I'm really a decent cultivator

into the night,

At this time, it rained lightly, thin autumn rain, as thin as a cow's hair, dancing in the sky, but the rain did not wet the clothes, it was just hazy.

Inside the city, the lights were brightly lit and it was very lively.

Qing Chen and the others chose a private room. Qing Chen was seated by the window, and the autumn wind hit his face, which made him feel a little chilly. The autumn here is cooler than that of Guizong.

Situ Wan'er and Su Che took the recipes, like country folks entering the city, clamoring to eat this and that.

Qing Chen watched them laughing and making noise, but he felt that this scene was very warm. Cultivating immortals is for longevity, for fame and fortune, but without the fireworks in the world, so what if he is strong?

It's better to spend your life in an ordinary life with your relatives and friends.

The two discussed for a while, and finally, they chose a few signature dishes and ordered a jug of wine.

At first, they were full of expectations. After all, it was the first time they came to such a high-end restaurant, and it was the kind of restaurant that paid for it themselves. The sense of anticipation was stronger than that invited by others.

but,

After serving the dishes, they were slightly disappointed, especially the Modu roast duck, except for the skin on the top of the roast duck, the other parts were mediocre.

Qing Chen was fine, the taste was not much different from Peking duck. Although he was a true southerner in his previous life, he often traveled on business and gradually got used to various ways of eating, so he ate all the ducks. .

I have to say that the wine here is a must.

According to Xiaoer's explanation, this wine is processed from cistanche, antler, angelica, sheep penis, bull penis, and dog penis.

When Xiao Er introduced her here, Qing Chen couldn't help but look at Situ Wan'er, wondering if this girl did it on purpose.
Otherwise, why not give it to Su Che, but only him?
By the time they walked out of the restaurant, the rain had stopped, and the air was fresher after the autumn rain. Looking at the crowds and bustling streets, it was hard to imagine that this was the main city of the Four Great Demon Sects.

He even had an illusion that they didn't come here to participate in the extremely dangerous trial ground, but came here for tourism.

"The lantern delivery will start soon, let's hurry up, otherwise, there will be no seats."

"Yes, yes, let's go faster."

A group of people walked hurriedly while devouring sesame seed cakes.

"Brother, let's take a look as well. I heard that the Lantern Festival here is very lively." Situ Wan'er stomped her feet excitedly. When she stomped like this, the weight on her chest almost fell out.

After enlightenment, it seems to be bigger
"Yes, yes, big brother, otherwise, let's go and have a look, it must be fun with so many people going." Su Che also seemed very excited.

Qing Chen nodded with a smile. After all, they are children at heart. Although he is also very curious about the lanterns in the strange world, has he revealed it?
--No.

A group of three hurried along the crowd to the river.

But at this moment, the entire riverside is already overcrowded.

Mostly men, hardly any women.

"Didn't you say to give colored lanterns? So there are all men here?" Su Che glanced at the people around him, almost all of them were men.

Slightly disappointed.

The main reason he came here was to see his sister papers. Can the Lantern Festival be called a Lantern Festival without sister papers?

Does it deserve to be called the Lantern Festival?
"The women are all on top." A voice came from behind.

Everyone looked back and saw a man in black and blue clothes, a green round hat inlaid with emeralds and jasper, a long gown, and a personable demeanor, a face like a crown jade, bright eyes and star eyebrows, really rare in the world.

"It's pretty good-looking." Situ Wan'er secretly thought, seeing her master and uncle a lot, her appreciation of people has also improved.

"Up there? Over there?"

Su Che looked up, but there was nothing.

"Upstream." The man smiled lightly and pointed forward.

"How do you go there? What kind of lanterns are you giving?" Su Che became more and more curious.

"Giving colored lanterns is not sending colored lanterns directly to you, but upstream people will buy some colored lanterns, and then put a note on the colored lanterns, which will write some poems or some questions, And when you pick up the colored lantern, you have to open the note, answer the note or question on it, and leave your name and address, and the colored lantern will automatically return to the original owner.”

"If the other party is satisfied with your answer, they will come to you. Of course, you'd better pay attention. The red handwriting is all men's lanterns, and the purple handwriting is women's lanterns. Do you understand?" the man explained.

Qing Chen beside him couldn't help being surprised.

Isn't this a drift bottle?

Going around, this gift of lanterns is actually a floating bottle event?

Those who go up the river write their thoughts on a piece of paper, put it among the lanterns, and swim down the river.

After picking it up, you can choose to answer the above questions or not answer the above questions.

"It's started! It's started!" The man looked up the river.

At the end of the upper river, there were indeed many colorful lights, accompanied by light candles, which looked extremely beautiful.

Everyone started picking up lanterns.

Su Che was the most excited.

"Wait for me!"

Su Che hurriedly walked downstairs.

Qing Chen and the other two also followed. Situ Wan'er was also curious, but why did she pick up other men's notes in front of her own man.

One after another colored lanterns fell down the river, and many people began to pick them up.

Soon a colored lantern landed in front of Qing Chen, he picked it up lightly, and then took out the note on the colored lantern.

To be honest, I still feel a little excited.

After all, this hazy feeling is something to look forward to.

Which lady is it?

Qing Chen is full of longing.

It's just that after unfolding the note, Qing Chen's face changed slightly.

It's red ink, that is to say, it's a man's.

It's a bit of a bad start.

He returned the note intact, then picked up another lantern, and opened it expectantly.

Red ink again!

Another man?
Qing Chen threw the note away, and didn't even bother to put it back.

The third lamp.

Qing Chen took a deep breath, took out the note and looked, it was still red ink!

Now it was his turn to be a little depressed.

Could it be that he kills both men and women?

Shaking his head, he dismissed the idea, even if Qing Chen died, it would be impossible for him to develop a Long Yang habit.

Fourth!
Qing Chen took a deep breath, took the note, and slowly opened it.

Yep.

Still red ink!

It was written on it——【Are you? 】

Full of infinite expectations, it seems poetic.

Qing Chen was a little desperate, where did his 3.1415926 chances go, they were all men?

impossible!
It should be that God didn't want me to be with those vulgar fans, so he rejected me.

Correct!
That's it.

Qing Chen put the note back.

But the more I thought about it, the more something went wrong, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

Qing Chen took back the note, picked up the small pen on the lantern, and left a message on it.