Tonight's Tianning City, the lights are colorful, the voices are boiling, and the eyes are full of prosperity.

Compared with Yong'an County and the small villages I passed through before, it is simply two worlds.

Looking at the surging head of the black pressure, Jiang Wujian was a little uncomfortable for a while.

"After the Heavenly Dao Temple refined the Qingling Pill, it was first supplied to Lecheng, and then to Tianning City." Murong Bangfeng, who was walking beside Jiang Wuji, said.

"But tonight can be so lively, mainly because of the drama, it is still deserted on weekdays, after all, the epidemic has just passed, and it will take a lot of time to restore the prosperity of the past."

"Brother! Sugar gourd! Jiang Zhiyu, who was walking on the other side, grabbed Jiang Wuji's arm and pointed to a vendor carrying a grass target not far away.

There are still sugar gourds for sale, and it seems that the end of the plague here is much, much earlier than that of Yongan County.

"Want to eat sugar gourds?"

"Yes!"

"Then buy it."

Stopping the vendor, Jiang Zhiyu began to pick on the grass target, she wanted to pick the largest string and the most syrup-coated one!

At this time, Jiang Wujian looked at Murong Bangfeng on the side and asked, "Do you want it?" ”

Murong Bangfeng pursed his red lips: "Then I'll also have a string." ”

Then, Jiang Wujian looked at Qi Duwei and Cao Li who were following them, "Do you two want it?" ”

Qi Duwei ignored Jiang Wuji.

Cao Li walked up to the vendor, frowned and said, "Your sugar gourd is too messy, can't you make it neat?" Will it be a business? ”

Hawker: "Yes, yes, the right ...... for the adults"

It will be just five of them, and the rest will stay at the inn to rest.

With Qi Duwei, a seven-rank martial artist, as long as he doesn't regurgitate the water, his safety is still guaranteed.

As for Cao Li, he was brought by Jiang Wuji, after all, except for Xiaoyu, he was familiar with Cao Li.

"The first brother eats." Jiang Zhiyu sent the sugar gourd to Jiang Wuji.

Jiang Wujian shook his head: "No need, you can eat." ”

"Oh, brother, you can eat, eat."

"Okay......"

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet."

Looking at the brother and sister, Murong Bangfeng suddenly felt that his sugar gourd was not sweet at all.

It's just that Jiang Wujian also noticed the cunning that flashed in his sister's eyes.

This little girl, it's really ......

"Boom! Choke! Knock knock! Knock knock choke! ”

Suddenly, the gongs and drums were noisy, and the crowd was surging.

Hearing this, a group of strangely dressed people with various pompous masks appeared in the middle of the road.

They danced as they walked, causing onlookers to cheer one after another.

"This is a puppet?" Jiang Wuxi frowned, feeling a little different from what he had imagined.

The procession is huge, and in addition to those who dance while walking, there are also dragon and lion dancers.

It's just that the shape of the dragon and lion is very weird, the dragon is very long, but it does not have dragon horns and dragon claws, but it looks like a python, and the lion head is not the kind of lion head in Jiang Wuji's cognition, but a human face, a flat and laughing human face.

The opera team slowly moved in one direction, and the crowd followed them, and it was not lively.

After walking for about half an hour, a ladder that went straight up attracted most people's attention.

The ladder is at least thirty meters high, with a sharp steel knife piercing through the middle as a crossbar for the ladder, and at the top of the ladder there is a three-pointed fork with a cold glow, and under the ladder is a white lotus picture, and there are copper-colored braziers at the corners.

At this time, the team of the puppet opera has been lined up around the ladder in an orderly manner, which means that there is a bit of standing formation.

Then a barefoot young man walked up to the lotus picture, tied a red cloth around his head in front of everyone, and then took out a steel knife with a bell tied to it and began to dance vigorously, and each time he danced, the bell under the handle of the knife would make a crisp sound.

The cheers and shouts are like a wave that rises and falls, continuously.

This extremely lively scene made Jiang Wujian forget to look for Qing Xuanzi for a while.

"I didn't expect that there would be a knife ladder in this show." Murong Bangfeng looked at the straight knife ladder and was a little surprised.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wujian asked.

Murong Bangfeng gently pulled the hair on his forehead behind his ears and said, "I heard my father mention that going up the knife ladder is the most important skill in the opera, and it is also the most solemn ceremony to bid farewell to the soul of the dead, but I always feel that this way is too ......."

At this moment, several people wearing black and red grimace masks, each holding an arm-thick bamboo pole, walked towards the knife ladder.

Amid the cheers, they swung their bamboo poles and threw them at the steel knives on the knife ladder.

"Click! ……”

The bamboo pole broke in response, and the steel knife did not move.

This is to prove that these steel knives are cut and extremely sharp!

Immediately afterwards, the barefoot young man stretched out his neck and sang loudly:

"The master gave me copper-stamped shoes and iron-stamped shoes, and the knife went up to the fire! The left foot is on the lotus pedal, the right foot is on the lotus pedal, the lotus pedal, the lotus pedal, the knife is stepped on to ask for the lotus! ”

Singing and singing, the man climbed the ladder with his bare hands and bare feet.

However, a scene that surprised Jiang Wujian happened.

He has also seen a lot of acrobatic performances, and generally the performers of this kind of show are practitioners, so there are basically no accidents, not to mention that this is a world that can cultivate immortals.

The scene in front of him was completely different, the sharp steel knife directly cut the soles of the man's palms and feet, and the red blood dripped down the mottled steel knife.

The crowd became quiet at this moment, some of them staring at the figure on the knife ladder with frowns, and some of them turned their heads sideways and did not dare to look.

As the man climbed higher and higher, there was more and more blood on the knife ladder, and even pieces of debris fell.

The white lotus flower at the bottom of the knife ladder was dyed a dazzling blood-red color......