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The young man had a playful look on his face, yet he possessed an inexplicable air of knowing everything and being calm.
Although he is a teenager, his voice is slightly deeper than that of boys of his age, and is very pleasant to the ear.
Xie Lian sat upright on the ox cart, pondering for a moment before saying, "Blood Rain Visiting Flowers, this scene sounds quite remarkable. My friend, could you tell me how it came about?"
The young man sat casually and slowly introduced other details about Huacheng to Xie Lian.
Xie Lian suddenly remembered that they had been talking for so long and yet neither of them knew each other’s name. He asked, “My friend, what is your name?”
The young man raised a hand to his brow, shielding himself from the wine-red afterglow of the setting sun. He squinted, seemingly disliking the sunlight. He said, "Me? I'm the third child in my family, and everyone calls me Sanlang."
Since he didn't volunteer his name, Xie Lian didn't ask any further questions. He said, "My last name is Xie, and my given name is Lian. Are you heading this way, too, to Puqi Village?"
Sanlang leaned back against the straw, resting his head on his hands and crossing his legs, saying, "I don't know. I was just wandering around."
Hearing that there seemed to be something behind his words, Xie Lian asked, "What's the matter?"
Sanlang sighed and said leisurely, "There was a quarrel at home, and I was kicked out. I walked for a long time, but there was nowhere to go. Today I was so hungry that I almost fainted on the street, so I just found a random place to lie down."
Although the young man's clothes seemed casual, the material was excellent. He was well-spoken and seemed to have a lot of free time every day, looking here and there and knowing everything. Xie Lian had long guessed that he was the young master of some wealthy family who had run away to play.
For a pampered young man to travel alone for such a long time must have faced many hardships along the way, and Xie Lian was well aware of this.
Hearing him say he was hungry, Xie Lian rummaged through his small bag and pulled out a steamed bun. Luckily, he was still hard and said to him, "Want some?" The young man nodded, and Xie Lian gave him the bun. San Lang looked at him and asked, "You don't have any more?"
Xie Lian said, "I'm fine, not too hungry."
Sanlang pushed the bun back to him and said, "I'm fine too."
Seeing this, Xie Lian took it back, broke the bun in half, and handed him half, saying, "Then you have half and I'll have half."
The black and white cat on the straw pile also jumped down, moved to sit next to Sanlang, and stared at the steamed bun in his hand.
Saburo: "(╬￣Van￣)"
The cat: “(*＾-＾*)”
Meanwhile, the two Supremes were communicating with spirits in a place where Xie Lian couldn't see them.
Blood Rain Loan: [What are you looking at?! None of yours]
Yunfan Gu Lingyun: [Those who see it will get a share, give some]
Blood Rain Loan: [This is what my brother gave me!! Go play with your straw!]
Xie Lian watched the affectionate exchange between the man and the cat, then burst out laughing and said, "Never mind, I'll give it to it." He lowered his head and broke off the remaining half of the bun in his hand. Seeing this, Sanlang quickly said, "Brother, don't give it to it. I'll give it to it."
Xie Lian watched him tear off a handful of steamed bun crumbs with a painful expression on his face and said with a smile, "Is this your cat? It's quite interesting."
San Lang nodded, and Xie Lian asked again, "What's its name?"
The cat seemed to realize something and turned to look at Sanlang.
Yunfan Gu Lingyun: [Zhao! Gou Huacheng, you better not give me weird names!!]
Mo Qiuyan: It’s over, it’s over, this guy will definitely not be normal!
Hua Cheng couldn't agree to her wishes, so he smiled and said to Xie Lian, "Brother, look, this is a cute cat, isn't it?"
Xie Lian nodded: "Then it should be called...?"
Sanlang continued, "It's called Goudan."
Xie Lian: ???
The cat jumped up and gave Saburo a big pouch.
Sanlang covered his hand and showed the wound to Xie Lian with a wronged look, "Brother, Goudan scratched me."
Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing the fur ball beside him with eyes blazing with anger, he said, “San Lang…”
Sanlang immediately became serious, looked at Mo Qiuyan, and said with a smile: "Okay, brother, I was just joking."
Then he said, "Its name is Xiumao."
Xie Lian: ...It seems even more outrageous
He turned around to look at the cat again, no, now he could call it the repair cat, and completely gave up protesting. He lay back down on the straw pile and faced reality directly.
Mo Qiuyan: I'm tired, let's start
Xie Lian reopened the scroll and was stunned when he saw the information introducing the Shenwu Emperor.
He looked at the text and pictures on the scroll and fell into deep thought.
Scroll: [The Great Emperor Shenwu, the First Martial God of the Three Realms
…
The flower-shaking hand once caused a sensation in the three realms, and it also attracted a wave of female believers.
Also nicknamed "The Great Emperor of Divine Dance"]
Next to it is a picture of Jun Wu shaking his flower hand
Blurry but magical.
Xie Lian: “???”
Sanlang leaned over and laughed out loud when he saw this.
"Brother, you don't know this yet? I can tell you."
Xie Lian kept his eyes fixed on the picture, stifling a laugh as he said, “Then I’ll have to trouble Sanlang.”
[Rumor has it that Emperor Shenwu did not wave his flower hands at first.
The source of the "Jun Wu Shaking Flower Hand Incident" is also related to the Purple Mist Fairy Xiao Lingyun.
To be precise, the source is Lingyun!
According to rumors, before Ling Yun became a ghost, he once made a bet with Bai Wuxiang, the troublemaker in white.
Hearing this, Xie Lian’s breath hitched.
This Ling Yun is so brave... He even made a bet with Bai Yi Huo Shi!
[No one knows the price Ling Yun paid for losing, but the price Bai Wuxiang paid for losing is amazing.
Just shaking your flower hand! 】
Xie didn't know that the bet was herself, and Lian admired her silently.
You're risking who knows what, just to get Bai Wuxiang to dance with his hands?!
In the end, Bai Wuxiang lost. He lost completely.
But before Ling Yun could find him, Bai Wuxiang was killed by Jun Wu.
Lingyun felt regretful, but after establishing Yunfan Valley, he decided to go look for the Emperor.
She found the Emperor and told him, "You killed Bai Wuxiang, and my hard-earned bet is ruined! Pay me back!!"
Jun Wu was speechless, but still discussed it briefly.
Finally, the Emperor learned that he had to wave his flower hand to compensate Lingyun.
Upon hearing this, Xie Lian slowly typed out a?
What a novel brain circuit?
[Because everyone in the three realms knows that Ling Yun is an old fan of the Emperor and is keen on making fun of people, the Emperor knows very well that she does not just want compensation.
The main target is Jun Wu's Flower Hand
But for the sake of friendly exchanges between Xianjing and Yunfan Valley, he still shook it a few times symbolically.
Jun Wu originally thought that just letting Ling Yun watch a few times would fulfill his dream.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect Ling Yun to carry a photo talisman.
And she happens to be good at editing.
The Emperor has no expression on his face? Cut!
Is the Emperor's movements stiff? Cut!
No atmosphere? Add background music!
So the next day, in the streets and alleys, wherever there was a Shenwu Temple, there was a ghostly video of the Shenwu Emperor waving his hands.
As a result, the Emperor gained a wave of believers, especially female believers.
Since shaking the flower hand is also like a dance, the Emperor Shenwu was awarded the title of "Emperor Shenwu".
By the time Sanlang finished explaining, Xie Lian was already trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his stomach ached.
The Emperor's flower-shaking hand... He had never seen it before, but he would look for it if he had the chance in the future.
Xie Lian casually rubbed the head of the cat beside him and asked amid the cat's purring, "So, do you know anything about that Purple Mist Immortal Chaos?"
Sanlang glanced at Xiumao inconspicuously and said, "Of course, brother, what else do you want to know about her?"
Xie Lian asked, “Purple Mist Immortal Chaos, that sounds very mysterious. How did it come about?”
After Sanlang explained his origins, Xie Lian also heard some dark history about Ling Yun.
Mo Qiuyan, who had listened to the entire process silently, said: "..."
These introductions definitely carry some personal grudges!
What does it mean that if she sometimes acts very handsome, she must be faking it?
Mo Qiuyan was furious, wagging his tail as he thought about how to make Huacheng suffer a social demise in front of Xie Lian.
The ox cart was dragging slowly along the ups and downs of the mountain road. As the sun gradually set in the west, the two men sat in the cart and chatted.
When Xie Lian said he was the abbot of the Puqi Monastery, he said, "Puqi Monastery? Sounds like there's a lot of water chestnuts to eat. I like that. Who are you offering it to?"
Asked this daunting question again, Xie Lian coughed lightly and said, "Prince Xianle. You probably don't know."
The young man smiled slightly, but before he could say anything, the body of the ox cart suddenly shook violently.
The two of them swayed a few times, and Sanlang lost his balance and fell towards Xie Lian.
He was not going to hit Xie Lian at first, but the cat behind him cried out, as if frightened, and suddenly jumped from the top of the haystack to Sanlang's head, then used its hind legs to push away.
Newton's third law tells us that forces are mutual.
So, Sanlang lived up to everyone's expectations and was kicked out without any warning, with his hands on both sides of Xie Lian, pressing on him.
From the perspective of others, on the bus, a touch of red covered a touch of white, and they were very close.
Xie Lian’s eyes blurred, and when he opened them again, he found himself lying on a pile of straw, with Sanlang’s suddenly enlarged, shocked face before him.
Whether seen from a distance or up close, the boy's face was excellent, especially from such a close distance.
Xie Lian stared at him in a daze for a moment before he remembered that he was being pinned down by him, and his face flushed slightly.
The other person was also stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, with a light pink still on the tips of his ears, which looked very beautiful.
Sanlang's face changed drastically and he turned around to look at Xiu Mao.
The latter blinked, turned his head quickly and jumped in front of the car.
Mo Qiuyan only has regrets now.
Damn! I should have used more force!
Just a little bit closer to kissing!!!
Unfortunately, at this moment, he didn't have the energy to think about it any more. Xie Lian stood up and asked, "What's going on?"
The old man driving the ox cart said, "I don't know what's going on! Old Huang, why don't you move? Go ahead!"
Lao Huang: This is another price.
At this time, the sun had already set and dusk was approaching. The ox cart was once again in the mountains and forests, and it was dim all around.
The old ox stopped where it was, being stubborn and refusing to move. No matter how the old man urged it, it was useless. It wanted to bury its head in the ground, mooing and wagging its tail like a whip.
Xie Lian saw that something was wrong and was about to jump out of the car when suddenly the old man pointed ahead and started yelling.
Ahead of the mountain road, numerous green flames were burning faintly here and there. A group of people in white clothes were holding their heads and slowly walking towards this side.
Seeing this, Xie Lian immediately said, “Protect!”
Ruo Xie slipped free from his wrist, flew around the ox cart, and formed a suspended circle in mid-air, protecting the three people and the animal. Xie Lian turned around and asked, "What day is today?"
Before the old man could answer, the young man behind him said, "Zhongyuan."
On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open. He went out without checking the date, and today happened to be the Ghost Festival!
Xie Lian said in a deep voice, “Don’t wander off. You’ve encountered something evil today. If you take the wrong path, you won’t be able to come back.”
The group of people in white were headless and wearing prison uniforms. Each of them was holding a head, and they seemed to be a group of beheaded prisoners.
They walked slowly towards the ox cart, the head in their arms still mumbling to itself.
Xie Lian whispered to the other two, “When they approach later, be sure not to make a sound.”
Sanlang glanced at Ruo Xie, who was suspended in the air, and asked with his head tilted, "Brother, you are actually a remarkable person, aren't you?"
His tone was full of interest. Xie Lian said, "Not bad. I wouldn't call them extraordinary people, but I know a little bit. They can't see us now, but if they get closer and make a sound, it's hard to say."
Said to Saburo: "It's okay. Don't be nervous."
It was dark and I couldn't see Saburo's expression clearly. I could only see that he nodded.
After knocking the old man driving the car unconscious, Xie Lian sat in front of the car, picked up the rope, and gently coaxed the cow.
The group of ghosts in prison uniforms walked over and tried to pass, but they felt something blocking the way. They all said in gruff voices, "This is really weird! Why can't we get through?"
"Really! I can't get through! Damn it!"
"Damn it! We are ghosts ourselves, what ghosts can we see?"
Xie Lian finally managed to coax the cow into submission, and passed by this group of headless ghosts in prison uniforms. He found it extremely amusing to hear them arguing and quarreling while holding their heads.
The ghosts had many complaints: "Um, did you take the wrong one? Why do I feel like the one in your arms is my head?"
"Why is the cut on your end so uneven?"
"Alas, that executioner was a novice. He took five or six strikes before he finally cut it off. I even wondered if he did it on purpose."
"Your family didn't give him any money, did they? Next time, remember to give him some money beforehand and pay him off immediately!"
"There's no next time!"
…
I was thinking that I must check the almanac before going out in the future, when I suddenly felt something unusual moving behind me.
He looked back and saw the young man sitting behind him.
Xie Lian asked, "Are you okay?"
Sanlang supported his chin with one hand and said, "Something's wrong. I'm scared."
“…” Although there was absolutely no trace of fear in his voice, Xie Lian still comforted him, “Don’t be afraid. You’re behind me, and nothing can hurt you.”
At this time, the old yellow ox, pulling the cart, came to a fork in the road. Xie Lian saw that two dark mountain roads diverged there, and he immediately grabbed the ox's rope.
You have to be extremely careful at this fork in the road.
On the Ghost Festival, people sometimes find themselves walking on a road that doesn't normally exist. Strangers are not allowed to walk on such a road.
Once you take a wrong turn and enter the territory of the ghost world, it will be difficult to come back.
And Mo Qiuyan, who had been hiding silently in the corner, was snoring from beginning to end.
It feels so damn good to be close to each other!
This big flower is much braver than the little flower that didn’t even get a bandage eight hundred years ago!
…
I drew the lot, took the right path, scared away the ghosts, and the world finally became quiet.
Puqi Village is already at the foot of the hill, and clusters of lights are warm and bright.
The night breeze blew by, and Xie Lian turned around. Sanlang seemed to be in a very good mood. He lay back down, resting his head on his hands, gazing at the bright moon. Under the faint moonlight, the young man's eyebrows and eyes did not look like a real person.
Xiu Mao was still lying on the cart, snoring and looking over here, his eyes shining in the darkness.
After a moment's silence, Xie Lian smiled and said, "Friend, have you ever had your fortune told?"
As he walked along, he finally began to feel a little suspicious.
His extensive knowledge and memory were fine, but Sanlang seemed a bit too calm and composed when walking among the ghosts at night. While it wasn't impossible that some people were naturally more patient, Xie Lian still felt the need to confirm it.
Hearing this question, Sanlang turned around and said, "I haven't calculated it."
Xie Lian asked, “Then, do you want me to help you calculate?”
San Lang sat up, leaning slightly towards Xie Lian, and asked, "How do you want to settle this?"
Xie Lian asked, “How about palmistry?”
Hearing this, Sanlang's lips curved slightly. It was hard to tell what that smile meant, but he just said, "Okay."
As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand towards him.
The fingers of this left hand were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, making it very beautiful. And it was definitely not the kind of delicate beauty, but rather a hidden power within. No one would want to be strangled by such a hand.
Xie Lian remembered the slight change in his expression when Sanlang touched him just now, so he was particularly careful to avoid physical contact. He didn't touch his hand directly, but simply lowered his head to examine it carefully.
The moonlight was pure white, not quite dark, not quite bright either. Xie Lian watched for a moment. The oxcart continued to crawl along the mountain path, its wheels and axles creaking. Sanlang asked, "How is it?"
After a while, Xie Lian slowly said, "Your destiny is very good."
Sanlang asked, "Oh? How is it a good idea?"
Xie Lian raised his head and spoke gently, "You have a strong and resolute character. Despite the hardships you've faced, it's important to always stay true to your heart. This often leads to good fortune and blessing in times of trouble. This number promises long-lasting blessings, my friend. Your future is bound to be full of blossoms and a bright future."
However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knows nothing about fortune-telling.
But it turned out that most of it was right.
Xie Lian feigned confidence and steeled himself to make up a few stories, but he finally ran out of ideas. San Lang, who had been watching him intently, chuckled softly as he listened to his nonsense and said, "Anything else? Hmm?"
Xie Lian thought, "Isn't that the next thing you want to do?"
Sanlang said, "Since it's fortune-telling, doesn't it also involve predicting marriage?"
Xie Lian coughed lightly and said solemnly, "I'm not very skilled in marriage divination. But I guess you don't have to worry about it."
Sanlang raised an eyebrow and said, "Why do you think I don't have to worry about this?"
Xie Lian smiled, "I'm sure there will be many girls who like you."
Sanlang asked, "Then why do you think there will be many girls who like me?"
Xie Lian was about to respond when he suddenly sensed something. This kid was actually trying to trick him into praising him directly. Feeling helpless and amused, he didn't know what to say. He rubbed his brow and said, "Sanlang."
This was the first time Xie Lian called him "Sanlang".
The young man laughed after hearing this and finally let him go.
What bad intentions could Huahua have? He just wanted to hear Lianlian call him Sanlang.
By this time, the oxcart had already crawled into the village, panting. Xie Lian turned around, held his forehead slightly, and quickly got off the cart.
Sanlang also jumped off the cart. However, when Xie Lian looked up, he realized that Sanlang had been lazily lying on the ox cart all the way. Now that the two of them were standing together, the young man was actually taller than him, and they couldn't even look at each other.
Sanlang stood in front of the car and stretched. Xie Lian asked, "Sanlang, where are you going?"
Sanlang sighed, "I don't know. I'll probably sleep on the street, or maybe find a cave to stay in."
Xie Lian said, “No way?”
Sanlang spread his hands and said, "I can't help it. I have nowhere else to go." He glanced over, laughed twice more, and said, "Thank you for telling my fortune. I appreciate your good words. See you later."
#Playing hard to get from flower tea#
Xie Lian blushed at the mention of fortune-telling. Seeing that he had indeed turned around, Xie Lian hurriedly said, "Wait, if you don't mind, would you like to come to my temple?"
Sanlang paused, turned halfway around, and said, "Is it okay?"
Xie Lian said, “That house wasn’t originally mine. I heard many people used to stay overnight there. It’s just that it may be much more shabby than you imagine. I’m afraid you can’t live there.”
The young man stepped back again, and he even picked up the huge bag of scrap metal that Xie Lian had brought back. He said, "Let's go then."
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