Chapter 31 031 Those who are willing to indulge themselves are difficult to control...
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"All the talented men and beautiful women are gathered here tonight, why not see who is the best in writing?"
"When swords clash, it's a testament to who is truly a hero! Who dares to take three of my moves on stage?"
"Draw your bow and shoot an arrow, and shoot it through the air from a hundred paces away. The most capable person will win a fine iron arrow!"
"The bright moon in the sky and the thousands of lanterns on the ground complement each other, isn't it beautiful? Would you mind lighting a lantern?"
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Shu Qianhe walked quickly through the streets dotted with red lanterns, smelling the fragrance of flowers, fruits and wine in the air, listening to the loud shouts of the vendors, and watching the crowds around her.
Everyone who passed by her had a smile on their face, so real that she couldn't look directly at them.
Her palms were already sweating, almost blurring out the word "fake" that she had written on her hands with a cinnabar pen.
Shu Qianhe's heart beat faster and faster. She hurriedly stopped, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, like a little monk who knew that she lacked self-control and dared not look at the wine and meat.
"It's all fake, it's all an illusion. I'm in the belly of the World-Devouring Whale now, and I'm not a real citizen of the Xingluo Kingdom..." She repeated in her murmurs, trying to hypnotize herself.
Don't confuse it, don't forget it!
She is not a subject of Xingluo Kingdom!
She is Shu Qianhe, a disciple of Wuji Sect who has awakened her past life memories!
She met "Mr. Lou" outside the restaurant in Zhaixing Town, and was then fed into the monster's stomach by him!
Shu Qianhe pursed her lips tightly. Even now, she still found it hard to accept.
How could “Mr. Lou” be Qinghailou?
Of course, she had heard of this powerful man's name, but she couldn't put the two together no matter what she said, let alone understand how he could treat her like this? It was simply a teasing and persecution without any reason!
It was obvious that he had helped her many times when they were in the illusory world. He was a very good person... Did she misjudge him?
However, speaking of the illusory world, the one she is in now is different from the one she was in in her previous life. The timelines here are completely two different sections.
In her previous life, the fantasy world she lived in was a period of time before the fall of the Xingluo Kingdom. The scorching heat lasted for many days, and then a natural disaster suddenly struck.
But now, the time period in this illusory world is clearly the full moon night banquet, a festival unique to the Xingluo Kingdom.
This difference from her memories of her previous life made her a little disoriented. She had originally been able to prepare herself mentally to guard against "natural disasters", but now she didn't know where the disaster in this illusion was.
"Girl, get out of the way!"
"Hey, watch out! What are you standing there for?"
Her shoulder was bumped by the crowd behind her, and Shu Qianhe shrank back into the corner apologetically, her thoughts interrupted for a moment.
Before she knew it, she had reached the most crowded place.
This seems to be an open-air stage. A girl in costume has just walked onto the stage, and the performance has not yet begun.
"Dear guests, please stay. The Qiongtai Opera is about to begin. Come and watch the beautiful women dancing and listen to a song of sorrow and joy!" The boss with a small mustache standing at the front of the stage shouted loudly.
Someone immediately asked, "Boss, why isn't White Snake here? To me, she's the best singer of the Qiongtai Opera!"
"Hey, White Snake is preparing for the final day of the Full Moon Night Banquet. She needs to take good care of her voice. We won't see her for the next two days. Aunt Hong on the stage sings pretty well too! Please give her a listen..."
It is Qiongtai Opera.
Shu Qianhe was stunned for a moment, remembering what she and her junior sister had heard in the restaurant in Zhaixing Town. She silently raised her hand and rubbed her stuffy chest.
She lowered her head and stared at the word "fake" in the palm of her hand, her expression becoming more and more serious.
I still don't know if Master Wu Heng has made it to the restaurant yet. They must have known about her disappearance and must have been searching for her everywhere. But they certainly couldn't have imagined that she had ended up in the belly of the World-Devouring Whale...
If Qinghailou wanted to kill her, why did he choose such a tortuous way?
In his previous life, he was also in the belly of the World-Devouring Whale. Could it be that this was just his hobby for entertainment?
Shu Qianhe raised her eyes in a daze and suddenly saw a familiar face outside the crowd.
The woman with a beautiful face exudes an otherworldly temperament that is out of tune with her surroundings. She stands in the dim light and shadow, like the green mist rising from an incense burner, so beautiful that it seems unreal.
——It’s the master of Cuihuan Valley, Zhuang Ronger!
Shu Qianhe's heart skipped a beat, and the first thought that popped into her mind was: Could Shui Jue be here too? Then wouldn't her death be inevitable?!
She looked around stiffly, but did not see the man who had caused her stress. The despair in her heart then subsided a little.
She looked back in the direction of Zhuang Rong'er and indeed felt that she was distinctly different from the puppet she was in her previous life.
I just don't know if she is here because she was eaten by the World-Devouring Whale like her, or if she is also a phantom in the illusory world. She was present at the real full moon night banquet that year, so she is restored at this moment.
Shu Qianhe hesitated for a moment, but decided to go forward first.
After all, this was the only familiar face she had seen here...
Moreover, Zhuang Rong'er had appeared peacefully in the Wuji Sect before and seemed to be acquainted with several elders. Perhaps she could help her contact Uncle Wuheng...
When Shu Qianhe passed through the crowd and was about to run to Zhuang Rong'er, a pair of ordinary-looking grandparents spoke to Zhuang Rong'er before her.
"Master Monk... Can you sell the last mechanical bird in your hand to us, grandparents?" The old man held his granddaughter, whose eyes were red, in one hand, and held a silver coin the size of a fingernail in the other hand, looking a little embarrassed.
The little girl's eyes were fixed on the wooden object in Zhuang Rong'er's hand, and it looked like she had been crying about it not long ago.
...It's so real, as if this interaction really happened.
Shu Qianhe was slightly stunned, but saw that Zhuang Rong'er seemed not to hear anything and was looking straight in the other direction.
She followed her gaze and saw that there were three or four monks in white robes surrounding the Qiongtai Opera Theater where she had rushed to earlier.
Judging from the style of their attire…they are cultivators from the Tianque Sect.
All of them were tall and slender. Although only their backs were shown, it was obvious that they were all very young.
One of the cultivators standing in the middle turned his head as if sensing something, revealing half of his profile. Shu Qianhe was shocked and couldn't help but call out in a whisper, "Junior Brother Ah Huai?"
No, that's not right...
His outline and figure really resembled Junior Brother A Huai, but he seemed to have an eye disease and had a silk bandage covering his face.
Moreover, his sword is not an ordinary one, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Unlike Junior Brother Ah Huai, who is a physical cultivator without spiritual veins...
who is he?
Before Shu Qianhe could take a second look, Zhuang Rong'er, who was two steps away to the side, had already made a move.
She completely ignored the grandfather and grandson who came forward to talk to her, and headed towards the disciples of Tianque Sect with the mechanical bird in her hand.
She was moving very fast. Seeing that the green mist was about to drift away, Shu Qianhe was so anxious that she forgot to test it and shouted directly: "Valley Master——"
She pushed aside the passers-by in her way and chased after Zhuang Rong'er.
"Master Zhuang, please wait for me..."
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the pedestrians seemed to be deliberately pushing her forward. The more she tried to rush forward, the more obstacles she encountered on the road.
The crowded crowd blocked her way like a mountain. She didn't know where these people came from, but their number seemed to be several times more than the original number.
Shu Qianhe didn't dare to use her spiritual power rashly. She could only use all her strength to squeeze herself all over, with her hair disheveled, and just barely touched Zhuang Rong'er's sleeve.
She clutched the soft, pale blue shirt tightly and shouted quickly, "Valley Master, you also came from the outside world, right? We are now in the illusory world within the belly of the World-Devouring Whale. Everything around us is fake! I am Shu Qianhe, a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and I..."
The crowd separated them again, and Shu Qianhe's words were drowned out by the noisy surroundings. Zhuang Rong'er never turned around to look at her, let alone respond to her...
At this moment, she only had half a piece of Zhuang Rong'er's clothing left in her hand - it was torn because she pulled too hard.
Shu Qianhe stopped where she was, feeling disappointed. She subconsciously rubbed the soft gauze in her palm. After a few strokes, her eyes widened, and she held it up to the street lights. Sure enough, she saw some flowing star-like points.
This is the most popular fabric right now!
It has only become popular in the cultivation world in recent days... Before this, this kind of quicksand technology did not exist.
Zhuang Rong'er was indeed an outsider who had entered this illusory world just like her! She was not just a phantom from over a hundred years ago!
But why did she ignore her? And why did she go in a certain direction like a madman?
Could it be... Could it be that she hasn't awakened yet?
"Oops……"
Shu Qianhe's breathing quickened and her expression turned ugly, because she really didn't think this was a good sign.
You know, as far as she knew, the last person who had a high level of cultivation but was trapped in an illusion was the Demon Lord Shui Jue.
Those who have the ability to escape from the illusion but are willing to indulge in it are all crazy people who are difficult to control!
Zhuang Rong'er, is she also such a person?
Does she have any obsession in this illusion...?
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The brutal pull on the sleeve disappeared.
Zhuang Rong'er lowered her head slightly and saw some blurry cinnabar on the corner of her clothes, faintly revealing the shape of a certain character -
"Fake".
She paused for a moment, then raised her hand to cover it. After stroking it gently, there was no trace left on the sleeve, except for some torn holes at the cuffs.
She hid her right hand behind her and continued walking towards the white-robed monks. Finally, she stood directly in front of them.
"girl?"
The fellow disciples beside Jing Huai looked at her with some confusion.
A strange woman suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their view of the Qiongtai Opera. She seemed to have something to say, but remained silent.
Jing Huai was also slightly stunned. Two seconds later, he stopped his fellow disciple who was about to question him again and asked Zhuang Rong'er softly, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"
Zhuang Rong'er still didn't say anything.
Her heartbeat seemed to be getting louder and louder, so loud that she could no longer hear other sounds around her. Everything blurred into a rough hum, making it impossible to make out anything, not even Jing Huai's questions to her.
She raised her left hand, holding a mechanical bird in her palm.
This time, she did not dare to step forward because of her inferiority.
This time, she did not rush to send the mechanical bird away or hand it over to a mortal because of his gaze.
This time, it seems like everything is still possible.
No, not this time, this is the first time—she told herself.
Something seemed to disappear as this thought came to her mind.
Zhuang Rong'er felt lost for a moment, but when Jing Huai's lips curled up into a faint smile, she couldn't help but purse her lips.
She finally heard the sounds outside. She heard the tourists at the Full Moon Night Banquet suddenly screaming loudly, and a frightened middle-aged man shouted:
"Help! Help! Aunt Hong died on the stage—"
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