After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

On the 29th, the end of the winter month.

The weather was excellent, half a red sun loomed, and the Qingshui River shone like green. There were more than a dozen large vermilion and gold boats parked on the shore, and a woman in snow-white sacrificial attire stood at the head of the boat.

The woman's thick black hair hung down to her waist and was not tied. She only tied a thin blood-red ribbon around her forehead and tied it behind her head. She couldn't see her face because she was covered with a mask of the same color as the sacrificial dress to cover her entire face. , holding a pair of snow-white bird feathers in his hands, dancing with the wind.The sacrificial gown is spacious and elegant, and she is also elegant, floating like a fairy, flying in a trance.

This woman is the one who will perform the sacrificial dance at this year's Snow God Festival.People in Wuzhou respect all things and respect the Snow God. All the girls in the family have practiced dancing since childhood, so that one day they can sacrifice the dance to the God at the Snow God Festival.Being able to stand out from the crowd is a real phoenix among girls, with superb dancing skills.

Knowing that he was quite looking forward to this, he stood on the second floor of Xingsan's boat and had a panoramic view of the whole ceremony. His cheeks were reddish against the thin sun, the color of roses. He shook off the folding fan he had snatched from Mu Tongchen, Shade the sun on the forehead.

A handful of snow-white petals filled the sky, fluttering and dancing, rising and falling from time to time, landing on the vermilion arch bridge, on the top of the shrine, and on the shoulders of tourists.The sky and the earth were suddenly white, like snow.

Looking through the heavy snow curtain, in the Vermilion Temple, Mu Tongchen was sitting on the statue, crossing his legs, dozing off with his head propped up like an old man, and the jade fragments were casually placed by his feet, and the flowers and branches were crushed a little .

He withdrew his gaze, patted the flowers off his shoulders, and slandered to himself, what a waste of a good scene.

Rong Wen, who had been standing silently on the right side of him all this time, stretched out his hands to pick off a few petals on top of his head, straightened his hair that was blown by the wind, and said nonchalantly, "It's very windy here, sir, why don't you go inside and watch."

The Snow God is a god of heaven and righteousness, and the rituals and music are very important for sacrifices. The rules are complicated and can't be sloppy at all.

He glanced at the priest who looked like he was holding flowers and prostrating his head while reciting prayers. Guessing that the dance was coming soon, he raised his head and squinted with a smile.

Rong Wen nodded and said "hmm" for a while, remembering something, and asked again: "Did your lord have any mortal festivals before?"

He froze for a moment, and felt a little embarrassed, "It's really not true. I only grew up to 17 years old in the mortal world, and the military regulations are strict. Although major festivals are celebrated, they are all in moderation. I really don't know how ordinary people celebrate festivals." .”

He has been in the military camp for as long as he can remember, his mother has been lingering and sick all the year round, and he has never seen him since he was a child. His father is a general who is responsible for a country, and he is busy all day without touching the ground. How can he grow up like an ordinary child.

Rong Wen nodded, his tone suddenly a little nervous, "One month later it will be the New Year's Eve in the world, when that time comes to Dawangshan, my lord, I will take you to watch the fireworks and the little demon fighting lanterns... I have a piece of flowers, and I want to Let you see."

After speaking, I felt that he would refuse, so I lowered my eyes and smiled slightly, and added in a lower voice, "But it doesn't matter if you don't come."

Seeing that Rong Wen's reaction was quite interesting, he became narrow-minded again, suddenly raised his face and approached Rong Wen, and smiled charmingly, "Okay."

Rong Wen didn't dodge it, he looked at him without any evasion, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

His bad intentions didn't succeed, but he was a little frightened by him, so he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face, but felt that something was wrong, and he didn't want to keep his hands in mid-air, so he could only turn to touch his nose,

"You Dawang Mountain also celebrates mortal festivals?"

Rong Wen smiled even stronger, "The time in the mountains is boring, so I want to have some fun." He added: "I'm glad you can come."

This time he stopped smiling, and only looked at him with his dark eyes.

Apart from being serious, there was something more complicated in that look, which he couldn't quite understand. After being dazed for a moment, he smiled and nodded.

After the priest finished his prayer, he returned to the boat, and bowed to the woman in white at the bow. After the salute, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and all the people looked solemn, and the only sound in the world was the whistling of the wind.

A moment later, a long drum broke the silence.

Following the sound of the drum, the woman in white leaped down from the bow of the boat and landed on the flower branch with her bare feet. When the sound of the drum fell, she stood firm, and then the bell and drum rang together. Intertwined.

The woman flutters her sleeves to the music and moves when she is still. She is as still as a crane that is about to fly but does not fly. She moves like a flying mallard. She takes off her mask from time to time, with simple red patterns painted on her forehead and eyes, and black hair with red ribbons. Intertwined and flying in the "snow curtain", the silver bells on her ankles and wrists jingle with her movements, matching with the bells and drums, and the feathers in her hands are like flying dragons flying into the sky.

Agility and agility are unparalleled in the world.

Knowing that he tapped his palm lightly with the fan, he was amazed, but his mind was wandering away, he looked around quietly, for a long while, he didn't notice anything unusual.

The dozen or so big boats were silent, and there was only the sound of music and wind in the world, he dared not speak out, stretched out a hand to lightly tug on Rong Wen's sleeve.

Rong asked understandably, and set up a ban to separate them from the surroundings.

Knowingly loosening his sleeves, straightening out the folds, he asked: "The ceremony is almost over now, do you notice anything unusual?"

They didn't come here to observe the sacrifice, but he didn't find any trace of the teacher from the beginning to the end, so he felt suspicious.

Rong Wen shook his head, but on the contrary, his expression seemed to be in control of the whole situation, and he was sure of winning, "No hurry, there will be a lantern festival at night, I will definitely not let the adults lose the bet." After speaking, he smiled slightly at him.

"Lantern Festival?"

Speaking of the Lantern Festival, he really didn't know. Although he lived in Bujian Mountain for a while, it was the first time he came to Wuzhou seriously, and he knew very little about the local customs.

Rong Wen tilted his head and continued to laugh, "My lord will find out later."

At this time, the music stopped abruptly, knowing that he was attracted.

After the girl danced, she landed in front of the Snow Temple, followed the sound of the silver bell, and walked in, put the snow-white sparrow feathers in her hand on the desk, and saluted Mu Tongchen respectfully.

The wind stops, and the quiet needle drop can be heard between heaven and earth.

Mu Tongchen stood up from his seat, straightened his clothes, and with a rare dignified face, he saluted the woman, straightened up for a moment, picked up the jade fragments and waved them, following his movements, a few petals floated from the flower vines and rolled them out of the temple.All of a sudden, the wind blows and flowers fly, and the sky and the earth are white, one after another, endlessly, like snow and goose feathers, everywhere.

The people were bathed in the sunset and snowflakes, reaching out to catch those petals, laughing and laughing, peaceful and peaceful, as if they were in a paradise.

Knowing that the first time I saw this scene was thrilling, I was also infected by this scene, and I couldn't help but smile brightly on my face.

After Mu Tongchen finished his blessings, he hid himself from the crowd and returned to the boat. He resumed his playful smile, raised the broken jade in his hand, and pretended to be heartbroken, "I'm exhausted, sir. This piece of jade will be bald one day."

Knowing that he suppressed his smile and didn't bother to pay attention to him, he squinted at the crowd of people lining up to pray for blessings under the Snow Temple, and asked, "Are you back now?"

Knowing what he was referring to, Mu Tongchen snatched back the fan in his hand and twirled it in his hand, "There are some parents who are short-sighted, I keep my ears."

After speaking, he raised his finger and pointed to his right ear.

Knowing that he is noncommittal, Mu Tongchen seems to be careless and out of shape all day long, but he knows everything clearly, and as a snow god, he also does his duty and has never had any problems. He knows this very well.

Thinking of the real purpose of the two of them coming to the Snow God Festival, Mu Tongchen stopped his movements and asked thoughtfully, "Did you find any traces of the monster?"

Mingzhi frowned and said, "Not yet."

Hearing this expected answer, Mu Tongchen slapped his fan on the palm of his hand, and laughed loudly: "Sure enough, my lord's deterrent power is by no means ordinary."

Knowing that Wuyu gave him a blank look, but he also murmured in his heart, could it be that the three of them really startled the snake?While thinking, he raised his eyes and saw Rong Wen, and his words flashed in his mind, 'I will definitely not let adults lose the bet. '

Inexplicably, her heart settled down, she tilted her head to look at him, and the corner of her mouth seemed to be hooked.

The winter days are long and the nights are short and the days are short. In just a few words, the thin sun sets on the western mountain, and the clear water will make the lights on both sides of the river begin to bloom, reflecting the half-brightness and half-darkness of the world.

Rong Wen said that the lantern festival was slowly unfolding in the half-light, and vendors set up shops on the river bank one after another, selling all kinds of food or gadgets.

Why is it called the Lantern Festival?

Because there are big or small lanterns in different shapes and colors hanging in front of each shop as a signboard to attract tourists.

Because of the lantern festival, both sides of the river suddenly became lively. On the contrary, the dozen or so vermilion big boats on the river bank were deserted, with only a few clear people remaining.

Knowing that they followed the flow of people, they got off the boat and wandered around.

The road along the bank of the river was narrow and crowded, and Mu Tongchen was squeezed out of sight as soon as his feet touched the ground. Thanks to Rong Wen Gaoda, who protected him well, he managed to reach a slightly open place.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, looked up and saw the shadows of the trees all around, and the bright moon was mottled, took out a message talisman from his sleeve, and went to look for Mu Tongchen.Tourists come and go, his movements are not shy and not too eye-catching.

"Are you alright, sir?" Rong Wen asked him softly, a sword was already in his hand at some point.

It was the one he had seen before.

He smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on the sword.

After ascension, most of the gods in heaven disdain swords and other weapons that are too sharp and murderous. Apart from him, this is the first time they have seen someone use a sword, so they are inevitably a little curious.

Rong Wen threw the sword to him.He took it with one hand, the sword was very heavy, much heavier than his absolution, the snake bones on the hilt were lifelike, and he knew that the glazed stones were like stars.

It is a good sword.He was delighted in his heart, but he looked at Rong Wen with a hesitant expression.

Rong Wen smiled and made a "please" gesture.

With the permission of the sword owner, he drew the sword knowingly and quickly.

The sword was about an inch out of its sheath, and the cold light radiated in all directions. The sword energy quickly pierced the person who drew the sword, but the moment it was about to hurt him, it turned into a cloud of water vapor and surrounded his body, with an indescribable lingering meaning.

He admired in his heart.This sword is indeed worthy of Rong Wen.

He returned the sword to Rong Wen and said, "This sword is very suitable for you. Do you have a name?"

Rong asked, "Delusion."

Knowing that he was stunned when he heard the words.The name delusion has a good meaning.

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Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu" is quoted

Today, I invited my wife to my house to play, and he agreed! Happy x 100.

——Excerpt from Little Fox's Diary