Lingcheng by the river, rolling Yangtze River like a giant dragon, the river surface is incomparably wide, the water wave is vast, it is difficult to cross the moat, the Lingcheng is backed by the mountains, the front is against the river, it is the most typical dragon leaping trend, although it is not the place of the royal capital that gathers the dragon vein, but it is out of the god of a country, it can be called the treasure land of the excellent earth and the soul of the people.

Obviously, it is close to the river and has abundant rainfall every year, but there has never been a flood, and it is difficult to say that it is not for the protection of the gods.

The whole city is paved with bluestone bricks, and the heavy rain will stop, and wearing cloth shoes without dampness also shows how rich the city is.

Since he has made up his mind to look at the excitement directly regardless of 3721, Song Liuguang has money in his pocket, and he has a bottom in his heart, where to go where the excitement goes, the wide street is full of people, and there are also actors in colorful clothes to protect the gods, there is a jar of clear water at every street corner, the old people and children went to ask for water, and drank it to strengthen their health, and thousands of people drank it and did not see that the water in the tank was missing half a cent.

It's really fucking amazing, Song Liuguang sighed while peeling chestnuts, there was such a strange thing in the city three thousand years ago, and it was placed on the street like this, and there was such a grand festival, so it seems that he was really born in a good era.

Every day, in addition to life is life, every day and dogs grab food, and beggars grab territory, a city is broken to change a city, life is not more than a hundred, but when you are born, it is a little worse, and your whole life is covered in the dust of history.

Song Liuguang was carrying a bag of silver ingots, but she still quarreled with the small vendor who was looking for her less money, and when she put the copper coin into the palm of her hand again, she thought about what it meant to cultivate immortals for the first time.

Cultivating immortals means that the clothes are fluttering and not touching the dust, cultivating immortals means always standing on the sidelines of history, and cultivating immortals means a pocket of money, but why?

Why does she still hate this miserable world while not being able to do without it?

If she could, she wouldn't be a high immortal, she was willing to be a tourist in this world, and she would eventually return to this earth.

Every time, whether it is Mo Yueping or Xu Ling, when she stands with them, she talks and laughs, but she has something empty in her heart, she does not belong to this world, she does not belong to this world where the fairy spirit is fluttering and dusty, she stands on the main hall, as if the person standing here is not her, but the life she stole from.

Mo Yueping's admiring gaze and everyone's exquisite gaze made her feel like a needle prick, she was not Kunlun's first apprentice, she was just a beggar living on the street, relying on begging, relying on hard work, stealing, robbing, supporting herself and her two younger siblings, everything about her was stolen, unbearable, and pathetic. Why did she suddenly put her in the light like this overnight, she felt that the eyes of other people were going to pierce everything in the next second, and it was clear that she was just a little beggar with a not so glorious character.

When she recognized the words, her fear deepened even more, she tried to memorize every word, but those words could not leave any impression in her mind, she really almost pulled Ling Yanluo's collar and shouted: "You are looking for the wrong person!!I am just an ordinary beggar with a bad brain!!"

Fuck the psychic eyes, she can't remember much about that dream, was that little fairy fooled by Kunlun.

Song Liuguang bit the triangular dumplings fiercely, the hot bean paste almost blistered her mouth, she screamed, and when she exhaled, her eyes met a girl next to her trouser leg.

The child looked to be only about four years old, with two small pigtails, and looked at her and the triangular dumplings in her hand.

She was too familiar with the child's greedy gaze, and the second and third sisters had always looked at all the vendors on the road like this, but unfortunately she couldn't pay a penny at that time.

Song Liuguang looked at the child, looked at his half-bitten zongzi, took out a bag of licorice candy he had just bought from his arms, stuffed it all into the little girl, waved his hand, and motioned for her to take it away and eat.

The men selling triangular dumplings on the side laughed angrily: "You little girl, you are so rich, just missing a penny is like asking for your life, and now you are very generous." ”

Song Liuguang bit the zongzi and didn't raise his head: "How can it be the same, what is mine is mine, it doesn't work if it is less, what I want to do with my things is my business." ”

After eating the last bite of zongzi, she walked towards the crowded stage in the distance.

Of the four stages, the stage on the east side is the largest, and it is also people's favorite play - Ying Long signed a blood alliance with the first lord of Fengguo, guarding Fengguo for generations, treating every Fengguo person as his own people, and bless Fengguo for a long time.

I don't know how to do it, there was really a rumbling thunder from the stage, Song Liuguang was itching in his heart to see how this was performed, but everyone thought like this, his chest was against his back, his head was raised high, squeezed into an iron plate, and the small Song Liuguang couldn't even breathe.

Song Liuguang squeezed out of the crowd again in a hurry, and looked around to see if there were any walls and roofs to climb, but when he swept around, he found that even the eaves were hanging people.

The east stage is placed on the huge ferry by the river, Song Liuguang looked up, and saw a tall pavilion in the distance, she dragged a person and asked what kind of building it was, if she could go up, the person said that this is the Linjiang Pavilion, but you can go up, but it is too far away, you can't see it at all, and now who is singing and worshipping the gods goes there.

Song Liuguang is overjoyed, she is not afraid of being far away, she is afraid of not being able to see, her eyes are better than ordinary people, it turns out that there is such a use.

She visually measured the direction of Linjiang Pavilion, looked around, and got into the alley with all kinds of turns, and took a shortcut.

Song Liuguang turned one alley after another with a familiar car, as if she had lived here in the first place, Song Liuguang regarded natural road recognition as a habit of life, and she didn't usually regard this as such a great place, because once what skills are integrated into life, the parties are not able to realize it.

The ancients touched the ashes with their noses and looked for friends who made the axe superb, and it was also the same reason to cut off the ashes, which others thought was incredible, but the person concerned felt that this was as comfortable as eating and drinking.

The high white wall is covered with moss, and the feet are wet bluestone slabs, the bell on Song Liuguang's body rang when she took a step, she was anxious to go to the play, the wind was blowing under her feet, and she turned another corner, and suddenly a person appeared on the wall in front of her, she couldn't stop under her feet, and hit her head.

I heard the man shout, "How is it possible-", and then the back of his head hit the bluestone brick with a thud.