Chapter 11 Float Tour When I thought about this, someone specially gave it to Ying Bu Ran...
The road was dark at the beginning, and the people passing by were very silent.
These people were wearing all kinds of clothes, but they all wore masks, as if it was some ritual or requirement.
"Is it necessary to wear this mask?" Ying Bu Ran touched the mask on his face and asked curiously.
Zhao Qingxun held her hand and nodded, "Well, it's a ceremony of the Heavenly Celebration Ceremony. In order to let everyone immerse themselves in the joy of the celebration, they abandon their own backgrounds and identities and are here just to participate in the celebration."
I see. I hadn't expected the organizers to consider this. Ying Bu Ran was now looking forward to the celebration even more intensely. In such a celebration, there shouldn't be any discrimination or anything like that, and no one should recognize her, right?
These thoughts were thrown out of her mind the moment she stepped into the market.
It seemed as if someone had deliberately separated the celebration venue from the outside. It was dark and silent outside, but once you stepped inside, it was immediately brightly lit and bustling with people.
Ying Bu Ran was a little stunned. It was her first time to set foot in such a place, and for a moment she didn't know where to step.
As if he could see her uneasiness, Zhao Qingxun chuckled, held her hand tightly and led her forward: "Follow me, be careful not to get separated."
"Oh, okay, okay." Ying Bu Ran came to his senses and was led to the street by Zhao Qingxun.
There are stalls selling goods on both sides, and each stall has at least one lantern, and there are also many lanterns floating in the air.
Ying Bu Ran concentrated his spiritual power on his eyes, saw the spiritual stone in the lamp, and understood the principle behind it.
Before this, she had never thought that spirit stones could be used in such a place.
Ying Bu Ran's attention was soon drawn to the small items on the stalls. Most of the items sold here were related to the festival, such as spiritually blessed amulets, two masked figures said to be immortals, and miniature lanterns.
Ying Bu Ran stood in front of a stall with few people, looking at the small lantern. He could vaguely see two little people holding hands inside.
"Qingxun? Come and see, there are two little people in here, so magical!" Ying Buyan pulled Zhao Qingxun's hand and felt surprised.
Zhao Qingxun came closer and could indeed see the two little figures. Perhaps they felt their gaze, but the two little figures turned around and looked at them.
It's amazing. Even she can't figure out the principle behind this. It must be something that Tianyan Sect and Wanxiang Sect worked on together.
The stall owner was a somewhat elderly female cultivator. Her cultivation level didn't seem to be very high, probably just at the Qi training level. She was dozing off at the moment and didn't care at all that there were not many people at her stall.
But... Zhao Qingxun observed calmly and found that this female cultivator aged rapidly after her bones were destroyed.
Hearing their words, the female cultivator raised her eyebrows and looked at them with some surprise in her eyes, especially when she looked at Zhao Qingxun, she paused for a moment.
But she quickly regained her composure and asked lazily and with a hint of surprise, "Can you see the person in the lamp?"
Ying Bu Ran was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Hey? Isn't it obvious that there are two figures? But the person inside is not clear."
Upon hearing this, the female cultivator sat up and looked Ying Bu Ran up and down, but Ying Bu Ran was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen clearly.
After observing for a moment, she slumped back down, waved her hand, and said, "Yes, that's true. Are you interested in this lamp?"
"Indeed, a little bit, because I have never seen such a lamp." Ying Bu Ran said the truth, and his eyes could not help but move to the lamp again.
The people inside seemed to have changed their posture again. One of them wanted to hug the other, but was pushed away as if in disgust?
don't know.
Zhao Qingxun was much more concise and asked directly, "How much is this lamp?"
"No money, you can take it for free."
Ying Bu Ran blinked. "Huh? No money? Really?"
The female cultivator yawned, sat up again, took down the lantern, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards the two people: "Not everyone can see the little figure inside. Only those with a predestined relationship can see it. I don't sell things based on money, I only look at fate."
Ying Bu Ran gently touched the lamp. When she touched it, the little man inside changed again and turned to look at her.
Seeing that Ying Bu Ran was really interested, Zhao Qingxun checked it out and agreed to let her hold the lamp.
"Thank you for the lamp. Is there anything we can do for you?" Ying Bu Ran asked. He still felt a little bad about taking it for free.
The female cultivator thought for a moment and said, "If you really feel bad, you can give me anything."
Anything... but being too random wouldn't be good either. After searching through his storage ring for a long time, he finally found a small ornament that had also been blessed with spiritual power.
After injecting spiritual power into it, lights similar to starlight will appear, which is very beautiful.
Ying Bu Ran handed the small ornament to the female cultivator, explained its use, and said, "Here, I'll give it to you. I think the starlight it emits will look beautiful if placed in a dark place."
The female cultivator took a look at the small starlight ornament, took it from Ying Bu Ran under his somewhat uneasy gaze, and said, "Well, okay, I accept this exchange. This one is very beautiful."
"I'm closing up my stall now. The float parade is coming up next. It's on the street to the right. There should still be room if I go now."
The female cultivator waved her hand, and the entire stall was put into her storage ring. Then she bowed to the two of them and left.
Ying Bu Ran waved goodbye to the female cultivator. Turning around, he noticed Zhao Qingxun was still staring at her back, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with her?"
Zhao Qingxun came back to his senses and explained, "There's nothing wrong with her or this lamp. It's just that it feels a little... familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."
"Maybe he has seen it during a mission?" Ying Bu Ran guessed.
Zhao Qingxun shook his head, not sure, but now was not the time to dwell on this issue. He would find a chance to investigate it later.
Crowds of people had already begun to gather on the street next door. Zhao Qingxun asked Ying Bu Ran, "Are we going to the street where the floats are?"
Ying Bu Ran nodded and put the lamp away properly. This time she took Zhao Qingxun with her and said, "Let's go and take a look."
At the moment he turned around, Ying Bu Ran seemed to see something else. It was the woman holding a mirror and communicating with someone.
Then, the woman took off her mask, revealing Cheng Banxia's face, but she looked much older.
Ying Bu Ran was startled and stopped. Zhao Qingxun immediately asked nervously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, nothing." Ying Buyan rubbed his forehead, unable to explain what he had just seen. He simply avoided the topic and continued walking. "Let's go, let's go. Otherwise, there will be too many people and we won't be able to find a seat."
Zhao Qingxun nodded and walked side by side with Ying Bu Ran: "Well, let's go. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me immediately."
In the end, they were lucky enough to find a place where they could watch the show without being blocked.
Not long after they stood there, the float team slowly drove over, and the crowd shouted as the floats moved, each one louder than the last.
These vehicles are pulled by spirit beasts and suspended in the air using a technique similar to that used for floating lanterns. Each vehicle has a performer or a small group of performers singing and dancing.
Sometimes, flowers are thrown from both sides and caught by the people on the lanterns, who blow them a kiss in return.
Ying Bu Ran was a little reserved at first, but gradually, as if inspired by the people around her, she also started shouting and celebrating. Zhao Qingxun, on the other hand, stood silently beside her. Due to the limited space, the two stood very close to each other.
Holding hands was a little inconvenient at this time, so Zhao Qingxun simply put his arms around Ying Bu Ran's waist lightly, which made it easier for Ying Bu Ran to join the cheering team.
When a float in the middle passed by, perhaps it was Ying Bu Ran's illusion, the leader of the performance team glanced over here and his eyes immediately focused on her.
Do they know each other? Do they not know each other?
Ying Bu Ran's raised arms were frightened by this stare and she retracted them a little. Fortunately, the man looked away and she slowly recovered.
There were quite a few flowers on the float. When the performance was almost over, the performers threw the flowers high into the air and let the people around them grab them.
Is this also part of the event? Ying Bu Ran thought, and joined the team to grab the flowers. However, compared with the people next to her, she was much more reserved, only reaching out when the flowers flew towards her.
Zhao Qingxun glanced around and silently protected Ying Bu Ran to prevent people around from bumping into or squeezing her.
When the flower-throwing activity was almost over, Ying Buyan didn't get any flowers, but she wasn't sad or regretful.
For her, just being able to experience this activity is enough.
Just as the float was about to continue moving, the leader took another flower and used spiritual power to carry it and float slowly.
This scene attracted many people to scramble for it, but the flower cleverly avoided the hands of the people around it and finally stopped in front of Ying Bu Ran.
Ying Bu Ran blinked, reached out to catch the flower, and looked at the leader. The leader winked at her, then turned away and continued dancing behind the float.
"Do you know her?" Zhao Qingxun stared at the flowers, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Ying Bu Ran shook his head, holding the flowers with a chuckle, and held them in front of Zhao Qingxun: "I don't know who it is. But look! I also got a flower today!"
She couldn't see Zhao Qingxun's face clearly, she could only hear Zhao Qingxun chuckle: "Well, I got the flowers, great."
Ying Bu Ran held the flowers and smiled foolishly for a while. After hearing the cheers from the people around her, she continued to shift her attention to the float performance.
"Let me hold the flowers for you." Zhao Qingxun suggested. Ying Bu Ran didn't suspect anything and handed the flowers over directly.
Zhao Qingxun originally had an urge to throw the flowers away, but when she thought that these were flowers specially given to Ying Bu Ran by someone else, she felt a little uncomfortable.
But Ying Bu Ran liked the appearance of the flowers very much, so she simply put the flowers in a storage ring so that she wouldn't be bothered by them.
Anyway, the flowers placed on the bedside can only be the falling star flowers they transplanted together that day. Zhao Qingxun felt better when he thought about it.
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