By the evening of New Year’s Eve, this kind of life came to an end.
Qi Zhuoyu finally appeared in Changle Palace.
Because Feng Xuan wanted to try the mortal custom of staying up all night, he started taking a nap at noon, and just woke up in the afternoon.
What is the experience of seeing the big devil sitting by the bed when you wake up?
Feng Xuan felt that he hadn’t seen him for a few days, and he suddenly didn’t know how to speak.
There was a kind of feeling that although the person was very familiar, it would be a bit awkward if you haven’t seen him for a few days. Or should he ask Qi Zhuoyu if he had anything to do with him, and chat awkwardly?
As a result, Qi Zhuoyu spoke, “After tonight. Three days later, we will set off for Guixu Country.”
This is really a big deal.
Feng Xuan asked: “Senior Brother, why suddenly go to Guixu Country?”
Qi Zhuoyu just looked out the window thoughtfully, without speaking.
Alright.
The big devil riddler is here again.
Feng Xuan was used to his habit of speaking half and leaving half.
And he knew that if Qi Zhuoyu didn’t want to say it, he wouldn’t get an answer no matter how he asked.
Although he was not quite sure why he suddenly decided to go to Guixu Country, what does this have to do with his salted fish self? He is just a pendant on Qi Zhuoyu’s belt.jpg
However, Feng Xuan was a bit curious. “Senior Brother, why are we leaving tomorrow?”
The big devil’s execution power is terrifyingly high, saying that people will die at third watch, he will not leave people until one second after third watch, more punctual than the king of hell. Why did he make a decision this time, but dragged it for a few days? It can’t be to celebrate the New Year with him.
“Aren’t you very eager to spend New Year’s Eve?” Qi Zhuoyu looked at him with a “what nonsense are you talking about” look.
Huh?
It turns out that it really was to celebrate the New Year with him. No, when did the big devil have such a considerate character setting?
Has his mind-reading technique been upgraded to the mode of clairvoyance, even though they haven’t seen each other these days?
“Li Chaofeng told me that you slept from noon until now in order to spend New Year’s Eve.” Qi Zhuoyu quickly explained.
Oh.
It turns out that the Sixth Prince betrayed him.
Okay, does the Sixth Prince, this garbage snitch dog, know who he is a dog for?!
In short, the trip to Guixu Country was delayed for three days.
Of course, Feng Xuan didn’t know that the entire Guixu Country, including the country’s sovereign and imperial guards, were all mercilessly pigeonholed by Qi Zhuoyu because of his wish to spend New Year’s Eve. After learning the truth, the country’s sovereign cursed in a circle: Love makes you lose your mind! Can this kind of love-brain cultivator really help us catch demons? Is there a possibility that he is more suitable for digging wild vegetables in the mountains? I suspect that he has taken the time to cultivate and fall in love.
After hearing that Qi Zhuoyu was still a rare genius in the cultivation world for thousands of years, the country’s sovereign expression became even worse.
A look of “your cultivation world is going to be finished”.
On the night of New Year’s Eve, Feng Xuan rarely tied a ponytail and braided red tassels into it. The extra tassels naturally hung down from the ponytail, and at the end, two coral beads were inlaid. He changed into a round-necked robe of woven brocade in scarlet, with a palace belt adorned with pearl tassels, a palace dress with a phoenix tail pattern in red damask made of gauze satin, Liuhe boots made of sheepskin, and a bell chain on the boots, which made a playful jingle when he walked. His skin was originally white, and wearing scarlet brocade made him even whiter, almost surpassing the snow that fell last night.
The outfit was festive but not tacky, lively and suitable for his age.
The jade pendants, sachets, and step restrictions at his waist dazzled him.
Finally, he picked a lotus jade from the small pouch, which was a pair with the big devil’s jade pendant. He hesitated for a moment, but still hung it around his waist.
He simply thought that this jade pendant was particularly suitable for this outfit today.
Yes, that’s it, absolutely right. After brainwashing himself three times, Feng Xuan left Changle Palace.
Qi Zhuoyu had been waiting for him for a full hour.
This little ancestor wouldn’t step out of the house without spending an hour or two fussing over his appearance.
The moment he saw Feng Xuan, his eyes paused slightly.
It had to be said that red really suited him.
Feng Xuan got into the carriage and waited for a long time without waiting for Qi Zhuoyu to compliment him.
Alright. With the big devil’s straight man aesthetics, if he really complimented himself, then his outfit today would be completely ruined.
The carriage quickly drove along the main street to the city center.
There was a river running through all directions in the main city of Chang’an, called Cai Yue River. Whenever the moon rose, its reflection happened to be just in the middle of the river, hence the name.
Both sides of Cai Yue River were already brightly lit, with lanterns, shadow paintings, paper cuts, and dragon dances everywhere. The parade of floats had gone through two rounds, with grape wine, dancing girls, flower boats carrying the moon. The sound of music and the brilliance of pearls and jade, the feast of bliss was nothing more than this.
Today was New Year’s Eve, the streets were forbidden for carriages and sedan chairs, everywhere was crowded with people. Feng Xuan and Qi Zhuoyu had to get off and follow the crowd, he looked around, his apricot eyes shining brightly. He was curious about everything, and didn’t expect that the New Year’s Eve in the mortal world would be so lively.
Qi Zhuoyu crossed his arms, and Feng Xuan pulled his sleeve, leading him to squeeze upstream of Cai Yue River.
On the open ground upstream, many young people were squatting by the river to set off lanterns, and some people seemed to be writing something on desk cases.
A monk came over and said, “Do the two donors want to set off lanterns?
Feng Xuan was curious. “What is a lantern?”
Monk: “The two must be from out of town. Setting off lanterns on New Year’s Eve in Cai Yue River is a traditional custom of Chang’an City. As long as the destined person with a sincere heart writes his wish on paper, puts it in the lantern and floats it downstream, the Bodhisattva will hear it and can bless the people’s wishes to come true.”
Feng Xuan: Oh! Isn’t this a blatant scam? Even the monk looks fake.
When Feng Xuan was in the Ninth Heaven, he also followed his Senior Brother Jing Yu to the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the Western Heaven and listened to the scriptures in front of the Buddha.
He had never heard of any Bodhisattva receiving such a lantern.
Although it’s a scam, it’s also a good omen.
There was a saying in the world that said “since we’re here, let’s go with the flow”. Feng Xuan, following the customs, donated some incense money under the enthusiastic introduction of the monk, and took back two pieces of paper and two lanterns.
Perhaps because he donated a lot of incense money, the monk was obviously extra enthusiastic towards them.
When writing the wish, the monk said, “Don’t forget to write your full name at the end of the wish.”
Full name?
Feng Xuan was stunned.
Qi Zhuoyu: “What’s wrong?”
As soon as he finished asking, he suddenly remembered. Feng Xuan seemed to have no proper name.
The mortal Xiao Qi was an orphan with unknown parents from the beginning. Just because his master found him under the seventh tree at the mountain gate, he was given the name “Xiao Qi”.
Originally, they said they would give him a formal name when he came of age, but now there’s still more than two years before coming of age.
Seeing Feng Xuan suddenly stop talking, Qi Zhuoyu said, “It’s just a name. It’s not too late to take it now.”
As Feng Xuan’s Dao companion, Qi Zhuoyu indeed had the right to name him.
But why did Feng Xuan suddenly have a bad feeling? Especially unfortunately remembering the weird straight man’s earthy aesthetic of the big devil.
Sure enough, the next second, Qi Zhuoyu opened his mouth. “How about Fang Fang?”
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Feng Xuan expressionless: “No.”
Calling him “Fang Fang”, it’s better to ask him to jump into the river now.
“Cui Cui? Xian Xian? Ying Ying? Xiao Hong?” Qi Zhuoyu tried one by one, and his expression seemed quite satisfied with these names.
Feng Xuan covered his mouth. “Senior Brother. Actually, I think Xiao Qi is pretty good.”
He had never been so grateful to the master who named him back then.
Thank you, Master, good people live in peace.
After rejecting Qi Zhuoyu’s names, Feng Xuan held the paper strip and was in a daze for a while.
To be honest, he didn’t seem to know what wish to make.
He sneaked a glance at Qi Zhuoyu, feeling that if it were him, he would probably wish for something like “destroy the world in the next second” or “ascend to become a god when I wake up tomorrow morning”. After all, the big devil was a careerist who wanted to make big news.
If it were him, it would definitely be to end the calamity as soon as possible and go back to the Ninth Heaven to sleep!
After struggling for a while, Feng Xuan let wolf hair brush suck and be filled with ink.
Then he slowly wrote a sentence on the paper strip.
But it’s not hoping for the calamity to end.
Nor was it hoping to go back to the Ninth Heaven to sleep.
On the white paper, there were only three lines of black sentences:
“Big Devil, although you are really bad.”
“But I still hope you can do less bad things, get hurt less, and fight less.”
“I hope you have someone to love, someone to accompany, and live a happy life.”
“Wisher: Feng Xuan.”
