Chapter 339 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 34
Wan Fan was dragged to the street.
The ghost mask is a black fanged ghost mask with a fierce look and is very distinctive.
Generally, on this day, everyone will wear ghost masks and be pushed and slapped by relatives and friends as if playing with them, which means to drive away evil spirits and bless peace and joy in the coming year.
This kind of festival that brings joy to the whole people is generally not associated with Wanchang.
Fuchen ran back as soon as he left the palace.
She also needs to change clothes and participate in the evening parade.
Today is the first time she meets the world as a miko.
Standing next to the great wizard and singing together is tantamount to announcing her identity as the heir to the great wizard and officially attracting the attention and respect of the world.
She will also have her own identity and officially enter the stage of history.
Wan Fan wore a mask and walked around the streets, waiting for the dust to float.
As darkness fell, the procession of wizards and witches slowly began to arrive. The lively sounds spread throughout the streets.
Crowds of people gathered on both sides of the street, waiting to pick up the blessings they wanted.
Wan Fan sat on a high building and watched the team advance little by little.
He didn't like the Wu clan, he didn't like wizards, and he didn't like the great wizard Zhenren. He didn't want to watch, and walked away listening to the noise of the fight. Wan Fan appeared in the dark alley, waiting for the dust to float.
After walking down the main street, the dust slipped away quietly.
He changed out of his specific purple clothes, put on black clothes and ran back.
"Brother!" Fuchen's childish voice appeared in the dark alley.
Wan Fan leaned against the wall, hidden in the darkness. When he heard the sound, he stood up.
Fuchen's bright face faced him, smiling cheerfully, "Let's go! Let's play! The dragon dance is about to begin!"
Fuchen puts on a mask, she is a long-tongued ghost with long hair.
Wan Lang put on his green-faced and fanged ghost face.
Fuchen leads Wanchang to run, but Wanchang needs to bend down to cooperate.
When I walked to the street, there were so many people, Fuchen could only squeeze his face and buttocks into the crowd.
Wan Fan stretched out his hand, put the woman on his shoulders, and led her away.
A man was walking down the street carrying two dragons, dancing and fighting with each other.
The dragon is made of bamboo, pasted with strips of cloth and painted with colors. There are wooden sticks underneath, and people hold the wooden sticks in conjunction with the dragon dance.
In addition to swaying to the rhythm, the people below will also sing along.
"Holding the secrets in your hand, stepping on the Gang with your feet, you will meet the God on the hillside."
"The steps of the mountain stream welcome the gods, and the dragons and tigers leap over the mountains and roar."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The intense drumbeats combined with Long Zi and the men collectively making "hey yo" sounds were shocking.
Fuchen held Wanchang's head and looked at this joyous activity, feeling happy and happy.
"There is a big blue dragon in the east, and a big black dragon in the west. The two dragons meet to bring down divine rain, and the immortal drives the car..."
Fuchen turned around and saw that Wan Nang's eyes were still as usual in the dark night. His eyes were looking at the dragon dancer, but they often drifted away and subconsciously explored the situation.
He's not interested in this, but he doesn't mind either.
Fuchen held Wan Fan's head and asked Wan Fan to go shopping for street lights.
Wan Fan carried the people to the market and saw that there were actually people selling silk ribbons in the market.
Wizard's silk ribbon.
The silk ribbons of different colors represent different blessings. The requirement is that you just need to receive them yourself. The first one you get will be very effective.
Vendors set up high threads at the shops on both sides of the street to pick up the silk ribbons.
These silk ribbons have not fallen to the ground and have not been taken by anyone. The "blessing" is still there.
These vendors actually use this to do business.
Some people are not sure that they can pick up the blessings they want, or they don't rush to pick it up, or they are late, so they go to these vendors to buy.
"Brother, do you want to pick up some blessings?" Fuchen felt that it was novel, he had lost it, and he could pick it up himself.
There are two models for buying and selling silk ribbons. One is silk ribbons with a fixed color, which costs a lot.
One is the silk ribbon on the rope. A certain number of people gather together to cut the rope. The silk ribbon falls back down and you can pick it up yourself. The price is lower.
Fuchen looked up and saw that there were relatively few red silk ribbons, which was the most popular color.
To bring happiness, bring good luck, attract peach blossoms...anything can be done. The quantity is the least and the price is the highest.
Green represents health, and the elderly or those who are in poor health will come to pray for it. This one has more silk ribbons.
Yellow is used to ward off evil spirits and bad luck in the family. There are many.
White is the favorite color of enlightened people, scholars and ascetics. It is less common and sometimes better than red.
Fuchen pointed at Green and said, "Brother, you can ask for this." Then he pointed at the stall where ropes were cut to simulate the process of falling silk ribbons.
Wan Fan walked forward, paid the money, and waited for people to gather.
"Good luck! Look, everyone! Hurry up!" the vendor shouted, climbing up the stairs to cut the rope.
Everyone gathered under the silk ribbon they wanted, stretched out their hands and waited.
As soon as the rope was cut, the silk ribbon fell, and Wan Nuan stretched out his hand to pick up the green one.
The wind blows, green floats by, and a line of red falls.
Fuchen: "Huh?"
"Oops!" The women around him cheered, staring at the red silk ribbon in Wan Fan's hand.
"Young Master is in for good luck. Are you going to have a baby or be promoted?" the woman next to her joked.
Fuchen stretched out his head and said angrily, "I'm a sister! Not a daughter!"
"Humph." Wan Fan chuckled.
The young lady on the side smiled and said, "That means the young master is going to have good luck."
Fuchen turned to look at Wanchang, getting married?
Ten years old?
She slowly thought about it, and it seemed that she was now at the age to get engaged.
Wan Fan hugged the person and left, speaking in a brisk tone, "Elder brother is like father. Call me daddy!"
Fuchen hummed, "That's a nice thought. You're only five years behind me!"
Wan Fan put the person down and held Fu Chen's head with his hands, which only reached his thighs.
Fuchen: "..."
childish.
He stretched out his hand and touched Wanchang's belly.
Wan Fan lowered his eyes and remained motionless, waiting for greetings.
"Brother." Fuchen shouted.
Wan Cang's big hand touched her head.
"Humph." Fuchen turned around and left.
Wan Fan put Fu Chen's left armpit with one hand, lifted the person up, raised his hand, adjusted his sitting position, and hugged him again.
"You are so angry. What will you do if you become a great wizard and get into trouble with ghosts and gods?" Wan Fan teased.
Fuchen rolled his eyes and said, "Tell Aman to bite him."
Amang has grown up now, and it is enough to swallow a child in one mouthful.
The two of them walked leisurely on the road, eating while walking, half wearing masks to cover themselves.
On the streets filled with lanterns, people come and go, lights and shadows alternate.
Someone's eyes were looking over here, looking at the two of them.
After walking and eating all the way, the two of them returned to the palace leisurely.
Fuchen cannot enter the palace at this time. The court will be watched today and Fuchen cannot appear.
There was someone waiting for Fuchen at the door to take her back.
Wan Fan looked at the dark figure standing silently in the shadow of the city corner and touched Fu Chen's head.
When the dust settles down, run over by yourself.
Wan Fan watched Fu Chen leave and watched silently.
Some processes need to be accelerated.
Wan Fan turned around and walked into the night without entering the palace.
He disappeared into the night, and no one knew where he went.
Three days of rest have passed.
The Sage Academy is once again lively.
Wan Fan was in his yard, sharpening his bow and arrows.
