NCCnovel Chapter 445 Falling Moonlight 45
Chapter 445 Falling Moonlight 45
After having fun all night, they were ready to leave when daybreak came.
The way back to the sect was not far, but after walking a short distance, Chaoge stopped.
"Carry me."
The cultivator had a strong physique, so she wasn't tired nor was she feeling any pain, she was just being lazy.
Qinglan's face was immediately filled with smiles.
He half-knelt in front of Chaoge, "Actually, I just wanted to ask you if you are tired!"
Chaoge lay on his strong back with her arms around his shoulders.
After she was steady, Qinglian stood up and continued walking forward.
Chaoge leaned his head close to Qinglan's ear, rubbing it lightly with his swaying steps.
This inexplicably reminded her of a word - rubbing ears together.
For a moment, Chaoge couldn't help laughing out loud again.
Seeing her happy, Qinglian was also very happy.
"Chao Chao, do you want to go back?"
Understanding the hidden meaning in his words, Chaoge cooperated and said, "I don't want to go back now."
"Why don't we go somewhere else to play?"
Chaoge responded readily, "Okay!"
Qinglian quickly named a few places that he had carefully explored.
Chaoge thought about it and hummed softly.
She hugged Qinglan's shoulders tightly with her arms.
"How about this," she said with a smile in Qinglan's ears, "We blindfold ourselves, walk in a random direction, and then stop to play in the first city we encounter, how about that?"
"This is a good idea!"
Qinglan agreed with Chaoge's idea without thinking.
Then, the two of them covered their eyes with great interest, like children who had discovered a new game.
Chaoge raised one hand and patted Qinglan's shoulder with the other.
"Let's go in this direction." She pointed forward casually.
"Okay! Let's go!"
Perhaps it was because the location of the Wuya Sect was indeed remote, and I didn’t meet anyone along the way.
It was not until they felt the existence of the city from afar that they took off their blindfolds and felt some of the popularity and liveliness of the city.
At this time, the sun was at its highest.
Qinglan took out a jade-bone umbrella and held it over Chaoge's head.
"Yucheng is just ahead."
He has made contact with the plants in the city through the wind.
Qing Lian turned to look at Chao Ge. The two were very close to each other. "This is a small city. The city lord's cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul stage. There are both mortals and cultivators in the city. There haven't been any major disturbances. The atmosphere is quite peaceful."
"Sounds good."
"Isn't it?" Qinglian said with a smile, and squeezed Chaoge's slender fingers with the hand that was not holding the umbrella.
"And we came at the right time today, as the city is celebrating the Shangsi Festival!"
"Why don't you go? Go join in the fun!"
March 3rd season.
Yucheng was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of newly grown grass and trees.
After paying the spiritual stone for entering the city, the two walked into the bustling city.
The first thing that catches your eye is the long straight street, with shops lined up on both sides and vendors setting up stalls in the front taking advantage of the bustle.
All kinds of food were laid out, and Qinglian felt that her eyes were almost not enough to take in all the food as she walked.
Finally, the two of them stopped in tacit understanding at a sugar painting stall.
The old man who painted the picture was a monk, and he used spiritual honey as the raw material.
The old man's wrist looked thin, but it was as steady as a rock. With a flick of his wrist, the boiling syrup poured down and was pulled away by him.
In a short moment, a red bird with its head held high and wings flapping was vividly painted.
"Wow--"
The children who gathered around immediately exclaimed, their eyes widened and they stood on tiptoe to look at the "Suzaku" in the old man's hand.
The old man smiled and handed the Vermillion Bird sugar painting in his hand to the child who was holding his head high as if he had achieved some great feat.
"Suzaku is mine!"
The child had enjoyed enough of the envious looks from his peers, so he turned around and ran to his parents.
The children who stayed behind took out silver from their waists.
"Grandpa! I want it too!"
"I want one too!"
"I want Suzaku too!"
"Then I want a Qilin! Qilin is so powerful!"
The old man smiled and said, "Okay, okay, come one by one, and do them all!"
Chaoge and the other person waited quietly by the side, and only walked forward after all the children had jumped away with their sugar paintings in their hands.
"What kind of sugar painting do you two want?"
Qinglan chose a sugar figurine that looked like Chaoge, and Chaoge asked for a lotus.
Seeing Chaoge's ambiguous wink after he finished speaking, Qinglan's ears suddenly turned red.
Walking along the long street, the two tasted the green rice balls made from Qingxin grass and steamed cakes with Ninglu flowers.
Finally, carrying the things in his hands that he could hardly hold, he sat down at a tea stall by the river.
"This river is called Yudai River because the water flows in a relatively straight direction with few turns, hence the name."
While feeding the baby, Qinglian leaned over to tell Chaoge various stories he had heard.
By the river, willow branches gently brush across the water.
Several young swordsmen stood under the tree, chatting and laughing. The sword energy condensed at their fingertips, and they casually made a few strokes, accurately cutting off a willow branch.
They cut willow branches, dipped them in river water, and gently patted their companions.
Initially, it was just for the cleansing blessing of the purification bath and to dispel bad luck, but as time went on, its meaning changed.
Watching helplessly what was a harmonious and beautiful blessing turn into a huge melee where no one could find an opponent, Chaoge and the other man were surprised for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.
"Young people have much joy."
Qing Lian: “I can see that it is true.”
During the pause in the melee not far away, the young men came up with a new way to play and began to compete to see who could get the farthest, tenderest, and most beautiful willow branch.
One of the young men in blue shirt immediately stood up, determined to show off his improved spiritual power and be the first to perform.
The sword energy instantly shot out from her fingertips and went straight to a willow branch in the distance. There was a slight "crack" sound, and the willow branch fell.
Before the blue-shirted boy could show a smug smile, a cry of surprise came from not far away.
"Ah! Which little bastard did this?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man with wide eyes, holding a spiritual plant with a broken bud, and his beard began to flutter with anger.
The young man who had done a 'good deed' suddenly froze, no longer having the high spirits and carefree spirit he had just had.
The boy's face turned red and white, and he walked forward stiffly to apologize.
The bad friends behind me were still laughing at me without any hesitation.
The sun has set to the west.
The bustle in the city also reached a new peak.
The children ran and chased with all their might, holding the mechanical birds in their hands.
On the river, many monks were competing in their skills. Several streams of light of different colors flew past quickly, causing ripples.
On the pleasure boat carrying singing girls and drinkers, there was singing and dancing, and bursts of laughter.
There were crowds of people at the pier, but they were not fighting for space.
Everyone held various lanterns in their hands, lit the candles in them, pushed them into the water, and let them float downstream.
The monks' lanterns are different. They either use talisman paper, carve a piece of spiritual wood, or directly use spiritual energy to condense into translucent lanterns.
As soon as these lanterns emitting faint light entered the water, they looked like scattered stars, floating in the Milky Way.