I didn't intend to be a Fairy

Chapter 190 The Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival Strange People

However, after the national teacher left, Song You frowned.

With the evolution of the law of heaven, the difficulty and probability of people turning into ghosts has slightly decreased. There are countless dead people in the north and the border, and because there are many people with high martial arts skills in the frontier army who are unwilling to die, and there are many people who hate death in vain on the border, so in the north and the border should be There will be quite a few ghosts. He was escorted to Fengzhou by Taoist monks and old ghosts under the command of the national teacher to avoid chaos everywhere, so some people saw the terrifying scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Fengzhou Yeshan imprisoned a large number of ghosts, so there was ghost face grass.

Everything seems to make sense.

Even General Chen's dream had an explanation——

The conduct of soldiers in the army these days is uneven, and even the best general has to choose. Sometimes, for the sake of combat power and for the sake of defending the country, he will selectively ignore it.

Some soldiers of the frontier army relied on force and misbehaved. After they were taken to Yeshan in Fengzhou, they inevitably fought with Taoists, monks and old ghosts under the State Teacher, and were suppressed, punished, and even killed.

Yeshan is the junction of the underworld and the underworld, which was originally planned, and it is the place where the ghost city of the underworld is located.

Song You had never been to the north, nor had he been to Fengzhou, and he didn't know much about the master's plan, so it was really hard to find fault.

It's just that there is something awkward in my heart.

"..."

The Taoist shook his head, hoping that when the scholar ghost came back, he could bring back some useful information.

If you can't think of it, you won't think about it for the time being.

Turn around and call Mistress Sanhua, and make a fire to cook.

...

More than half a month later, General Chen came again.

The talisman given by Song You didn't work, he still dreamed from time to time, dreaming that the soldiers who had fought side by side were burned by fire, calling for help from him. And even if he is invincible in the battlefield, he can't do anything about the illusion in the dream, so he has to send a secret order to the north to order his subordinates to investigate the matter.

Song You had no choice but to persuade him to relax, chat with him by the way, and inadvertently asked about those soldiers.

The answer is not easy to say.

General Chen is famous for his strict management of the army, but not all of his subordinates are good. There are not only bandits and bandits who have been recruited, but also Jianghu warriors who come to seek refuge. Being strictly restrained, as for how many bad things he did before defecting to himself, if he worried about these, he would not have this invincible elite soldier.

In addition, these people are really brave and ruthless, and it is probably not a good thing to become a ghost.

Then they chatted about some northern affairs before General Chen left.

Song You is very patient and not in a hurry.

In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The scholar ghost did not come back.

The Neighbor Woman didn't come back either.

On the contrary, Changjing quickly became lively.

There is a lantern festival on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Changjing was originally a bustling city that never sleeps, but today it has become even more lively—since half a month ago, some shops began to set up shelves at the door, and today, it seems that everyone has been sleeping since they woke up in the morning. Looking forward to the sunset tonight, especially those literati and ladies who are used to hearing the stories at the lantern festival, I am afraid that they will start practicing at home after noon.

The Taoist was free in the afternoon, slept all afternoon, woke up and had dinner, and it was dusk.

The sky gradually darkened, and by the moonlight, you could see the willow branches waving in front of the house, the ancient buildings were connected into a piece, and the bright moon hung on the eaves, a yellow-yellow round, which had not changed for thousands of years.

There was a soft reading voice from behind:

"Looking up at the moon...

"Low your head and think about your hometown..."

Empress Sanhua's voice is really beautiful.

Song You couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this.

Gradually, it seems that I can no longer tell which is my hometown, the brightly lit city, or the pure Taoist temple on the mountain. Helplessly, time never shows mercy. After leaving for a long time, not only the brightly lit city has long been blurred in memory, but even the details are hard to come up with after careful consideration. Even the vegetation on Yinyang Mountain has begun to blur .

"..."

Song You shook his head, turned to look at the three-flowered cat lying on the bed behind him, staring at the tile roof, wagging its tail, and reading poetry in its mouth, and shouted:

"Mistress Sanhua."

"!"

The sound of reading stopped instantly, and the tail did not move.

The three-flowered cat turned its head and stared at him, but made no sound.

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a lantern festival by the Dongcheng River, and it's getting dark now." Song You continued, "Why don't we go out for a stroll?"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the Lantern Festival."

"Is it fun?"

"It's lively, with lots of lights."

"You go and I go."

"Then will Empress Sanhua turn into a human or a cat?" Song You asked this sentence again, and she also said at the temple fair back then, "If you become a human, you can walk by my side." , if you turn into a cat, you may be stepped on by people."

"Just go like this."

"Then let's go."

Song You smiled at her, got up and went downstairs.

Master Dou's painting is still hanging on the wall, but the Jianghu people in Changjing haven't come to make an idea of it for a while.

It was okay when the neighbor woman was there, she was well informed, and often came to talk about the movements of Changjing Jianghu when she was resting at night, telling him how to spread him outside, and what ideas she had. Now that Nvxia Wu has gone to Fengzhou, Song You doesn't know if they are planning any other plans.

But he didn't care too much.

After going out, there were indeed a lot of people on the road, and they seemed to be all in the same direction. Such a grand scene reminded him of the time when the curfew was just lifted in the first half of the year.

In half a year, Changjing has stabilized a lot.

"Miss Sanhua, be careful."

"Mistress Sanhua is very powerful."

"Maybe……"

Song You stepped forward to follow the flow of people, and Sanhuamao followed behind him.

The streets are full of people who come out to admire the moon and lanterns, and the ground is full of dangling legs and feet. The three-colored cat is agile and carefully avoids the pedestrians on the road, and the pedestrians also avoid her. There was an exclamation from time to time, or someone asked which cat was running on the road, and sometimes encountered rude people, but she seemed to be used to it, so she just pretended not to know or heard, and continued to walk forward.

Empress Sanhua is really capable.

However, it is not easy to avoid so many legs and feet, and it is not easy to shuttle among them. It is really difficult and troublesome to identify which one is one's own Taoist priest from so many legs, feet and robes.

Suddenly, the Taoist stopped in his tracks.

The Sanhuamao is still proficient in avoiding and shuttling among the many legs and feet, taking small steps in a blink of an eye. However, as it walks, it habitually looks up, but it can't find the familiar legs and feet.

"?"

The cat froze for a moment and stopped in its tracks.

Immediately, he quickly raised his head high, looked left and right, trying to find his Taoist priest among the crowd.

Then there are crowds of people, all of them are strangers, where is the figure of your own Taoist priest?

"Mistress Sanhua."

A priest's voice came from behind.

The three-flowered cat suddenly turned to look.

I saw that the Taoist had already run behind him at some point, standing still, with his head lowered, looking at her intently: "Miss Sanhua is very tired from walking like this, why don't I hug Mistress Sanhua?"

"?"

The cat raised its head and stared straight at him, with no expression on its small face, not knowing what to think.

After a while, she slowly walked back to the Taoist's feet, raised her upper body, stood upright, and pressed her two front paws on the Taoist's calf.

The Taoist bent down and picked her up.

One person and one cat continue to move forward.

The cat's body is warm and soft, but after holding it firmly in the arms, it is not as light and insignificant, weak and boneless, and will slip out of the arms if you are not careful, but it is real , could feel her weight and bones.

"Is this comfortable?"

"Meow?"

The three-flowered cat turned around and stared at the Taoist.

"I used to see other people learn how to hold a cat. If it makes Empress Sanhua feel uncomfortable, I can adjust it." The Taoist said.

"..."

The three-flowered cat withdrew its gaze, turned to stick to his chest, and looked around at the pedestrians on the street.

The closer to the river, the busier it is.

Snack sellers, jewelry sellers, lantern sellers, and acrobatics and jugglers, smoke and light mixed with pedestrians like water, cheers mixed with talking and laughing, constitute the grand ceremony of this era.

This scene is a bit like the temple fair back then.

However, the original temple fair was held during the daytime, focusing on purchasing goods, and the rest were just lively additions. At this time, the Lantern Festival is at night, and its main purpose is entertainment. The other commodity trading, acrobatic performances, opera, singing and dancing are all just for better entertainment, and they have been replaced.

Suddenly, a voice was heard in the distance.

There was a group of people around.

Song You looked down and saw Mistress Sanhua in her arms stretched her neck, turned her head to stare there, her eyes were full of curiosity, so she walked over and said in a low voice:

"If Mistress Sanhua wants to go or see what she wants to see, just tell me."

"Meow……"

One person and one cat walked out of the crowd.

Stand on tiptoe and look inside.

It's the strange people in the rivers and lakes who are juggling.

A middle-aged man with a full beard, talking to the judges around him to ask for money, drew a woman on the wall next to him with a pen, and then took a bowl of wine to feed the woman on the wall.

A bowl full of wine, poured into the wall, really disappeared, neither flowing down nor seeping into the wall.

After a while, I saw the woman's face flushed.

The judges were amazed, and everyone applauded and cheered.

There are copper coins bouncing all over the floor.

Song You clearly felt something strange about the cat in his arms. He glanced at her again, only to find that the cat lowered its head and stared at the copper plate on the ground without blinking. She may not come out with her, the cat may crawl in and pick it up.

After a while, the painting on the wall faded.

After a while, it has completely disappeared.

Immediately, there were some voices of discussion among the onlookers.

Song You listened carefully, then turned to look.

It was a few scholars who came out to appreciate the lanterns together with two familiar monks. It seemed that the monk also knew some spells, and he also liked to perform for everyone on weekdays. I didn't know what I said just now, so my friend booed him and asked him to go out and perform. The monk tried to steal the limelight from others, so he tried to evade it again and again, but he couldn't evade it. It just so happened that the middle-aged man who had performed earlier also invited him with a generous smile, so he had no choice but to walk out.

It is a fat smiling monk.

After coming out, first salute to the middle-aged man who was originally performing, say a few polite words to avoid others getting angry, and then say that he also has some skills, and he wants to borrow money to perform for everyone to add some joy, and all the money earned will go to the original performer It is owned by middle-aged people, eliminating the meaning of competition and only talking about communication.

Then the monk walked to the wall where the tricksters had painted, leaned his back against the wall, smiled at everyone, and then stepped back, sticking his whole body against the wall.

It was night at this time, and a torch was lit here to illuminate it, whether it was bright or not, or dark or dark.

You can see clearly, but you can't see clearly.

The figure of the monk was blurred for a while, and it seemed to slowly disappear into the wall. When the onlookers realized it, there was only a painting of the monk left on the wall, which was so vivid that it looked like a real person.

The monk is gone.

The onlookers exclaimed again.

Sanhuamao also opened its eyes wide in the Taoist's arms, and kept turning its head left and right, trying to find the trace of the monk.

After a while, the painting also slowly faded.

"Good life!"

"Reward!"

"Where are people?"

The ground was clanging, full of the sound of throwing money.

"Meow?"

"..."

Song You turned around holding the three-flowered cat.

Sure enough, the monk walked out of a shop selling cloth behind him, and at this time the portrait of the monk on the wall had faded and disappeared.