My Xiuxian painting style is not right

With two strings of candied haws in hand, Chen Yu was in a good mood. The red hawthorns, coated in glittering sugar, sparkled in the sun, like two strings of exquisite handicrafts.

He imagined the surprised expressions of Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan when they ate the candied haws, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Brother Chen, why did you buy this thing? It won't improve your cultivation."

Wang Ergou came over and stared at the candied haws in Chen Yu's hand with a puzzled look on his face.

Chen Yu glanced at him and said, "Who said that cultivation can't be improved? This candied haws can improve happiness. Do you understand happiness? This is something more important than cultivation."

Wang Ergou scratched his head, bewildered. "What the hell is happiness?"

Chen Yu was too lazy to explain to him and turned to walk towards Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan.

From a distance, he saw two people standing under a big tree, seemingly waiting for him.

Lin Qingxue was still dressed in white, as cold as snow, like a flower on a high mountain.

Liu Ruyan was wearing a red dress, looking passionate and like a burning flame.

"Chen Yu, you're finally back." Lin Qingxue saw Chen Yu with a hint of anger in her tone.

Chen Yu walked up to the two of them with a smile and handed them the candied haws: "I bought this for you."

Lin Qingxue took the candied haws, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and just said softly, "Thank you."

Liu Ruyan didn't hide her joy at all. She took the candied haws, took a big bite, and mumbled, "Hmm! It's delicious!"

Chen Yu felt warm in his heart as he watched the two of them eating candied haws.

He suddenly felt that this kind of life was pretty good.

"Senior Brother Chen, let's go quickly, the Immortal Cultivation Conference is about to begin!" Wang Ergou urged from the side.

Chen Yu nodded, and the four of them walked towards Luoxia Peak together.

At the foot of Luoxia Peak, a sea of ​​people and a bustling atmosphere abounded. All manner of immortal cultivators gathered here, some flying on swords, some riding exotic beasts, and still others walking up the mountain.

Chen Yu and the other three followed the crowd and walked up the winding mountain road.

Along the way, they saw all kinds of stalls selling everything.

On a stall, various spirit beast eggs were displayed. An old man in a blue Taoist robe and with a long beard stood in front of the stall, warmly greeting customers.

"My fellow Daoist, look at my spirit beast eggs. They are all top-quality species. The ones that hatch will definitely be spirit beasts picked out of thousands!"

The old man pointed at a white spirit beast egg and said, "This is an Ice Phoenix egg. When it hatches, it will be an Ice Phoenix with super strong combat power!"

A burly man with a face full of flesh walked over, picked up the Ice Phoenix Egg, examined it carefully, and asked, "How much?"

The old man held up five fingers: "Five thousand spirit stones."

The strong man frowned: "It's too expensive."

The old man shook his head. "This is an Ice Phoenix Egg. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never find it again!"

The strong man hesitated for a moment, but finally took out five thousand spirit stones and bought the Ice Phoenix Egg.

Chen Yu watched from the side and thought that this spirit beast egg was really expensive.

After walking for a while, Chen Yu saw a stall displaying various magic weapons.

A petite woman in a pink dress was standing in front of the stall, greeting customers with a smile.

"Sir, look at my magic weapons. They are the best of the best, extremely powerful, and absolutely worth every penny!"

The woman pointed at a gleaming golden flying sword and said, "This flying sword is made of thousand-year-old cold iron. It's incredibly sharp and can cut through iron like mud!"

A young man in a green Taoist robe came over, picked up the flying sword, and waved it a few times. He felt it was indeed good, so he asked, "How much?"

The woman held up three fingers: "Three thousand spirit stones."

The young man nodded, took out three thousand spirit stones and bought the flying sword.

Chen Yu continued walking forward and suddenly saw a stall selling candy figures.

He remembered that he often ate candy figures when he was a child, so he walked over.

The stall owner was a kind-looking old lady. She held a spoon in her hand, poured syrup on an iron plate, and then used the spoon to draw various patterns on the syrup.

Chen Yu couldn't help but be fascinated by the old lady's skillful movements.

"Young man, what kind of candy do you want to eat?" the old lady asked with a smile.

Chen Yu thought for a moment and said, "I want a Sun Wukong."

The old lady nodded and began to draw on the iron plate. After a while, a lifelike Monkey King sugar figure was ready.

Chen Yu paid the money, took the candy man, took a bite, and it was sweet, and tasted exactly the same as when he was a child.

Chen Yu ate as he walked, his eyes sweeping across the surrounding stalls. The dazzling array of goods dazzled him.

There are those who sell talismans, with strange symbols painted on the talisman paper, emitting a faint light; there are those who sell elixirs, which are colorful and emit all kinds of strange fragrances; there are also those who sell magical tools, including swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, everything you can think of.

He walked to a stall selling masks. The stall was filled with all kinds of masks, including ferocious evil ghost masks, kindly Buddha masks, and funny clown masks.

Chen Yu picked up a fox mask, put it on his face, and made a face at Wang Ergou.

"Brother Chen, what are you doing wearing this?" Wang Ergou said with disdain, "It looks creepy."

Chen Yu chuckled, put down the fox mask, picked up a Zhu Bajie mask, and put it on his face again: "How about this one?"

Wang Ergou couldn't help laughing: "Brother Chen, you are too funny."

Chen Yu was having a great time when he suddenly heard a commotion. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people gathered not far away, seemingly watching something exciting.

Chen Yu and Wang Ergou squeezed into the crowd out of curiosity, and saw a high platform built in the center of the square. On the platform stood a woman in red clothes with a beautiful face and a graceful figure.

"My fellow Taoists, today my daughter, Li Xiangjun, is holding a martial arts competition to seek a husband. Whoever wins will marry me and receive the century-old elixir treasured by our Li family!"

A burly middle-aged man stood beside Li Xiangjun and spoke loudly.

There was an uproar in the audience, and many young cultivators were eager to try and were ready to give it a try.

"A century-old elixir!" Wang Ergou's eyes lit up, "Brother Chen, let's go try it too!"

Chen Yu shook his head: "I'm not interested in a martial arts competition to win a bride." As he spoke, his eyes fell on a package in Li Xiangjun's hand.

The package was bulging, and I didn't know what was inside.

At this time, a tall and thin man jumped onto the platform, bowed and said, "I am a disciple of Qingyun Sect, Zhang San, and I am here to challenge you!"

Li Xiangjun's father nodded: "Yes, please!"

Zhang San drew his sword and attacked Li Xiangjun. Li Xiangjun was not to be outdone and a long whip appeared in her hand, and she and Zhang San engaged in a fight.

The two fought back and forth, and the fight was hard to decide. The audience watched with great interest and cheered from time to time.

Chen Yu was originally not interested in watching, but suddenly, he saw the package in Li Xiangjun's hand fall to the ground.

He looked closely and found that the package contained a large bag of spicy strips!

"Spicy strips!" Chen Yu's eyes suddenly lit up. Without saying a word, he jumped up and jumped onto the platform.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you interrupt the martial arts competition to win a bride!" Li Xiangjun's father shouted angrily.

Chen Yu ignored him and walked straight to Li Xiangjun. He bent down to pick up the bag of spicy strips, tore open the package, took out a strip and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he said, "Girl, this spicy strip is mine."

Everyone was stunned when they saw this. What was this kid doing here?

Grab spicy strips?

Li Xiangjun was also confused. She looked at Chen Yu, not knowing what to say.

After Chen Yu finished a spicy noodle, he took out another one and handed it to Li Xiangjun: "Miss, would you like one too?"

Li Xiangjun hesitated for a moment, but still took the spicy strips and put them in her mouth.

"Hmm! Delicious!" Li Xiangjun's eyes lit up. The spicy strips tasted really good.

Chen Yu smiled and said, "Miss, I see that you have extraordinary bones and are a rare genius in cultivating immortals. Why don't you become my disciple and I will teach you my unique skill - the spicy strip magic skill."

Li Xiangjun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and everyone around her was also amused by Chen Yu.

Li Xiangjun's father was so angry that his beard stood up: "Boy, you are too presumptuous! Come, get him out of here!"

Several Li family disciples immediately rushed to the platform, trying to capture Chen Yu.

Chen Yu sneered and dodged their attacks.

He pulled out a slingshot from his cloth bag and shot a few stones at the disciples.

“Ouch!” “Ouch!”

The disciples were hit by the stones and fell to the ground wailing, covering their heads.

Chen Yu clapped his hands and said to Li Xiangjun, "Miss, please consider my suggestion and become my disciple. I promise you will enjoy the best food and drink."

After saying that, he turned around, jumped off the platform, and walked away.

Li Xiangjun and everyone else were left looking at each other in bewilderment.