Chapter 129: Deja Vu still returning to my hometown
Wang Chen personally believes that when he puts on a mask, he still looks handsome.
It's just that his temperament is a bit weak.
You are on the bustling streets of a large city in the southwest region.
The neat streets and bustling crowds are reflected in the eyes, as if they are from another world.
Ever since he was hunted down in Qinghu Bay, Wang Chen has rarely appeared peacefully in crowded places.
Otherwise, there will be no good banquet, no good meeting, and there will be bloodshed.
At this moment, he was a little dazed, walking on the street, looking around carefully, and his doubts deepened.
Compared with the ancient and beautiful buildings in other areas, the buildings here are exquisite but rugged. Regardless of their height or size, they are often gradually curved along the roof spine to form a horn shape. It is better to use red and black colors to give people a sense of elegance.
A feeling of wildness.
Locals prefer silver jewelry. Although the dress is still a common dress in the Buddhist community, you can easily distinguish locals from outsiders by looking at who has two big earrings hanging from their ears and a big bracelet on their hands.
Especially the local women are hot and unrestrained. As soon as Wang Chen walked to the middle of the road, he easily attracted a lot of bold eyes.
It's a pity that he was in no mood to respond.
Wang Chen was sure that this was his first time coming to this city.
However, a familiar and slightly sad feeling lingers.
It's like a wanderer returning to his hometown.
This is also the reason why he stopped here.
Sometimes, people do have an illusion, as if something has been done before or a certain place has been visited, but it is ultimately an illusion.
But the higher the Taoism, the more clear the thoughts will be. This kind of hallucination rarely occurs, let alone the strange feeling of sadness in the heart.
The stone road has been smoothed over many years and shows traces of time.
The tall and leafy old trees emitted bursts of cicada chirping.
At the end of the stone road, at the corner of the street, there is indeed an old candy seller's shop.
He was sure that this was not an illusion, but that he had actually been here.
His eyes reflected this strange yet familiar scenery. Wang Chen was puzzled. Where did this inexplicable feeling come from?
At the end of the road, a huge carriage, luxuriously decorated, walked in the middle of the street like a garden watching flowers. It was pulled by three black horses, tall and majestic, without a trace of color on its body.
Even the coachman is already a practitioner at the tenth level of Qi Condensation.
Some outside cultivators couldn't help but look at the carriage curiously.
"It's such a grand spectacle to use such a big carriage to go shopping."
Wang Chen followed the pedestrians on the street and stepped aside, feeling a little lost in his thoughts. However, when the carriage passed by him, the curtains suddenly opened wide. He seemed to feel something. He looked towards the window and saw a surprise.
And her beautiful face was staring at him closely.
His eyes reflected that somewhat sad and beautiful face. Wang Chen was startled. The familiar and sad feeling seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and suddenly surged into his heart.
Amidst the neighing of the horses, the carriage suddenly stopped, and a slim figure with long hair and beautiful face, wearing a goose-yellow tulle and a white dress, hurriedly ran out of the carriage.
Like a gust of fragrant wind, in an instant, your arms are filled with fragrant jade.
Wang Chen stood dumbly like a wooden man. If he hadn't been very calm, his hands would have gotten used to helping him up thousands of times.
He suddenly understood where that familiar feeling and the sadness in his heart came from.
It's this mask.
It is like a wandering ghost who has died in a foreign land and once returned to his hometown, he is timid about his hometown.
The woman hugged him tightly and kept murmuring: "You are back."
As she spoke, she started sobbing, and in a short period of time, Wang Chen's clothes were completely wet.
He lowered his head and looked at the writing that appeared in front of him inexplicably:
"Qian Xiaoyun, a seventh-level Qi Condensation cultivator, the daughter of a businessman in Chongdu City, has a deep causal entanglement with the nameless remnant soul in the Soul Locking Immortal Treasure. If you complete the wish of the nameless remnant soul, you can obtain the immortal treasure to further identify its owner.
.If you refuse, the immortal treasure will lose its spiritual power and turn into a mortal thing."
"A fairy treasure that can lock souls?"
"Is that the mask?!"
Wang Chen thought for a moment, his heart trembling.
In the world of cultivation, anything with the word "immortal" in it, if it is not to deceive the world and steal the name, must be related to the existence of the true immortal level. In this contemporary land of the end of law, there are very few magic weapons that have been used by true immortals.
Even if ancient immortal treasures have appeared in the secret realms of major ruins, they are still in the hands of the top cultivators in the world of cultivation.
Like the five absolute immortal swords of the Five Ultimate Swords.
The edgeless Dutian Demon Sword.
"And now, you're telling me that the mask Qianhua gave away was actually an immortal treasure?"
"And it is an extremely complete and extremely rare auxiliary fairy treasure that can hide its identity."
There were a lot of thoughts in his mind.
"Xiaoyun, why did you suddenly run out of the car? The time for the banquet is coming soon. Do you know how much effort I put in to fight for this opportunity for your Qianyun Chamber of Commerce?"
A somewhat sullen voice came from the carriage, and the door curtain was lifted, revealing a young man with a white face and no beard, wearing a blue brocade robe, but with a somewhat slender face.
The young man didn't know what his relationship was with this woman, but when he saw the woman sobbing on Wang Chen's body, a strong murderous intent suddenly flashed across his eyes, and he quickly covered it up, and stepped out of the carriage with a refined manner.
Qian Xiaoyun finally came to his senses, took a deep look at Wang Chen, and said blankly, "Will you leave this time?"
Seeing this beautiful face in front of him, his eyes were reddish and full of expectation. Wang Chen didn't know how to answer for a moment?
"Qian Xiaoyun, who is he?" The young man asked with a frown, his voice was cold, and his name changed from Xiaoyun to his first name.
When Qian Xiaoyun saw that Wang Chen didn't answer, a look of disappointment and sadness flashed across his eyes.
"An old friend." Her voice was low.
"Old friend? You're crying so sadly. I'm afraid it's not an ordinary relationship." The young man sneered.
Wang Chen felt a little displeased. He looked up and saw that the young man was three or four years older than him. He had reached the level of Nirvana. Although a Nirvana cultivator at this age was inferior to the genius of the sect, he could still be called a genius.
Young and promising.
"I just said that I was going to be late for the banquet. Didn't you hear me clearly? You actually jumped off the carriage in the middle to look for an old friend." The young man's displeasure became even stronger.
Qian Xiaoyun trembled and did not dare to speak.
"Let's go, don't let me see you wasting time for any unimportant things." The threat in his tone became stronger.
After saying that, he turned around and boarded the carriage.
Just when Qian Xiaoyun was struggling, the young man who was stepping onto the carriage ladder suddenly stopped and said without looking back: "Let your old friend come with you. Maybe there are some noble people who need the Qi Condensation Realm.
Servant."
His tone insinuated that Wang Chen was only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. The so-called servants were just thugs and slaves, or even servants who served tea and water. In fact, this was an insult.
A trace of anger flashed in Qian Xiaoyun's eyes, but she quickly became depressed. She hurriedly said to Wang Chen: "I have to go to this banquet, wait for me..."
His eyes were full of pleading.
…
Wang Chen was a little surprised. Qian Xiaoyun had obviously accepted the young man, but for his current status, there was strong anger in his eyes. How desperate was he to keep entangled with him?
He shook his head and said, "I'll go with you."
With that said, he led Qian Xiaoyun into the carriage together.
The car was very wide, and the seats were fully stocked with tea and fruits. However, the young man didn't even glance at Wang Chen along the way, but Qian Xiaoyun couldn't help but look at Wang Chen, with an expression on his face that alternated between sadness and joy.
The young man saw their eye movements, and their faces turned livid.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the carriage slowly stopped.
"United Trading Company, Young Master Gong Qingshu has arrived!" Outside the carriage, an attendant had already recognized the owner of the carriage and announced loudly.
A slight smile appeared on Gong Qingshu's lips. He enjoyed the feeling of being supported.
As soon as the hem of his robe was turned up, he was about to step out of the car.
But as soon as a figure flashed, Wang Chen pulled Qian Xiaoyun and walked down first.
Qian Xiaoyun's eyes were full of surprise as he was being held by his delicate hand, but he didn't care about the bulging veins on Gong Qingshu's face.