Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

When we left the teahouse, the long street was lit with lanterns, the trees along the street were shaking quietly, and there were cicadas singing among the leaves.

On Qingshi Road, young children are playing and laughing, like a string of bells passing through the market.

When Mu Bai walked down the steps, he saw seven or eight teenagers carrying a sedan chair on the stone arch bridge. On the sedan chair was a statue of Weaver Girl lying across. A row of girls in colorful clothes in front of them crossed the noisy long street waving paper fans.

The people of Lingyundu believe that the Weaver Girl can bless their marriage, so they invite them out of the temple every year to beg for cleverness.

Wherever they passed by, boys and girls on the street clasped their hands together and closed their eyes to pray.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Su Mo asked aloud, "Miss Xiaobai, doesn't she pray for blessings?"

Mu Bai shook his hand: "No, no, I have a lot of love affairs, so don't do it again."

Su Mo bent his eyes, took his wrist and walked towards the bridge.

"Where is this going?"

"Since you don't want marriage, why don't you go to the river bank and put lanterns."

The begging teenagers all chased Zhinu to the other side of the bridge, but the river bank was dark and quiet, with only the faint light of the lanterns floating on the water.

The old man who usually fished by the river started a lantern business tonight. Su Mo bought two lotus lanterns from him, and walked up the plank road with Mubai.

The two squatted at the end of the plank road, lit the wick, and put the lantern on the water.

As soon as you let go, it floats away with the waves.

Su Mo asked: "Don't you want to make a wish? Lanterns can also make wishes."

Mu Bai closed his eyes sincerely, put his palms together and prayed: "Bless me, please don't provoke me any more, the ghosts and goblins will leave quickly..."

Su Mo laughed softly.

Mu Bai opened one eye and looked at him: "What wish did you make?"

"No." Su Mo bent down, and gently pushed his own lantern to make it go faster. "I used to pray, but it didn't come true, so I gave up hope."

"It doesn't work, you still ask me to make a wish." Mu Bai said with a smile, "Do you want to disappoint me too?"

Su Mo shook his head: "God doesn't favor me, but I think he should like you very much and won't disappoint you."

"Well, let me lend you a good word."

The two stood on the plank road, watching the two lanterns staggering away and merging into the River of Thousands of Lanterns.

In the cool wind by the river, the fireworks exploded and rose into the night sky, blooming a magnificent scene of fiery trees and silver flowers.

Fragments of the fireworks fell into the quiet river, lighting up the dark mirror.

"I was wandering on the street this morning, and the vendors said that the lantern show will officially begin as soon as the fireworks are lit." Mu Bai dragged Su Mo to run down the street, "We have to go there quickly, those lights will be taken off in the evening Let's go."

A corner of Su Mo's black veil was lifted by the wind, revealing a smile.

He didn't say a word, just ran after Mu Bai.

The long street is very lively, boys, girls and children come and go with lamps, and the lights and shadows are full of movement.There are still many lanterns on the eaves of small stalls and shops that have not been removed, and the light shines through the thin paper, with a poetic haze.

Mubai solved lantern riddles at a stall along the street, and within a short while took away eight lanterns of different shapes.

Walking to the next house, seeing that the lanterns placed here were all the same as the ones in his hands, Mu Bai was a little unhappy, and said to Su Mo: "The lanterns in the whole street are all made of paper, and all of them are in these styles..."

Vendors thought that guessing lantern riddles was just a fun of the Qiqiao Festival, but you are lucky, you have eight lanterns in one hand, and you don't think there are enough tricks.

I don't know if I'm here to meet my lover or to win a grand slam.

"Girl, go a little further. At the gate of Zuixuan, on the ring of the Li family's martial arts competition in the afternoon, there is a lantern in the ring. You can go and see it."

"Oiran in the lamp?" Mu Bai became interested, "Thank you, brother, I'll go and have a look."

A drunk Xuan outside.

"Thanks to all the folks and folks for your support. My lady found a good husband today, and I specially took out the nine-color glazed lamp from the house as a prize for the begging party." Li Jiading opened the red cloth.

Underneath is a square lantern, inside which is actually a luminous pearl, the light shines through the nine-color glazed lamp surface, and the precious light is still flowing, transparent and bright.

"The Li family is really generous. The nine-color glazed light is worth tens of thousands of taels for the wick, right?"

"That's the night pearl."

Mu Bai was eager to try, and asked a young man next to him in a low voice: "Brother, what are you competing for in this begging party?"

The man didn't look back, just said: "Sing and dance."

"Oh." Mu Bai asked again, "Then how do you count as victory?"

"Look there." The man pointed.

Under the arena, the three maids of the Li family stood in a row, each holding a large basket of silk flowers in their hands: "If you see a song and dance you like, buy a silk flower and throw it on the stage, and the votes will be counted. The one with the most silk flowers will win the first prize."

"I see, thank you."

"It's okay." Li Jiajia Ding stepped off the stage, and the man turned his head and saw Mu Bai's appearance clearly.

He was startled for a moment, and then asked with a smile on his face, "Girl, when will you be on stage? I will give you all my silk flowers."

Mu Bai: "...No, no, thank you."

He waved his hand and quickly pulled Su Mo to the other side of the crowd.

"Miss Xiaobai wants to compete on stage?"

Mu Bai frowned: "It's okay to talk about swordsmanship, singing and dancing... To tell you the truth, when I first arrived in Qinglian Valley, the senior sisters laughed at me for having a bad voice, but I really really want that lamp."

"Singing and dancing is a general term, and sword dancing is also acceptable." Su Mo pulled out the bamboo flute from his sleeve, "If you come on stage, I will accompany you off stage."

Mubai's eyes lit up: "That's a good relationship."

Sword dancing alone is unavoidably stiff and stagnant. If it is supplemented by the sound of the flute, at least you can follow the tune to dance the sword, and it will be smoother.

After Li Jiajia Ding stepped down from the stage, there was a lot of discussion among the crowd, but no one came to the stage to perform singing and dancing.

He was the first to go on stage, and the audience below hadn't become active. If the performance was not good, the atmosphere would be quite embarrassing.

Mu Bai looked around and saw that everyone didn't want to be the first to start, so he asked Su Mo, "Then I'm going up?"

"Go."

Mu Bai was wearing a white silk gauze skirt today, the skirt was elegant and graceful, but it couldn't stop him from being vigorous and vigorous, with his hands resting on the edge of the ring, he jumped up.

For a moment, all eyes were on him, and Mu Bai felt a little nervous.

"The girl from this family is so handsome."

"Based on this appearance, I am willing to give him a silk flower."

"Hey, girl, give me ten silk flowers."

……

Before the performance started, dozens of silk flowers had been thrown up sparsely. Mu Bai was dazzled by the mass of black people's heads underneath, and only looked at Su Mo.

Su Mo nodded at him.

The sound of the flute and the Qinglian sword were unsheathed at the same time.

The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, the sharpness of the dagger is restrained, the sword dancer is dressed in white clothes better than the snow, and a jade pendant between his eyebrows is swaying with the wind, making his eyes glisten like autumn water.

Mu Bai had heard this song many times in Qinglian Valley.

The first half is brisk and melodious, like drizzle beating on banana leaves. When it transitions to the middle, the tune turns steeply, like a downpour, abrupt and manic.

Then he bent down and turned around at an extremely fast speed, the sword light turned into a phantom.

In the middle of the end, Qingyue's flute sound suddenly rises, piercing the night sky, like a phoenix flying out of the bamboo forest.

Mu Bai drew out his sword at the same time, and the light of the sword cut through the long night with unparalleled sharpness.

As the melody weakened, he also danced his sword lightly like a drizzle of snow, slowly withdrawing his sword until the end of the song.

The clear and melodious flute sound dissipated in the night, but people are still immersed in it, and have not regained their senses for a long time, as if they are stuck in the slanting rain bamboo forest outlined by it.

It wasn't until Mu Bai put his sword back into its sheath and bowed to the audience that everyone came back to their senses, and the crowd burst into applause.

Li Jiajia Ding came to the stage, and asked Mu Bai to wait at the back seat.

At the same time, two other servants picked up the silk flowers on the stage.At this moment, the audience had come to their senses, and rushed to the front to buy silk flowers and threw them on the stage, and they couldn't finish picking them up.

The three big baskets full of silk flowers prepared by the Li family were sold out, and they could not be replenished for a while, causing a commotion among the crowd.

Seeing this situation, Su Mo didn't squeeze past, but only glanced at the stage.

Mu Bai was sitting in the back seat, looking at him with a smile, and seeing Su Mo also looking over, he even made a face at him.

Su Mo lowered his head, his brows and eyes were full of smiles.

Xu was afraid that Mubai's waiting would be boring, so the Li family sent someone to bring a fruit plate, tea, and a small round mirror.

He picked it up and took photos casually, tidying up the messy bun.

The night pearls in the nine-color glazed lanterns are extremely bright, and in order for the audience to see the performance clearly, there are lampstands at the four corners of the arena, but the bottom looks much darker, only the lanterns in people's hands flicker like thousands of fireflies.

Mu Bai turned the round mirror a few times, and finally found a good angle that could refract the light from the mirror to the bottom and cast it on Su Mo's face.

Su Mo raised his sleeve to block it, but was still caught by the light.

When he closed his eyes, the light flickered on his eyelids, as if he was standing under the shade of a tree in the afternoon and raised his face.

When he opened his eyes, light fell into his eyes, and the young man in white on the stage was full of smiles, living in that light.

Time seemed to slow down, and then someone came to the stage to sing and dance, but he couldn't see it, and the crowd cheered, but he didn't care.

Until the result of the party was announced without any suspense, Mu Bai jumped down with the nine-colored glazed lamp, and mentioned it in front of his eyes: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Pretty." For some reason, there was a hint of hoarseness in her voice when she spoke.

Light and shadow flickered all around, only the two of them stood in the bright pearl light.In the middle of the crowd, a young man who didn't know who was doing it called out first: "Girl, he played the accompaniment for you so well, why don't you reward him with a kiss?"

Mu Bai was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he looked into the crowd to see who was making a fuss here.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't found the culprit yet, but the surroundings were shouting one after another: "Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Mubai: "..."

Holding the lantern in one hand and Su Mo in the other, he pushed aside the crowd and fled amidst the booing.

The long street is very long, the lanterns are flourishing, and the hustle and bustle gradually fades away.

After running for an unknown distance, Mu Bai stopped at a dimly lit alley, covered the light of the nine-color glazed lamp with a cloth, leaned on the wall and gasped: "I'm so tired of wearing skirts and running around."

Su Mo gave a low laugh.

Mu Bai raised his face and found that they were very close in the darkness.

The summer night wind blows off the flower buds, bringing aromas of osmanthus and citrus.

Su Mo suddenly raised his hand to take off the veil, leaned slightly, and kissed the jade between his eyebrows.

In the dark night behind him, the fireworks exploded "bang", the streamer of cold flames, and the lanterns were ten miles away.