I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 298 What to Trade? The Apprentice Gazes In

"If it's a spirit that can't fly, then maybe we can accept it."

Jiang She told her to think about it again.

"That's... swordsmanship?"

Sanshui frowned and barely managed to think of one thing. Her swordsmanship was mediocre, not even as good as her junior brother's.

Jiang She shook his head.

Sanshui then listed many of her skills. For example, she could ride a crane down the mountain, she could avoid being bitten by insects in the summer, and she knew a little bit of basic fire magic, which she had learned from other teachers... They were scattered and trivial, but Senior Jiang kept shaking his head.

At the end.

Sanshui even recalled the words spoken by the Taoist priest at Hongdao Temple, which were tinged with envy as he looked at her and her junior brother.

She quickly came up with a clever idea:
"Could it be our talent for cultivation? But these people are all spirits, monsters, and demons; they should all be able to cultivate, right..."

Jiang She shook his head.

Sanshui breathed a sigh of relief and slumped his shoulders.

She held the heavy piece of fabric and muttered to herself.

"What is that……"

Sanshui Seeks Insight:

"Senior, please just tell me. I really can't think of anything. My head is throbbing from thinking so much."

Behind them were bright lights, and music drifted through the air.

Jiang She stood in the lamplight and smiled.

He said gently:

"If I were a demon, I would probably take away your innocent heart."

Sanshui's eyes widened.

She instinctively pressed her hand to her chest. Only now did she realize that this was the most precious thing she possessed.

Jiang She then looked at Li Bai.

"As for Taibai..."

Li Bai subconsciously touched his chest.

Jiang She said, "That would be a talent for poetry."

Before the two could recover from their shock, Jiang She continued:
"However, even if the spirits obtain it, it is not something they own. It will mostly wear down over time. No matter how pure the heart or how good the poetic talent, it will grow old with time."

"Gradually, my mind became clouded and my inspiration dried up."

Sanshui felt the name sounded familiar, and she hugged the satin tightly.

He muttered to himself from the side:

"Some ordinary people seem to do this too."

Jiang She nodded.

"Over time, this becomes quite common."

the other side.

Upon hearing this, Wu Daozi was filled with inexplicable curiosity.

He felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about how he had just offered to pay for the donkey, but thankfully the stall owner hadn't taken his money.

There was also a strange sense of resentment.

He was also a world-renowned painter, and some said he could "exhaust the wonders of painting".

How come he doesn't have any money on him?
That's really strange.

Wu Daozi didn't ask the question, and Jiang She, wanting to save trouble, didn't answer either.

The group followed the tall, singing procession and walked even further.

Along the way, Sanshui and Li Bai behaved themselves much better.

There are many interesting things at the street stalls, but they just look at them, ask a few questions with others, and don't intend to buy them.

A cold wind swept over me.

Wu Daozi's hands and face were red from the cold. He carefully protected the candle flame in his hand, preventing the flickering flame from going out.

As he walked along, he vaguely sensed it.

After the candlelight was lit, the "passersby" on the road became much kinder to him.

At most, we would just say they "look like decent human beings".

The singing continued in my ears.

We traveled for a long time.

The crescent moon in the sky seemed to rise even higher.

The grand procession, perhaps in sync with them, moved at varying speeds, and every time the cat looked ahead, it felt as if they were right in front of it.

After walking quite a distance, the cat furtively told Jiang She to stop, and then cautiously glanced in that direction several times.

Jiang She did as instructed.

The cat whispered a complaint.

"They were waiting for us and followed us the whole way."

After saying that, the cat looked a little confused, raised its fluffy little head, and looked at the moon.

The bright moon accompanied me all the way.

"The moon in the sky follows us..."

Jiang She laughed loudly.

He stroked the cat's head and said:

"Then let's walk faster. It looks tiring for others to keep waiting for us to walk."

The cat nodded. ...

……

The sounds in Dongshi that night were unusually different.

An apprentice in a blacksmith's workshop once woke up at night to urinate, making a loud splashing sound. As he groggily tied his trousers, he felt as if he could vaguely hear some noise.

It's so late; the guests have long since left.

The East Market is locked at night, and even the watchmen and patrolling soldiers don't go this way.

Who else could be outside?
The apprentice felt a surge of curiosity.

It's nighttime now, and the doors of their blacksmith shop are all closed and can't be opened.

The apprentice listened to the strange sound, feeling a ticklish sensation in his heart, as if a light, soft feather had been scratching at it.

He returned to his bedroom, looked around, and saw his companion sleeping soundly, snoring loudly.

The apprentice was relieved.

He found a long pair of small iron tongs in the corner and heated them in the fire twice.

Then gently poke the oiled paper window.

"rustle……"

The oil paper on the window was burned with a hole, but fortunately it wasn't very noticeable.

The apprentice peered over.

Startled, eyes widened.

He saw that the outside was as lively as a temple fair, with lights everywhere and long lanterns lit up everywhere. Heaven knows where these people got the lamp oil.

Amidst a tapestry of brocade and jewels, a group of people sang and drank heartily.

The blacksmith's shop was far away from those figures, so they couldn't be seen clearly; all that could be felt was an almost unrestrained joy.

The apprentice barely blinked, watching everything with almost greedy eyes.

Until far away.

One of the figures in cyan looked over.

……

Jiang She withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly.

"Someone saw it."

Wu Daozi's heart tightened as he finally remembered his status as an official of the imperial court and that he was "breaking the rules at night."

"So what should we do?"

There is no need to worry.

Jiang She spoke casually, still holding the candle in his hand, "After he wakes up, he probably won't remember these things very clearly."

"But I might get a scolding from my master tomorrow."

Although Wu Daozi didn't quite understand what he was hearing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

While the group was talking.

The group of demons and ghosts also stopped ahead.

These spirits, mimicking human manners, stopped in front of a house that had suddenly appeared. Someone knocked on the door. Jiang She watched with interest, while the cat, too, dared not speak, tilting its head to observe.

"The bride has arrived—"

"Welcome the bride!"

One of them raised his voice.

Behind them, a powerful melody began to play.

The sounds grew louder and clearer, extremely joyful and grand, and the lights shone brightly. Amidst the rising festive atmosphere, the group of people were invited into the house.

The person who opened the door looked back.

He generously invited me to speak.

"Come along, guests, since we've been together all this way!"

The man was somewhat hunched over, and wore a Nuo mask on his head, making him look like a fox.

Wu Daozi took a second look and felt that it looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite remember it.

Step inside.

They sat with the other guests, about ten people per table.

These guests were all impeccably dressed, some as scholars and gentlemen, others as warriors, and at the very least, as neatly dressed children. It was clear that they had intentionally dressed up for the wedding banquet.

Sanshui then adjusted his appearance.

The house is modeled after a large house belonging to an ordinary family.

As for the interior layout...

Wu Daozi was speechless with astonishment.

The use of glass lamps for illumination, and even the presence of fireflies in winter for lighting, was extremely extravagant.

Music drifted in, and the lights shone like a dream.

Golden goblets clattered, and toasts were exchanged. The air was filled with the clamor of voices, a scene of liveliness no different from that of a wealthy and powerful family.

The group was trying to guess the identities of the guests.

Then they heard the wine and dishes being served, and a plate of chicken was brought out. The scholars and guests who had been chatting just moments before suddenly looked up.

Sniffed.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)