[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

The Lantern Festival on this day is very lively. The curfew will be lifted for three days in a row in the imperial capital. Thousands of lights will be lit and thousands of households will be open. Red lights will be lit on every floor of the pavilions on both sides of the river, reflecting in the water to become another upside-down Shengjing.

When the two of them went down to the city of lights, they were immediately surrounded by a sea of ​​lights.

"This year's Lantern Festival is no younger than when I was younger. I remember that there was a Chang'an New Year's Lantern Festival one year. At that time, there was a young man surnamed Li. Yushu was facing the wind, and everyone was shocked! Cough, in a blink of an eye, I am also old." An old man led Watching my wife sigh under the lamp.

"You are content, this year's lantern market is not as magnificent as that year's. But the people who watched the lanterns with me back then are now gone." The middle-aged man passing by said so.

The half-grown child hurried past with a lamp: "Where is Qiaotou? Please make way! I got separated from my sister, and I will go to Qiaotou to wait for her."

"We agreed to come to the Lantern Market together. What time is it? Why hasn't Brother Mo arrived yet?" The young girl leaned against the wall of the shop with her arms folded and muttered, holding a sachet in her hand.

Some people ran past playing and laughing, some admired the beautiful scenery, some said that Mr. Dugu came to the Lantern Market, people in the Jianghu said that a good-looking person should go to see it, and some said that the young lady of Cangjian Villa also came and spent a lot of money in the restaurant. The next game invites people to gamble.

Mu Chenfeng was wrapped in a cloak and shuttled through the shoulder-to-shoulder stream of people, but his ears were still reddened by the cold wind. The person leading him walked steadily and slowly, never letting anyone bump into him.He was able to linger carefully among the exquisite lanterns amidst the din of gongs and drums, listening and watching, looking back and stopping, following the rising heat, he could see the street food stalls and businessmen, as well as a picture under the lights. Zhang fuzzy smile.

"In this street market, people are crowded and bustling, where is my sweetheart?" A scholar complained beside him, and just after speaking, he walked past a slim woman who covered her face with a fan.

In addition to the lantern wheels and lampposts, fire trees and silver flowers, the Shangyuan Festival is also a good day for ladies to empty their alleys and form a good relationship. Thousands of red silk signs are hung on the marriage tree alone.Mu Chenfeng was stunned, and when his hands were empty, he unconsciously searched for the familiar figure, only to hear the old woman's voice accompanied by coughing:

"Sir, you really have a vision. The lanterns you made when you were young are exquisite and exquisite, and they are the hottest sellers in the lantern market every year. Even if you have bad eyesight in the past two years, you still do it with care."

Jiang Yan stood a few steps away from him, took the lantern from the old man behind the lantern shop, turned around and handed it to him.

I saw him holding a rabbit lantern in his hand, with a round body made of plain paper and red eyes dotted with cinnabar.

Unconsciously, Mu Chenfeng raised the corner of his mouth, took the lantern from him, and met his eyes in the dancing lights: "It's very beautiful."

"It's not a great honor to be appreciated by Taoist Mu." Jiang Yan replied with a smile, took his hand and lowered his head, and quickly pecked his lips lightly by the shadows and lights around him. Under Fan's eyelashes, the Taoist priest, who seemed to be otherworldly, lowered his eyes uncomfortably.

"Don't be presumptuous." Mu Chenfeng complained faintly, looked down at the rabbit lamp again, and finally couldn't hide his smile.

Wan Hua smiled even more when she heard that, she held his fingers and looked at him with a faint smile, then suddenly said in a low voice: "Mu Daoist, hold the lamp, we have to make a detour."

Jiang Yan's words were neither serious nor serious, just enough for him to hear, Mu Chenfeng suddenly became alert, looked at the crowd with years of habit, and found a few unusual figures among the moving figures.

"People from Dongying?" Mu Chenfeng asked him silently with his lips parted.

Jiang Yan nodded: "It seems that I can't calm down."

The two clearly looked at each other with the lantern on, but they exchanged opinions in an instant, and then they walked towards the water pavilion arm in arm, talking and laughing as if they were eager to watch the lantern, holding hands, walking faster and faster, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.

Wan Hua in black clothes walked in front, while walking, she held the back of his hand and pressed lightly, flipped her fingers and knocked a total of six times, and then turned her head to meet his gaze.

Mu Chenfeng shook his head, the jewels behind the crown swayed, and when passing by the side of the stall, he threw a few copper coins on the side, pulled out a bunch of candied haws from the vendor and handed them over: "Five, that's a lot of people."

At this time, there are crowds of people and lanterns hanging on the corridors. Even if Jiang Yan asked him to bring a sword, it is still not a good place to draw a sword. Moreover, it is not wise to kill easily in the imperial city during the festival and the whole city. There will be no small misfortune.

Jiang Yan took it, stuck to the bamboo stick, counted the first five red hawthorns wrapped in rock sugar, and smiled wryly: "Chen Feng is really difficult for me."

Before Mu Chenfeng could speak, he saw him smiling, and led him quickly around the bend of the bridge corridor. A sugar ball flew out of the bamboo stick in his hand, and the long hair on his back covered the movement as if nothing happened .

Jiang Yan Huajian's cultivation base is extremely high, and every shot aimed at the vital points of the meridians will surely hit. He only heard the splash of water, and someone fell into the Qujiang River with a muffled groan.

There was a little commotion among the people watching the lanterns, but in previous years, there were too many people who got lost and fell into the water. Under the colorful lights of the lanterns, everyone looked at the water surface and couldn’t see clearly. .

The flow of people passed through the corridor and around the river. Jiang Yan took advantage of the time to rub shoulders or go around. When he stepped down the Jiuqu Corridor, there was only the last candied haws left on the bamboo stick.

The smallest wild fruit is no better than a hidden weapon and a handy black and white pawn. Although it hit the person, it was torn apart. Most of the strength and effect were lost. Come.

The pavilion at the end of the corridor was crowded with many people looking at the lanterns across the river. Jiang Yan frowned, fearing that the crowd would panic and step on them, so he and Mu Chenfeng hid behind the stone that was as tall as a person who had mentioned the poem. As the breath got closer, he hesitated whether to draw a pen and kill it on the spot.

Mu Chenfeng pressed his wrist, touched the only remaining bamboo stick in his hand, wiped the sharp blade of the incoming man and pointed it at the other party's throat, and stabbed the man's throat with precision in the next instant, causing the other party to He fell to his knees without making a sound.He calmly withdrew his hand, his fairy and handsome appearance was never dark, and the rabbit lamp in his hand dangled without even spilling the wax.

Jiang Yan took advantage of the opportunity to copy the weapon on the opposite side, and brushed the back of the knife to study it, then kicked the man and the knife into the water together, came out from behind the stone with the shoulder of the aisle leader, and calmly squeezed through a crowd of people until he reached the Only on the arch bridge across the river.

Those who fell into the water had their eyes on the incident, and people from the camp who heard the news went to take care of it. The two stood side by side on the top of the bridge with few people for a while, but no one came back. Looking at the dexterous and vivid fish leaping over the dragon gate on the fan-shaped lantern, they coincided with each other. Smiled.

"I just heard from a passer-by that many envoys should be expelled back to the country. People in Dongying are impatient. They are afraid that they will not go back if they don't get any benefits. They don't wait until the city gates are opened on the [-]th day and there are more people. Let’s start. Look at the direction they are coming from. Nine out of ten places they hide are in Chang’an Dungeon.” Jiang Yan said and shook his head, “Judging from the saber technique, I have finally confirmed why they are coming at me.

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"Gu worms? Or the method of gathering spirits?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"None of them. I think the ghost king of Tiance after the catastrophe and the spirit-gathering ball in Qutang Gorge are both far away from here. They are both Chang'an and old enemies. Even the way of wielding the knife is exactly the same as before." Jiang Yan snorted, He added, "That year, I didn't know Junior Brother Yu Han, but I came to Chang'an with Master."

"Yes, you said it." Mu Chenfeng stopped when he opened his mouth, because all that appeared in front of his eyes were the glimpses of the illusion of the soul ruins. At that time, Jiang Yan was still a teenager, and everything had not yet begun, but everything was a foregone conclusion .

"Before the war, the Tang Dynasty had a strong national power, and Chang'an was full of flowers. Horses danced with cups to cheer, and all nations came to congratulate. , and some in order to show national power—this was the case for the visitors from Dongying at that time.” Jiang Yan said, his eyes crossed the water surface shining with lights, and he saw the memory of the past.

"My master and I have lived in Chang'an for a long time. At that time, the master was young and at the peak of his chess skills. He was proud and arrogant. He would not refuse any challengers. He just got serious with people because of a worthless chess record. Later Being tricked into playing two rounds, he almost got caught." He nodded his eyebrows and shook his head, then stroked Mu Chenfeng's palm and explained to him, "That person played two rounds at the same time, each holding black and white, according to Playing differently according to my master's moves, this is my master playing against himself. This method is extremely vicious, no matter whether you win or lose, the opponent must exhaust all mental strength."

"Is that person from Dongying?" Mu Chenfeng seemed to be able to see the scene of the national warrior Wushuang from his calm and slightly raised tone, and only asked the key points.

"Exactly." Seeing that he didn't ask about the result, Jiang Yan nodded immediately, "The man's chess record is fake, but it is true to humiliate my Tang chess player. At that time, I was anxious to watch the chess, and accidentally spilled the tea I handed over. Master Then he flicked the chess pieces to the ground, and then resumed the game slowly, but unfortunately the chess pieces were placed on time, and the opponent was forced to make another chess piece, which broke the trick."

Mu Chenfeng sighed deeply, and suddenly said: "They made things difficult for you because of the chess records."

"They probably think that what such a powerful chess player seeks must be a rare thing. Who knows that it's just a rubbing of an ordinary fragment, and the master throws it in the pile of books and can't find it." Jiang Yan turned his palm into a fist and moved to the With a slight cough on his lips, he smiled helplessly, "For this reason, we have formed a moderate enmity with them. When we meet again in Chang'an in the next few years, we will inevitably show courtesy and do something secretly."

Mu Chenfeng's smile gradually faded when he saw him talking, and he knew that there would be endless wars in the future, and countless families would be destroyed and displaced.He stood silently beside him, and the fingers that were entangled with him were getting tighter and tighter.

Jiang Yan's younger brother died in Suiyang, and the master and apprentice broke up. The Tang Dynasty lost two unparalleled national warriors and gained an extreme demon king; The peaceful and prosperous age without war has entered the Haoqi League.The two went on different paths, went farther and farther, and finally turned against each other because of the behavior of the hero and the villain. Like now, they don't have to worry about right and wrong, and work hand in hand in the world, and they have paid too much price.

"This lamp market is so expensive, if it's used for something else, it's better than burning it overnight." Someone passed by behind the silent two, shaking his head while complaining.

"This city of lights may still cost money." Jiang Yan stood beside him and said, turning his head to look at Mu Chenfengdao, "Even though wars have plagued the city for years, today's lights are still brilliant, and they illuminate thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, which makes people hope Indestructible."

Mu Chenfeng calmed down because of his open-minded words, nodded and said: "Even if you are in a different camp, the blood maintained by Tang Guozuo will not change."

Jiang Yan squinted at him, and saw the unfading integrity from his proudly standing posture. When he saw the bright lights and endless water, he felt that China has thousands of children. Even if the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind and rain are precarious, Also cut off the backbone.

"Chenfeng, my master used to say that I have no respect for the heaven and the earth, and that sooner or later I will cause disaster. Now, I have gone through the chess game once and can't get out again." Jiang Yan looked at him and murmured , suddenly changed the subject, pointed at his lips and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Osmanthus cake, silver roll, lotus cake, which one do you want?"

The author has something to say: The dialogues of passer-by NPCs are based on game scenes. I really like the Lantern Festival, and I always like to hang up in it.

The most obscure theme of the full text is highlighted in this chapter, which is hope

Husband and wife teaming up to fight monsters is really cool =w=The lamp market is not over yet, let's continue~