Stray Chapter 117: Night market lanterns
When Xia Ran returned to Jimo, it was already evening.
Exhausted physically and mentally, he looked at the setting sun in the distant mountains and let out a long sigh, realizing that reasoning with a paranoid is actually a meaningless and stupid thing.
It's not that the other party doesn't understand or has a low IQ, but he just doesn't want to believe what you say, but he is stubborn and must follow his own ideas. No matter what you say, he has never changed his mind...
——This kind of person is simply insane!
Jimo is as peaceful and peaceful as before. The aftermath of the previous battle has disappeared, and some of the collapsed buildings have been rebuilt. The efficiency can be said to be quite terrifying.
But considering that there are a group of extraordinary people helping, including the existence of cultivators, magicians, mountain gods, demons and the like, this speed is actually not too difficult to understand, and there are no housing constructions in this era. How much technical content at all.
Xia Ran might be a little surprised if they built a skyscraper.
The coastal villages and towns are quite festive. Every household is decorated with lanterns, filled with a festive festive atmosphere. Even in the evening, the sound of gongs and drums can be heard from everywhere.
Xia Ran saw at a glance that there were lively performances in many places, some were performing acrobatic tricks, some were selling snacks, some were setting off firecrackers or lion dances... He suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth: "I'm a time traveller. Is it?"
It's been more than three days, hasn't it?
Fox Immortal's birthday has already passed, and things like this have happened before, no matter how you look at it, it's not very pleasant...
Why is Jimo so full of lanterns and beams now? The adults were smiling, the children were walking through the streets, various banquets and lively performances, the atmosphere was so warm that it seemed like it was New Year's Eve?
At this moment, he wondered if he had passed through.
Having such doubts, Xia Ran approached the town slowly. Many villagers along the way saw him at a glance. They were both surprised and delighted. .
"The fairy is back!"
"Thank you for your kindness..."
"Living gods! We must build temples and shrines so that we can worship and worship..."
The crowd was very excited. You said every word, surrounded the young Taoist people, thanking them, thanking them, dancing, and even some people kept bowing, or shouting various names of immortals in a mess.
Some people also vowed to build a temple and an ancestral hall for Xia Ran, and said that they had chosen a good day and auspicious day to prepare for the construction. go down——
Although not everyone has the ability to build temples and shrines, but also to set up immortal tablets for this living god, to receive the incense of the world, and also to ask the gods to continue to protect their own home, and to ask for the blessings of a heavenly official, there are no taboos.
After all, although I fled for their lives in a panic, it was obvious to all who helped lead the masses to hide, guide them to a safe place, and who blocked the menacing Gorefiend with great power...
Like Saber and others who suddenly became female bodhisattvas in Jimo, Xia Ran, a living **** who went to hunt down the Gorefiend himself and wanted to cut grass and roots for the people, was naturally worshipped and paid much attention to. .
For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic, as if there were a thousand ducks chatting.
Xia Ran also felt a little dizzy, and could only perfunctory one by one, and finally let the villagers disperse contentedly. Only then did she feel a rare cleanliness, and she couldn't help but relax for a long time. Take a breath.
"Young Master Xia?"
A soft and graceful voice came, and he turned his head, just in time to see the girl standing on the seaside trestle not far away, smiling and looking in this direction.
It's just that, unlike the previous eldest lady who was raised in a deep boudoir, she was no longer wearing a high-waisted long skirt, elegant long sleeves, and a flowing gauze, but changed into a suit Qionghua style blue shirt and white clothes, but the temperament is more clear.
Accurately speaking, it is a little less ethereal and dreamy, but more of a fairy air that is not close to the world like fireworks.
"Miss Liu, it's you, why are you here all by yourself..." Xia Ran nodded in response, waved her hand by the way, and then looked around, but did not see Yun Tianhe and the others.
But I can probably imagine it—
Yuntianhe, just take a look at those little kids who run around with windmills or kites, or chase hawkers who buy candied haws and can't move their legs...
As for Han Lingsha, I can refer to those adults who are so angry that they are following behind their bear children and want to catch the bear children and gnashing their teeth...
Maybe there will be some differences in the results, but it must be the same. Xia Ran has full confidence in this. This kind of thing does not need any prophetic talent at all, as long as you are familiar with the style of the two people, you should know what it is.
"They all have other things to do, and they are also helping to arrange the night market lanterns tonight..."
Seeing the other person approaching, Liu Mengli first leaned over to give a lady's salute, and then said softly, "I just happened to meet someone I know here in Jimo, so I just talked with him for a while. Son..."
"Anyone you know?"
Xia Ran was suddenly slightly curious, and when she turned her eyes, she quickly saw the back of a woman who had gone away.
"Yes, her name is Qiulan, she married from Taiping Village... A few years ago, before she married and left, she had visited Shouyang City several times."
Liu Mengli nodded lightly, pondered for a while, and said so.
"At that time, the trend of collecting incense and making incense was just emerging. I also taught her how to collect herbs and make incense..."
"So you were friends from that time?"
"Friend? This is not the case. It just happened to say a few words. You can be regarded as someone you know..." The girl shook her head and said plainly.
Her friend...how to say? Before leaving Shouyang City and setting off to explore the arena, it can be said that there is almost no one.
"That's considered a stranger..." Xia Ran chuckled softly, "But it looks like she's not doing well. Did she just complain to you?"
"Well, it's mainly some disputes between parents, but I don't know much about it..." Liu Mengli nodded and sighed softly. She had just enlightened the woman for a long time, but the effect was not necessarily good.
To put it bluntly, it is the conflict between the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law. It's just that it's hard for her to intervene in this kind of thing, she can only listen carefully, then speak out, and then give some more ideal suggestions, mainly listening to the other party's complaints and venting.
"Is that so, it is indeed a problem..." Xia Ran snorted, but did not express any opinion.
Marrying from Taiping Village is really a remarkable thing in this era, but no one will admire it. People only know that she is unfamiliar with her birthplace, and her parents' home is far, far away, and there will be no one to support her.
But he can't interfere in this kind of thing, and it's not easy to intervene, so let's let Xia Shusheng, a good old man, deal with his headaches.
Although everyone's surname is Xia, Xia Ran has always lived like an urban legend in Jimo. It is true that everyone says that there is an immortal in Yinxiang Mountain, but few people have been able to see him and confirm his existence. .
But Xia Yuanchen is a different mountain god. As a mountain god, he has always lived at the foot of the mountain and has lived with mortals for hundreds of years.
Because the character has always been that of a good-natured person, it can be called a kind of caring for justice and righteousness. Over time, he has become a character such as the village head and the town head in Jimo, and he is very prestigious and popular.
Whatever disputes and disputes arise among most people, Xia Shusheng is usually the one who resolves them at once, and he is no exception. He is never impatient, but is full of patience until the problem is resolved.
"But then again, what are you doing today? Isn't Fox San's birthday already over, do they plan to do it again?"
Diverting the topic, Xia Ran stood on the trestle and looked at the brightly lit town.
"Today's lanterns are to celebrate Mr. Xia, you slaying demons and slaying demons. After all, that girl Xia told everyone the information you sent back today, saying that there is nothing to do, so the villagers want to celebrate ..."
The sea breeze was blowing, and Liu Mengli reached out and pressed her long hair, and replied like this.
"Okay, it's like the New Year, the Nian Beast was driven away, and we really need to celebrate..." Xia Ran thought for a while, and felt that this logic was really impeccable, and it did have its own reason.
It's just that there's no way to do this. That group of people seems to have evaporated from the world. It seems that they won't show up if they are killed. He can't find it no matter how much he looks for it. In this case, it is no longer possible. If there is a problem, of course it is possible.
After all, he doesn't think that group of people really came to fight with Jimo, so there is no need for Jimo people to live with fear in the future.
But people seem to trust him very much. Now that they hear that the previous threat has been lifted, they all feel that the demons must have been killed by the gods. This is something worth celebrating.
Perhaps after this, this celebration will be passed down year after year until it becomes a folk custom like the Chinese New Year and Dragon Boat Festival.
Just thinking of the previous group of people who said they would build a temple and a memorial tablet for him, Xia Ran felt a little subtle. Could it be that his image in the future will still be like Zhong Kui of the Dragon Boat Festival?
"Night market lanterns, it's not bad, but I'm already a little tired of seeing it..."
Xia Ran shook her head, no longer thinking about those who have or not, but directly waved to Liu Mengli: "By the way, while there is still some time before the night market starts, Miss Liu, come with me."
"Huh?" The girl looked at him in surprise.
"Guangji Hantu, didn't you all come here just for this thing?" Xia Ran replied casually, "This thing has no meaning to me, just give it to you directly, lest they have to come to harass me in the future. , very troublesome..."
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"...Is this really good, Master Xia? I heard that you took this cold weapon from that mountain **** fifteen years ago."
Liu Mengli pondered for a while, and asked in a brooding way, Jian Shui stared straight at him, and there seemed to be a lot of meaning in her words.
She is now full of doubts about what happened back then, and she doesn't trust Xuan Xiao very much. At least until she understands everything, she is not sure whether it is a good choice to release Xuan Xiao.
The young man in front of him seems to know everything like the back of his hand, and it is very likely that he has already made targeted arrangements. .
Could it be that the other party has any new information that makes Xuan Xiao trustworthy? Or simply don't take Xuan Xiao into consideration?
"It has nothing to do with this. Xuan Xiao's failure to come out has nothing to do with the cold weapon. It's just his own choice. If he wants to, he can break out of the ice at any time..."
Xia Ran shook her head.
"The cold weapon is just a layer of protection for himself when he can still think rationally. It is actually beneficial to him. If he can really use the cold weapon to stay rational, it is naturally the best... …”
Although according to the original plot, the three cold weapons are still no match for the violence of Yang Yan, and Xuan Xiao went completely crazy shortly after breaking through the ice.
But if there is no three cold weapons, he must be even more crazy, and he may even be a killer to Yun Tianhe, not the kind that shows mercy.