Chapter 11 Penglai Island (I) “Who is secretly wiping away tears?”…
The next morning, the flying boat docked at the platform.
Zhu Ciying and his group got off the flying boat and took a flying car to the residence of the owner of Penglai Island.
Penglai is an isolated island surrounded by the sea. Self-sufficient in resources, it was once home to the people of Penglai, who, after the advent of flying boats and cars in the cultivation world, began trading goods back and forth, amassing immense wealth.
Qu Wanqing was very excited when she saw the sea for the first time. She kept taking pictures with the photo stones along the way.
The spirit bird dove headfirst into the fruit platter given as a friendly gift by the flying car station, its cheeks puffed up as it ate with great relish.
Zhu Ciying returned to her room last night and slept through the night. When she woke up in the morning, she felt very energetic.
Master Yu Yin and Xie Rangchen were playing chess and drinking tea; Xu Feihuai had a serious face and was still silent; Yun Bujin lowered his head to glance at the jade slip and never looked at it again.
Near noon, the car stopped in the center of Vientiane City.
Zhu Ciying got out of the car.
The city's business is booming, and there are neatly arranged stalls around the station, with a wide variety of goods on display, which is a beautiful sight.
Zhu Ciying was filled with emotion: This is much more lively than three hundred years ago.
"Take a look, take a look! Black pearls freshly fished out of the East China Sea, night-shining pearls dug out from underground in Cangwu Mountain, and glass beads shipped from Xinzhou... Not 998, not 98, just 98 cents to take them home!"
"You won't be cheated or fooled here. If there are any defects, you can return them within seven days without giving any questions!"
The vendors' cries reached everyone's ears, and Qu Wanqing exclaimed, "Wow, marketing methods have developed to this point now."
"Huh?"
She gestured to the crowd: "Look, every stall owner here is wearing a mask."
Zhu Ciying followed her instructions and glanced sideways. The masks were of the same style, a lynx, luxurious and colorful.
It looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice any unusual movement around her. It wasn't until a passerby bumped her arm and she leaned back, her back firmly touching a warm chest, that she came to her senses.
"Junior sister, be careful." Xie Rangchen held her shoulders and reminded her in a low voice.
Zhu Ciying raised her head, her eyes reflecting a white Qilin bone face, and her dark pupils suddenly enlarged.
She stepped back a little: "Thank you."
The next moment, Xie Rangchen took a step forward, and his tall figure once again loomed over her.
Zhu Ciying was confused and looked up at him, but couldn't see his expression.
Xie Rangchen said, "I heard from passersby that the Water God Festival has begun, and almost all the residents of the city have gone to watch. The unrest will continue for a while. Stay close to me, it's safe."
Qu Wanqing was very interested in the Water God Festival and called out to everyone, "Why don't we go and take a look?"
Yu Yin Zhenren was the first to nod in agreement, and the others agreed. The group followed the passerby to the Dawn Terrace, where the Water God Ceremony was held.
The platform was ten feet high and a hundred meters long. It was empty.
The huge crowd was talking in a flurry.
True Man Yuyin selected an ideal location for everyone to watch.
At three quarters past noon, four burly men each carried a huge stone and placed it at the four corners of the Dawn Terrace.
The discussion gradually died down.
The sunlight projected onto the stones seemed to trigger a mechanism, and the four stones emitted light at the same time and gathered together.
A blurry picture slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.
Under the blue sky, the residents of Penglai Island each do their job and live a lively life.
Next, a dragon roar broke the silence.
A white dragon with wings on its back broke through the clouds and circled in the air. It flicked its tail lightly, causing the Penglai Island to shake violently and the sea water to roll up into a storm.
Then, under the terrified gaze of the islanders, the white dragon roared, and the sea water poured down, submerging two-thirds of the land in an instant.
Penglai Island was in ruins, with corpses scattered all over the ground.
Qu Wanqing exclaimed, covering her mouth with one hand: "How could this happen..."
Zhu Ciying narrowed her eyes and clenched her hands at her sides into fists.
Then, the stone stopped functioning. At the last moment as the image faded, the white dragon arched its body and charged forward, breaking free from the image's constraints. Its sharp claws slammed heavily into the Dawn Platform, creating multiple cracks.
The crowd immediately erupted in children's cries and calls for help. The adults calmly comforted them, telling them that it was just an image, a virtual illusion, and not to be afraid.
The children were confused and stopped crying. They continued to sit on the adults' shoulders and looked up at the stage.
The white dragon's whiskers were long and thick, and when it opened its mouth, it revealed a row of sharp fangs. It spread its wings, gathered its strength, and flew into the air again, trying to summon wind and rain to flood Penglai again.
But this time, it failed.
He fell awkwardly from the air and rolled several times before coming to a stop.
A figure suddenly appeared on the stage.
The audience was in an uproar.
He was a young monk, wearing a moon-white round-collared robe, a red belt around his waist, a green lynx mask on his face, and holding a snow-white, clear sword.
Bailong climbed up unwillingly, blood flowing from his mouth, and fought with him while roaring.
The swordsman was very powerful and his swordsmanship was exquisite. He could easily deal with the white dragon's attack and had the upper hand.
Xu Feihuai, who was usually taciturn, couldn't help but speak: "Good sword. Good swordsmanship."
Qu Wanqing, who is also a sword cultivator, deeply agrees.
"Hit him, hit him!" The spirit bird flapped its wings to cheer for the swordsman.
Xie Rangchen stared at the stone on the stage and tilted his head.
At this moment, the swordsman on the stage turned around and swung his sword, with the tip of the sword just stopping at the white dragon's forehead.
The outcome is decided.
The figures of the sword cultivator and the white dragon turned into starlight and dissipated.
The audience immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause:
"well!"
"Good fight!"
"Kill! Chop down and kill this demon dragon!"
Zhu Ciying thought the Water God Ceremony was over, but unexpectedly, the boulder began to emit light again...
This time, there was no demon dragon or sword cultivator on the stage.
There is only the raging sea and a handsome man with a jade face.
The man's face looked so familiar that Zhu Ciying's eyes were instantly filled with tears.
With an uninhibited smile on his face, he stretched lazily and took off the jade gourd from his waist. His phoenix eyes suddenly became sharp.
Zhu Ciying watched him make a seal with one hand, a complicated and intricate seal that he made beautifully.
His jade gourd is a rare treasure. With the blessing of the seal, it automatically flew out of his hand and flew high into the sky, opening its mouth to absorb sea water continuously.
The young man used his magical instrument to eliminate the cholera Penglai seawater, shook the jade gourd in his hand, opened the gourd spout, and the aroma of wine filled the air. He snorted softly, tilted his head back, took a sip, wiped his mouth, and exhaled: "Good wine."
Zhu Ciying's tears rolled down her cheeks silently.
The screen changes again.
In a simple shed, a gentle girl, like a true fairy, lived on earth. She possessed superb medical skills and saved countless people from disasters and suffering.
Together they saved an island and the lives of its inhabitants.
To this day, their merits are still praised.
And it will be passed down from generation to generation.
Zhu Ciying wiped away her tears.
"What an amazing group of young heroes and a legendary story." Master Yuyin sighed.
Yun Bujin replayed the hand seals he had just made in his mind several times, and said to himself, "Just that hand seal alone would take me at least a month to practice."
Qu Wanqing said: "Perhaps, they are the geniuses of three hundred years ago."
Xu Feihuai nodded silently.
The final act of the Water God Festival was left unfinished because one of the boulders had fallen into disrepair and could not be repaired. The organizers apologized and gave everyone in the audience a smoothie to cool down.
"Junior sister, let's go over there and take a look." Qu Wanqing took Zhu Ciying's arm and took her to a shop.
The shop owner greeted them warmly: "Ladies, our shop is celebrating the Water God Festival today. All products are 50% off, buy one get one free. Also, if you are not satisfied, you can return the product within seven days without giving any questions."
Inspired by the Water God Ceremony, Qu Wanqing chose a relief sculpture related to it. Zhu Ciying took the opportunity to take a look, and saw that it depicted a white dragon and a sword cultivator.
"You have a good eye, young lady! We still have four reliefs from this series. The better ones are all in the shop. Would you like to come inside and take a look?"
Qu Wanqing's mind moved slightly: "Yingying, wait for me."
She entered the shop to select a relief sculpture. Zhu Ciying stood still, her fingers gently stroking a long sword, the blade the color of frost and snow reflecting the bright moon.
She felt around inch by inch, as if she were stroking the fur of a beloved kitten.
"Yingying, do you want to buy this sword? I happen to like it too. Why don't we each get one?" Qu Wanqing walked over holding the packaged relief.
Zhu Ciying withdrew her hand and shook her head. The sword was just a replica. She had no intention of collecting it.
"No. If you like it, I'll buy it for you."
"How can I let you pay? Just tell me what you like. I brought a lot of spirit stones with me this time." Qu Wanqing handed the shop owner a spirit stone and asked him to pack up the sword.
Afterwards, they visited several more shops.
Qu Wanqing has a hobby of collecting and loves to buy rare and eccentric things. However, the market is full of mixed goods, and it is inevitable that she will be deceived. Fortunately, Zhu Ciying knows a few tricks and stopped Qu Wanqing in time, thus avoiding several scams.
Qu Wanqing said that he would take her with him when shopping in the future and would take charge of making the list for her.
In the end, because Qu Wanqing's storage bag was full, the two returned to the team.
Master Yu Yin spread out his folding fan to dispel the summer heat: "Let's go, the island master is still waiting for us."
Qu Wanqing gave small gifts to everyone in the team.
Zhu Ciying and Xie Rangchen walked at the back.
The spirit bird had a round belly and was resting on Xie Rangchen's shoulder.
"Junior sister."
"Um?"
A warm paper bag was suddenly stuffed into Zhu Ciying's arms.
She smelled a sweet scent.
Looking down, I saw freshly baked chestnut cakes in the bag.
Xie Rangchen said: "When you are in a bad mood, eat some sweets."
Zhu Ciying took a bite of the chestnut cake and said, "Who said I was in a bad mood?"
Xie Rangchen chuckled softly, "Who was secretly wiping away tears during the Water God Ceremony?"
He saw everything? Zhu Ciying's heart tightened.
"I didn't," she said.
Xie Rangchen didn't expose her, but followed her wishes and said, "Maybe Senior Brother is mistaken."
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