengyoujing, a pack of Nestle instant coffee powder, a slightly familiar pink pen, and a "paper fan" made of scratch paper. ", an old-fashioned ceiling fan covered in thick dust, an iron plate designated for serving rice in the cafeterias of domestic universities, middle schools and primary schools... Finally, she stopped in front of a Kongming Lantern, with a simple meal for two drawn on it, consisting of two bowls of rice noodles and It consists of two cups of milk tea. One cup of milk tea is picked up by a petite hand, while the milk tea on the opposite side is placed on the edge of the table. The more angular hand holds chopsticks to fiddle with the sour beans and beef on the rice noodles.
As a native of the southeastern coast who is not good at eating spicy food, she had never eaten rice noodles with red oil in the soup before going to college. Even if she tried it later, she would just sit in the fly restaurant and be choked by the spicy food in silence. Teeth grin. All the scenes are realistic, but this one——
A fresh, salty, sour and spicy smell suddenly drifted in the wind. Rong Tong followed the smell and turned around. The hem of her skirt swirled into beautiful cascading arcs, and the golden thread on the edge flashed. She almost touched a small table and sat on the floating mat opposite her. The young man wore a plain gauze Taoist robe like the immortal in the painting. The two of them faced each other as if they were attending a feast together. However, the food and portions on the tables in the middle completely restored the food and portions in the later paintings.
The young man's fine-boned fingers dexterously controlled the chopsticks, gently playing with the pickled beans and beef on the rice noodles.
"Happy New Year." He raised his eyes, and the lights in the sky fell into his eyes.
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Every day when I stay up late, I shout in my heart, "The boss and the employer must have some emotional scenes with the protagonist!!!"
As a result, the result is that the battle line has been extended to 10,000 words, and your rice-fan boy has appeared again... Wuwuwu is in self-doubt.
