Concubine Lu Qiong's answer was not taken seriously, she just said it casually. was refuted by Lu Congwu, and Concubine Lu Qiong lowered her head aggrievedly.

"Break through the clouds...... Will we be fine? ”

"Who knows?" Lu Congwu continued to push his wooden wheel towards the gate of the main pavilion, "But one thing I can confirm is that it may not be a bad thing to gather all kinds of magic in Yunjing. ”

"Where?"

When Lu Congwu walked to the gate of the main pavilion, he stopped the wooden wheel and said to Concubine Lu Qiong: "All kinds of magic techniques can be gathered in one place, and you can get precious communication opportunities, and Gong Guo may be able to further develop the magic arts." Of course, there are some disadvantages......"

At this point, Lu Congwu had an unnatural pause.

"There is no right or wrong power, but the way it is used and the heart are good or bad. The 'mystery of Yingfei' mentioned earlier has been explored by many ancestors. Finally, in Xinquan, I found relevant rumors and classics. ”

"Books?"

Concubine Lu Qiong was surprised: "There are other descriptions?" ”

"As long as it has been there, it will definitely leave a trace. Traces can last for a limited period of time, and the older the traces, the more fragile they become. Even if we get the relevant classics in Xinquan, it is difficult to judge the whole picture of the southward journey of the 'Mystery of Yingfei'. Want to check it out? ”

Concubine Lu Qiong nodded, she consciously caught up, holding the handle behind the wheelchair with both hands.

"The texts, which were written thousands of years ago, were stored in a shrine in the new spring. Later, we transferred it to the Changhuan Pavilion for storage, so as to continue the existence of these 'traces'. ”

"Is there anything else besides those books?"

"Naturally, there is."

In a blink of an eye, most of the year has passed. Li Jiangwei looked at the yellowing dead leaves falling outside the window, stunned. Recalling the pleasant chatting with friends during the Chinese New Year, it seems like yesterday, and I don't know what happened to my partner over there in Yunjing.

On the day of the autumn solstice, a festival is held in Shinsen. Daizhu, who is a shrine witch, went outside early in the morning to help. A street in front of the shrine will be filled with stalls and beautiful lanterns on both sides of the street. The open space in front of the shrine will set up a stage, and the witches and men of the shrine will take the stage to perform.

The play starring shamans is more special, mainly dance, dancing and singing, telling the story of man and nature, or the story of man and demon battle. The origin of these stories has long been unknown, but they have become popular through the annual festival.

Li Jiangwei came out of the house and watched several black-clad witches go downstairs with painted masks and giggles. The painted masks in their hands are the masks they will wear when they will perform on stage.

As soon as Li Jiangwei came out of the shrine, she was shocked by the crowd. The black-pressed crowd stood around the stage. From the entrance of the shrine to the stage, a path was guarded so that the witches who were about to appear could take the stage. The one guarding the path was Dai Zhu, who was wearing a red and white wide-sleeved witch suit.

Daizhu beckoned to her and motioned for her to come over. Li Jiangwei didn't twist and drilled to Dai Zhu's side.

"In this place, I can barely see my brothers and sisters."

The place where Dai Zhu stood was on the side of the stage, and it was difficult to clear the whole picture of the stage. But with so many people around the stage, it is not easy to see the figures.

With the sound of the gong, a group of black and masked witches took the stage. First on stage were a group of witches wearing masks with frustrated expressions.

They first waved their long sleeves on the stage and danced for a while, and then one of them sang: "The rain has not fallen, the particles have not been harvested, the stomach is empty, and the road ahead is long......"

Hearing this beginning, Li Jiangwei was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned her head to look at Dai Zhu. Dai Zhu winked at her, shushed, and looked in the direction of the stage.

A tall man in big sleeves took the stage, wearing a dignified mask on his face, and stretched out his right hand to the others, and his thumb tapped the remaining fingers in turn.

"Today, you can have a glimmer of life! Come with me! ”

This development is like the story I heard when I first arrived in Xinquan.

The end of this first act marks the official beginning of the festival. The second act will not be until the afternoon, and when the witches have left the stage, the crowd around the stage will disperse.

"Why didn't you tell me that the festival was going to do this? And let me go to Grandma to listen to the story? ”

Dai Zhu laughed and said, "You don't want to think about it?" Where did Grandma's story come from? Of course, I heard it from the shrine! ”

"Did you want me to accompany Grandma before you let me go?"

"That's right. Recently, everyone has been busy with the festival, and I'm afraid that Grandma will be bored alone. Dai Zhu dragged Li Jiangwei to the street, "Go!" Let's go shopping! ”

Li Jiangwei, who was dragged by Dai Zhu, looked at the stalls on both sides of the street, and occasionally saw a few familiar faces whose names could not be named, and it was estimated that they had a relationship last year. The two walked for a while, and Dai Zhu suddenly withdrew his hand and beckoned to a stall owner.

This person Li Jiangwei is more familiar, it is the shopkeeper who sells fried goods.

This festival shows that Xinquan is now prosperous, and it is no longer the nameless village it used to be.

"Yu came from Yunjing, occasionally to Xinquan, fortunately in the autumn solstice, you can hear the sound of boiling......"

Li Jiangwei looked around, and suddenly got four simple sentences. Li Jiangwei, who was not good at writing poems, got these four sentences, immediately summoned "Seeing and Hearing" to write them down, and recited them silently twice with a smile.

At this festival in Xinquan, Li Jiangwei was deeply impressed.

When she came back from the street, Li Jiangwei asked for a pen and paper for the first time, and wrote down all the vague feelings in her mind on paper. On a whim, he wrote an article on the topic of the Shinsen Festival. The last stroke fell, Li Jiangwei thought about it a little and inscribed the words "Xinquan Miscellaneous".

This article depicts the longing and hope of the people of Xinquan for their future life after the flood of the lower river. Li Jiangwei read through it again while the ink was still dry, and felt that this article was thin, and interspersed the scenes staged on the stage to create a contrast between the suffering of the past and the beauty of the present.

"Chengtang! Have fun today? ”

Dai Zhu happily pushed open the door and happened to see Li Jiangwei who had put away the pen.

"What was written?" Dai Zhu was curious, rushed over, and looked at the table from behind Li Jiangwei.

This article made Dai Zhu's eyes shine.

"Just wrote?"

"Hmm."

"Let me make a copy?"

Li Jiangwei smiled, moved her position away, and then handed the pen in her hand to Dai Zhu.

"Do you want me to prepare paper for you? I didn't use it up, I still have a few left. ”

"Bring it to me!" Dai Zhu holds the brush in his mouth, rolls up the sleeves of his arms, and makes sure that the sleeves will not fall off, and then removes the brush.

"After I finish copying it, do you mind if I pass it on?"

"I only have one request, if you have a good idea, help me change the text!"