Chapter 353: First
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Before Pei Chunzheng noticed that something was wrong, Jingxuejian had already started to use it first, and his face showed a little condensed color at the same time, staring blankly at the gorgeous fireworks in front of him.
If he remembered correctly, he should have been dealing with a monster before.
Slightly pursing his lips, the boy thought cautiously.
After the truce between the Demon Realm and the Cultivation World, he has been following his uncle's journey around and cultivating. He has no purpose, no direction, and goes to one place. To him, the mountains and rivers in this world are all the same, and there is not much difference.
A few days ago, they even met Yu Xingzhi and Wang Ruyi by chance. The young man was taking Wang Ruyi to find a way to restore his appearance. The two seemed to be busy falling in love. Red, but Wang Ruyi jumped up and wrapped her neck around her neck, and kissed the saliva mark on her face.
He is not a good devil, Mei Kangping once said that he is indecisive, unlike his uncle.
He was right, he was relieved when he left the Demon Domain.
The monster was a little tricky just now. As soon as the Snow-Shocking Sword was stabbed out, Pei Chunzheng suddenly realized that the surrounding world suddenly changed, and the surrounding environment also changed.
He was originally in a mountain col, but when he looked up, the surrounding environment was more like a lantern festival.
The Lantern Festival is over early tomorrow, how can there be a lantern festival in this place?
Is it a fantasy?
The young man hesitated a little, prudently clenched the Snow Snow Sword, and walked forward.
Not far away, there was a lively scene of brilliant lights. On both sides of the long street, there were lights hanging from the peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees.
Snowflake lights, hydrangea lights, hibiscus lights, and stars warm fire, fluttering in the cold night, crowded together, snowflakes falling from the sky, snow lights and lights complement each other, as if it were daytime.
There are laughing tourists and common people everywhere, and women are walking in groups of three or five wearing white silk shirts.
The woman sitting at the door who was eating melon seeds and jelly beans caught a glimpse of a tall and handsome young gentleman, and threw a candy into his arms while laughing.
The sugar fell into his arms, and it didn't hurt. Pei Chunzheng spread out his hand and looked at the sugar in his palm, and was startled again.
He could only hold down his doubts, pursed his lips and continued to move forward.
As he walked, he stopped, his breathing suddenly sank, his eyes fixed on the direction at the end of the long street, there was an unbelievable look in his eyes, and his body trembled like a dead leaf in the wind.
At the end of the fireworks, stood a girl in pink clothes and holding a rabbit silk lamp.
It's Joe late.
In an instant, Pei Chunzheng was so startled that he almost jumped up, but it seemed that a big hand was holding him down, and he stood there blankly.
Qiao Wan had a glossy white fox fur around her neck, her face was flushed red, her eyes flashed with spirit, and she ran towards him in high spirits. Behind her, the lights almost smeared the sky. crimson.
Her fair skin was covered with a thin layer of red light.
She stepped forward, with a smile on her face unconsciously, and stepped forward to hold his hand.
The cold night wind was blowing in his face, Pei Chunzheng didn't feel cold, but felt that his whole body was so nervous that his blood was tense. He heard the movement of blood gurgling in his body.
Did he pass through as Qiao Wan said, or was he reborn?
As soon as this thought came out, the young man trembled slightly, and felt a dry mouth and fear, but the will of the body had already taken a step forward, took a step, and clenched her hand.
She smiled embarrassedly, "Did you wait a long time?"
The handsome young man looked at her blankly, and said subconsciously, "Not long."
Then, there was a long silence.
She didn't seem to notice, her eyes were bright like stars, and the lights of the long street were reflected in her eyes. She naturally held his hand and walked on the long street with novelty.
She said strangely, "Good ice."
He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked.
Looking at her, he felt a burst of coursing over the sky and a burst of fear, and finally he could only lower his eyes and softly "um".
If, if God is really willing to give him a chance, he must seize her and never let go.
She smiled, folded her palms, wrapped his hand in hers, and rubbed it hard twice.
A touch of warmth spread all the way down her fingertips to his fingertips.
"It's not cold that way," she said.
This is a dream.
And at this moment, he was willing to sink into this half-a-half of warmth, his eyes almost greedily following her figure, his dark pupils did not turn.
They stopped and went under this patch of light.
There are people gathering on the street, and they are putting out fireworks boxes. The fireworks boxes are hung on the big frame. Each floor is different. On the third floor, there is a little man singing the Taiping drum, singing "The emperor of Taiping is on the first day, and he drives six dragons in the clouds of five colors." Those low-flying fireworks "earth mice" flew around the ground and exploded under her feet.
Pei Chunzheng's heart finally settled down, his eyelashes trembled, and he held her hand tightly.
She was watching the fireworks, seriously.
Occasionally, he glanced at him quietly from time to time, and his eyes were full of love and joy that almost gushed out.
The face that was always expressionless, the corners of the mouth upturned uncontrollably, and the red ears were like a slowly flowing blood-colored amber under the reflection of the fireworks.
He asked her mysteriously, "Do you want to eat candied haws?"
The crowd was too crowded, and the hawkers of the candied fruit were quickly carried away by the crowd.
He strode forward with difficulty, and as soon as he stood still, he took out the money.
There was a sudden burst of screams from the bustling crowd.
The lights crackled open.
Pei Chunzheng froze abruptly, clenched the copper in his hand tightly, turned around, and saw her running against the current, carefully protecting the rabbit silk lamp in his arms, jumping up and down, all the way out of the city .
There was a buzzing sound in his mind, and he chased after him almost immediately, holding up the sword light.
The moment she landed, the monster was half dead. She lay on the ground in a pool of blood, panting, her nose bleeds, but she didn't dare to raise her hand to wipe it. Instead, she carefully picked up the rabbit silk lamp in her arms.
The Snow Sword is sheathed.
Pei Chunzheng's eyes stopped on the rabbit silk lamp, and his complexion suddenly changed, becoming extremely ugly.
There were two or three blood spots that were not obvious on the silk. Even though she tried her best to protect the rabbit silk lamp, the silk lamp was inevitably dirty.
She was stunned for a moment, with obvious anxiety in her eyes, "Pei Chunzheng?"
The boy's eyes turned red involuntarily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the rabbit silk lamp, his eyes were as red as a rabbit.
She seemed startled by his blood red eyes.
The young man knelt down halfway, pursed his lips, his long black hair fell on his cheeks, he couldn't see the expression on his face, and he snatched the rabbit silk lamp from her hand.
The rabbit silk lamp fell to the ground, and the wick swayed twice, on and off.
He buried his head on her neck and hugged her, tears streaming down her neck.
She obviously didn't expect his gaffe, and only cried when he was because the rabbit silk lamp was dirty, and said almost in a panic, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
It was as if an invisible knife had stabbed into his skin, and he felt an unprecedented pain in his skin.
There were snowflakes, and the hexagonal ice raspberries seemed to spit out between his neck along with her breathing.
The chill ran down the top of the head and through the toes.
Pei Chunzheng hugged Qiao Wan tightly, raised his hand and crossed her long hair, neither black nor shiny, nor soft, but the teenager kissed the top of her hair tremblingly, and tears flowed out desperately for a long time. Only three trembling words were squeezed out, and the voice was hoarse and weak.
"No more."
He doesn't want that rabbit silk lamp.
When everything subsided, the young man took out the comb, seriously, slowed his breathing, combed her long hair again, and took her hand and walked back slowly.
He bought another hibiscus lamp and gave it to her. She was holding the lamp in one hand and biting the candied fruit in the other.
He held hands with her, as if he could feel her thumping heartbeat through the palm of his hand.
They strolled around until midnight, watching the fireworks pierced through the peony and the moon falling in the golden basin, in the brightly lit place, braving light snow, and eating a steaming bowl of Lantern Festival.
Qiao Wan didn't eat much, and Pei Chunzheng took her bowl and continued to eat calmly.
In the end, she fell in love with a pink jade butterfly hairpin. He paid the money and gently pinned the hairpin to her temple. The butterfly's wing tips seemed to be transparent under the light. The halo flowed, and the lights of Wanjia fell in his eyes.
wake up.
Pei Chunzheng opened his eyes, Jingxue Sword dripping blood, aimed at the dead monster on the ground.
This kind of monster will release a mist called Zuisheng before it dies. It can drag people into the illusion of drunken life, dream and death. The plants and trees in the illusion are like reality.
The boy folded the Snow Shock Sword, and in an instant, the warm blood all over his body seemed to freeze, and the little warmth was gradually gathered, and the surprise and fear subsided little by little, and were locked together in the cold scabbard.
He watched helplessly, the wind in the valley was blowing with a clatter, and in an instant, there seemed to be a sea of clouds in his chest, rolling and whistling, and finally calmed down.
The thin and neat figure of the young man was dragged out by the setting sun into a long figure.
The road ahead is still long, and my uncle is waiting for him.
That's enough.
Clenching his fingers, then slowly releasing them, Pei Chunzheng closed his eyes and thought slowly and firmly.
Give him one more chance to indulge in his dreams, stop here, that's fine, he'll bury his love for her.
After waking up, she wouldn't know that he had a dream. In that dream, the fireworks were beautiful during the Yuan Festival.