Chapter 29: Self-cultivation of Love Tribulation (29)

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"Hang out, hang out, hang out!"

Lingchan put her hands on the table in front of Bai Ruisong and said, "Come with me to the theater!"

Bai Ruisong: "...There are hundreds of people waiting for me to entertain them outside."

"Then let them wait." Lingchan said matter-of-factly.

Bai Ruisong looked at her expression carefully and found that she was not joking. She remained silent: "..."

Lingchan said seriously: "I know you want to give these people a blow."

"They are not worthy of your warm banquet and your careful hospitality."

Bai Ruisong knew that Lingchan was right.

Most of the people he invited today were criminals who should be jailed immediately and sentenced to death.

But these people are deeply rooted in the local area. If you want to avoid disturbing the people and make the transition smooth, you cannot use rough methods...

Bai Ruisong explained to Lingchan, who nodded and smiled: "Then let them wait. Anyone who dares to cause trouble is disrespecting the city lord!"

Bai Ruisong was startled and suddenly understood.

He has a master in martial arts, whose cultivation is unmatched in the world, and he has Lingchan in Wen. Although she has never admitted it, the surname Wen must be a clan...

So what if it’s rude?

The matter of human sacrifice should not be exposed. If these wealthy families do something they shouldn't do, they will be thrown into prison!

Bai Ruisong smiled and said, "Okay."

He said warmly: "Where do you want to go, Miss Wen?"

"Go to the theater!"



Tonight happens to be the temple fair that happens once a month, and the streets are very lively.

There are vendors everywhere, holding flags, shouting to greet customers, or hawking enthusiastically.

But wherever Lingchan passed, there was complete silence. Everyone's eyes were glued to Ling Chan's face, motionless like a stiff puppet, only their eyes would follow Ling Chan.

[I originally thought that the people in the Xianxia world would not be so exaggerated. 】Lingchan complained to the system that it was rare to complain about her beauty.

She put a magic spell on her face in a familiar manner. Anyone who saw her would think that this person was ordinary-looking.

Peerless beauty can sometimes bring trouble. This is the trouble of great beauty.

Bai Ruisong frowned and said warmly, "Can you give me one too?"

He said calmly: "I often patrol the government offices. There are many people walking on the street today, and I may be recognized by my subordinates... It is rare to go out to play, and I don't want to be disturbed."

Speaking of the latter part, he seemed a little embarrassed. His eyes that were originally looking at Ling Chan moved down and fell on the necklace around Ling Chan's neck.

Lingchan smiled and said, "Mingyuan is considerate."

Mingyuan is Bai Ruisong's name. In Yan State, only very close friends would call him this.

Lingchan could tell that not wanting to be recognized was just an excuse made by Bai Ruisong. He didn't want Lingchan to be the only one covering her face, for fear that she would be sad.

If she really didn't want to be disturbed, she also didn't want her to be disturbed by irrelevant people.

Bai Ruisong's face was on fire. He coughed and changed the subject, "Ask the girl to cast a spell."

With a snap of Lingchan's fingers, the dazzling husband in the crowd immediately disappeared into the crowd. All the eyes that were originally scanning the two of them equally were focused on Fuyaoguang.

"How about it? Is my method easy to use?" Lingchan proudly asked Bai Ruisong for credit.

Bai Ruisong praised her: "Ms. Wen is amazingly talented and is the best in her field!"

"Calling Miss Wen is too unfamiliar. What's the relationship between us? Just call me Ah Chan..."

"There is a sugar painting shop there." Fuyaoguang suddenly said.

He moved around without changing his expression, and none of the flower branches thrown at him could fall on him.

These attentions and glances meant nothing to him.

So Fuyaoguang couldn't understand what these two people were talking about.

He looked at Lingchan and Bai Ruisong smiling at each other, feeling a rare feeling of impatience.

Fuyaoguang then pointed to the sugar painting shop in front of him.

Lingchan was indeed interested.

Her mouth was as sweet as honey, and even though she no longer had her invincible pretty face, with her smile and sweet words, she coaxed the stall owner into handing the spoon to Ling Chan with a smile on his face, and even gave Ling Chan some tips on sugar painting.

Lingchan took a small spoon and drew two simple flowers seriously.

Lingchan first handed the plum blossoms to Bai Ruisong and said with a smile: "Break the plum blossoms and give them to Mingyuan. Mingyuan is in my heart, just like plum blossoms, with a fragrance that spreads far and wide."

Bai Ruisong took it with a smile.

The peach blossoms were given to Fuyaoguang, which made Chan a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Many people gave peach blossoms to the Lord of the City tonight, but the Lord of the City didn't accept any of them. I wonder if I can only make an exception?"

Fuyaoguang took the peach blossom and said seriously: "Thank you."

Bai Ruisong smiled and said: "Miss Wen is very determined. The sugar painting she painted for the first time is so exquisite, with concise and vivid lines..."

Bai Ruisong praised people with his brilliant literary talent, quotations from classics, and gorgeous rhetoric, which made Ling Chan smile from ear to ear. She said, "You have already said that you can just call me Ah Chan! Don't call me Miss Wen!"

"Okay..." Bai Ruisong only said half of what he said.

Fuyaoguang asked Lingchan, "Didn't you say you were going to the theater?"

"...Yes, there is such a thing!"

Lingchan almost forgot all about it!

Saying goodbye to the sugar painting stall owner, the three of them went to the theater instead.

The stage was set up in the open space in front of the temple. The stage built by the villagers was far less exquisite and grand than the one in the city lord's palace. It was just a simple wooden stage.

A man in a broad robe and big sleeves, dressed as a counselor, came on stage first, swinging his big sleeves and singing: "Alas..."

The sound was clear and beautiful, and seemed to be able to pierce the clouds and the sun. Even Lingchan, who didn't like to listen to operas, let out a wow, full of amazement.

"so amazing……"

She quickly calmed down and enjoyed the show that the people had arranged for them.

The young master, whose family was ruined and who escaped from Huachun Mansion, met the city lord who could clearly understand his grievances. In the process of redressing the case for the innocent, they also met the immortals who marched here...

The people didn't know that Fuyao Guang was a fake city lord who was promoted by Bai Ruisong, and they didn't know that Lingchan was just a monk with mediocre cultivation...

In their eyes, they eliminate evil and promote good, and they are truly the best people in the world!

When the two of them rescued the people who were lost in Hanshan City, the audience cheered loudly. Someone spoke loudly in a local accent and said proudly: "Our third aunt's niece was saved by an immortal! The immortal is good!" "

The play on the stage was still going on, but the audience was already bustling with people, loudly thanking the immortal for his kindness. The actor who played the immortal Lingchan on the stage simply added a song to thank the locals for their love for him, and the audience laughed. …

Lingchan sat in the cheerful hustle and bustle of the world, smiling so hard that her face was hot and her eyes were moist. She held Bai Ruisong's hand, holding Fuyao Light in her right hand, and asked: "So are we so powerful?"

Fuyaoguang lowered his eyes and stared at Lingchan, silently.

Bai Ruisong, who was on the other side, also smiled and said: "Miss Wen is full of wisdom and strength..."

"Achan!" Lingchan interrupted him dissatisfied.

Bai Ruisong followed the good and said, "Miss Ah Chan is so good, everyone likes you."

His eyes are gentle and soft, and the stars in the sky and the soft world of mortals are all reflected in his gentle eyes.

Lingchan was stunned for a moment, then giggled to herself.

Reader Angels are so good, I like you too~~

(End of chapter)