On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the sky is in full bloom and hundreds of flowers welcome the spring.
On the day of the Flower Fighting Festival, lanterns were decorated in front of the Huaguan Hall, and countless carefully cultivated and colorful flowers filled the entire steps.
The gentle breeze on a warm day brings a mixture of fragrances, and many pedestrians and tourists flock to the Huaguan Hall, all for the birth of the flower fairy who is the master of today's fragrance.
However, there is another scene where others cannot see it.
Jiang Yu found a backpack, wrapped the black egg that had turned into silently into three layers, inside and outside, and put it in the backpack to take it out.
If she accidentally breaks out of her shell while she's out and frightens the servants of the Hu Mansion, that will be a big problem.
But he couldn't carry the Dengxian Sword with the backpack on his back. Jiang Yu worried for a long time, and finally tried Youxianlu, and unexpectedly found that Youxianlu could put the sword away.
She turned around to see if Youxianlu could put away the Flying Blade, but she didn't expect Youxianlu to spin a few times in her hand and spit out the red gourd.
It seems that psychic magic weapons cannot be swallowed.
Jiang Yu hung the red gourd on his waist in frustration, picked up the basket resignedly, and stepped out of the Hu mansion.
Xiangyang waited for her outside for a long time, and when he saw her coming out, he hurried over.
Jiang Yu looked up and was stunned.
She never thought she would see such a scene at the foot of the mountain.
Today, there is a flower fight, and flower spirits gather in the city. Mortals cannot see the faces of the mountain elves, but cultivators can see them clearly.
In front of the steps, small white and soft flower spirits the size of cotton ran past. They were full of spiritual energy and soared into the air. There were many men and women wearing flower crowns walking in the streets. They were full of temperament in their gestures and gestures, and they were comfortable talking to mortals.
There are even more condensed flying flowers all over the sky, among which a young girl flies into the sky, spreading to the world.
Jiang Yu was very moved by this harmonious scene of human and spiritual harmony.
"I didn't expect that besides Xianyun Mountain, there would be such a lively time in the world."
Seeing her dreamy look, Xiangyang laughed: "Where are you now? If you have been to Begonia Xiang Country, you will know what a fairyland on earth is."
Jiang Yu nodded: "I believe that Haitangxiang Country is a fairyland-like place, but Xuzhou Mansion at this time is even better than fairyland."
"It's a pity that mortals who have never practiced spiritual practice cannot see this. They just think that today is just a festival and they should celebrate it."
People were coming and going on the street, and flower spirits shuttled among them, covering the crowd with a thin layer of white mist. Under the morning sun, it was imprinted with layers of golden light.
The young man was dressed in fine clothes today, with exquisite silver jewelry around his neck, and silver bells on his wrists and ankles. He did not tie up his hair, but gathered it in one place and tied it with a hairband, and put a bracelet on his head. Exaggerated silver hair accessories.
Xiang Yang found a small cloth bag from somewhere and hung it sideways on his body. He didn't know what was inside, but it was quite bulging.
Jiang Yu noticed the swaying gold and stone ornaments on his head, and then looked at himself in plain clothes, feeling a little confused.
"You are not from the Haitangxiang Kingdom. Why are you celebrating a flower fighting festival and turning out the costumes of your Mi'ao tribe in such a solemn way? Or am I ignoring this too much and should be dressed up today?"
Xiangyang held his forehead, and when he buried his head, there was a tinkling sound on the top of his head.
"You are stupid." He leaned closer to Jiang Yu and whispered, "If the Flower Fighting Festival goes well today and the Dongtian Barrier opens, the two of us will definitely enter the Begonia Xiang Kingdom. I have to go back to life with the Xiang Lord, and the Vientiane Valley... you know Yes, I must be fully prepared, otherwise you will cut off the queen?"
Jiang Yu glanced at him in surprise: "You want to take action?"
But what Vientiane Valley is good at...isn't magic.
It wasn't because she was so slanderous, but she didn't like Xiangyang's three-legged cat skills very much.
Xiangyang blinked at her and showed a wicked smile, as if he had read her inner thoughts.
"Wrong, this move is not the other's move. Have you forgotten that although the people of Wanxiang Valley do not like to fight, their methods are not weak. Otherwise, how can I, Wanxiang Valley, gain a foothold in the hinterland of the Central Plains and be on an equal footing with the Yinshi Temple?"
Jiang Yu seemed confident when he heard what he said, so he nodded.
"Then you come later and I'll go ahead to explore the way first."
After crossing the Qingxi River and walking to the long bridge, the two followed the flying flower spirits up the stairs and arrived at the Huaguan Hall, which was full of flowers.
Xiangyang still held the dried peach he had just bought from Qiaotou Auntie in his hand. He took a bite of the sweet preserved fruit and looked around at the people passing by.
On the dozens of steps in front of the Huaguan Hall, pears and peaches grew randomly. The white and pink petals fell rustlingly, piled up all over the ground, and fell on the clothes of the two people. They were brushed away and came back, as chaotic as snow.
Many childish flower spirits chased each other on the steps, stirring up the breeze and caressing the faces of passers-by.
Jiang Yu gradually got used to the anomalies in Xuzhou Mansion today. She raised her head and saw that the large characters of Huaguan Palace on the steps were very soft.
"The sun is so nice today, I think things will go well."
Xiangyang narrowed his eyes and walked in front of Jiang Yu. He turned back to look at her and saw countless tourists under the steps going to pay homage to the Master of Flower Spirits and Incense.
After he sighed, a strong fragrance suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose.
Xiangyang blinked and said with some joy: "What is this? Why does it smell so good!"
Jiang Yu also smelled this familiar smell, and the two of them took a few steps forward and entered the Huaguan Palace.
It turned out that the two people who looked like father and son were running a stall selling crispy bone noodles.
"This is a unique specialty in Xuzhou Prefecture. Do you want to try it?"
Jiang Yu saw that his eyeballs were almost glued to the bowl and plate the young boy was holding, so he smiled and called him back to his senses.
Xiangyang couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he smelled this smell.
"Everyone says the food in Sichuan is good, and I think so too. Every bowl of noodles is so delicious."
Jiang Yu laughed, and she pulled Xiang Yang to sit down on the stall.
When the unruly boy saw a guest coming, he had just cleared the dishes and ran over immediately, taking out the rag and wiping the table.
He smiled and said: "Your distinguished guest looks familiar, but have you come to eat our noodles a few days ago?"
Jiang Yu nodded and threw out four coins.
"Two bowls of your crispy bone noodles, I'll treat my friends to have some too."
"Okay! Two bowls of crispy bone noodles! Hello, distinguished guests, here they come!"
The young man collected the money deftly and immediately turned around and walked towards the stall.
Xiangyang was a little curious and looked around.
"Okay Jiang Yu, I came here several days before you, and you can actually find such delicious food. I tell you, you still have to go to these small stalls and shops to eat, this kind is delicious. "
Jiang Yu picked up the teacup on the table and poured them each a glass of water.
She smiled: "The taste of this noodle stall is really good, the meat is crispy and fragrant, the noodles are chewy, and the soup is delicious. Last time I ate with the Pei family's elder brother."
"I didn't expect things to change in just a few days."
"It's such a pity."
Xiangyang became interested: "How did you know Pei Yuanshao was there that day?"
"It's just a coincidence." Jiang Yu took a sip of tea, "I just heard the proprietress selling preserved fruits say that the noodles here are delicious, so I met Pei Yuanshao. I guess it was God's kindness that allowed him to survive. "
"Stop it."
Xiangyang curled his lips.
"You are still a little girl, why don't you say a word of truth? If you hadn't been moved by compassion, how could he not be affected by being so close to the Rakshasa bird?"
Jiang Yu squinted his eyes, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"You think so far, why don't you look in front of you? Someone is following us."
After saying that, she held the tea cup and moved it far behind him. Only then did Xiangyang realize that there was a scorching gaze behind him, which was too obvious.
But in this crowded Flower Festival, it was well hidden.
He turned around suddenly and saw a pair of wet eyes like a deer.
It was a child wearing a begonia flower crown on his head and a longevity ring around his neck. He looked to be only four feet tall.
It's a flower spirit.
"Please, please."
Seeing that Jiang Yu and the others had noticed her following her, Xiao Hua Ling plucked up the courage and walked up.
"Do you know how to get to Haitangxiang Country?"
