The market is bustling with people coming and going, the shouts of vendors are still ringing in my ears, and the fireworks in the sky are still rising and falling continuously.
Master Yun Chu touched the ends of his hair hanging on his chest, as if he was remembering something, and he was busy groping for the small cloth bag tied around his waist.
Zi Sangning stared at Master Yun Chu who was unknowingly tinkering with Shi Laozi. He had a pair of narrow and long peach blossom eyes, with the ends of his eyes slightly upturned.
What medicine is being sold in the gourd?
"Celestial Master Zisang, happy new year." Master Yunchu took out a plum blossom knot tied with a red brocade belt from his waist, with buttons on top and tassels on the bottom.
"Hey, as a New Year's gift, everyone else has it, so you can't miss it. Although we have misunderstandings, we can forget all the grudges with a smile." So, let me go.
I've been trying to please you so much, so I'll just give it up. Master Yun Chu thought silently in his heart and did not dare to say it out loud.
Zi Sangning just stopped suddenly, his face was slightly stiff, and he was speechless.
Zi Sangning lowered his eyes, her figure reflected in his dark pupils, and his eyes were gleaming, making it difficult to see his emotions.
"We fairies are very generous, we do good deeds and accumulate virtue."
"Why, aren't you happy?" Master Yun Chu looked at Zi Sangning who looked unhappy. He twisted the plum blossom knot around his fingertips and looked at it carefully. It doesn't seem that bad, right?
"New Year's gift?"
Master Yun Chu nodded, "You can tie it to the hilt of your sword. May you be satisfied and punish evil and promote good. I don't know how to use the Falun Knot, so I can only use a plum blossom knot instead. The meaning should be the same."
Zi Sangning crossed his arms: "Are you trying to please me?"
"What are these words?" Master Yunchu looked annoyed and tried to take back the plum blossom knot: "Am I this kind of person? We fairies are very generous. How can you judge the belly of us fairies with your villain's heart? "
Zi Sangning glanced at her with surprise: "Isn't it?"
"Of course not." Master Yunchu shook his head like a rattle and vowed: "We spirits are all aboveboard, okay? Master Zisang, this is my blessing to you."
Zi Sangning was dubious: "Really? Why don't I believe it?"
Master Yun Chu’s eyes were firm: “Of course it is, of course it is.”
"Hey, Heavenly Master Zisang, don't you have a sword? Then wouldn't my stuff be given away for nothing..." Master Yun Chubao suddenly noticed that Zi Sangning didn't have a sword at his side, and looked up at Zi Sangning in confusion.
Suddenly I remembered that I had never seen him use a sword, so what about the talisman? You can't wear it inside the talisman, right? There is no reason to take back the gift given, just give it to him and make him happy.
This ritual is reasonable as long as it exists.
Looking at the girl with slightly opened almond eyes in front of her, her eyes seemed to be filled with fireworks under the sky, the stars were twinkling, and her eyes were clean and clear.
Zi Sangning was a little stunned. He held the plum blossom knot that was still warm in his hand. His throat moved slightly and he wanted to speak, but the taste changed when it reached his mouth: "Yes, it's a pity."
"Um?"
"Hey, my lamp, cough..." A few sharp coughs were heard, and several lamps rolled down and stopped at Master Yun Chu's feet.
An old man in his seventies slowly walked out from the stall. His eyes were narrowed into thin slits, one hand was hanging on his back, his waist was bent and he was groping hard on the ground with the other hand, and his mouth was He was still mumbling, "Lamp... where is my lamp? I just heard the sound..."
Master Yun Chu quickly picked up the lamp and handed it to the old man: "Old man, your lamp is here."
The old man followed the sound and narrowed his eyes even more. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and slowly took the lamp in her hand.
"Girl, thank you! We are no longer useful when we are old. At night, we are like sparrows who cannot see anything. We are no longer useful when we are old..." The old man smiled kindly, with wrinkles all over his face. Formed into a ball, he suddenly took a deep breath to calm down.
"Bird blindness? Old man, if you pay more attention to conditioning your body, maybe it can be alleviated."
"Hahaha, it's okay to grow old. Girl, look at Lao Lao's rolling lantern? This is a craft inherited from our ancestors. After Lao Lao's improvement, it can only play Cuju." The old man said with a smile while holding his beard. He hurriedly handed over his own goods.
"Roll the lantern?" Zi Sangning looked at the old man's eyes and saw a dim purple light flashing across his eyes. He had already reacted in advance and stepped forward, blocking the way of Master Yun Chu.
"Hahaha, from that accent, are you a foreigner?" The old man turned back to the stall, and according to the light, his vision finally became clearer. He could only make out the outline of the person, but it was also blurry. It's like a white mist covering the eyes, which can't be dispersed even if it is waved.
"I'm not bragging. This thing is made of bamboo strips tied together. It has a fire candle inside and rice paste on the outside. Whether you throw it or roll it, the light will not go out. There is a saying in the script: 'Throwing a candle will make the air stable, and push it. Rolling on the ground is light. You see, I have also traced the colors on this paper in detail, which took me a lot of time." The old man pointed at the colorful rolling lantern, his eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't wait to share it with others. His results and joy.
"I didn't expect you, old man, to be not only skilled in such a craft, but also to delve into the dialogue book." Master Yun Chu stepped forward and took the rolling lamp from the old man's hand. He held on to the old man's hand on the lamp with his palm, and the light flowed. Dark turn.
The old man chuckled and waved a few fingers in front of them. "I'm old and useless, so I have to settle for this one. It only costs fifteen cents."
Zi Sangning looked at Master Yun Chu who was spinning the lantern with joy in his eyes. He took the first step and stuffed the money into the old man's palm. His voice was clear but not mixed with emotion, "Old man, I don't know if you have ever loved a storybook so much." Have you ever heard, 'When disaster strikes, you should prevent its onset; when disease manifests itself, you should eliminate its root cause'?"
"Naturally, naturally." The old man said sarcastically as he touched his white-spotted beard with trembling hands.
"Old man, please don't go astray in the dark." Master Yun Chu raised the rolling lantern and admired it carefully in front of his eyes. There was no shortage of words of praise, "This lantern is so beautiful. The old man is thoughtful."
"Let's go."
Watching the two people's figures drifting away, the old man stared at his palms and fell into deep thought, with a turbid glimmer in his eyes.
For a long time, the old man looked up to the sky and sighed, "Let's go, let's go..."
Along the way, both of them were speechless. Although Master Yun Chu's face was filled with joy, his eyes were dark, each with his own thoughts.
Standing on the Qingsang River Arch Bridge, looking at the lanterns drifting randomly on the Qingsang River without asking anything. Perhaps it was the bowl of noodle soup just now that made Master Yun Chu feel warm. He closed his eyes and felt the cool breeze blowing on his cheeks, which was very pleasant.
"Even the floating lanterns are so carefree." Zi Sangning looked at the lanterns floating on the river, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke.
Looking at him beside him, Master Yun Chu noticed with sharp eyes that there was a light-colored birthmark like a flower on Zi Sangning's forehead. It was hard to see it unless he looked carefully, but it added a bit of peach blossom eyes under his forehead. style.
Zi Sangning noticed her appraising gaze and glanced at her.
Someone suddenly said out of nowhere: "Taoist Priest Xuanzhen must have something important to do before he leaves here."
"He has someone he wants to accompany even though he has traveled thousands of miles." This is someone he absolutely cannot go to or see.
"That must be a close friend from afar, a gentleman's acquaintance."
"Hmm..." Zi Sangning frowned, then softened his expression, and finally responded in a low voice.
Master Yun Chu turned the lamp in his hand, and the paper was filled with bright colors: "Master Zisang, I want to ask you a question."
Zi Sangning nodded: "Yeah."
"Are you really sure that the house belongs to Taoist Priest Xuanzhen? The previous buyer has indeed lived there for many years." Master Yun Chu was unwilling to give up and wanted to take the opportunity to ask.
Zi Sangning did not answer her, but said harshly: "Don't ask!"
Who is this? Master Yun Chu sighed and considered himself unlucky again.
Master Yun Chu turned his back, looked at the lamp carefully, and ignored him.
The dim candlelight softly hit her face, casting a triangular shadow.
The sky was as dark as ink, and although the lights of thousands of houses in Qingsang County were brightly lit, giving light to the sky and the earth, they did not reveal a trace of light in a place not too far away.
There was silence all around, and even the little animals that were noisy at night had retreated into their nests early in the cold weather.
Someone was leaning on the hill in front of the tomb. The wine jars were scattered on the floor. You could smell the mellow and strong aroma of wine floating in the air, and there were still traces of agarwood on the ground.
The man touched the towering monument without words, burst into tears, drunkenly dreamed, and murmured drunkenly.
"Senior brother, the time is coming...I can't hold it anymore..."
"Three of my souls will return to the underworld, and my seven souls will die in the underworld... Hahaha..."
After the carnival, people went back to their homes one after another to observe Tai Sui with their families. There was no one on the street, and only the cold wind whistled outside, disturbing people's hearts like a ghost.
A couple hurried home on the street. Suddenly, screams were heard and a heavy object was thrown out of nowhere.
"Old man, be careful."
"Old woman, leave quickly."
Two urgent voices sounded at the same time.
Realizing the danger, he moved a step slower, and a net glowing with purple light came down, making him unable to move and unbearable physically and mentally. He felt that his whole body was in dire straits, and his consciousness gradually faded away.
"Ahhhh..." The rapid cry of pain was drowned in the wind and blown away.
"Don't worry, no one can leave." A low and rough voice came from the void.
A man in black floated over and stood in mid-air. His voice was hoarse and strange, and it was difficult to tell the origin. "I didn't expect to kill three eagles with one stone." Then he stretched out his hand and twisted it gently, and they turned into powder and ashes and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.
The streets were still as quiet as before, with strange shadows everywhere in the dark night and grinning teeth.
Under the pale moonlight, the man in brocade clothes lazily sat on the roof and watched all this indifferently.
He lazily poured a glass of wine and sipped it slowly. He casually kicked down the green jade melon and jade pot that was lying on the eaves.
The jade pot clanged to pieces in the dark night, accompanied by the man's deep voice: "Interesting, boring!"
A piece of snowflake fell into the wine glass, and before it melted, it sank to the bottom of the glass, reflecting his unclear emotions, and was drank by the man in brocade.
The coolness is strong to the bones, and the mellow fragrance remains.
The night is dark and everything is turbulent.
The cold wind still roared and tore off the big red lantern hanging high. The paper lantern lying on the snow was almost covered by the snow, and only the dim light was left struggling, which looked extremely strange.
