silent at night

At dawn the next day, Kenichi had disappeared, and Lan Xuan woke up Beibei with a sword in his hand: "It's time to go on the road."

Beibei rubbed his sleepy eyes, hey, it was only when he saw the flagon on the ground that he realized that he had really drunk last night.

Youmingzhou is a small town with a relatively low terrain. The city is surrounded by mountains on three sides and near water on one side.

On a mountain trail leading to Mingzhou, Beibei was listening to Lanxuan's talk about how the Xiaoyao faction won the battle of Kongtong Mountain with a small number of enemies against a large number of people. Beauty.

Beibei stared at this beauty and couldn't help being dazed and dazed, such a shy and elegant girl with lavender embroidered clothes, light green embroidered shoes, and a shy appearance that didn't know how to speak, Beibei It was the first time I saw such a beauty.

"You two young heroes..." the beauty said coyly, "I want to ask you something, I wonder if it's convenient."

Bei Bei hurriedly said, "But it's okay to say."

"Xiang Qi, have the two young heroes met Xiang Qi before?"

Beibei was very suspicious, who is Xiangqi, how could he be so familiar.

Lan Xuan frowned.

Seeing that Beibei didn't answer, the beauty asked Lanxuan: "My lord, the little girl and Xiangqi met at the north of Mingzhou on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month of Ding Chou's year, but, but, the little girl wandered around and waited for four years, but nothing happened. There is no sign of him. If you know where Xiang Qi is, please..." He became anxious.

"Xiang Qi's sword has been broken on the cliff of Ji Mocheng for seven years."

Beibei was even more amazed: This woman, what are you doing looking for a sword, waiting for a sword?Could it be that she is crazy!Waiting for a sword!

"Ah!" The beauty turned pale and was shocked.

Beibei was even more puzzled, so what if the sword is broken.

"Treasure." Lan Xuan took Beibei away, Beibei looked back from time to time, the beauty stood there straight, muttering to herself: "See you or leave..."

"Brother Lanxuan, what is she waiting for with a sword?"

"She is a sword in her own right, she is a sword soul, and she just transformed into a human form."

"what?"

Mingzhou is indeed a cultural capital with a long history.

The bustling business tourists from all over the world come to visit the Obon Festival. The Obon Festival is even famous: Ghost Festival.

Beibei and Lanxuan lived in the inn for a few days and had enough rest.During the period, Beibei helped a southern weapon shop to renovate the house, and got some rewards.The aunt who helped sell cabbage found the youngest daughter who had left home and was fond of fun.I asked a fellow who went to the south with him to bring a letter to his hometown to report his safety.Lan Xuan stayed in the hotel all the time, always looking worried.

The Obon Festival is here.

At night, almost all the residents and tourists in the city hold a lamp that can not be extinguished in the water and put it on the shore, saying that it is to guide the souls who have not returned home for a long time and guide the way home.When the lamp is on, the souls of the dead people will return to the underworld.

On the main street, all the lights are turned off, and a group of dancers and musicians dancing dance music are playing and dancing, which is a classical way to celebrate the obon festival.

Beibei and Lanxuan also came to the main street with lanterns.How busy it is here!Everyone is dancing to the music, a sea of ​​joy, celebrating this ancient national custom festival in a unique and ancient way!

The owner of the hotel is a talkative uncle, and happily introduced the local festival to the two foreign tourists: "Here, the scenic spots are not to be missed. Every year, there is a white-clothed dance team celebrating the festival to cheer everyone up! According to legend, Yu During the Orchid Bon Festival, all dancers in the dance team must wear masks, and they cannot show their real faces. If they violate it, it is unlucky. After the dance team performs, the weather is good, and the celebration is over, hahahahaha. "

Beibei listened with great interest.

The owner of the hotel drank an extra glass of good wine, and suddenly leaned close to Beibei's ear mysteriously: "I heard that all the dancers in this dance team are very iconic beauties, hahahahahaha, it's really getting better and better." If you don’t let me watch it, your imagination will run wild, hahahaha!”

Gradually, gradually, a group of dancers wearing masks and white hats covering their black hair drifted in from a distance...

Clothes are as white as snow,

lonely as snow

ancient rattle

Dancing posture swaying and flying lonely

Is it a person, or a soul?

Why is the transparent white clothes so unreal

Fluorescent light blue,

The face under the mask is the nightmare of the family missing?

"It's so beautiful, it's so lively tonight!" Beibei happily joined in the dance of young and old, by the way, brother Lanxuan.

In the distance, Lan Xuan stood facing a dancer in white with a mask covering her hair.

For a long time to meet

no chance to meet face to face

The two were so close that they could almost smell each other's breath.

Lan Xuan is dressed in white and light shirt, with a wide black belt and a saber, black hair mixed with a few strands of white hair fluttering in the wind, staring eyes.

The masked person on the opposite side has white robes with wide sleeves, and the watery eyes under the mask are shining with waves.

A gust of wind lifted the white clothes of the two of them,

"You are..." Lan Xuan said cautiously.

The people on the opposite side let silence fill the distance between them.

Lan Xuan seemed to have made up his mind, frowning, "Wait for me to lift this mask!"

Suddenly, there was a strong wind.

Dancers have been mixed into the white dance team.

The white-clothed masked dancers headed back to the end of the street in unison,

The ancient rattles,

it's time to leave,

The team shadow gradually becomes transparent,

gradually disappears at the end of the street.

Lan Xuan was in a daze, but his raised hand hadn't been put down yet.

You can't go wrong, you can't go wrong!Lan Xuan's expression suddenly enlightened, Xiaoxian, Junior Sister... I found her just now!

Suddenly, the gorgeous fireworks burst out in the sky, and the blossoming fireworks spread out, and the fire light filled the sky, reflecting the prosperity of Mingzhou.

In the river, bright lights floated along the river, guiding the returning souls back to that world again.With good wishes, people admired the bursting of fireworks in the sky and the flowers blooming in an instant. The short-lived overwhelming country and city, the Obon Festival gradually came to an end.

That night, Lan Xuan was tossing and turning on the bed, a round of bright moon hung high, and the moonlight reflected into the hut. Gradually, the night was getting late, the courtyard was deep, and the night was cold and dew heavy. Lan Xuan, who was mumbling words, slowly closed his eyes...

Clothes as white as snow, black hair shawls, gentle fingertips trying to touch the face of the sleeping man.

"Junior Sister!" Lan Xuan suddenly sat up, trying to hold the jade hand, and asked her why she hadn't shown up for so many years.

However, nothing was held.

It seems to be a hallucination, a dream, or Xiaoxian, who is very good at dexterity, deliberately avoids it?

Could it be a dream?Lan Xuan lay down again... lightly twisting the gold tassels on the purse at his waist.

Those are the golden tassels stitched on by the junior sister.

That time, I received a rare dragon jade pendant from a female sword fairy who had admired me for a long time, and hung it on the hilt of Xiangqi's sword.The little junior sister asked strangely what it was, and she prevaricated for a while, but she was still discovered.The younger junior sister angrily grabbed the gold tassels for the purse she sewed for him, and shouted: "Let me cut it, let me cut it! Why did I come here! I made it for you, don't you?" It’s rare, someone will give you better tassels anyway!” Holding the scissors, he insisted on cutting them off.Fortunately, Lan Xuan quickly snatched it away, Xiaoxian was crying, and before a bunch of senior brothers knew about it, Lan Xuan had to coax her: "Okay, stop making trouble, I won't hang up, Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, I'll give good things to my junior sister, okay?" Xiaoxian glanced at the dragon jade pendant angrily: "Hmph, who cares." (Xiaoye quickly hid Daiyu Baoyu's book behind her back, and occasionally Plagiarism~~)

Lan Xuan gently twisted the gold tassels on the purse, and did not close his eyes all night.

At the same time, Beibei in the next room was flipping through the only thick medical book left to him by Mingyue Xiaoxian. Over the years, in addition to practicing during the day, Beibei repeatedly memorized the contents of the medical book at night. Some of them understand very well, some of them simply don’t understand, but they still force themselves to memorize memorization fluently, and recite the simple hand-drawn drawings of those medicinal herbs, including a few veins, and a few fine hairs.

Until dawn, Beibei knocked on Lanxuan's door to ask if it was time to go on the road.

Lan Xuan began to ask around where the white dancers dance team was sent last night and where they trained their dancing skills, but no one seemed to know.

The clue was interrupted again and returned to the original point.Lanxuan planned to start with Mingyue Xiaoxian's family background.