I refuse this box lunch

The bright sunlight pours in from the window, the streets and alleys are full of people, and there are endless traffic, which is full of fireworks in the world.

The sky is as clean as water, and there is not even a little devilish energy that escapes from the top of the clusters of buildings.

It seems that the catastrophe that was destroyed before suddenly disappeared from the world like a faint nightmare.

Yesterday's experience lingers in my mind, there will be no falsehood, so what is it now?

Fuhe squinted his eyes, his face was as calm as a statue not close to fireworks, and he tried his best to watch with indifference.

I saw the freshness on the young man's head sticking out of the window sill, the bright light reflected in the black pupils, his mouth was slightly opened, and he was about to say something, probably affected by the heavy cough of the master, and then Swallowed it back.

He hesitated to speak, and reluctantly retracted his head, the small window in the library was closed by the servant boy, blocking his sight tightly.

The view from the pavilion is excellent, and the shopkeepers are lined up under the wall not far away, shouting and selling, which is a bit festive.

"What kind of place is this?" Fuhe still recalled that immature and familiar face in his mind, and the waves in his heart were still unstoppable. He murmured in disbelief, "What time is it..."

Fuhe can be sure that he can never have the ability to cross the barriers of the world, but it is hard to say whether there is a way to reverse time in this world.

Therefore, what was painted with essence and blood is not a protective formation at all, but...

In particular, he couldn't believe for sure that even though he was burning the heavens and traps well, he was still in a life-or-death situation one moment, but how could he become calm and safe the next moment.

Fu He firmly believes that Wu Luan will not harm him, but it has become instinctive to conspiratorial theories about everyone else. First, he turns around and walks down the stairs, grabbing a random person passing by, "Excuse me, what time is it?"

At the same time, a faint hope emerged from the bottom of his heart.

If so...

The person caught by him originally thought he had misheard, but when he heard Fuhe repeating it, he was even more confused. He was about to swear "retarded" with contempt, but when he raised his eyes, he was stunned.

"Xian... Xianjun?"

"Huh?" Fuhe squinted his eyes, wondering what kind of brain circuit this person had, and what kind of problem he was looking for.

The emotions of hesitation, confirmation, ecstasy, and sincerity were almost seamlessly transferred on this person's face, "Xianjun! You must be the Xianjun who came to Muyang from the upper city. You will come to Muyang once a year and show up in the city. The etiquette is all ready, we have been waiting for you for a long time, I, I will go to inform the city lord, the fairy we have been looking forward to for a whole year is finally here..."

The more Fuhe listened, the more confused he became, avoiding this person's heavy courtesy, seeing that he wanted to make the commotion here known to everyone, he simply flicked his sleeves and left first.

A cloud of clear mist drifted away from the spot, and the shield flew hundreds of miles away in an instant.

Fortunately, the realm was not lost at all, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing to be surrounded by a group of city residents who heard the news.

When he reappeared, the wilderness was overgrown with thorns, Fuhe stood on the thin and hanging dead branches, and first looked at his clothes.

White clothes and jade belts, many people in Xiujie wear them like this, it's nothing special, it's nothing more than...he touched his face, is he more handsome than others, is he an immortal?That's too cheap.

In order to avoid insurance, Fuhe recalled the gray indigo that he had seen in a hurry before, and guessed that the customs here were different, so he reset a simple and plain attire for himself. This shape is quite interesting to wear, and it is not a problem to hide in the crowd.

To be on the safe side, he spent half a day listening to the gossip and gossip of the citizens of Muyang from the street to the end of the alley, and he was gradually sure.

The method of protecting the formation and not protecting the formation is so strange and different that it sent him back more than 3000 years ago.

At this time, people also worshiped and admired the immortals, hoping that the immortals would come and bless them, but the immortals were far away, and only immortal envoys were sent to visit occasionally in the upper city of the immortal kingdom.So, with simple wishes in their hearts, they spent year after year praying and singing.

Ordinary people can't cultivate immortals, and they don't have much concept of wanting to become immortals and seek Taoism. They just want their families to be safe, the weather will be good, and the hens in the nest can lay a few more eggs every day.

Of course, Fuhe doesn't know whether it's like this in the world, or Muyang City is unique and its folk customs are extremely simple.

In addition, he also learned from the mouths of several young children that there is still little concept of demons in the world at this time.

Because the children are disobedient, the adults at most use the strictness of the teacher and the legend that the mother-in-law Ye is angry and wants to eat the children to frighten them.

"There are no ghosts in the world, only immortals." A child chewed on his fingers, holding a wooden toy in his arms, two clear noses fluttering in the wind, and his voice was full of confidence.

Fuhe was silent, and was about to stay away from the little overlord, when he saw him poking a finger, pointing from bottom to top, surprised and not without jealousy, he said: "Brother, your mask looks so good!" , Did you buy it from the stall of Old Li’s house at the gate of the city?”

Fuhe: "...Yes." This brat seems to know a lot.

He rubbed his fingers casually, and a corner of an identical mask was exposed from the cuff, "Today is the holiday, the children are all out to play, who can't come out?"

The child slowly opened his mouth wide, with some expectation in his eyes, but he didn't step forward, keeping an appropriate distance from the stranger, and muttered softly: "Dabao and the others are all in the school in the city, and they have asked the teacher for leave. To play at night."

Fuhe curled up his mouth, turned around and moved quickly, slacking off, "Little brat, I'm leaving."

The child looked ahead, his mouth moved up and down, and was about to deflate. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stone steps next to him, smiled through tears, bounced around, picked up things, turned and entered the gate of his own courtyard.

With his hands in his hands, Fuhe waved it step by step, like a kite that was so light that it didn't weigh much, he went round and round, met several schools on the way, and had a panoramic view of the suffering of the young students.

At dusk, like a gentleman on a beam, he flew around the wall without a sound, and came to a closed window hanging upright.

This wealthy family has its own private school and provides one-on-one tutoring, which is obviously a bit harder than other students' schooling career.

Fuhe listened attentively, but didn't feel any movement from inside. After scratching his ears and cheeks for a while, his whole body turned into a light shadow, embedded behind the window edge, and slowly moved among the empty tables and chairs.

The library is spacious and quiet, and the lights are not lit.

Is this already out of school?

Fuhe moved back and forth slowly, jumping from the mounted flowers on the wall to the wick of the hidden lamp, and from the carpet suede to the black ink on the inkstone, rolling around. Home, the condition is not bad.

He was browsing and wandering unscrupulously, when a voice suddenly sounded in the dark corridor: "Who is there?"

It is clear and thorough before the voice change period, which makes people calm down.

The little shadow where Fuhe was was drifting to the neck of a vase, and when he heard this, he froze immediately, turning into a gloomy little cloud: "..."

For no reason, there was a panic of being seen through.

And it doesn't make sense, this is a mortal.

The young man outside the curtain was obviously very courageous, and he took a step forward, "Who the hell? I saw you."

Pain Ying remained motionless, how could he be fooled by such a naive trick, as the footsteps approached, Fuhe hesitated, dissipated in place, and drifted away in an invisible wind.

A white palm with a youthful skinny feeling was placed on the neck of the vase, and it turned slightly outward, but did not find anything unusual, and gave a light gasp, and said in a low voice: "Obviously I saw it, it was the person in the daytime."

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