Yecheng is the nearest town to Chongming Mountain. The host will arrange accommodation for all those who come to participate in the flower-folding meeting in the city.
'One mountain, three sects, two Buddhist temples' take turns to host the event, and this year it is the Qinglu Sword Sect's turn.
Originally, the Qinglu Sword Sect was in Nanlu, and had always had connections with the City Lord's Mansion in Yecheng, so it could do many things with ease.
A lot of effort was put into the preparations for this flower-folding party.
Not only to show off the foundation and prestige of the big sect, but also because if nothing unexpected happens, the pride of their sect, Fengyujian Zhongshan, will win the championship in this event.
The accommodation for disciples from various sects, the protective formation at the foot of Chongming Mountain, and the maintenance and repair of the mountain roads were all arranged half a year ago.
Although Yin Biyue and the other two arrived a month early, the courtyard prepared for the disciples of Cangya Mountain by the Qiu Shui Lake had already been cleaned up.
After Luo Mingchuan was taken to his residence in the city by Song Tang, he went to the city gate to wait for Yin Biyue and Duan Chongxuan.
Yecheng was built a long time ago, so long that it can be traced back to Ye Town in the "End of Dharma Era". Because of its geographical location and convenient transportation conditions, it was already one of the largest cities in the northwest of Nanlu a thousand years ago.
Later, the flower-folding club was established, and it flourished and expanded rapidly. Now there are eight large gates in the city wall, and tens of thousands of people come in and out every day.
It was already You time when the three entered the city, just in time for the city garrison to change shifts.
The most majestic city in the western part of the southern continent finally showed its style.
Teams of soldiers marched hurriedly and neatly through the city, their thick black armor reflecting the light, their long swords in black sheaths at their waists, their expressions solemn and dignified.
The people in the city all looked as if they were used to it.
The old man at the roadside wonton stall was still hawking his wares, the jugglers on the overpass were still shouting, and the children on the street were still chasing each other with wooden swords and candied haws.
The murderous aura of the city guards blends wonderfully into this vibrant city.
Yin Biyue was puzzled, "What do the city guards here do?"
Aren't they used to maintain the city's clean and solemn image? Why aren't those street vendors afraid of them at all?
The three of them walked on the wide street. Duan Chongxuan held a folding fan and looked at the girl on the small building waving a handkerchief at him with interest. "The city guards of Yecheng have a tough job. Not to mention that they have to dress tightly in such a hot day and walk around the streets. If they encounter practitioners fighting, they have to go up to maintain order and ask them to fight somewhere else so as not to hurt the children and flowers on the street. If they encounter strong people causing trouble in the city, they have to open the passage to the underground city and let women, the elderly and ordinary people go down to take refuge first... Even if they meet an old woman carrying heavy objects, they have to go up to help her carry the objects! Isn't it miserable?"
Luo Mingchuan smiled and then explained to Yin Biyue, "The street we are walking on now is the main street of Yecheng, which is crowded with people. If we ride horses, these city guards in black armor will come forward to remind us to dismount to avoid bumping into pedestrians and vendors. They are solemn and cold-faced just to show the city's prestige and deter practitioners from outside Yecheng from being domineering here."
Duan Chongxuan smiled and said, "Although the job is a bit hard, the salary is high, and the people of Yecheng love and respect them, and they also have the support of the City Lord's Mansion. Here, if someone's son passes the assessment and is selected into the city guard, it is a great thing to bring honor to the family. I guess Yecheng is the only city in the whole of Nanlu that has such a situation."
Yin Biyue was filled with emotion.
Ordinary people and practitioners, wine and swords, peddlers and black-armored guards.
It is in this city that everything is united in harmony.
Then he suddenly thought that the root of all this was because the city lord of Yecheng was a powerful man in the Mahayana realm.
He was strong enough to make his own rules, and few people in the entire South Continent dared to cause trouble or provoke him in his city.
Strong enough to protect one side.
He suddenly admired the city lord.
At this time, Yin Biyue had no idea that the reason he had this emotion was because subconsciously, he already had a place in his heart that he wanted to protect.
Perhaps it was the misty Xihua Peak, perhaps it was his sincere and protective fellow disciples, perhaps it was the towering Cangya Mountain, perhaps it was the disciples on the mountain who waved their swords to bid him farewell.
This was an emotion that went against the villain's code, but Yin Biyue didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
The sky was getting dark, the afterglow faded, and the lights in the city lit up impatiently.
The big red lanterns on the eaves of the tall houses, the gold-painted and powdered lanterns in the charming singing houses, and the warm yellow lights in the streetside taverns, all wafted out through the door curtains, mixed with the aroma of wine and laughter.
The night city becomes more and more bustling after dark, with lights like a sea and people flowing like a stream.
The three of them gradually walked out of the main street in the city center, leaving behind the lights and music, the prosperity and noise.
The further south you go in the city, the quieter the night becomes. In the alleys of the long bluestone streets, black and white light and shadows interweave, occasionally revealing plaques and stone carvings of auspicious beasts in the deep courtyards.
Past the mansions of the nobles in the south of the city is Qiu Shui Lake.
Without the lights of the world competing for brilliance, the light of the stars shines down, making the lake surface sparkle. It is quiet but not desolate.
The newly built courtyards by the lake are silent in the night, blending in with the night.
They will live here for the next one and a half months during the flower folding festival.
The three of them stood by the lake, feeling the night breeze on their faces, making them feel refreshed.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Including us, there are thirty people this time, with a total of ten courtyards, which means three or four people share one."
Before Yin Biyue could react, Duan Chongxuan said, "Okay, we'll live together."
Seeing that Yin Biyue didn't say anything, Luo Mingchuan seemed to have tacitly agreed to this arrangement. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and relaxed, "Let's go then."
The three of them walked tacitly towards the courtyard closest to the lake, leaving the largest courtyard in the north to Elder Xi Pingfeng who was leading the team this time.
"Originally there were servants here to look after the house and clean it. But now there are only three of us here, so they are of no use, so I sent them back."
"Too many people will make things messy, this is good, Fourth Brother, what do you think?"
Yin Biyue nodded silently. He just thought that this geographical location was very suitable for practicing the Cold Water Sword.
The newly built yard half a year ago was clean and tidy, with a magnolia tree planted in the yard. It was in bloom, and the white flowers hidden in the green leaves added a bit of beauty to the yard.
The courtyard was not big, and the four rooms were not divided into main and auxiliary rooms. Yin Biyue picked one at random. The green jade table and the quicksand tent were neither magnificent nor shabby, which made him very satisfied.
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from next door. Yin Biyue was suddenly startled. The next room was the chatterbox's room!
He ran outside with a sword in hand and broke into the room directly!
Then I saw... Chatterbox moving furniture.
He had replaced the sandalwood bed with his own carved red sandalwood silk canopy. The desk had been replaced with a long table inlaid with mother-of-pearl and lotus patterns.
As for the loud noise just now, it was the sound of a large huanghuali cabinet inlaid with various gems falling to the ground.
There were no rare treasures in the entire house, but the mother-of-pearl, pearls, gold, silver and gems inlaid on the furniture alone created a dazzling brilliance.
Yin Biyue simply doubted that this guy could move out of a palace!
When the chatterbox saw him, he quickly understood what was going on and apologized, "Fourth Senior Brother, I'm sorry to bother you."
Yin Biyue shook his head, "No... I thought something happened to you."
Duan Hualao laughed happily after hearing this, "Brother, you came at the right time! I was just about to look for you!"
Then he lowered his voice slightly, "Ms. Yun Xiangrongyun from Yecheng is an excellent pipa player and is the most famous in the southern continent. Tonight, we will meet at the Jinfeng Yulu Tower..."
Yin Biyue understood instantly! Duan Hualao was inviting him to go shopping! Flower! Building! !
Go up to the tower at night, with colorful lanterns, flowing sleeves, and beautiful women playing musical instruments.
Life is incomplete without visiting a brothel!
Thinking about it, I feel a little... excited.
Yin Biyue didn't want to do something, but he had never done this before in his life. Unknown things always attract people, not to mention that on a dark and windy night, going to a brothel decorated with lights and colors was very exciting.
He was about to nod when he saw Duan Hualao across from him suddenly look serious. "Across from Jinfeng Yulu Tower is Taihe Tower. There is a storyteller on stage in the evening. The stories he tells are fascinating and make people applaud. It is really worth going. What do you think, Fourth Brother?"
Yin Biyue was shocked!
He felt deeply ashamed of his vulgarity and Duan Hualao's nobleness!
At this time, he turned around following the chatterbox's gaze and saw Luo Mingchuan standing at the door. He smiled faintly and looked like a gentleman. "So the two junior brothers are going to listen to storytelling."
Duan Hualao nodded repeatedly, "That's right, Senior Brother Luo, do you want to go with us?"
Yin Bi felt even more ashamed.
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