Xianjun has a disaster

After Lu Ren hastily confessed to Yan Ke, he walked all the way to the back door of the City Lord's Mansion with a livid face. When he opened the door, the fairy in white, who always had a smile on his face, had already leaned against the door with his arms folded.

The rough envoy who was supposed to be guarding here disappeared. Ji Xueting explained that he sent them a handful of golden melon seeds and told them to buy wine and drink.

When Lu Ren heard that Ji Xueting had used a handful of golden melon seeds when he left, he choked his breath in his throat, and almost forgot to ask him why he was hiding from others and sneaking out of the city lord's mansion in the middle of the night.

"Well, the obvious reason is that Yanyan was injured. If we told him that we wanted to visit Yingcheng at night, it would be too troublesome for him to send someone to escort him."

Ji Xueting led Lu Ren all the way to the streets of Yingcheng along the alley at the back door, and what greeted him was bright and lively fireworks.

"You still tell me the actual reason."

Lu Ren followed Ji Xueting, walking all the way into the bustling crowd on the road.

Compared with the lifeless depression in Qingzhou, the night in Yingcheng is so noisy and beautiful that it is like an illusion.

It was clearly just an ordinary day, and there were countless men and women dressed neatly on the street, holding lanterns and fruit baskets, beckoning friends, wandering and frolicking on the street.

"... Another reason, it's hard to say."

Hearing Lu Ren's question, Ji Xueting smiled lightly.

"But what's wrong with City Lord Han?" Lu Ren suddenly became a little nervous.

"I don't know." Ji Xueting shook his head and said casually, "At present, he should be fine, but I still have many things I can't figure out."

"Can't figure out what?"

"The monster that escaped in front of the city gate in the morning." Ji Xueting said, "Although City Lord Han explained to me later that the reason why the monster 'resurrected' was nothing more than because he thought it was injured after he cut it. I missed its vitals and failed to examine it carefully. But I didn’t think it was still alive, so that it suddenly went crazy when it came to the crowd... This rhetoric makes me feel a little familiar.”

Lu Ren frowned, thinking hard: "But you also encountered such a cunning monster before?"

"No, what I'm thinking of is what happened when I helped people butcher pigs in the countryside."

Ji Xueting's voice lowered and he fell into memories: "I was still a novice at that time. After stabbing the pig's neck, I felt that the blood was almost drained, so I let go of the rope, but I didn't expect the pig to jump away. From then on, I just ran around the village three times with blood soaring..."

Thinking of the past, Ji Xueting danced and gestured at his throat with his hands.

"Of course, I haven't made that kind of mistake since then. But it's also strange to be here——Lu Xianyou, why do you say that a world-renowned swordsman like Han Ying would commit such a novice butcher? The problem you will encounter? It’s not really a man who has passed [-], so he can’t do it at all, can he?”

"This... I don't know."

Lu Ren murmured.

After pausing for a moment, he couldn't help but look up at Ji Xueting again: "Wait, you... went to the countryside to help people butcher pigs?"

Although he already knew that Ji Xueting was very different from ordinary immortals, Lu Ren was still very surprised by what he heard that night.

"Well, haha, there will always be times in this life when money is not in your hands..."

Hearing that Lu Ren was pursuing this, Ji Xueting quickly laughed twice, and quickly changed the subject.

During the conversation with Lu Ren, Ji Xueting walked through the intricate streets like a local, and after a while, he led Lu Ren directly to a particularly grand long street.

Lu Ren originally wanted to ask Ji Xueting a few more questions, but the scene in front of him caught his eye and made him lose his mind.

Along the long street, there are countless stages, large and small, high and low, and each stage is full of people.

The lights on the stage, the lanterns in people's hands, and the bright candles used for lighting on the long street almost make this night as bright as day.The applause from the audience continued one after another, and the singing voice on the stage was high and slender, and the light, shadow, and sound were intertwined into a blurred and prosperous scene. It reminded him of the Lantern Festival in his hometown many years ago.No, even the Lantern Festival will not have such a scene, and...

"Why are these people wearing masks? And this posture... is there a festival? At this time?"

Lu Ren staggered and followed Ji Xueting into the crowd. Looking around, he faintly sensed that the atmosphere was a little unusual, so he couldn't help asking.

Before Ji Xueting could answer, someone next to him seemed to have heard Lu Ren's question, and interjected with extra enthusiasm:

"Oh, the two young brothers are foreigners? No wonder they don't know our customs. Recently, the demons have been invading around Yingcheng, and there are other things, rampant, rampant..."

"Rampant God." Ji Xueting added.

The enthusiastic man wearing the mask of the God of Joy patted his thigh, and quickly said: "Yes, it is the rampant god, the rampant god is raging! I heard that it is a huge monster. To suppress this monster, you can't just rely on it." As for our city lord, we have to pray to the heavens, three animals and five animals, present plays to reward the gods, worship devoutly, ask the mountain god to bless, help the city lord to put down the demons, and kill the rampant god!"

It turns out that presenting operas to reward gods and asking for blessings is exactly the old custom in Qingzhou.

To talk about the reason, it is probably because Qingzhou has been poor in land and people in poverty since ancient times.Many people can't live on only one-third of an acre of land at home, so they have to go out to find work.Among them, those with better luck will work as slaves and maidservants in other counties and counties in the Central Plains, and those who are unlucky can only work as prostitutes. Half performer and half begging to live like this.

Over time, most of the Qingzhou people are good at singing and juggling. Similarly, they are all fond of theater from the bottom of their hearts, such as shadow puppetry, puppet theater, Qingzhou opera... even offering sacrifices to gods is not the same as other places. The fight is not whether the sacrifice is rich or not, but the stage that is presented before the gods.

And the long street where Ji Xueting and Lu Ren are located is the main road leading to the Temple of Yingshan Mountain.

The theaters on both sides are also specially dedicated to the gods of Yingshan Mountain.

"...I just hope that the mountain god master will be happy after watching the play, and that he can show his power early!"

The enthusiastic person was still praying endlessly, but he didn't know that the two people beside him happened to be the god-lord of Mount Yingshan who was serious and rooted.

Ji Xueting and Lu Ren listened to the man's explanation, and then looked at the brightly lit and bustling scene in front of them. They looked at each other, and felt that the other's expression was very frozen.

"These people are really brave."

Lu Ren murmured.

Ji Xueting then interjected: "...the position of the God Lord in Qingzhou has been vacant for a hundred years, but these people worship here with great fanfare. I am afraid that some evil gods have already occupied the position of God and stole the incense of Nianli."

Speaking of this, Ji Xueting paused, and involuntarily glanced at Lu Ren again.

Needless to say, a vague guess emerged in the minds of both of them.

Before he had time to think about it, Ji Xueting immediately led Lu Ren through the crowd and walked quickly towards the end of the road.

At the end of the street, there are steps going up along the mountain, and at the end of the steps is the Yingshan Temple, which is brightly lit by lanterns and a stage.

It's just that the god sacrifice this night seems to have attracted the entire city of Ying to come here.

No matter how anxious Ji Xueting and Lu Ren were, they couldn't walk any faster.

The two of them were trying to squeeze forward when suddenly a few familiar shouts came from their ears——

"Mr. Snow!"

"Jiro!"

Lu Ren's footsteps couldn't help but stagnate, and he looked up the stage subconsciously. He was looking at two men in togases with wide sleeves and open skirts hugging each other on the stage.

Then the narration is a graceful and smooth libretto, which only sings: "In the cloudy and rainy palace in Wushan, the snow is soft and the lotus is deep at the right time. The golden spring water warms the lotus root and smashes the frost, and the snow is turned into pulp until dawn..."

This turned out to be a drama with the theme of Xuejun lotus flower and some special content.

And there seemed to be more people around the stage.When singing a particularly explicit passage, the voice of shouting is also particularly high-pitched and passionate.

When Lu Ren understood what it was singing, he couldn't help coughing and almost fell over.

"It's unreasonable! Immoral! It's unsightly! How can such a scene of worshiping gods be played, this kind of—"

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows and scolded angrily.

As a result, before he could finish his sentence, he was ridiculed by countless other people.

"Outlanders know nothing!"

"Every time I played this show before, the incense in this fairy altar burned faster than the other places. The old mountain god likes to watch this kind of scene!"

"that is!"

"The play we presented to Master Mountain God has nothing to do with foreigners like you!"

……

"You, you—"

Lu Ren was about to be so enraged by these ignorant villagers that the veins on his forehead popped out. Just as he was about to curse, a hand stretched out beside him and grabbed him.

The mountain god, who was officially canonized by the heavenly court, smiled wryly, and said repeatedly, "Forget it", and just like that, he forcibly dragged the furious Lu Ren out of the crowd.

"Ji Xianyou! Look at them! This, is this plausible?! It's unreasonable!" Lu Ren was still in a rage, but when he suddenly saw Ji Xueting, he couldn't help frowning, "This is a random arrangement of your relationship with..., and Or are you not angry that this kind of obscene libretto is performed in such a large audience?"

Ji Xueting looked indifferent.

"There's nothing to be angry about. It's nothing more than mortals expressing their feelings based on their own thoughts and relying on the past. They say it's Xuejun Lianhua, but that has nothing to do with me."

After a pause, Ji Xueting suddenly smiled slightly, and said again: "Besides, whether Mr. Xue or Lianhuazi, they died as early as 3000 years ago."

"Can……"

Instinctively, Lu Ren wanted to say something more, but with the look of last Ji Xueting now, those words were all stuck in his throat for some reason, and he couldn't speak.

At this time, Biansheng followed the two of them forward and passed a new stage. The opera sung on it sounded like it was still related to Xuejun Lianhua.When Lu Ren heard the familiar names mixed in the aria, his scalp almost went numb, but after listening carefully, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.This time, it is no longer singing those things that are offensive to public morals, but the story of Lianhuazi angrily beheading the prince.

Unfortunately, this prince is the last prince of the Xuan Dynasty 3000 years ago, and also Ji Xueting's biological brother.

This person is naturally far inferior to the protagonist of the tragic love story, whether it is fame or fame among the people.In fact, in the legend, he is a wolf-hearted, cruel, unscrupulous villain.When the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, he left behind his weak and beautiful younger brother Xuejun and fled first, but he was later arrested by Lianhuazi with a god, and he was forced into the sacrifice platform, and died miserably after being hacked into pieces.

... For ordinary people, it is indeed a good plot to relieve hatred and anger.

However, when Lu Ren turned his head, he found that Ji Xueting's expression was slightly chilled amidst the applause from the audience.

Immediately afterwards, he watched as a wobbly paper bird flew out of Ji Xueting's sleeve and headed straight for the stage.

After the paper bird flapped its fan, the play had to come to an abrupt end amid screams and panic.

"Officer Ji Xian?"

Lu Ren's face was full of confusion, and it took him a long time to ask in a daze.

"Are you angry? Wait, didn't you say earlier that it was just arranged by later generations and has nothing to do with you? Why are you—"

Ji Xueting turned around after receiving the paper bird, the smile on his face was the same as before.

"Ah, that, it's nothing, I just think that person sings too badly, I just can't listen to it."

While saying this, he walked forward slowly.

After a while, he murmured softly again as if talking to himself: "My brother is indeed not a good person. If you count his various crimes in detail, it is not an exaggeration. But... "

Walking through the brightly lit street, Ji Xueting's eyes showed a subtle look of nostalgia in the reflection of the firelight.

"He is very bad to millions of people in the world, but he is very good to me."

Lu Ren walked a few steps behind Ji Xueting, peeping at the man's expression, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"...It's a pity that he was killed later. After his death, I never met someone who treated me so well."

He heard Ji Xueting speak in an almost whisper-like voice, extremely calm.

At this time, if it is said that the mourning is changing, it seems a bit wrong?

Lu Ren was thinking hard about what to say, when he saw Ji Xueting's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a blue light swept out from behind him, pointing directly behind them.

"Who?! Get out!"

Ji Xueting turned his head to look behind him and shouted solemnly.

……

……

……

"Brother Xue Ting."

After a while, there was an extremely weak and pale voice, staggering out from the corner.

Yan Ke stood behind them, looking at them with a bloodless face.

The author has something to say: The masses: Master Shanshen just likes to watch this kind of dirty drama!

Mountain God Ji Xueting: ...I am not!I don't!