Although Shan Wique had some doubts in his heart, he didn't say anything.
Su Bei looked at his prodigal apprentice seriously, and then looked at Shan Wique with a slight apology.
She blinked her eyes, that dull hair swaying, and just smiled at Su Bei.
——Perhaps she didn’t even understand what was happening in front of her.
"So that's it..."
Although it is difficult to accept, it is much better than knowing that the master and the eighth uncle went out alone... After all, on this special day, it is inevitable that people will have wild imaginations.
Su Bei pulled Xiao Ruoqing, who had an unhappy look written all over her face, and when she resisted, he touched her head with his big hand.
Then the three of them flew towards the Sword Washing Pond.
In the distance, I saw a weak figure gently wiping the sweat on her forehead. Despite the scorching sun and cold winter weather and the cold water, a beautiful smile still appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Looking at Su Bei who suddenly appeared in front of him, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He put down the long sword in his hand, gently shook off the water droplets on his hand, and gestured to Su Bei:
"Elder Su, why are you here?"
Su Bei looked at this woman who was weak on the surface but very strong in her heart, and the tenderness in her heart seemed to be touched.
He walked forward slowly, touched her head, and said softly:
"It's the Lantern Festival, I'm here to take you to see the lanterns."
"And the opening ceremony is coming soon. I need to buy a nice dress for Sword Girl. Sword Girl is the one who leads the dance, so she needs to look pretty!!"
"..."
Sword Lady looked a little shy for a moment, and looked at Su Bei in a daze.
Lantern Festival?
I don’t know how long it has been since I celebrated this festival.
Except for my mother who would lead me around the lanterns and solve word puzzles on that day, no one had ever given me such a warm feeling.
Sword Girl clasped her two little hands together, glanced timidly at Xiao Ruoqing who was following Su Bei, and then nodded.
Followed behind Su Bei cautiously.
——Outside the tall sword sect’s white marble mountain gate, everything is white.
Su Bei breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled at the three women beside him.
"Master, where are we going?"
Xiao Ruoqing asked softly.
"Luoxue City!"
Su Bei patted the snowflakes on his body and replied.
Then the figures of the next few people disappeared.
...
Falling Snow City.
Among the twenty-one states, Snow Prefecture is located in the north, close to Mobei. As the largest city in Snow Prefecture, Luo Xuecheng is naturally full of people.
Looking at a city wall covered with glazed glass like a canopy of ice and snow, Su Bei sighed softly.
The catastrophe of thousands of years ago caused the city of Xuezhou to bear the wind and frost of the ages. Eight hundred sword immortals arose in Luoxue City, but then their corpses disappeared throughout the twenty-one states.
Luoxue City is like a twilight old man, standing majestically at the northern end of the Twenty-One Prefecture, leaning against Mobei, and like the last backbone of the Twenty-One Prefecture a thousand years ago.
The four of them are all dressed as ordinary people, with big bamboo hats, and they don't look too out of the ordinary. However, even if they hide their spiritual energy, their immortal temperament cannot be hidden, and they still stand out among the crowd.
Attracting everyone's attention.
After entering the city, the market became obviously more prosperous, with busy traffic and noisy people. Perhaps because of the Lantern Festival, there were many more vendors on the street. Although the cold wind was blowing slowly, they still looked at them with smiles on their faces.
Frequent guests.
You can still vaguely hear the hawker's cries:
"Selling - rock candy ~ gourd..."
"Selling coal..."
"??"
Shan Wuque has been practicing in Jianzong for many years, but he is extremely interested in these things in the mortal world. No matter what he sees, he always stops one step at a time, with a curious look on his face:
"Senior brother, look at this, it's so amazing, the shadow can still move!"
"That's a shadow puppet show."
"So that's what it's called, huh? What is this? It looks a bit delicious."
Seeing Shan Wuque casually pick up something like a candied date from the vendor's stall and stuff it into his mouth, Su Bei quickly stepped forward and followed her behind to pay.
Because it was daytime, there were not many fireworks shows, lanterns and the like, but there were quite a few teahouses and restaurants for guessing charades.
His prodigal apprentice was obviously interested in guessing crossword puzzles, so he pulled Su Bei towards a very strange-looking teahouse over there.
Sword Lady's face turned red, she didn't dare to say a word, and silently followed behind the others.
Along the way, I saw a lot of people waving newspapers in their hands and shouting:
"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! Wuhuaque publishes professional newspapers!"
"Wudaokou Newspaper! Buy one and get one free..."
"Recommended by Yuan Da Yuan, the forbidden love between the fairy and the witch!"
"..."
Su Bei frowned. Are there so many newspapers now that they are sold on the street?
He walked over with a trace of doubt and patted the man on the shoulder. There was a trace of joy in the man's eyes and he said with great expectation:
"Sir, do you want to buy a newspaper? It's cheap..."
Su Bei asked for a newspaper, folded it and put it in his pocket, then asked:
"Strange, isn't this newspaper very popular? Why are you reduced to selling it on the street? You couldn't even grab it before?"
The man casually wiped the sweat on his forehead and said somewhat depressedly:
"Hey! Who says it's not the case? A few days ago, people were rushing to grab it, but suddenly no one bought it these days."
He folded the handful of newspapers and put them in his arms to avoid getting soaked by the snow, and continued:
"Previous newspapers have always sold well. Although there were many editions, everyone made money!"
"It turns out that just a few days ago, the Xingyue Sect, for some unknown reason, suddenly created something called a push bar!"
"Is there any other membership system where everyone can post everything they want to say for everyone to see? It seems to be called a circle of friends? And this push column is only owned by Xingyue Sect. What did everyone do there?
member......"
"Damn it! If you let me know who came up with this idea to kill the whole family, I will chop him into pieces!!"
"..."
Su Bei had a weird look on his face and slipped away quietly without leaving a trace.
——After going around in a big circle, is this the biggest sinner still yourself?
But there was a faint feeling of relief in my heart! You deserve it! You sects are allowed to pirate it!
Following the prodigal disciple into the strange-looking teahouse, Su Bei was immediately attracted by the large plaque placed in the middle of the entire teahouse. It was covered with large grids, and there was a female disciple of the Xingyue Sect on it. He introduced it to the people in the hall in a serious manner:
"Pushing the bar! It's just for the purpose of fueling the flames!" This is a reference to the tenth episode of "The Heroic God, the Righteous, the Courageous, the Sword Heart". If you are interested, you can go and take a look.
"This is the latest project our Xingyue Sect has invested in to benefit the people. In this world where there is a different world between immortals and mortals, does the indifference between people make you feel isolated and helpless? Do you feel like a clown? , don’t care? There is no one to love! There is no one to love you! No one wants to listen to you!”
"But the push column published by our Xingyue Sect just solves this problem for everyone. Let's take a look at the first message on the push column."
"This was posted by a person named Hen Eryin Zui. What he wrote was: I work hard every day for thousands of days, why do others call me short? "All the female disciples want to kill me" on the Chinese website of the end This is the first release, I hope everyone can support it and vote for it, the author is going to starve to death!"
"This is just an ordinary mortal, but with the help of our Xingyue Sect, he successfully made his voice heard by the whole world! We all can make our voices heard, as long as you are a member! As long as you Buy Xingyue Sect's official newspapers..."
"..."
After the female disciple of the Xingyue Sect finished speaking, the entire crowd in the hall was in an uproar. They raised their hands and shouted:
"Me! I want to become a member! I want to make my voice known to the world!"
"I still have two old sows and two acres of land at home. I want to find a wife... Widow Xu? Do you want a husband or not?"
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing turned around and looked at Su Bei, a look of shock flashed in her eyes. Of course she knew that this idea was the master's.
Su Bei nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that his plan was implemented well. He waved his hand casually and led his prodigal apprentice to guess the word riddles.
On the bustling street with a complicated flow of people, Xiao Ruoqing was suddenly blocked by a fortune teller.
An old gentleman with half-squinted eyes glanced at the four people in Su Bei with half-closed eyes, then looked at Xiao Ruoqing with a deep look on his face and said:
"This girl, you are destined to have a disaster!"
Xiao Ruoqing's heart immediately became tense, and she looked at the old man in front of her with some confusion. She swallowed her saliva, and when she was about to speak, Su Bei came over with a smile on her face and asked:
"Old sir, what do you think of my orientation?"
The old man raised his eyebrows with a serious expression, and then said with a shocked expression:
"Boy! You...you also have a big disaster!"
Xiao Ruoqing narrowed her eyes and looked at the old man in front of her carefully. What is going on?
Why are all the fortune tellers I meet in this life such strange people?
More than once? Is your fate so easy to calculate? Seeing that the master's eyes have narrowed, Xiao Ruoqing's eyes rose with a hint of coldness.
The marshmallow seller in the narrator glanced disdainfully and turned his head away.
This is the 131st time he heard this sentence from the old man while setting up a stall here today.
The old man held his beard and didn't look at Su Bei.
Su Bei smiled, took out two taels of silver from his pocket, placed it in front of the old man, and said:
"Please give me some advice, old gentleman!"
Xiao Ruoqing pursed her lips tightly and looked at the old fortune teller nervously.
The old man accepted the money handed over by Su Bei with a smile on his face, held his white beard in his arms, and said quietly:
"It doesn't matter. Seeing that you are sincere, I will make a fortune for you today!"
"Well! Boy, have you ever practiced?"
Xiao Ruoqing's ears that had been perked up relaxed at this moment, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She thought that anyone could defeat the secret, but he was really just a charlatan.
Just as I was about to give the Master some advice, I found that the Master was looking at the old man sincerely, as if he was asking for advice humbly.
"This kid has never practiced before!"
The old man's eyes clearly lit up, he coughed heavily, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly:
"Boy, do you know about the catastrophe of all races thousands of years ago? All the monks in the wilderness came out, and the entire twenty-one states were almost destroyed."
His tone suddenly worsened, and he looked at Su Bei solemnly:
"Later, in Luoxue City, eight hundred sword immortals came out of the Tianxia Sword Sect, and the world was filled with sword energy. The silver light tore Lu Yu apart, almost splitting the entire sky!"
"It's the Sword Sect! The greatest Sword Sect in the twenty-one states!"
"Boy, I think you have very good bones. You are born to be a good swordsman. I happen to know Elder Su from the Sword Sect! Do you know Elder Su from the Sword Sect?"
"That Elder Su who suppressed Wuhua Queluo Ritian with one sword! Come on, leave a name here for me, and you must go to the Sword Sect to sign up when the time comes, you know! Then you can hand over this name card from me.
In the past, you must say that I recommended you to go to the Sword Sect..."
Su Bei took the sign with a smile, then looked back at the three women who were still in shock, walked forward with his hands behind his back, looked at the word puzzles and lanterns in front of him, and said with a strange expression:
"I didn't expect that the old man I met in Mocheng actually did this..."
"..."
It seemed that I could still vaguely hear the old man’s voice coming from behind me again:
"This girl, you are destined to be in trouble!!"
"..."
...
On Bujian Peak.
Shan Wulan looked at the woman in front of him indifferently. For some reason, he had not seen this woman for the first time. When he saw this woman, he felt a little unhappy in his heart.
Maybe it's because she left such a bad impression on herself when she was in Mo City?
Or is it because she once hugged her senior brother?
Things in the world are unpredictable. This woman, who I thought would never have any interactions with her in this life, turned out to be his nephew.
Sure enough, senior brother's apprentices are all so annoying, just as disgusting as Xiao Ruoqing!
"What are you doing here?"
His words were spoken calmly, without any expression, just like Shan Wulan's iceberg appearance in the past, cold and cold.
Feeling that this Ninth Master Uncle clearly didn't like him, Mo Li was stunned for a moment, squinted at the Ninth Master Uncle in front of him, and said calmly:
"Bujianfeng is Master's Bujianfeng. No matter where Master's nephew is, it's normal, right?"
"I don't know why Uncle Master appears here?"
There is no hint of politeness in this sentence.
In other words, I have a morbid feeling in my heart that I want to kill anyone who comes close to Su Bei.
Shan Wulan put down the kettle in his hand, took two steps forward, looked at the woman, and said lightly: