Lost Narrative Poetry

When Xia Ran returned to Jimo, it was already evening.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he looked at the setting sun on the distant mountains and let out a long sigh, realizing deeply that trying to reason with a paranoid was actually a pointless and stupid thing.

It’s not that the other party doesn’t understand or has a low IQ, but they just don’t want to believe what you say. They are just stubborn and must follow their own ideas. No matter what you say, they have never changed their minds...

——This kind of person is simply crazy!

Jimo is as peaceful and peaceful as before. The aftermath of the previous battle has disappeared, and some of the collapsed buildings have been rebuilt. The efficiency can be said to be quite terrifying.

However, considering that a group of extraordinary beings are assisting, including immortal cultivators, magicians, mountain gods, demons, and the like, this speed is actually not that difficult to understand. Moreover, there is not much technology in house construction in this era. The content is negligible.

If they built a skyscraper, Xia Ran might be a little surprised.

The villages and towns along the coast are very festive. Every household is decorated with lights and colorful decorations, permeating the festive atmosphere. Even at dusk, the sound of gongs and drums can be heard from everywhere.

Xia Ran saw at a glance that there were lively performances in many places, some were performing acrobatics, some were selling snacks, some were setting off firecrackers or doing lion dances... He suddenly twitched his lips: "Am I traveling through time? "

More than three days have passed, right?

The Fox Fairy’s birthday has passed, and things like this have happened before. It’s not very pleasant no matter how you look at it...

Why is it that Jimo is now full of lights and colorful decorations, beaming with joy? The adults were smiling happily, the children were walking around the streets, there were various banquets and lively performances, and the atmosphere was so lively that it almost felt like a Chinese New Year?

At this moment, he wondered if he had traveled through time.

With such doubts in mind, Xia Ran slowly approached the town. Many villagers along the road saw him at a glance. They were surprised and happy. They all swarmed over with a roar and thanked him profusely.

"The Immortal is back!"

"Thank you so much, immortal, for your kindness..."

"Living gods! We must build temples and ancestral halls so that people can worship..."

The crowd was extremely excited, talking to each other, surrounding the young Taoist priest and thanking him profusely. They danced with joy. Some even kowtowed continuously or shouted various names of gods.

Some people vowed to build a temple and an ancestral hall for Xia Ran, and said that they had chosen a good and auspicious day to start the construction work. Others were immediately inspired and echoed, and continued in this direction - —

Although not everyone has the ability to build a temple or a shrine, they still have to set up a memorial tablet for immortality to this living deity and receive incense from the world. At the same time, they also ask the deity to continue to protect their family. If they want to ask for blessings from a heavenly official, there are no taboos.

After all, although they were running for their lives in a panic before, it is obvious to all who helped lead the people to hide, guide everyone to a safe place, and who showed their power to block the menacing blood demon...

Just like Saber and others suddenly turned into female Bodhisattvas in Jimo, Xia Ran, a living god who personally hunted down the blood demon and eradicated it for the common people, was naturally highly worshiped and attracted much attention.

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic, as if there were a thousand ducks chirping.

Xia Ran also felt a little dizzy, and could only respond perfunctorily, and finally let the villagers disperse with satisfaction. Only then did she feel the rare peace, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. .

"Mr. Xia?"

A soft and melodious voice came, and he turned his head, just in time to see the girl standing on the seaside trestle not far away, looking in this direction with a smile.

It's just that she is different from the previous daughter of an official family who was raised in a boudoir. She no longer wears a high-waisted floor-length skirt, elegant sleeves, and flowing gauze, but instead wears a Qionghua-style dress. The stylish blue shirt and white clothes, but the temperament appears clearer.

To be precise, it is less of an ethereal and dreamy feeling, but more of an ethereal fairy spirit that is not close to earthly fireworks.

"Miss Liu, it's you, why are you here alone..." Xia Ran nodded in response, waved her hand, and then looked around, but did not see Yuntianhe and others.

But you can probably imagine——

Yuntianhe, just think of those children who are running around holding windmills or kites, or chasing after vendors who buy candied haws, and can’t move their legs...

As for Han Lingsha, just refer to those adults who are so angry and gnashing their teeth who follow their naughty children and want to catch them...

There may be some differences in the results, but they must be very similar. Xia Ran has full confidence in this. This kind of thing doesn't require any prophecy talent at all. As long as you are familiar with the painting style of those two people, you should know what it is about.

"They all still have things to do, and they are also helping to buy lanterns for the night market tonight..."

Seeing the other party approaching, Liu Mengli first leaned over and made a lady's bow, and then said softly, "I just happened to meet someone I know here in Jimo, so I just talked with him for a short while... "

"People you know?"

Xia Ran was suddenly slightly curious. She turned her eyes and quickly saw the back of a woman walking away.

"Yes, her name is Qiulan, she married from Taiping Village... A few years ago, before she married away, she had been to Shouyang City several times."

Liu Mengli nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said this.

"At that time, the trend of collecting incense and making incense had just emerged. I also taught her how to collect and make incense..."

"So they were friends we met at that time?"

"Friends? This one is not. I just exchanged a few words with each other and can be considered an acquaintance..." The girl shook her head and said calmly.

Her friend...what should I say? Before leaving Shouyang City and setting off to explore the world, it can be said that there was almost no one.

"That can be regarded as meeting an old friend in a foreign land..." Xia Ran chuckled softly, "But it seems that she is not having a good life. Was she complaining to you just now?"

"Well, it's mainly some disputes between parents, but I don't know much about it..." Liu Mengli nodded and sighed softly. She had just enlightened the woman for a long time, but the effect was not necessarily very good.

To put it bluntly, it is a conflict between the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law. It's just that it's hard for her to get involved in this kind of thing. She can only listen carefully, then give some guidance, and then give some ideal suggestions. The main thing is to listen to the other person's complaints and vent them.

"That's right, it's indeed a problem..." Xia Ran laughed, but didn't express any opinion.

Marrying from afar from Taiping Village was really a remarkable thing in this era, but no one would admire it. People only knew that she was not familiar with the place where she was born, and her natal family was far away, so there would be no one to support her.

However, he can't interfere in this kind of thing, and it's not easy for him to interfere, so it's better to let Xia Shusheng, a good old man, have the headache.

Although everyone's surname is Xia, Xia Ran has always lived like an urban legend here in Jimo - it is true that everyone said that there is an immortal in Hidden Fragrance Mountain, but few people have been able to see him and confirm his existence.

But Xia Yuanchen, the mountain god, is different. As a mountain god, he has always lived under the mountain and lived with mortals for hundreds of years.

And because his personality has always been that of a good old man, he can be said to be eager for justice and justice. Over time, he has become a role such as the village chief and mayor of Jimo, which is very prestigious and popular.

When most people have any disputes, it is usually Xia Shusheng who takes the initiative to resolve them, even trivial matters such as firewood, rice, oil, salt and trivial matters are no exception. He is never impatient, but is full of patience until the problem is solved.

"But then again, what are you doing today? Hasn't Fox San's birthday already passed? Are they planning to make up for it again?"

Changing the topic, Xia Ran stood on the trestle and looked at the town decorated with lights.

"Today's lanterns are to celebrate Mr. Xia and your previous slaying of demons. After all, Miss Xia told everyone the message you sent back today, saying that everything is fine, so the villagers want to celebrate..."

As the sea breeze blew, Liu Mengli stretched out her hand to hold down her fluttering hair and replied.

"Well, it's just like the Chinese New Year. The Nian beast has been driven away, so we really need to celebrate..." Xia Ran thought for a moment and felt that the logic was really impeccable, and there was indeed his own reason for it.

But there was nothing he could do about it. The group of people seemed to have disappeared from the world. It seemed that even if they were beaten to death, they would not show up. He couldn't find them no matter how hard he looked, so in this case there would be no problem. , naturally it is also possible.

After all, he didn't think that that group of people really came here to fight with Jimo, so there was no need for Jimo people to live in fear in the future.

However, people seemed to trust him very much. Now that they heard that the previous threat had been eliminated, they all felt that the evil spirits must have been killed by the gods. This was something worth celebrating. Naturally, everyone rushed to tell each other and celebrated together.

Perhaps after this, this celebration will be passed down year after year, until it becomes a folk custom like the Chinese New Year and the Dragon Boat Festival.

Just thinking about the previous group of people who said they wanted to build a temple and erect a memorial tablet for themselves, Xia Ran felt a little subtle. Could it be that her image in the future would still be like Zhong Kui during the Dragon Boat Festival?

"The night market lanterns are pretty good, but I'm a little tired of seeing them..."

Xia Ran shook his head and no longer thought about what was and was not, but waved directly to Liu Mengli: "By the way, while there is still some time before the night market starts, Miss Liu, come with me."

"Huh?" The girl seemed to look at him in surprise.

"Guangji Hantu, aren't you just here for this thing?" Xia Ran replied casually, "This thing has no meaning to me, I just give it to you, lest they come to harass you in the future, which will be troublesome very……"

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"...Is this really good, Mr. Xia? I heard that you got this cold weapon from the mountain god fifteen years ago."

Liu Mengli thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice. Jianshui stared straight at him, and there seemed to be a lot of meaning in her words.

She is now full of doubts about what happened back then, and she doesn't trust Xuan Xiao very much. At least until she understands everything, she is not sure whether releasing Xuan Xiao is a good choice.

The young man in front of her seemed to know everything very well, and was probably already making targeted arrangements, but now he readily handed over the cold weapon that he had already obtained, which made her a little confused.

Could it be that the other party has obtained some new information and feels that Xuan Xiao is trustworthy? Or simply ignore Xuan Xiao?

"It has nothing to do with this. Whether Xuan Xiao comes out or not actually has nothing to do with Han Qi. It just depends on his own choice. If he is willing, he can break through the ice at any time..."

Xia Ran shook his head.

"The cold weapon is just a safeguard for himself while he is still able to think rationally. Giving it to him is actually beneficial. If he can really use the cold weapon to stay rational, then it will naturally be the best..."

Although judging from the original plot, the three cold weapons were still no match for Yang Yan's violence, and Xuan Xiao went completely crazy shortly after breaking through the ice.

But without the Three Cold Weapons, he would have become even more crazy, and might even have killed Yun Tianhe, rather than being merciful.