Nine float parade
A loud and cheerful music drowned out the rest of his words.
The two were standing on the side of the road and immediately looked back.
The goddess scattered flowers, rustling down from the sky.
Wisps of refreshing vapor, imbued with the aroma of spiritual dew, spread through the air. Crowds quickly gathered on both sides of the street, vying to inhale, greedily absorbing the free purified spiritual energy.
Which prodigal son of a wealthy family has come out and used the Soul Gathering Pill as an incense burner, not just to fumigate the house, but to fumigate the street? Really tasteful.
It was a huge parade of floats.
A magnificent flying boat hangs low, its dancers dancing to the rhythm of music, like fairies in a painting. Silken ribbons flow like a dream, as if a fairyland has descended upon earth. A statue of the Queen Mother stands high above, her face both majestic and approachable, her carved gaze slightly downward, benevolently gazing down upon the people beneath her.
Lu Denghe took out the tabloid he had just bought, which said that the preparations for this year's Queen Mother's Banquet were unprecedented and could be said to be the best in hundreds of years.
The current Lord of Qin City will naturally make his first appearance in politics a grand affair, inviting guests from all over the world and holding a grand banquet.
There are three float parades like this a day, where ordinary people can bathe in the fragrance of the spiritual dew and medicine and enjoy the blessings. This truly continues the legend that the Queen Mother blesses all living beings.
Seeing that his boy turned his head and was attracted by the excitement, Lu Yinche said nothing, leaned leisurely under the eaves of a street house, and looked up at the noisy team.
He remembered many such ceremonies, especially gatherings of the Immortal Alliance. Those prodigals, eager to use top-grade Spirit Gathering Pills as candles, gathered together to compete in burning spirit stones.
Lu Yinche had no objection to this - it wasn't his family fortune that was burned anyway, so he just didn't have to be the one to be sucked in.
Not all of the "fairies" on the flying boat possessed profound cultivation. However, they were beautiful and graceful, and from afar, through the swirling mist, they gave off a rather ethereal vibe, like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady descending to earth.
Lu Yinche had a normal aesthetic sense, but he was not interested in such a scene. Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly stopped.
Was that statue of the Queen Mother "looking" at him just now?
The stone statue atop the float, carved with a simple and elegant style and exquisitely detailed, is a treasured artifact from the Queen Mother Temple in Yaocheng, venerated for millennia and rarely used for parades. The craftsman meticulously polished the stone eyes, which were not inlaid with crystals, making them impossible to reflect light.
Where does this illusion come from?
Lu Yinche looked at the stone sculpture's face with a frown on his face.
No, it's not an illusion.
Those eyes did look at him.
She is "looking".
Lu Yinche wanted to release his spiritual sense to investigate.
Is it some stone spirit or ghost that's inhabiting this ancient artifact? Or is it the Queen Mother, as mortals say, appearing?
The legendary Queen Mother did exist. She was a powerful person who achieved great enlightenment and ascended to heaven to escape from this world. However, it has been so long since she died that her life story has become untraceable.
Leaving this realm meant completely severing one's connection with this world, abandoning one's physical body, and making it impossible to return. However, there was the possibility of existing in a mysterious, indefinable state at the edge of the world, like his master, Xiaoyao Sanren.
But even so, there is absolutely no power to break through the restrictions of Heaven and descend to a populous place like Yaocheng - even if Heaven has loopholes, it will not tolerate such rebellious things.
What’s more…leaving this world does not mean cultivating oneself to become a god.
There has never been a God.
These words suddenly popped into Lu Yinche's mind.
He was a little surprised by this, because he couldn't remember where this idea came from - was it from some unorthodox ancient fragment, or was it hidden deep in his lost two hundred years of memory, or was it just a flash of inspiration or even an inexplicable gift from heaven?
He had no way of confirming it.
He nodded at Lu Denghe and said, "Don't just watch the fun. Take a closer look. Do you notice anything unusual?"
The latter was at a loss.
How could we count on a kid who hasn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage and hasn't even cultivated his spiritual consciousness? Lu Yinche held his forehead and waved his hand: "Go and play."
At this moment, Lu Denghe suddenly grabbed his sleeve, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth: "Ah, Ancestor!"
"What's going on?" Lu Yinche turned around and followed Lu Denghe's gaze towards the restaurant across the street. The windows on the second and third floors facing the street were all open, and many people were leaning half of their bodies out to watch the excitement of the floats.
Lu Denghe tugged at his sleeve: "It's that, that!"
He tried to hint at it, but Lu Yinche was puzzled: "Which one? Have you been gagged?"
Lu Denghe was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else. He leaned close to Lu Yinche's ear and said, "It's the Sword Saint! I saw the Sword Saint!"
As mentioned earlier, Yaocheng is a popular place. There are two types of creatures that are forbidden to enter such places: the powerful beings who have transcended their original world, and the ghosts that crawl in the dark.
Lu Yinche decided to retract his overly absolute judgment.
You can still see ghosts.
He asked a nonsensical question: "What color is he wearing? Isn't it red?"
Lu Denghe:?
"No, no, he was wearing white clothes, just like you, Old Ancestor. I was only focused on his face, so it should be right. I hung his portrait above my bed and look at it every night. I can't be mistaken."
Lu Yinche thought, "Hang it by the bed? You should hang it in the kitchen. With an icy sword cultivator like this, 30% of the fruits, vegetables and meat will go bad."
Having said that, Lu Yinche still carefully looked for the place Lu Denghe mentioned for a while. It was a restaurant with good business, with people coming in and out, but he didn't see the person in his memory.
But come to think of it, the Queen Mother's Banquet in Yao City is far from being able to invite the world's sword masters. Even the former Yan Yanshu, who had not yet reached the top, would probably not condescend to come.
Lu Yinche specifically requested the tabloids from Lu Denghe. Besides understanding the forces within the city, he also sought to uncover important events in Xizhou and beyond. While the tabloids were more focused on gossip than on serious matters, they did allow him to grasp a key point: the current leader of the Immortal Alliance was Liang Xin, a member of the Qingtian Sect in Xizhou. Liang Xin was the uncle of the previous and current Qingtian Sect leaders.
Lu Yinche recognized this man, he was slightly older than him.
I remember hearing a joke: "The person who calls himself a conscience has no conscience." Liang Xin is also a notoriously cruel and ruthless person.
Lu Yinche just thought, how could such a person become the leader? Even if he really had blown a hole in the Tianmen Gate back then, he should be named a "moral model" now.
Why was he still being hunted by the Immortal Alliance, as the rumors said? Unless... he had offended Alliance Leader Liang? He had stolen his opportunity? He had taken his treasure? He couldn't possibly have... spied on him bathing, could he?
Thinking of this, Lu Yinche felt a chill. He felt that watching this "Uncle Liang" take a bath would be worse than watching Yan Yanshu. At least he was tall, fair-skinned and handsome...
No! He suddenly stopped thinking - what was wrong with him to watch someone take a bath? He was not a pervert.
After a short delay, the floats had already departed, leaving behind a few errand boys to sweep up the scattered confetti. The crowds dispersed, the candy vendors resumed their hawking, and the can jugglers continued their jingling tricks.
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing cry erupted, and a young man appeared from nowhere. He was handsome but quite strong, his hair adorned with a dazzling array of pearls and jade ornaments, like a multicolored pheasant that had just robbed a hair salon. "I'm going to marry Sword Saint Feng Ling! What's wrong with me?! Am I not beautiful enough?! Tell me! Tell me!"
Oh, Yan Yanshu’s bad love life.
He was surrounded by a circle of frantic servants, some of whom were desperately pulling at his sleeves, trying to pull him away from the center of the street; others were waving their arms to drive away the growing number of onlookers.
Lu Yinche's sharp ears caught the whispers of passersby:
"...It's the Yang family's precious child! He ruined his health due to his reckless behavior in his early years, and finally got a boy, but he's just not very smart..."
"That's right! You dream of marrying Sword Saint Feng Ling all day long, without even considering your own worth. You're just a mortal who doesn't even know what drugs are!"
"Alas, no wonder the Yang family has fallen on hard times in recent years. Several shops on this street have closed down. They even laid off quite a few employees a few days ago."
"If your descendants are unfilial, even mountains of gold and silver cannot withstand such waste!"
Lu Yinche glanced at it with a lack of interest, but he did agree with the last sentence, "unfilial descendants." The Qichuan Lu family... let's not talk about it.
Lu Denghe looked at him guiltily.
Just as I was thinking about it, some gossip floated into my ears:
"It's okay to be embarrassed in Yao City, but if this gets out..."
"Who doesn't know that the Sword Master Ming Ye is incredibly charming? Although he's a man, his demeanor is even more captivating than the most beautiful courtesan! He's a bit ruthless, but then again, a man loves a beautiful woman who's not evil. This Young Master Yang...what can he compare to? How dare he covet the Sword Saint?"
Lu Yinche: “…”
There was no need to compare. If Yan Yanshu really belonged to him... he would be happy to give it up.
Lu Denghe was worried that he might attack with a few sword strikes to kill those who spread rumors. He coughed twice and said, "Your scroll is nowhere to be found on the market. They're just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."
Lu Yinche was speechless: "Are you still worried that I will kill innocent people?"
Lu Denghe immediately denied it three times, saying, "How is that possible? I absolutely believe that you are not the evil person that the rumors say you are. It's impossible, otherwise, wouldn't you have killed me, a burden, long ago?"
"You seem to have a clear understanding of your position." Lu Yinche didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I don't understand something. The Immortal Alliance is looking for me, so why isn't there a portrait of me on the market?"
Lu Denghe didn't know the reason and guessed, "Uh... maybe the Sword Saint took it away as a personal collection. Wasn't he the leader of the alliance three hundred years ago..."
Lu Yinche rolled his eyes.
"Hehe." Lu Denghe smiled foolishly, "Just kidding. I know you're not familiar with him."
But then again, if the ancestor wasn't around, he would also like to listen to this kind of gossip.
This is the charm of the ancestor.
Even though he's not in the Jianghu, his legend is everywhere. Someone without even a portrait can become a top-tier succubus, how amazing is that!
Lu Yinche heard the hidden meaning in his words and gave him a slap: "You're so impressive! Let's go to that restaurant and take a look."
He pointed across the street.
Lu Denghe followed immediately.
The crying Young Master Yang had been coaxed and carried back by the servants. Lu Denghe noticed that there was a girl next to them, with a cold face, scolding the servants.
He thought the person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was. Not wanting to lose the old man, he quickly looked away and followed him.
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